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

The next morning, the sky was overcast and the temperature plummeted.

Chen Wenfeng got up in the morning and lit the stove in the chicken coop, then went to take a walk around the chicken coop.

The cold weather does not affect the laying hens' appetite.

Old Sun got up very early and was tidying up the chicken coop:

"Wenfeng, it's been cold these past few days, and with the doors and windows closed tightly, the ventilation doesn't seem very good."

"Then burn more firewood and open the windows for ventilation during the day."

"But at this rate, we're going to run out of firewood a bit too quickly."

We originally had plenty of firewood prepared on Jiming Mountain, but some of it was burned down by the fire in the bramble bushes last time, and we also used a lot of firewood for the chicken coop.

"Looks like we need to gather some more firewood before it snows. I'm going to the village committee in a bit, you take Niu Da and Niu Er to chop firewood."

Chen Wenfeng gave Old Sun instructions and went down the mountain into the village without eating breakfast.

A cold wind blew up, carrying wisps of ice crystals like dust; it seemed the snow was definitely coming.

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Chenjiazhuang Village Committee.

Accountant Wang lit the stove, and the heat from the fire gradually drove the cold air outside.

It's still cold!

Accountant Wang stomped his feet and rubbed his ears.

When Chen Youwei arrived, he first boiled water on the stove and drank the hot water, which made him feel less cold.

Zheng Erli arrived the day before. He was stamping his feet and shivered as he entered the house.

Chen Wenfeng arrived, wearing a weasel scarf and rabbit fur gloves. He wasn't cold at all; in fact, he was slightly sweating.

Seeing that Chen Youwei and the others were freezing like grandchildren, Chen Wenfeng joked:

"Uncle Youwei, Uncle Zheng, Uncle Wang, why does your seniority seem to drop as soon as the weather gets colder?"

Zheng Erli and Accountant Wang didn't react at first, but Chen Youwei was stunned for a few moments before he understood what Chen Wenfeng meant and kicked it with a smile.

Accountant Wang also asked Zheng Erli what Chen Wenfeng meant.

Zheng Erli pursed his lips and said he didn't know either, but it certainly wasn't something nice.

"Wenfeng treated us to breakfast today; he's the most senior member of the family now anyway."

Chen Youwei, panting heavily, finally managed to symbolically kick Chen Wenfeng after missing several times.

"No problem. Is there breakfast today?"

"Yes, there are always sesame seed cakes and wontons at the village entrance, but I don't know if the fried dough sticks and tofu pudding stalls are open now!"

Accountant Wang usually enjoys eating tofu pudding at the village entrance, so he has been keeping an eye on it.

A group of people came out of the village committee. The sky was still gray, and the air they exhaled was like white mist, swirling in front of them before slowly dissipating.

As expected, the fried dough sticks and tofu pudding stalls were not open, while the owners of the sesame seed cakes and wontons were busy cooking wontons and baking sesame seed cakes.

Four bowls of wontons, one bowl for each person.

Chen Wenfeng then asked the boss to bake ten more sesame seed cakes.

Chen Youwei laughed and said:

Two per person is enough; we can't eat that many.

"It's okay, you can take it home if you can't finish it."

Perhaps because of the cold weather and the fact that everyone had walked quite a distance, the four of them ate all ten sesame seed cakes in one go.

Chen Wenfeng added two more, so each of them ate three.

After eating, I felt even warmer.

"Let's go to the brick factory first, and then come back to the village committee for tea later."

Chen Youwei, as the head steward of Chenjiazhuang and an important intermediary for future cooperation, proposed this.

Chen Wenfeng and Zheng Erli naturally had no objections.

Chen Youwei sent Accountant Wang back to add more coal to the stove so that the house would be warm when the three of them returned.

Accountant Wang had no choice but to go to the old brick factory; the weather there was especially cold.

After Chen Wenfeng paid the bill, the three of them headed towards the brick factory against the wind.

There were hardly any people on the streets along the way, Chen Youwei remarked with a sigh:

"It got cold early this year, and some of the older folks don't know if they'll make it through the year."

Although Zheng Erli hadn't been back to the village for a long time, he knew the village's conditions and said:

"The conditions in the village are just a bit poor. They can't afford to buy coal, and firewood doesn't burn very quickly. So they just have to endure it."

Chen Wenfeng was wondering how much firewood Old Sun and his men would be able to chop back today.

The three of them soon arrived at the old brick factory. Chen Youwei opened the iron gate, and the inside remained the same.

There are still some ashes of talismans left by the master when he came that day by the well.

Zheng Erli was a shrewd businessman. After having breakfast and walking for a while, he felt much warmer and was quite satisfied with the courtyard.

"I didn't even notice this yard at first. If I had noticed it earlier, the soy sauce factory might have chosen this location."

"Isn't choosing this location just a way to benefit Han Laosi?"

Chen Youwei touched the white substance at the wellhead, then turned to Chen Wenfeng and asked:

"Wenfeng, is this whitewash? You said last time that Han Laosi promised to terminate the lease, is that related to this?"

Chen Wenfeng also stepped forward and touched it, saying:

"I had someone do something to it, and Han Laosi believed it."

"Tell me how you did it?"

When Zheng Erli heard Chen Youwei asking a question, he also came over.

He knew something about Han Laosi renting the place and then canceling the lease, resulting in the loss of his deposit, but he didn't know the details.

Judging from the village chief's tone, it seems he's definitely involved with these two people.

He asked curiously:

"Village Chief, Wen Feng, it sounds like Han Laosi has fallen into your hands!"

"What do you mean 'fell for the job'? He deserved it."

Chen Youwei said unhappily, recalling Han Laosi's arrogant manner, that he should teach him a lesson.

After the village chief retorted, Zheng Erli didn't say anything more. Looking at the two cunning foxes from Chenjiazhuang, he knew he must never offend them in the future.

"Uncle Youwei, to be honest, I'm not entirely clear on this matter either. Anyway, I just handed it over to someone else to handle. I only care about the results."

"You little rascal, judging from your tone, anyone who didn't know better would think you were the village chief, and you only care about the results."

Although Chen Youwei said that, he still admired Chen Wenfeng. This kid really had some skills. As for whether he really didn't know or was pretending not to know, he didn't really care.

Chen Wenfeng, of course, would not reveal that Hou Laizi and the master had conspired to deceive Han Laosi by creating nightmares.

Although he knew that Chen Youwei and Zheng Erli were reliable, the matter was to be kept secret, and such a private matter might cause considerable trouble if it were revealed.

More importantly, Hou Laizi and the Master are now secretly doing things for Chen Wenfeng!

Before they could completely bring down Han Laosi, these two had to go into hiding.

Chen Youwei didn't press the matter further. Zheng Erli, who loved gossip, was a little uninterested, but since the village chief wasn't pressing him, he didn't dwell on the topic.

The three of them toured the factory together, discussed their initial plans for what to do next, and then slowly left the yard.

Chen Youwei still locked the door with the same big padlock, while Zheng Erli continued talking to Chen Youwei.

Chen Wenfeng was looking towards the soy sauce factory.

As Chen Youwei and Zheng Erli were about to leave, they noticed that Chen Wenfeng was staring motionless into the distance.

"Wenfeng, what are you looking at?"

Before Chen Wenfeng could answer, Chen Youwei and Zheng Erli also saw it and stopped to look towards the soy sauce factory.