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

Since cooperating with Zheng Erli, Han Laosi has become active again. In addition to preparing for various matters related to the soy sauce factory, he has also been investigating the market everywhere.

By chance, Han Laosi heard that chickens in the surrounding chicken farms were starting to suffer from fowl plague, and even the state-owned chicken farm in the county town was not spared.

He became suspicious and started paying attention to Chen Wenfeng's activities. He noticed that the frequency of sending eggs out of Jiming Mountain had decreased, indicating that the chickens of Jiming Mountain were also not immune to this chicken plague.

Chen Wenfeng, Chen Wenfeng, let's see how arrogant you can be now.

Chen Wenfeng was indeed in trouble. During the long summer days, with continuous rain, the chickens on Jiming Mountain were not only in poor spirits, but their egg production had also decreased.

He wanted to discuss it with Old Sun, but Old Sun happened to have gone down the mountain to visit his nephew and had taken half a month off.

Chen Wenfeng originally thought that it would be fine without Old Sun. The chickens were laying eggs steadily during this period, and the brothers could just take turns watching them. He didn't expect to encounter such a tricky situation, and now he didn't even have anyone to talk to.

Chen Wenfeng asked all the chicken farmers in the area, and found that many of their chickens were in the same situation. The larger the scale of the farm, the more serious the problem. On the contrary, the free-range chickens raised by individual farmers did not have any problems.

Compared to this, the problem at Jiming Mountain is relatively minor.

Because the chickens on the mountain laid fewer eggs, Chen Wenfeng had to send people to various villages to buy eggs. Although the profits were much lower, at least he could retain his old customers.

Shen Wanjun was observant; upon seeing the eggs Chen Wenfeng brought, she said:

"Brother Chen, these eggs seem a little different again?"

"Why is it different?"

"You haven't used wood ash on the eggs you deliver for a long time, but you used it on this one."

Seeing Shen Wanjun's bright eyes, Chen Wenfeng thought to himself that her eyes were truly exceptional. He did not hide anything and told Shen Wanjun about the situation at Jiming Mountain.

Shen Wanjun was very worried and said:

"Brother Chen, is it that serious? You can go to the state-owned chicken farm and ask about the situation."

"That's what I think too."

Chen Wenfeng also thought that the technology of the state-owned chicken farm in the county was good, so he went to the state-owned chicken farm to find out about the situation. But he was shocked when he arrived.

The situation at the state-owned chicken farm was even worse than at Jiming Mountain. Not only did the chickens there not lay eggs, but laying hens were also dying every day.

Manager Li helped Chen Wenfeng find the person in charge of the state-owned chicken farm, who then found a dedicated technician.

A technician wearing a work uniform and a white hat complained to Chen Wenfeng:

"Mr. Chen, your small chicken farm might be in a better situation. We're a large farm here, and we've tried everything – feeding them medicine, disinfecting, and so on – but nothing has worked."

"Later we consulted some experts, who suggested that it might be related to the hot weather. This year's weather has indeed been unusually hot, and they advised us to increase ventilation, but egg production still hasn't recovered. The good news is that fewer chickens have been dying recently."

Chen Wenfeng talked with the technicians at the state-owned chicken farm for a long time, and then asked the technician for his phone number before leaving.

Manager Li invited Chen Wenfeng to have dinner at the Jiuzhou Hotel before leaving, but Chen Wenfeng had no appetite. He suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Wu Jiajun on this trip, so he asked:

"Manager Li, where is your General Manager Wu?"

"Mr. Wu hasn't been to the restaurant in a long time. He seems to be busy, but I don't know exactly what. If you're looking for him, you can leave a note, and he'll contact you when he gets back."

Chen Wenfeng's intuition told him that something must have happened to Wu Jiajun, so he asked Manager Li to find paper and pen and left a note for Wu Jiajun.

At this time, Wu Jiajun was accompanying Feng Jianguo at the county hospital.

Feng Jianguo sat on the hospital bed and said to Wu Jiajun:

"Old Wu, I'm all better now. There's no need for me to stay in the hospital. I'll get moldy lying here."

Wu Jiajun laughed:

"Old Feng, don't be stubborn at a time like this. I know you're not in any serious trouble, but look at your foot, it got cut in the river. It needs to rest for a few more days."

"By the way, that illegal coal mine has been shut down, all the people involved have been arrested, and all the homeless people have been rescued. You always manage to do something amazing."

Feng Jianguo sighed and said:

"In this life, you have to do something. Actually, I'm a little scared, but I don't regret it."

"Old Feng, come quick! Your story is in the newspaper!"

Feng Jianguo's colleague rushed in, holding the latest local newspaper.

Feng Jianguo was puzzled. He was a reporter, and he should be the one writing the report. How could someone have written it before him? Besides, even if someone did write it, it shouldn't be centered on him.

Feng Jianguo took the newspaper from his colleague, unfolded it, and saw a large headline that read:

"A Lone Hero: Infiltrating a Coal Mine to Rescue a Homeless Man."

What surprised him even more was the author's signature at the bottom of the article: "Huanhuaxi".

Feng Jianguo looked up at Wu Jiajun and asked:

"Old Wu, did you write this report?"

Wu Jiajun admitted it with a smile, saying:

"Our trio's first article should be of some importance, right? Since what you've done is significant, I'll take advantage of your success and write a substantial report as well."

Feng Jianguo was deeply moved after hearing this. Looking at Wu Jiajun, whom he had known for many years, Feng Jianguo lowered his head and slowly read the article.

After finishing reading, he slowly raised his head, thought carefully for a moment, and said:

"Old Wu, actually, our Huanhuaxi can not only write literary works in the future, but also write about social issues."

"That's exactly what I was thinking too. It also echoes the last two lines of our poem: 'Whenever I think of the common people, I weep; by the Huanhua Stream, there is a successor.'"

"After I'm discharged from the hospital, I'll invite Brother Wenfeng over and ask for his opinion as well."

"Don't worry, Wenfeng will support our idea."

"That's right, that's right, otherwise he wouldn't have written such verses."

The two were chatting when the ward door opened and Manager Li came in. He said to Wu Jiajun:

"Mr. Wu, Mr. Chen came by, but I didn't tell him you were here."

Before Wu Jiajun could speak, Feng Jianguo said:

"Manager Li is really prudent. It was the right thing to not tell him, so Brother Wenfeng wouldn't have to worry unnecessarily."

Manager Li quickly replied:

"It's not that I'm being cautious; it's that General Manager Wu gave me instructions beforehand."

Wu Jiajun gave Manager Li a satisfied look and asked:

"What brings Wenfeng here?"

"I took him to the county's state-owned chicken farm. It seems that the chickens there have been suffering from disease recently, and their chickens are laying fewer eggs."

Wu Jiajun was silent for a moment, then said:

"Every profession is like a mountain, and I don't have any ideas for him about raising chickens."

Manager Li suddenly remembered something, took out the note Chen Wenfeng had left for Wu Jiajun from his pocket, handed it to Wu Jiajun, and said:

"This is a note left by General Manager Chen. I think he realized that something's happened on our end too."

When Wu Jiajun opened the note, he couldn't help but admire Chen Wenfeng even more. Was this kid a prophet?