How about making a still...? You could barter with the surplus.
That was how my legal immigrant great-grandparents survived the Depression! My grandpa shot rocksalt at shovel leaners one time. They decided to climb the cherry trees and eat the fruit during one of their breaks. That was the fruit that my ancestors used to make their liquor. When Pop told them to stop eating the cherries and get out of the trees, they wouldn’t listen. So, he had no choice but to shoot!