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

With Chen Xiaohei's encouragement, Chen Xiaofang opened the remaining two bottles of beer.

One bottle says "Thank you for your patronage," and the other says "5 cents."

Although she felt that she was cheating, she couldn't care less about that when faced with chicken leg noodles.

What's the value of face? Can it really compare to a delicious chicken leg?

While she was engrossed in munching on her spoils, Chen Wenfeng and the others were troubled.

While starting to drink beer might be novel and fun, finishing an entire bottle of beer after opening it can be quite challenging.

In the end, Chen Shouyi drank three bottles, while Chen Wenfeng and Zhou Zhiming each drank two bottles.

There's one bottle left.

The three of them kept burping after the meal.

Chen Shouyi exclaimed how satisfying it was.

Chen Wenfeng and Zhou Zhiming were so full that they didn't eat much.

When Wang Guizhi put the empty wine bottles back into the box, she found that besides the one bottle that wasn't finished, there were three empty compartments.

She thought there might be some bottles left behind, so she searched all over the house.

Upon seeing this, Chen Wenfeng said:

"Mom, don't bother looking anymore. Three bottles are missing. I accidentally dropped them on the way yesterday."

"Oh, I see."

"Yes, that sound was so crisp and clear."

Chen Wenfeng concealed the fact that he had saved the person, but Shen Wanjun's pretty face inexplicably appeared before his eyes again.

Chen Shouyi hiccuped as he drank, repeatedly saying it was a pity.

After lunch, Chen Wenshui and Chen Xiaofang went to school.

Chen Shouyi once again broke his routine and took a nap, after all, he had drunk nearly four bottles of beer, including the one before lunch.

Chen Wenfeng and Zhou Zhiming were talking, occasionally teasing Chen Xiaohei.

Chen Xiaohei was running around their feet when he suddenly rushed out of the house and called out in a childish voice.

"Is this Teacher Chen's house?"

Is Teacher Chen home?

Hearing the call, Wang Guizhi thought to herself, "Who has come to the wrong door again? Teacher Chen Shugui isn't on this street."

But then his son, Chen Wenfeng, readily agreed and led in a middle-aged man who looked travel-worn.

The visitor was Master Geng, who was sent by Wu Jiajun.

Master Geng was dressed simply, with dark skin, gray hair, squinting eyes, and calloused hands.

He wore a dark blue cap and had a pencil clipped to his ear.

Chen Wenfeng struck up a conversation with Master Geng in a very familiar manner.

It was only then that Wang Guizhi realized that the Teacher Chen that Master Geng mentioned was his son, Chen Wenfeng.

Seeing his mother's puzzled expression, Chen Wenfeng thought to himself:

Mom, in this world, besides those who teach and educate, many other circles also use "teacher" to address each other.

This applies to circles such as literature, film and television, calligraphy, fishing, traditional Chinese culture, and health preservation.

Actually, even within the adult entertainment industry, people call each other "teacher," such as the beloved "Hiroshi-sensei" and "Aoi-sensei" who embody art...

He said to his mother:

"Mom, please heat up lunch for Master Geng. He hasn't eaten yet. I found him to help out at Jiming Mountain."

Wang Guizhi agreed and went to heat up the food.

She felt that her son was a little different from before. What was different about him?

He's grown taller again, but what else besides his height?

Yes, they've matured, become more sensible, and are now excellent.

Yes, yes, that's it!

For the first time, Wang Guizhi felt proud to be the mother of an outstanding child.

The food was heated up quickly.

Master Geng may not be very tall, but he has a big appetite and eats quickly. In no time, he devoured all the food.

Chen Wenfeng took out the remaining bottle of beer as well.

Upon seeing this, Master Geng didn't stand on ceremony and picked up the green stick.

Mouth to mouth, one breath, gulp, gulp, a bottle of beer finishes the fight in less than a minute.

After eating and drinking his fill, he wiped his mouth with his rough, calloused hands and said:

"Teacher Chen, let's go up the mountain."

"Okay! Zhiming, let's go. I'll ride the bike, and you hold Xiao Hei from behind."

"Teacher Chen, you don't need to ride your bikes, you can all ride in mine!"

