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

"Brother Feng, why didn't you let Niu Da and Niu Er reveal your third uncle's and Hou Erzhu's names?"

"Brother, don't you think this method is more effective?"

Seeing Zhou Zhiming's puzzled expression, Chen Wenfeng explained:

"This is called a mix of truth and deception. Right now, nobody knows what's going on at Jiming Mountain. All we know is that the price to pay for going there is so high. Who would want to make trouble for themselves? At least for a while, nobody will be causing trouble at Jiming Mountain."

Seeing that Zhou Zhiming seemed to understand but not quite, Chen Wenfeng said again:

"Take fishing for example, how do you know you won't catch them all when you cast the net?"

"I did that so that some fish could be preserved; if the species goes extinct, there will be no fish left to catch."

"So, brother, this is the same principle. It wasn't a big deal to begin with, but we were just trying to make an example of someone. If we go too far, they'll become desperate and do something rash."

Zhou Zhiming looked at Chen Wenfeng with admiration. Brother Feng truly lived up to his reputation as the boss; he was both capable and generous.

In fact, although Chen Wenfeng pretended to be very magnanimous, he did want to take this opportunity to teach Chen Shouxin a lesson, since his past life's experiences were inextricably linked to his lovable third uncle.

He had already made up his mind: if Chen Shouxin behaved himself in this life, that would be the end of it. But if he caused any more trouble, he would deal with him properly and without mercy.

"By the way, Niu Da and Niu Er have already gone to various villages to find chicks. Go to the supply and marketing cooperative and find some technical manuals for raising chickens. I'll go to the state-owned chicken farm in the county town tomorrow. I heard they've already installed machines for hatching eggs. We need to hurry up with our chicken farming plan."

"Why do we have to go and check on both the village and the county?"

"That's called comparing prices. We're new to this business, with limited capital. How will we know the market rates if we don't compare? Learn from them, brother!"

"Got it, Brother Feng!"

After saying goodbye to Zhou Zhiming, Chen Wenfeng returned to Jiming Mountain. He hummed a little tune, thinking about his third uncle's embarrassing situation just now, and felt quite proud.

However, he still didn't notice that the person watching him from the stage had been following him at a distance, and had eventually arrived at Jiming Mountain.

As soon as Chen Wenfeng entered the thicket of thorns, he saw Chen Xiaohei running over from the chicken coop. It was covered in mud, and without a doubt, it was trying to chase the chicks again.

However, the eight chicks had already found a home yesterday, and Chen Xiaohei was blocked outside and couldn't get in, but he kept digging in the dirt outside the fence in a resentful manner.

And all of these tasks were done by Niu Da and Niu Er.

Although the two brothers only joined the Chen family troupe yesterday, they have brought Chen Wenfeng many surprises.

It is said that poor children learn to be independent early, let alone Niu Da and Niu Er, who lost their father at a young age. These two brothers are both strong and hardworking.

In just half a day yesterday, a simple chicken coop was built for the chicks and fenced off.

They also cleared some land and planted some vegetable seeds. Although it wasn't the right season, it was cool in the mountains, so they might still grow.

Chen Xiaohei ran around Chen Wenfeng's feet for a while, then suddenly let out a low growl towards the outside of the thorn bushes. This was a warning signal from Chen Xiaohei; the signal was very clear: strangers were coming.

How dare anyone come here!

Just as Chen Wenfeng hesitated, a petite figure entered the room, and Chen Xiaohei barked and rushed over.

But the man didn't seem afraid of Chen Xiaohei at all, and after standing still, he let Chen Xiaohei circle around his feet.

Chen Xiaohei seemed to sense that the other party had no hostility, so he relaxed.

The person removed the khaki headscarf covering their head, revealing a pretty face—it was Shen Wanjun.

Shen Wanjun was also carrying canned peaches and malted milk powder, which were the most popular items these days.

"Brother Chen!"

Shen Wanjun exclaimed excitedly.

