Back to 1984: I built a chicken farm on a barren mountain.

When faced with unreasonable behavior in life, if one slap doesn't solve the problem, then slap again.

Although Zheng Dali was stubborn, he wasn't stupid. When he took Old Sun's slap in the face, he came to his senses.

The reason he was sober was not only because the slap hurt him, but also because he felt a kind of pressure in that slap. This pressure had been given to him by Chen Shouren when he was alive, by Jiang Chunying, and this was the third time, including Old Sun.

Of course, on the other hand, that slap hurt like hell, and whoever lies is a coward.

The effects of the alcohol wore off, his eyes cleared, his emotions stabilized, and he became calm.

Chen Wenfeng accurately captured Zheng Dali's change. "Hey, this guy is good in every way, but his brain is prone to twitching, and once it starts, it's hard to control."

Is this a case of underdeveloped prefrontal cortex? In his past life, Chen Wenfeng would always pull out his phone to check anything he encountered, but unfortunately, he can't find anything now, and he doesn't even know if that's the correct name. Oh well:

"Uncle Zheng, you can go back now. You have to get up early tomorrow morning to slaughter pigs and sell meat!"

Zheng Dali responded, and once he was sober, he no longer found Chen Wenfeng's words annoying. He lowered his head, picked up his own change from the ground, counted it, and feeling it wasn't enough, he reached out and grabbed a handful of change from elsewhere, stuffing it all into his pocket.

"Wenfeng, your uncle is going back now. Come to my house another day, and I'll treat you to some meat."

Once Zheng Dali returned to normal, he was both adorable and cunning; he could easily pick up a handful of coins and earn just as much as he would at the gambling table.

"Uncle Zheng, take care..."

Chen Shouxin noticed Zheng Dali grabbing money from the ground, feeling that he had taken the money from Han Laosi's feet, but he didn't say anything. He was now a little afraid of Chen Wenfeng, the kid who had followed him around since childhood, and he felt that he couldn't afford to offend him. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't.

Besides, this is his home, where can he run to!

However, Chen Shouxin was not stupid. Since he couldn't escape, he might as well give up. He didn't have Han Laosi's shrewdness, but he had a carefree attitude that Han Laosi lacked. When he saw Zheng Dali bending down to pick up money, he also bent down and kept grabbing the money on the ground into his own hands, and then secretly put it away.

At this time, the shrewd Han Laosi failed to notice that after serving as the soy sauce factory manager for several months, his mindset had undergone a significant change.

Although he remained stingy, shrewd, and calculating, he now possessed the self-respect that only those in positions of power had.

But Chen Wenfeng once again shattered the wall of self-esteem he had built up.

At this moment, Han Laosi was staring at Chen Wenfeng, while Lao Suntou stood beside Chen Wenfeng like a statue.

Thinking of the old man's skills just now, Han Laosi muttered to himself: I can't afford to mess with him.

Han Laosi wasn't one to suffer a loss now, so he chuckled and said:

"Wenfeng, have you misunderstood me again?"

"Uncle Han, why are you suddenly saying this? I just came to call Uncle Zheng back. Little Bean misses his dad."

Chen Wenfeng, all smiles, kicked the table on the floor forward again. Chen Shouxin, sitting opposite Chen Wenfeng, unconsciously moved back a little.

Han Laosi took a deep breath, his expression changed slightly, but he ultimately remained silent.

He got up and walked outside. Outside the door, Zhou Zhiming and Niu Da were holding the two NPC players hostage.

The two men had dirty, old rags stuffed in their mouths. Han Laosi said:

"You piece of trash, let's go!"

Zhou Zhiming and Niu Da didn't hear Chen Wenfeng speak, so neither of them let go. Han Laosi had no choice but to turn back to Chen Wenfeng and say:

"It's my fault, let them go."

"Zhiming, Niu Da, let them go!"

Zhou Zhiming and Niu Da then let go, and Han Laosi and the two men walked outside.

Seeing Han Laosi leave, Hou Laizi followed behind. As they passed Chen Wenfeng, Chen Wenfeng gave Hou Laizi a wink. Hou Laizi understood immediately and shouted:

"Brother Feng, loosen your grip, it hurts so much..."

"Go back!"

When Han Laosi heard the noise, he knew that Hou Laizi had been beaten, and he became even angrier. Not long after, he saw Hou Laizi clutching his stomach and following him out.

......

After hearing that Han Laosi and the others had gone far away, Zhou Zhiming said:

"Lai Zi's acting is really good. If I hadn't seen him with my own eyes, I would have thought he had really been beaten up."

Niu Er stared at the money on the ground and said:

"Brother Feng, Han Laosi even forgot to pick up the money."

There was originally money on the ground belonging to five people, two players: Han Laosi, Chen Shouxin, and Zheng Dali.

Although Zheng Dali and Chen Shouxin picked up a lot of the coins, about half of the loose change was still scattered on the ground.

"Pick them all up, we'll give them as a bonus when we get back."

"Okay!"

"good!"

A group of people swept up the loose change on the ground like a whirlwind, and Chen Shouxin pretended not to see it and didn't utter a sound.

Chen Wenfeng ignored his lovable, cowardly third uncle, because he had already figured out how to control him: be even more ruthless, tougher, and more shameless than him.

Little Uncle San, you've got him!

Old Sun's occasional act of kindness impressed Zhou Zhiming and the others. Feng Ge really knew how to recognize talent, managing to bring Old Sun to their side.

Chen Wenfeng: I'm ashamed to admit it. I only guessed that Old Sun had something from what Master Geng said, and I also knew that Old Sun must be quite skilled from the fact that he wanted to help. It was purely a case of blind luck...

When Chen Wenfeng led his group out, it felt even colder.

The moon seemed to be wearing a veil, or even a layer of down, and some white, rustling things were falling from the sky.

Is it raining?

No, this is snow.

The snow fell on my face like fine salt grains, then instantly turned into tiny water droplets.

The simultaneous presence of moonlight and snowflakes is quite interesting.

Only a little snow fell that night.

Two weeks later, a moderate snowfall unexpectedly blanketed Chenjiazhuang in a white world.

Chen Wenfeng was woken up early by Niu Da and Niu Er's laughter.

"I told you so, it had to snow. Yesterday afternoon, we put out a lot of wire snares."

"We've checked several, but where's the prey?"

"There are probably few around the chicken coop. Let's go look outside again. Are they in that ditch?"

"Release them, release them. Release them wherever there are footprints, and in all those alleyways."

The two brothers' voices faded into the distance, presumably as they went up the mountain or into the ravine to hunt.

Chen Wenfeng put on his sweater, jacket, and trousers, and then left the house.

Old Sun came over from the chicken coop, cursing as he went:

"Why is such a large bundle of the wire that was put out yesterday missing?"

Ever since Old Sun went to Chen Shouxin's house with Chen Wenfeng and the others and showed off some of his skills, his personality has become more cheerful. Chen Wenfeng thinks this is a good thing. It's better to be carefree in life. It's too tiring to always hide things.

"Master Sun, no need for that. That wire was probably set by Niu Da and Niu Er to trap wild rabbits."

"No wonder!"

As the two were talking, they heard Niu Da's loud voice echoing through the valley:

"Rabbit, big rabbit!"