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

"I know, but I'm not familiar with it. Zheng Erli is not in Chenjiazhuang for most of the year, so I really don't know anything about the soy sauce factory," Chen Wenfeng replied.

Seeing that Chen Wenfeng was unaware of the soy sauce factory's affairs, Wu Jiajun explained:

"This Zheng Erli is planning to set up a soy sauce factory in Chenjiazhuang, and it seems he's even found a partner, someone called Lao Si!"

"Han Laosi!"

"Yes, his name is Han Laosi."

Haha, Chen Wenfeng became interested as soon as he heard this and said:

"Wu Ge, you must have a bad memory. He's the one who was competing with me for the egg business."

Wu Jiajun didn't immediately recognize him and said:

"Oh, it was him. I had completely forgotten about that. If that's what you mean, then I won't agree to Zheng Erli joining."

Chen Wenfeng considered it for a moment and said:

"Brother Wu, I don't think it's necessary to let Han Laosi affect Zheng Erli. Although they are partners, they are both shrewd people and may not be able to work together. Besides, with Zheng Erli joining, I can still find out Han Laosi's movements."

When Wu Jiajun heard Chen Wenfeng say this, he gave him a meaningful look. This brother of his really had a lot of tricks up his sleeve.

Then Chen Wenfeng said:

"Angkor, was that letter from the Queen Mother of the West circulated in the county town recently?"

Before Wu Jiajun could reply, Feng Jianguo quickly interjected:

"Yes, it was a little noisy, but it quickly dispersed."

Chen Wenfeng laughed and recounted how Han Laosi spread rumors in Chenjiazhuang and made a fortune as a result. When he mentioned that Han Laosi used sand instead of salt, Wu Jiajun and Feng Jianguo both gave him a thumbs up.

"Wen Feng, you've really got it!" Wu Jiajun praised.

"Brother Wenfeng is indeed quick-witted and has a sharp mind; he is a promising young man!" Feng Jianguo praised without being outdone.

Feng Jianguo continued:

"That Han Laosi is a bit scheming. Lao Wu told me before that he harbors some resentment towards your family. If we recruit Zheng Erli into the Chamber of Commerce, and indirectly keep an eye on Han Laosi, it wouldn't be a bad thing for Wen Feng. Lao Wu, I agree with Wen Feng's opinion, after all, I'm number 03!"

After saying that, Feng Jianguo snatched the card with the number 03 written on it from Wu Jiajun's hand and held it in his hand with a smile.

Just then, Manager Li knocked on the door and came in, saying to Wu Jiajun:

"Mr. Wu, may we serve the food now?"

"Serve the food. I just talked to Wenfeng about the eggs. Come down and you can contact him."

"What kind of wine should we drink? Like last time, Fenjiu?"

Wu Jiajun didn't answer immediately. He turned to look at Feng Jianguo, who then said:

"Let's get some beer. I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, so I can't drink too much today."

Chen Wenfeng thought to himself, "How did Feng Jianguo change his ways? He used to love drinking so much." But he didn't want to drink too much. Last time he drank too much, he took the wrong path and saved Shen Wanjun. He was chased by a group of people, and he was still a little scared when he thought about it.

Wu Jiajun said:

"Listen to Lao Feng, go and make the arrangements. Get it done as soon as possible!"

Manager Li agreed and went downstairs.

Wu Jiajun said:

"Wenfeng, Lao Feng keeps telling me that you haven't been submitting articles much lately. I told him you're busy, but he still wants you to write more."

"That's right, Wenfeng, you should write more. With such good writing skills, why waste them on the New Year?" Feng Jianguo said.

Chen Wenfeng smiled and said:

"My two brothers, I'm busy earning a living right now, so I really don't have the energy to write. Once I'm done with this busy period and the chicken farm is back on track, I can stop."

Feng Jianguo looked at Wu Jiajun and said:

"That's right. Brother Wenfeng once said that he would be a poet in his spare time. He's at the age where he should be doing practical work. Of course, Lao Wu and I are also in our prime, haha!"

Soon, Manager Li arranged a table full of dishes, and the three of them drank beer and discussed poetry and academic papers.

Once Feng Jianguo had a drink, his words became even sharper, and neither Chen Wenfeng nor Wu Jiajun could out-argue him.

Feng Jianguo said:

"Last time, Brother Wenfeng asked me about the origin of the name 'Shabi,' and I said it came from a line in Du Fu's poem."

"Yes, the poem about bamboo groves, sandy beaches, and the Huanhua Stream," Chen Wenfeng replied.

"So, I suddenly had an idea, and I wonder if you two brothers are interested." Feng Jianguo finished speaking, then stopped there, poured himself a glass of beer, downed it in one gulp, and exclaimed:

"Iced beer gives you energy!"

Seeing that Feng Jianguo was deliberately keeping him in suspense, Wu Jiajun said:

"Old Feng, just keep going. If you don't, we won't listen anymore."

Seeing that he couldn't control Wu Jiajun, Feng Jianguo quickly said:

"I mean, since the three of us all admire Du Fu, why don't we form a group, choose a pen name, and take turns writing articles? What do you think?"

"Great!" Chen Wenfeng and Wu Jiajun both thought this way of playing was very interesting.

Feng Jianguo continued:

"We can use a portion of our royalties to contribute to the Bohai Chamber of Commerce, after all, we're one of the top three members of the chamber!"

Chen Wenfeng roughly understood Feng Jianguo's meaning. He didn't want to do business, but he wanted to participate in the Bohai Chamber of Commerce. He felt that supporting the Chamber of Commerce with the royalties from writing articles was a good way to do so.

Wu Jiajun didn't care about the royalties, saying:

"The three of us will write the article, and the payment will go to both of you. I'm currently trying to come up with a title!"

"How about we just call it Huanhuaxi?" Chen Wenfeng said.

"Okay!" Feng Jianguo and Wu Jiajun both agreed.

"Let's write a poem to commemorate the birth of the name Huanhua Creek!"

Faced with Feng Jianguo's suggestion, Chen Wenfeng thought to himself, "Feng Jianguo is really having a blast this time, even writing poetry together? Speechless." He replied:

"I'll do as Brother Feng says."

Seeing that Feng Jianguo and Chen Wenfeng were both very interested, Wu Jiajun also said:

"Let's have the three of us write a poem together. Old Feng will write the first line, I'll write the second, and Wen Feng, being a young talent, will be responsible for the third and fourth lines. The three of us will write a quatrain together."

Chen Wenfeng hadn't expected the two of them to be serious. There was no AI to assist in writing poetry now, so he could only listen quietly to the first two lines from Feng Jianguo and Wu Jiajun, and brace himself for what to do next.

After pondering for a while, Feng Jianguo said:

"Devotion can distinguish between illusion and reality."

Wu Jiajun pondered Feng Jianguo's poem several times before continuing:

"Having long been accustomed to the mundane world, his spirit remains untamed."

These two are really quite capable. Seeing Wu and Feng staring at him, Chen Wenfeng, relying on the few lines of poetry he had written online in his previous life, racked his brains and started to think.

In an instant, he thought of Huanhua Creek, Du Fu, the Bohai Chamber of Commerce, and the meeting of the three of them. A sense of responsibility suddenly welled up in his heart. He had been reborn, so he was going to do something to make a difference, to give himself and his family a good life. If he did well, he could help others to the best of his ability.

With great power comes great responsibility. Chen Wenfeng stood up from his seat and recited:

"Whenever I think of the suffering people, I am moved to tears; there are successors by the Huanhua Stream."