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

When Chen Wenfeng came down from above, he still had his feet on Zhou Zhiming's shoulders.

Zhou Zhiming gritted his teeth and slowly bent over. Just when he was about to give up, Chen Wenfeng jumped off his shoulder.

With their strength released, the two of them sat on the ground, panting.

"Brother Feng, what's the situation up there?"

"Let me calm down and think about how to tell you."

This little hole is truly a hidden paradise.

It was only then that Chen Wenfeng understood why the retired teacher from his previous life had named the guesthouse he built here "Star Guesthouse".

At the exit of this small hole is a semi-circular platform, which is right next to the crack between Jiming Mountain and Dongshan Mountain.

However, because the platform was surrounded by vegetation, the crack did not look scary.

Standing on the platform, looking up at the white clouds in the sky, they seemed to be floating not far above my head.

If you look at the stars at night, you can definitely achieve the effect of "a towering building a hundred feet high, where you can reach out and pluck the stars."

Due to the location and angle of the cave entrance, as well as the relationship between the mountain and the vegetation, one can only look up from the platform at the cave entrance.

From here, you can't see outside the mountain, and from outside the mountain, you can't find the cave entrance at all.

Chen Wenfeng sorted out his thoughts, then pulled Zhou Zhiming out of the small hole and then out of the square hole outside.

He picked up a twig, drew on the ground, and explained the situation to Zhou Zhiming.

Then he pointed to the small hole inside and instructed:

"Brother, you should know that a cunning rabbit has three burrows. From now on, this place is not to be told to outsiders."

Zhou Zhiming nodded seriously and said:

"What do you mean?"

Forehead...

Chen Wenfeng explained:

"This little hole is a secret base; only the two of us need to know about it."

Zhou Zhiming nodded earnestly once again:

"good!"

Chen Wenfeng thought for a moment, then said:

"They say good things come in pairs, so today we'll make the sky round and the earth square. Let's call the little hole inside the Round Hole for now."

Zhou Zhiming didn't respond, but his admiration for Chen Wenfeng only grew stronger.

Chen Wenfeng went through the situation of Fangyuan No. 2 Cave in his mind again and roughly sorted out a plan.

The first step is to clean up the round hole.

The round hole is small and inexpensive, so you can probably fix it yourself. You can tidy it up a bit and live in it for a while.

The second step is to gradually improve the square hole.

Fangdong needs to find help, which is costly. Specialized tasks such as building stoves and pots, bricklaying walls and installing windows require professionals.

Then you can cover the connection between the two holes with something, and the small round hole won't be discovered by others.

After sorting out their thoughts, Chen and Zhou spent some more time cutting weeds outside the cave.

Soon, both brothers couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground.

This job is really tiring!

A flock of birds flew through the woods at the foot of the mountain, signaling the end of a busy day.

The sun in the sky had already hung weakly on the ridge of the western mountains.

......

When he returned home that day, Chen Wenfeng told his parents about contracting Jiming Mountain during dinner.

The parents' first reaction was that the place was haunted and they should never take over the business.

Chen Wenfeng felt incredibly embarrassed; the boomerang had come so quickly.

He patiently explained to his parents what had happened, including negotiating with the village chief and finally settling on a contract fee of 30 yuan per year.

Mother Wang Guizhi couldn't help but say:

"That's not too expensive!"

With a gem priced at 250 yuan preceding it, 30 yuan is indeed much more acceptable.

Regarding the contracting of Jiming Mountain, Chen Shouyi, the father, had no objection; he neither agreed nor opposed it.

He's used to being quite hands-off with things at home.

From childhood to adulthood, whenever the children came to him with something, he would always use a four-word phrase to dismiss them:

Go find your mother!

Now that his son is older and has his own ideas, he's even less likely to interfere.

Of course, he also knew that he couldn't control it even if he wanted to.

As for the contract fee, even if we lose 30 yuan a year, it's not a big deal.

