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

"Then it's settled."

"It's settled. I'll bring the money over in a few days and take the chickens and their coop away!"

Chen Wenfeng and Sun Damin shook hands and finalized the deal.

Sun Damin asked Old Sun and Chen Wenfeng to say a few words, but Old Sun seemed rather dull and just smiled at Chen Wenfeng.

Chen Wenfeng rushed to the credit union without stopping. The credit union was next to the supply and marketing cooperative, a stand-alone building with a wooden sign hanging at the entrance that read "Chenjiazhuang Township Credit Union". During the commune period, Chenjiazhuang was originally a small township, governing several small villages in the east of the town, before it was incorporated into Qiwang Town. But the name of the credit union remained unchanged.

The courtyard gate is an iron gate, and it was open during working hours.

The courtyard contained a single-story brick-and-mortar building with walls made of blue bricks grouted with cement. The roof was a gable roof covered with small gray tiles resembling fish scales. Above the door hung a savings badge with ears of wheat and gears.

Chen Wenfeng pushed open the dark red double wooden door. A tall sales counter stood before him, protected by steel bars. A female staff member asked through the bars:

"Deposit or withdraw money?"

"I need a loan..."

"How much are you planning to borrow?"

"I'll borrow 1200 yuan and pay it off in a year."

"use?"

"Raising chickens."

Chen Wenfeng explained the details to the saleswoman.

The saleswoman was very enthusiastic. She was from the neighboring village and knew about Chen Wenfeng's egg business because her family had sold eggs to him before.

The female clerk told Chen Wenfeng that his loan of 1200 yuan was a small-scale production loan, which did not require approval from higher authorities and could be approved by the director of the credit union.

Now is the time to encourage everyone to do things, and the interest rate is not high. At a monthly interest rate of 4.8%, the monthly interest is 5.76 yuan, and the annual interest is 69.12 yuan.

But now there is only one problem: even if she knows that Chen Wenfeng has a bank account, according to the procedure, collateral and a guarantor are still required.

When Chen Wenfeng went home and tentatively told his parents about the loan, Chen Shouyi and Wang Guizhi remained silent for a long time.

For this frugal couple, 1200 yuan was an astronomical sum in this day and age.

In the end, it was Wang Guizhi who said:

"Wenfeng, let's not borrow so much at once. What if we lose money? That would be a real problem!"

Chen Wenfeng didn't want his parents to worry about him, so he said:

"Mom, I understand, I won't take out the loan. Don't worry!"

This was a white lie; Chen Wenfeng knew he couldn't let his parents worry about him in this lifetime.

He had already decided who to contact: Village Chief Chen Youwei.

He approached the village chief, Chen Youwei, explained the situation, and sought the village's support.

Chen Youwei was very supportive. He knew that Chen Wenfeng was doing well, and if production was expanded, the village would have another household with an income of ten thousand yuan.

He went to a meeting in town and saw that people from other villages were becoming wealthy with tens of thousands of yuan in income, which made him envious.

He strongly supported Chen Wenfeng in order to cure his conjunctivitis, saying:

"Wenfeng, go for it! I'll be the guarantor. As for collateral, the chicken coop at Jiming Mountain can be used as collateral. Also, the chickens and chickens you bought can be used as collateral!"

The village chief's words were a brilliant move, waking people from their reverie.

Following Chen Youwei's instructions, Chen Wenfeng quickly got the loan approved.

With the money in hand, Chen Wenfeng and Sun Damin made a handover, including the laying hens, the chicken coop, and Old Sun.

He, along with Lao Suntou, Zhou Zhiming, Niu Da Niu Er, and others, set up the chicken coop and settled the 300 laying hens.

Sun Damin also brought back the empty, abandoned chicken coop. Old Sun helped repair it, and the 100 chickens that had been living freely before were now living comfortably in the cramped coop.

Only the eight Vajra warriors remained, still enjoying the free sunshine.

