Ning Jing was surprised that it was so simple. She thought about it and realized that there were only so many people in the village. After the county town absorbed some of them, according to Fu Hongxing, the number of eggs that could actually be taken to the city every day was not that many.

The next day, sure enough, the chickens at the farm and Ning Jing's house laid eggs again.

This time, the chickens at the farm laid several times more eggs than the day before.

I picked them up and counted them; there were at least a hundred.

This time, instead of delivering the eggs to the brigade headquarters, he called the accountant over, checked the accounts, and then loaded the eggs onto the wheelbarrow that his eldest son, Tan Qingzhou, had brought.

The father and son headed towards the county town, and everyone was filled with anxiety during the several hours it took to travel there and back.

When Tan Dingguo returned with Tan Qingzhou and pulled out a dozen or so yuan from his pocket, everyone was in an uproar.

That's more than 10 yuan a day! It's not just laying eggs, it's laying money!

"Village chief, we're running low on feed for the chickens and ducks."

"Could we use the money from selling these goods to buy some more bran?"

In fact, the feed that the farm bought before has already been used up quite a bit.

However, Ning Jing knew that asking the village for money to buy feed before the farm made any money was simply wishful thinking.

So, every time she fed the chickens and ducks, she would first let everyone drive them to the hillside to find food on their own, and then she would mix some bran with earthworms to feed them.

Even so, it's still barely passable.

The hen that was expected to lay an egg early actually relieved Ning Jing, who was under a lot of pressure.

Upon hearing Ning Jing's words, Tan Dingguo nodded repeatedly.

"Of course, of course. We'll use the money from tomorrow's sales and today's money to bring back a cartload of bran."

He wasn't a fool. That little bit of feed had kept Ning Jing afloat for over two months, so running out of feed was something he had already expected.

Ning Jing only spoke up now; if he disagreed, it would truly be a complete lack of consideration for others.

Wang Guihua, Aunt Wu, and Su Meilan all had beaming smiles on their faces.

After all, chickens and ducks need to be well-fed to lay more eggs!

Tan Dingguo quickly announced the good news to the whole village through the loudspeaker.

Everyone who received money that time was overjoyed.

When they found out yesterday that the chickens at the farm were laying eggs, they had a better understanding of the situation.

Now, hearing the village chief say that they made over ten yuan in just one day, everyone is overjoyed and extremely happy.

Of course, besides those who were happy, there were also those who were unhappy.

Naturally, these were the twenty or thirty households that were unwilling to contribute money or labor.

After hearing the loudspeaker, almost all those families started smashing and fighting in their homes, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

The thought of others getting a lot of money while my family gets nothing makes me feel terrible.

Several households, especially those that hadn't separated, had their sisters-in-law and brothers arguing fiercely.

It was almost always mutual blame. If it weren't for the other party, their family should have contributed some of the money to start the farm.

In that case, since the farm is making money now, they will naturally have a share to share as well.

But now, all I can do is watch others make money, and all I can do is be envious.

How could they possibly accept this?

That night, almost none of the twenty or thirty households slept well.

As soon as it was light, those with ulterior motives ran to the village chief's house.