By putting in more effort and working harder, we can make up for this loss.

He is the most honest farmer, hardworking to the bone, unwilling to be idle for even a day. This is the survival experience he has summarized from working the land.

If he had to give his son Chen Wenfeng any advice, he would definitely say, "Hard work pays off; clear the land properly and find ways to grow more crops on the mountain."

The mother, Wang Guizhi, had many concerns, such as losses, safety, and hardship.

But she didn't say anything. She just sighed that her son had grown up and that time had flown by!

She said earnestly:

"If you need anything from Mom, just ask. Whether it's money or manpower, Mom will support you."

"Thank you, Mom!"

Chen Wenfeng gave a mechanical and polite reply.

At this moment, his emotions were churning, and he really didn't know what to say to his mother.

In his past life, he saw through the coldness of the world, but in this life, with his mother by his side, he is the child who is loved.

"You're a piece of my flesh, why are you thanking me!"

"Mother Wang Guizhi said with a smile."

Chen Wenfeng hummed in agreement, took the bowl and went out of the house to add porridge to the pot, a tear welling up in his eye.

The decision to contract Jiming Mountain was considered approved by my parents.

From that day on, Chen Wenfeng's life became busy and regular.

After having breakfast in the morning, he would take his lunch and go to Jiming Mountain to work until he returned home in the evening.

Two days later, he simply stopped going home. When Zhou Zhiming came to help, he would bring him food.

At night, he slept directly in the stone house in the watermelon field.

His mother offered to help several times, but he refused. This time, he wanted to rely on his own strength.

But what his mother didn't tell Chen Wenfeng was that while he was going back and forth between the watermelon field and Jiming Mountain every day, his father, Chen Shouyi, had gone out.

At that time, farmers had very few sideline businesses, and it was difficult for them to have any other income besides selling grain.

A few years ago, side jobs were paid in work points, but no money was given. Things only gradually improved after the land was contracted out to individual households.

Chen Shouyi went to repair a nearby reservoir during the off-season for farming.

He worked as a stone chiseler, which was physically demanding and required a lot of strength; it was very hard work.

Because it's hard work, only a very few people can do this job, but the pay is higher than that of ordinary day labor.

The daily wage is 3 yuan.

Perhaps this is the silent support his father, as steadfast as a mountain, gave him.

Of course, Chen Wenfeng would never know these things...

The preliminary work at Jiming Mountain was simple to the point of being tedious:

Clear away the weeds and tidy up the stone cave.

Clean up the cave and remove the weeds.

Clear away the weeds and tidy up the stone cave.

Clean up the cave and remove the weeds.

By the fifth day of cleaning, the round cave was spotless, and the square cave was also swept clean.

A path has become clearly visible from the foot of the mountain to the summit.

That morning, Chen Wenfeng was clearing the brambles around the foot of the mountain when he faintly heard a loudspeaker broadcasting from across the river.

Because it was far away, I couldn't hear it very clearly, but it seemed like they were asking the villagers to pick up the mail.

Chen Wenfeng didn't take it seriously and continued working.

But then Zhou Zhiming came running like the wind, carrying breakfast, shouting as he ran:

"Brother Feng, the loudspeaker is calling you to go to the village committee to pick up a letter!"

letter!

The newspaper replied!

Chen Wenfeng was also very excited, and the two of them ran towards the village committee together.

As they rushed onto the stone bridge north of the village, the broadcast became increasingly clear.

The village chief's familiar voice came through the loudspeaker:

"Chen Wenfeng, Chen Wenfeng, come to the brigade immediately to collect the letter, come to the brigade immediately to collect the letter."

"The postman is waiting for you! The postman is waiting for you!"

"If you see Chen Wenfeng, please let him know."

"Chen Wenfeng, Chen Wenfeng, come to the brigade headquarters immediately to collect the letter, come to the brigade headquarters immediately to collect the letter..."