Chen Wenfeng pointed to the eight chickens and said:

"They really knew how to pick them; all eight were young roosters. We'll fatten them up and eat them!"

......

It's said that no one knows a son better than his father, and Chen Shouyi, unusually, showed some cleverness. He said to Wang Guizhi:

"Honey, I have a feeling Wenfeng won't listen to us this time!"

"What do you mean you're not listening to us?" Wang Guizhi didn't understand.

Chen Shouyi lit a cigarette and said:

"This kid said he wanted to take out a loan, but after we've talked about it too much, he said he wouldn't. I have a feeling he'll most likely take out a loan."

Upon hearing Chen Shouyi's words, Wang Guizhi suddenly had the same premonition and said:

"What should we do? 1200 yuan is no small amount. What if we lose it..."

Chen Shouyi took a few puffs of his cigarette and said:

"My son got into trouble, so I have to take the blame. He needs a guarantor and collateral to get a loan. The only valuable things in our family are the house and the oxcart. If all else fails, we'll just have to go all out."

The couple were chatting when they heard someone call out from outside the door:

"Is Shouyi at home?"

"village head!"

Chen Shouyi quickly agreed and welcomed the village chief, Chen Youwei, inside.

Chen Youwei said, "Shouyi, why are you still smoking tobacco leaves? Smoking this."

Chen Youwei handed a cigarette to Chen Shouyi, who took it and lit it with a cigarette roll.

"What brings the village chief here?"

Wang Guizhi poured Chen Youwei a glass of water and asked him a question.

"Can't you come over for a stroll if you have nothing to do?"

"Oh dear, look at me, I can't speak properly."

"Actually, it's nothing much. I just see that your Wenfeng is doing well, so I want to get closer to you. Don't be like that Han Laosi, who ignores his village chief after making money."

Chen Youwei picked up Chen Shouyi's cigarette, lit it, and took a puff. It was really good!

Wang Guizhi said, "How could that be? Besides, what future does Wenfeng have? Shouyi was just worried that he wanted a loan but didn't have collateral or a guarantor!"

Chen Youwei said:

"You two are just worrying unnecessarily. Don't you know that children and grandchildren have their own lives? I guaranteed his loan. I knew you two would be easily swayed and unable to sleep. Haha, let's go!"

Chen Shouyi and Wang Guizhi were caught off guard when the village chief vouched for Chen Wenfeng. They quickly went out to see Chen Youwei off.

Chen Youwei turned around and smiled:

"Wen Feng said something really good that I really enjoyed: he said he's not afraid of any disturbances because he's the one stirring up trouble."

Only Chen Shouyi and Wang Guizhi remained, standing blankly at the door.

......

Han Laosi's family.

Han Laosi was heartbroken because he had lost money.

Over the years, Han Laosi has always been the one scheming against others, never the one being schemed against!

Because of the recent turmoil and his frustration, coupled with drinking too much alcohol that night, Han Laosi developed a fever the next day.

Li Dahua tried everything to help Han Laosi: covering him with sweat and wiping him with cold water, but nothing worked. In desperation, she had to ask Sun Fugui to come over and give him an injection.

Sun Fugui was busy these days and only had time to come over in the evening, where he gave Han Laosi a sharp injection in the buttocks.

The medicine took effect quickly, and Han Laosi's fever gradually subsided, and he fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, he felt extremely thirsty, so he called out to Li Dahua to pour him some water. Li Dahua didn't dare to give him cold water, so she poured a cup from the thermos and let it cool.

After drinking a glass of water, Han Laosi felt better. Looking at the empty medicine bottle left by Sun Fugui, he felt a pang of heartache again. He had to find a way to earn the money back.

Just then, her stomach started growling, and Li Dahua had already heated up the leftovers and brought them over.

Han Laosi had just recovered and his mouth didn't taste very good. Li Dahua added salt twice before he finished the bowl of leftover rice.

He licked his lips, and a plan came to mind.