Only after leaving the courtyard did Chen Wenfeng understand what Master Geng had said.

It turned out that Master Geng had come in a donkey cart, which was smaller than a regular oxcart.

There were various tools and materials in the car. In addition to the wood and glass that Wu Jiajun mentioned, he even saw bags of cement and bricks!

There were some daily necessities in front of the donkey cart, which shows that Master Geng knew the conditions in the mountains and brought along all the clothes and supplies.

Seeing this, Chen Wenfeng quickly told Master Geng to wait and piled all the things he had prepared at home onto the car.

Old wooden ladders, iron pots, earthenware pots, washbasins, towels, matches, kettles, thermos flasks, water cups, flashlights, etc.

In addition, Chen Wenfeng also brought kerosene lamps and candles.

Although the village has electricity, the mountain area does not have electricity for the time being.

Actually, many villages did not have electricity at that time. Chenjiazhuang was one of the first villages in the area to have electricity, but the voltage was unstable and power outages were commonplace.

When there is no electricity, kerosene lamps and candles are the best sources of light.

The things Chen Wenfeng brought could be said to be everything needed for daily life in the 1980s. Many old bachelors might not have more than him even after saving up for half their lives.

Those who knew him, Chen Wenfeng, went to live in the mountains; those who didn't would have thought that Old Chen's daughter was getting married!

Chen Wenfeng was initially worried that with so much stuff, it would be difficult for a donkey to pull it.

But Master Geng chuckled and told him to put in more, more.

Once the donkey cart was running, Chen Wenfeng realized that his worries were completely unnecessary.

This little donkey may not look big, but it is very strong, and its four hooves move very fast on the road.

Master Geng was also an experienced driver, no, an old driver, and he drove with ease, and the group soon arrived at the foot of Jiming Mountain.

After parking the car, Master Geng removed the donkey from the harness, led it to a poplar tree, and tied it up. The little donkey then lowered its head and began to nibble on the grass.

Chen Wenfeng praised Master Geng:

"Master Geng, your donkey is quite strong."

"This...it's called Donkey Egg, but this thing is actually a mule. I don't know why, but many people say it looks like a donkey, and it's the same size too."

"But don't underestimate the size of donkey testicles; they're incredibly strong. A regular donkey couldn't pull this much stuff."

Chen Wenfeng glanced at the mule and couldn't help but marvel at how strong the genes of its donkey father or mother were.

After settling the donkey eggs, the group gradually moved the goods from the vehicle toward the cave.

Chen Xiaohei was running around happily, the busiest and happiest of them all, running around in front of and behind people's feet.

After transporting the goods from the vehicle to the outside of the cave, Master Geng began to observe the area between the two caves.

He observed carefully, sketching and taking notes with the paper and pencil he carried with him.

He would measure the measurements with his hand from time to time, and when he encountered a crucial point, he would take out a wooden folding ruler to carefully measure the data.

Seeing Master Geng's condition, Chen Wenfeng knew that he was a true craftsman.

"The measurement is almost complete," Master Geng said to Chen Wenfeng.

"Teacher Chen, let's go take a look at the entrance at the top of the inner cave."

"I'll go get the ladder."

When the two reached the round cave, Chen Wenfeng set up the ladder and held it steady.

Master Geng climbed the ladder to the top of the opening and measured the platform outside the opening with his feet for a while.

It took almost an hour for Master Geng to complete the measurement.

"Teacher Chen, I'm sorry to have kept you waiting. The work here is actually simple, but we brought few materials, so we have to use them wisely. That's why I spent a little more time calculating."

After saying that, he took out the paper he had drawn and displayed it in front of Chen Wenfeng.

Not only Chen Wenfeng, but even Zhou Zhiming next to him was dumbfounded.

The sketch on the paper is clear and concise, with annotations and dimensions throughout.

What's even more surprising is that his design included not only the inner round hole, but also the outer square hole.

In other words, the reason he measured inside and out for so long was because he wanted to renovate both holes for Chen Wenfeng.

In that instant, Chen Wenfeng felt that Master Geng was radiating light.

No wonder the Mongols didn't kill the artisans when they massacred cities in ancient times; it was because the world needed them!