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

Jiming Mountain.

Chen Wenfeng, Zhou Zhiming, Niu Dan and Niu Er sat around the fire.

Chen Xiaohei was no longer so afraid of fire; it lay down at Chen Wenfeng's feet and slept peacefully. During its time at Jiming Mountain, Chen Xiaohei had grown rapidly, becoming quite a bit larger. Chen Wenfeng would occasionally train it, drawing on his experience raising dogs from his previous life.

Chen Wenfeng discovered that Chen Xiaohei was very smart, but he was slow to improve in refusing to eat, failing seven or eight times out of ten.

Although it's a slow learning process, it's necessary to learn, since rat poison is frequently used for pest control in rural areas these days, and it would be troublesome if Chen Xiaohei accidentally ingested it. Of course, these puppies are currently in the most curious stage regarding the outside world and food, and they should gradually improve in the future.

"Brother Feng, from what you just said, it seems our regular customers have all been poached by that bastard Han Laosi? That doesn't make sense for Xuexia Breakfast; aren't you on very good terms with them?"

Although Chen Wenfeng had clearly explained the result to the three of them, they were still unwilling to accept it, with Zhou Zhiming's reaction being the strongest.

Niu Er cursed and swore, having already insulted Han Laosi's ancestors for eight generations.

Niu Da lowered his head, held his beloved slingshot, touched it again and again, and tentatively said:

"Brother Feng, how about we teach Han Laosi a lesson?"

Looking at the three dejected men, Chen Wenfeng asked Niu Da:

"If we listen to you and teach Han Laosi a lesson, then what?"

Niu Da didn't expect Chen Wenfeng to follow up on his question. After thinking for a long time, he said:

"I don't know either, but I've vented my anger for now."

Chen Wenfeng smiled and said:

"Let alone teaching Han Laosi a lesson and venting our anger, even if Han Laosi stops competing with us for business, there might be others. What if another Han Laowu or Han Laoliu appears? Are we still only thinking about venting our anger?"

Niu Da didn't react immediately and blurted out:

"Han Laosi is the youngest; he doesn't have a fifth or sixth son..."

puff!

Zhou Zhiming and Niu Er were both amused by Niu Da's silly and dazed expression.

Chen Wenfeng, however, did not laugh and said:

"We can vent our anger, but we still have to continue doing business. If we lose business after venting our anger, what's the difference between venting our anger and not venting it at all? Only when we keep our business can we truly vent our anger."

Zhou Zhiming knew Chen Wenfeng best, and upon hearing this, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and asked with delight:

"Brother Feng, you have an idea?"

"I do have an idea, but with the brothers' morale so low, even a good idea can't be used!"

Upon hearing Chen Wenfeng's words, Zhou Zhiming, Niu Da, and Niu Er all perked up and turned to look at him, asking in unison:

"Brother Feng, what's your idea?"

"Brother Feng, what are you planning to do?"

"We'll listen to you..."

Seeing that the brothers were in high spirits, Chen Wenfeng said:

"I'll say it again: 'Like father, like son!' Let's just do what we're supposed to do."

The three of them were momentarily stunned. What should they do?

Seeing the expressions on the three people's faces, Chen Wenfeng was speechless and laughed:

"If it weren't for Han Laosi, what do you think we would be doing?"

Niu Er was the one who reacted first and shouted:

"It's time to collect the eggs, but..."

"No buts," Chen Wenfeng interrupted.

"We'll go collect the eggs when it's time, but this time it's a little different."

"How are they different?"

"We'll collect eggs from the outer villages first, then from Chenjiazhuang. There's no limit to the number of eggs this time; the more the better. In other words, we'll collect as many as you have. After we finish collecting from the outer villages, don't go to the village committee for Chenjiazhuang anymore, and don't broadcast through the loudspeaker. Just go to the homes of the people who usually come to sell eggs, and collect as many as they have. Understand?"

Zhou Zhiming, Niu Da, and Niu Er said they understood, but they were still wondering what to do with the eggs since they were being bought even more despite having no sales channels.

Ignoring the expressions of the three men, Chen Wenfeng continued:

"In short, we're going to collect all the eggs from the surrounding villages. We'll start tomorrow, before Han Laosi does, the sooner the better. I want Han Laosi to have no eggs left to collect!"

Hey, that's a great idea! How can Han Laosi supply eggs if he can't supply them? And how can he steal customers if he can't supply them?

"Great idea!"

The three of them's eyes lit up, and they shouted out in unison!

Chen Xiaohei was also awakened by the three people's voices. He stood up, turned around, and then lay down again.

"If there are no problems, then proceed accordingly!"

"I'll do whatever Brother Feng says."

"Oh, right, bring Lai Zi over tomorrow. He owes me a favor, and he'll need to pay it back this time!"

......

The wheat harvest in Chenjiazhuang is nearing its end. The vast wheat fields are now just low stubble, lacking the poetic beauty of the previous wheat waves. It looks like a handsome man who has been shaved into a buzz cut at an old-fashioned barbershop, which is quite unsightly.

After finishing the wheat harvest, Han Laosi, confident in his abilities, calmly began purchasing eggs.

According to his plan, this should have been the simplest step, but as the saying goes, "He who walks by the river will eventually get his shoes wet," and Han Laosi did not expect to encounter a Waterloo on the first day of collecting eggs.

He wondered if everyone was still busy with the wheat harvest, so he waited patiently for another day and took the opportunity to visit each family's wheat field.

Every household has clearly finished their work; the wheat harvest is over, and summer planting hasn't even started yet. How could they not have time to come out and sell eggs?

The next day, he waited expectantly outside the village committee compound, but still no one came.

He asked the village chief to shout through the loudspeaker several more times, but the result was still the same.

He suspected that Chen Wenfeng had accepted the money, but the village chief said that Chen Wenfeng and his group had not been to the village committee recently.

What's going on?

Who else could it be but Chen Wenfeng!

Han Laosi became conflicted.

Even if Chen Wenfeng did collect the eggs, he clearly had no way to sell them!

But apart from this explanation, there doesn't seem to be any better one.

The stubborn and self-willed Han Laosi didn't even dare to ask the villagers, fearing that his suspicions would be confirmed. Unwilling to admit defeat, he went to several villages one after another.

Needless to say, they returned empty-handed once again.

A kind-hearted person from another village told him that all the eggs in the village had been harvested long ago, and that there were only a few eggs left each day, asking if he wanted any.

But he had already promised to supply eggs to three households in the county and two households in the town. In addition to the first batch of supplies, there would be extra deliveries, which amounted to several thousand eggs! How could a few scattered eggs be enough?

That night, Han Laosi suffered from insomnia for the first time.

He's schemed against others for half his life, but this time he's been outsmarted. Does this brat from Chen Shouyi's family have the ability to do that?

With the second son of the Chen family gone, is it time for another capable person to emerge?

He tossed and turned, the sound of his wife Li Dahua snoring in his ears, making him feel irritable.

sow......

After an unknown amount of time, he finally fell into a deep sleep. In his dream, he was standing in the courtyard of the village committee, surrounded by a group of people who were scrambling to stuff eggs into his hands.

"Han Laosi, Han Sige, are you home? Are you still not up?" A shout woke Han Laosi up.

Through the window, he heard the courtyard gate being pounded on.

Who is it that's announcing a death so early in the morning?

Han Laosi turned his head and saw that Li Dahua was sleeping soundly. What a heartless thing!

Reluctantly, he put on his clothes, slipped on his shoes, and went to open the door.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, Lai Zi. I heard you wanted eggs, and I have some!"