Yang Yufeng stood in the yard, sniffing hard, wondering what her neighbors were eating.

The aroma isn't as strong as it used to be, but it smells even more tempting today.

"It doesn't have a gamey smell, so it shouldn't be argali meat, nor does it resemble bear meat. Chicken and duck meat don't look this appealing either. What exactly are we eating?"

Clutching half a green radish in her hand, she couldn't help but take a bite.

Turning around, she saw her daughter sitting on a stool, drawing in a small notebook. She couldn't help but ask, "Darling, do you know what delicious food they're cooking?"

The girl lowered her head and shook it.

"You brat, have you become mute?"

Yang Yufeng felt somewhat ashamed and angry.

That girl is such an ingrate. Ever since she took some grass seeds last time, Da Niu has become increasingly quiet at home, like she's mute.

For this, she has received no shortage of complaints from the men in her family.

"By the way, Da Niu, where are the grass seeds you picked today? I'll feed them to the chickens at home. Winter is coming soon, so let's feed them more so they'll have meat to eat during the New Year."

The girl sat on the small stool, still shaking her head.

Upon seeing this, Yang Yufeng went directly into the house to look for her cloth bag.

After a while, Yang Yufeng, carrying an empty cloth bag, stormed out again.

"Hey girl, where are the grass seeds? Didn't I tell you to keep some? You sold them to the farm, and they made a profit. You unlucky kid, wouldn't it be better to keep them to feed your own chickens?"

The girl remained expressionless throughout.

She glanced up and said casually, "I didn't pick grass seeds today."

"Didn't masturbate?"

Yang Yufeng was taken aback.

At this moment, Da Bao heard the cursing and came out of the house.

He raised his arm, wiped his nose, and said with a grin, "My sister was painting donkeys with the aunt next door today, and didn't even go to pick grass seeds."

"Draw a donkey? What's so interesting about drawing a donkey? What nonsense has she been teaching you this time?"

Yang Yufeng was a little angry.

Seeing her daughter being closer to someone else than to herself, she felt a little ashamed and angry.

She strode forward, snatched her daughter's notebook, and began to read it.

"What is this drawing? It's a mess! Whose donkey looks like this? Is this what she taught you?"

Looking at the little donkey in the notebook, Yang Yufeng curled her lips in disdain.

In her opinion, the doodles in the notebook were just random scribbles and a waste of the notebook.

The man next door spends all day carrying around a broken wooden board, pretending to draw things. She thought he was really good at it, but it turns out he's just teaching his daughter to draw this stuff. It's a joke.

"Give it to me!"

The girl was a little excited, and she ran forward and snatched it away.

This startled Yang Yufeng, who immediately scolded, "You brat, you scared me to death! It's just a lousy notebook, why are you so upset?"

"Let me tell you, Da Niu, stop doing all that nonsense all day. Just take good care of Er Bao for me. That's better than anything else."

Enraged, Yang Yufeng started cursing at Da Niu.

Da Niu didn't react. She took the small notebook she had bought by selling grass seeds, turned around, and sat back down on the small stool.

Holding a pencil in her hand, she continued drawing, stroke by stroke.

At this moment, she put much more effort into her writing than usual.

Wang Haibing walked out of the room with a gloomy face.

He snapped at the incessantly chattering Yang Yufeng, "What are you doing? Da Niu can draw if she wants to, what's it to you? Shut up right now, aren't you ashamed?"

...

In the neighboring courtyard, Lu Fangfang frowned, looking somewhat angry.

Listening to the commotion in the neighboring yard, she really couldn't understand why Yang Yufeng treated Da Niu like an enemy. Da Niu was Yang Yufeng's biological daughter.

Looking down at the little wild donkey wagging its tail, she even felt that Yang Yufeng treated the little wild donkey better than she treated her own daughter.

She couldn't help but sigh, then turned and quickly went back into the house.

That night, she lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and complained to Zhuang Mingcheng.

"That's just how she is; we shouldn't get involved in her family's affairs."

“I didn’t want to get involved, I just couldn’t stand it. She’s like a stepmother, she’s a woman herself, yet she’s so sexist.”

Lu Fangfang couldn't help but complain again.

"Okay, stop thinking about it. You can't stay upset now. Go to sleep."

Zhuang Mingcheng put his arm around his wife, feeling somewhat helpless. He should have known better than to apply for the house here.

...

Time flies, and before we knew it, it was early October.

At the breeding farm, the three of them worked hard for half a month and finally managed to hatch more than two thousand baby quails in the incubation room.

The newly hatched quails, along with the first three batches, now bring the total number of quails in the farm to over 4,500. Male quails make up about half of the flock, which isn't too many.

However, the farm has achieved its goal for this year, and now it just needs to feed the quails well so they can start laying eggs.

Lu Fangfang estimated that by late November, their farm would be able to produce 2,000 eggs per day.

In other words, her December salary will be just like her husband's, reaching over a hundred yuan.

Thinking about this made her feel very happy.

"Xiao Lu, the more than 300 quails we hatched in the second batch have started laying eggs."

Zhao Lanying, carrying several freshly laid quail eggs, walked happily into the incubation room.

"Did it lay an egg?"

Lu Fangfang's eyes lit up, and she quickly took it and looked at it.

The quail's first eggs were smaller than usual, but she still looked at them with a big smile.

"Sister-in-law, when you mix the feed, add more bone meal and fish meal, and feed them well."

"Oh right, we also need to feed the third batch of 1,900 quails well. By the end of the month, they should start laying eggs, and then our farm will be able to produce more than 1,000 quail eggs a day."

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