Chen Wenfeng was quite surprised; he never expected her to come here. He shouted at Chen Xiaohei:

"Xiao Hei, be quiet, this is a guest!"

Chen Xiaohei lowered his head sheepishly, glanced at Chen Wenfeng a few times, and then ran back to the chicken coop.

"Come on, let's go inside and talk."

Chen Wenfeng also had a good impression of Shen Wanjun, after all, he had dreamed about her little face before.

The two entered the cave, and Chen Wenfeng asked Shen Wanjun to sit down. He then brought out a teacup and poured water.

"How did you find this place?"

"I heard about it at the stage today, and I also saw Brother Chen, but I didn't dare to recognize him on the way here, afraid that someone would see me."

Chen Wenfeng understood Shen Wanjun's caution quite well. Villages are often related by marriage, and many people knew that a wife had run away from Tiger Ridge.

Moreover, Shen Wanjun was a complete stranger to Chenjiazhuang; she couldn't even get past Aunt Zhao.

If you get suspected, you'll be in big trouble.

Thinking of Aunt Zhao's domineering attitude towards Uncle San, Chen Wenfeng couldn't help but smile again.

After exchanging a few words, the two suddenly fell silent, their eyes meeting in silence.

Shen Wanjun took a sip of water and broke the awkward silence first:

"I heard Brother Chen raises chickens. My cousin can use some of his eggs."

"Okay! How much?"

"They probably need quite a lot. They used to work at a state-run restaurant, but now they've set up their own breakfast stall, mainly selling steamed buns, millet porridge, and eggs."

"We originally wanted to order from a state-owned chicken farm, but we disliked that they were individual businesses and unwilling to deliver to our door, so my cousin wanted to find a dedicated supplier."

Shen Wanjun's cousin, Shen Xiaoxia, was a very opinionated woman. She and her husband originally worked odd jobs at a state-run restaurant. As many chefs started going solo, she also had her own ideas and eventually chose to set up a breakfast stall.

Chen Wenfeng thought this was a good thing, but then he remembered that his mother had only sent over eight half-grown chicks to the chicken coop, which were not yet fully grown, so he couldn't count on them for now.

But Chen Wenfeng didn't want to give up such an opportunity, because he knew that although this was a seller's market and good wine needs no bush, good sales channels could not only stabilize production, but also fetch good prices.

Thinking of this, he said to Shen Wanjun:

"I'm going to the county town tomorrow, so I'll ask your cousin how many eggs she needs, and I'll supply them!"

Shen Wanjun was overjoyed to hear Chen Wenfeng say this, because she felt that being able to help Chen Wenfeng was her way of thanking him for saving her last time.

Ever since Chen Wenfeng saved her, those six words he said have been echoing in her mind:

Chenjiazhuang, Chen Wenfeng.

As he said those six words, Chen Wenfeng straightened his back, raised his head, and struck a strange, awkward, and silly pose. Why did he adopt that posture?

But she didn't care about any of that. All she wanted to do was go to Chenjiazhuang, find Chen Wenfeng, meet him, and thank him in person.

Chenjiazhuang, Chen Wenfeng.

These six words were like six beans scattered on the bed, making her uncomfortable while sleeping.

As for whether she had fallen for this person, she didn't know. Perhaps she just wanted to thank him in person.

Today, her wish finally came true.

Chen Wenfeng saw that Shen Wanjun's delicate features and bright, shy eyes gave her a unique charm.

In Shen Wanjun's eyes, Chen Wenfeng was mature, individualistic, handsome, and flamboyant.

It's worth mentioning that he has a certain charisma that is very attractive.

A touch of righteousness? A touch of roguishness? Or both.

Shen Wanjun didn't know the term "both righteous and evil," but these four words should fit Chen Wenfeng's image in her mind quite well.

As darkness fell, Chen Wenfeng found a match and lit the candle on the table.

Another silence fell in the candlelight, and the air grew more ambiguous.