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

Suppressing his rising anger, Hou Laizi asked incredulously:

"Push it back? Push it to the village committee?"

Han Laosi ignored Hou Laizi's varied expressions and said:

"Go to the village committee, right now!"

After saying that, Han Laosi put his hands behind his back, took short strides, and walked towards the village committee.

Hou Laizi and Fatty stood there bewildered in the wind for a while. Fatty said:

"Hey, I don't think Han Laosi is like Zhou Bapi. Damn it, he's Zhou Bapi, he's really a scoundrel."

After listening to Fatty's complaints, Hou Laizi had calmed down from his earlier rage. He thought about it carefully for a while and said:

"Fatty, I reckon it's Brother Feng again this time."

"Oh? Brother Feng is making a move?"

"Yes, Brother Feng was clearly also collecting the top-tier materials, so why did he suddenly admit defeat? You know Brother Feng's strength; he also has friends in the county."

"You mean that car from this morning, it belongs to Feng's friend?"

"I think it's pretty much a done deal. Besides Brother Feng, who else in our village can handle Han Laosi?"

"That's all, Lai Zi. What do we do now?"

"What do we do? Let's go, let's go see what's going on!"

Suddenly, the two men felt an inexhaustible energy and pushed the cart very fast, quickly catching up with Han Laosi.

Seeing Hou Laizi and Fatty pushing the cart so fast that the wheels were practically flaming, Han Laosi momentarily forgot his grudge against Chen Wenfeng and exclaimed in amazement, "Are these two playing with fire wheels?"

Upon arriving at the village committee, Han Laosi immediately found Chen Youwei and said:

"Village chief, I need your help with something."

Chen Youwei knew that Han Laosi was the type to only come to the temple when he had something to ask for, and judging from his polite tone, he must have suffered a loss.

"Fourth brother!" Chen Youwei asked, feigning enthusiasm.

"What's going on in the middle of the day?"

"Hey village chief, I'm looking for Shouyi's eldest son, Chen Wenfeng."

Seeing Han Laosi's disgusted expression, Chen Youwei thought to himself, "Has Han Laosi been tricked by that brat Chen Wenfeng again?"

He pressed his lips tightly together and asked seriously:

"You went to see him twice before because of the eggs, what's up this time?"

"This time it's about Dengdaoshan; I'm begging him to buy back the Dengdaoshan property I acquired!"

Chen Youwei was a little incredulous. He looked at Han Laosi's shrewd face again and again. He seemed to have figured out what was going on. After all, Chen Wenfeng and Han Laosi had squeezed out the person in town who was buying Dengdaoshan. The two of them had been driving up the price for a long time, but Han Laosi had won.

But in less than half a day, Han Laosi suddenly pulled this stunt again. Without a doubt, he'd fallen into Chen Wenfeng's trap once more. Is this what they call being blinded by greed? Han Laosi is prepared to capsize several times over on this ditch!

Thinking of this, Chen Youwei took a few deep breaths, covered his face with his hands, and frowned, afraid that he would burst out laughing.

Han Laosi thought Chen Youwei was uncomfortable and said:

"Village chief, are you sick?"

"You're the one who's sick in the head! I'll go call Chen Wenfeng over the loudspeaker, but you know it's lunchtime now, and besides, you can't hear the broadcasts on Jiming Mountain. He might not be able to get here anytime soon!"

"I'll wait here. We'll talk whenever he comes."

......

"Wenfeng, how are the chickens on the mountain doing?"

"Mom, now all 300 laying hens are laying eggs every day. Many of the 100 chicks from before have also started laying eggs, although the eggs are a little small. Master Sun said there's no rush, the chickens are a good breed, and they'll all be laying eggs in a month or two."

"Then I'm relieved."

Wang Guizhi cooked rice, the kind she had recently exchanged for wheat. She carefully steamed a large pot of it and handed a bowl to Chen Wenfeng, saying:

"Wen Feng, have another bowl."

Chen Wenfeng took the porcelain bowl handed to him by his mother, Wang Guizhi, and saw that the rice was piled up high like a small mountain. He said:

"Mom, I already ate two bowls, how come this third bowl is even bigger than the first two!"

Before Wang Guizhi could speak, Chen Shouyi said from the side:

"Honey, give me another bowl."

Chen Wenfeng looked at his father incredulously and said:

"Dad, this must be your fourth bowl."

Chen Shouyi loosened his belt and laughed:

"You miscounted, this is my fifth bowl."

"My goodness, what an appetite!" Chen Wenshui exclaimed.

"Brother, this is my third bowl already, how come you've eaten less than me?"

"Big brother, I've already eaten two bowls," Xiaofang chimed in.

Chen Wenfeng knew that rice was not eaten often, so once it was eaten, his family would eat more than usual. Moreover, he had brought back roast chicken this time, and Wang Guizhi had specially cooked a few extra green vegetables.

Chen Shouyi took the rice that Wang Guizhi had served and said:

"I wouldn't trade this kind of life for being an emperor. By the way, Wenfeng, do you want some beer? I made a few bottles with well water, but I was worried that drinking beer would take up space and interfere with my roast chicken and rice, so I didn't take them."

Chen Wenfeng didn't know what to say. Firstly, his father's eating habits were too unrestrained, and secondly, now that he suddenly had the ability to eat well, he wanted to eat his fill, even to the point of being stuffed, which he understood. He said to Chen Shouyi, "If my father eats more in the future, the family won't do this anymore."

"Dad, don't eat too much. From now on, we can eat white flour if we want, and rice if we want. We don't need to be frugal."

"Oh dear, I'm really benefiting from my son's success."

Chen Wenfeng thought to himself, "Dad, you suffered with me in my past life."

Xiaofang suddenly spoke up:

"Brother, it doesn't matter whether I eat rice or not, I just want to eat roast chicken every day."

Wang Guizhi rolled her eyes at Chen Xiaofang and said:

"You eat every day, look how fat you've become."

Xiaofang said rather indignantly:

"Many grandmas and aunties say I'm lucky. They all say that being chubby is a sign of good fortune, while being thin means you're destined to starve!"

Seeing his sister's IQ instantly spike when it came to food, Chen Wenfeng laughed and said:

"Eat up, eat up. As long as you like it, I dare not say you'll eat it every day, but you'll eat it at least once a week."

Wang Guizhi hurriedly said:

"Wenfeng, this roast chicken is quite expensive. Even though you're making money now, you can't spend it like this. Eating it once in a while is already a big deal. Do you know how many families in our village have never even had roast chicken from the county town in their entire lives?"

"Mom, do you know a famous quote from a well-known figure?"

"What famous quote?"

Life is so short; sometimes it's like sleeping—you close your eyes and open them again, and a day is gone. You close your eyes and never open them again, and your life is over!

"Who said these famous quotes? They're so catchy!"

"Regardless of who said it, life is short, so eat and drink well, and don't take things to heart."

Chen Shouyi found Chen Wenfeng's words quite agreeable. He tore off a chicken leg, took a big bite, and said:

"My dear wife, our son is right!"

Wang Guizhi glared at Chen Shouyi and said:

"All you do is eat. After you finish eating, you have to clean up the dishes. Since life is so short, I can't do all the housework myself!"

Upon hearing Wang Guizhi's words, Chen Wenfeng, Chen Wenshui, and Chen Xiaofang all burst into laughter.

Just as Chen Shouyi was about to speak, he suddenly heard Chen Youwei shout Chen Wenfeng over the loudspeaker, and the whole family turned to look at him.

Chen Wenfeng laughed and said, "The roast chicken delivery is here!"