Return to 1996 and Start Making Money from a Broken House

In Qingxi Village in 1996, Lu Chen, a poor boy, opened his eyes and looked at the leaking thatched hut above his head. He casually bound the mountain and wild things panel. From then on, every herb and wild fish in Daqingshan had a price tag in his eyes. If you find a top-quality wild ginseng plant, should you spend points to dig it without damage and get a hundredfold profit? Picking a single weed can bring back money that the entire village cannot earn in a year? Can a cooperative make a lot of money every day by building a leaky mud shed? Reclaiming a piece of wasteland can attract the largest fleet of vehicles in the county to queue up to acquire it? Qingmei Li Panpan slapped a thick stack of payment on the table and raised her chin: "The goods I deliver are never wrong. From now on, I can only sit in the passenger seat of Lu Chen!" Wen Zhixia, a volunteer teacher from the city, pushed up her glasses and handed over the newly drafted contract: "Stop arguing. Without my accounting plan, none of you can help him. I can only sign the name of the person in charge of this project." Surrounded by rumors and pink-eyed villagers, and surrounded by these beautiful village flowers, can Lu Chen withstand this sweet and deadly battle?