Back home, Uncle Chen squatted in a corner and took a few deep drags on his pipe before he recovered.

Aunt Chen stood beside her, sighing softly; she was definitely feeling sad.

They struggled for so long but still failed, while Ah Yan has now successfully cultivated shrimp larvae.

“Ayan has changed a lot…” Uncle Chen squinted his eyes.

He tried to recall her image in his mind, but it had become blurry.

Aunt Chen, "Apart from being a bit more cheerful, there's no other difference."

"Don't you think Ayan is a lot like her father? She's organized and has her own set of ideas."

Uncle Chen exhaled a smoke ring and nodded, a resemblance that was nine-tenths to his friend.

If his friend were still alive, he would be very proud of his daughter now, right?

"Don't overthink it. After you've seen the shrimp farm, what else is there to worry about?"

After finishing her sentence, Aunt Chen ignored Uncle Chen, who was smoking, and went into the inner room.

Moonlight shone in the courtyard, and Uncle Chen's figure was embedded in the gray wall.

A gentle evening breeze carried a faint, salty, damp scent.

…

the next day,

A job posting was displayed outside the Lin family's house, and soon a large crowd gathered.

"Ayan, do you really pay such high wages at your ice-making workshop?"

An older man stepped forward, glanced at the man wearing glasses, and asked in confusion.

The villagers who surrounded the area almost all had the same question.

After finishing the work in the fields, they can work at the ice-making workshop to supplement their family income, and life will gradually get better.

"Salaries will be settled according to the announcement, monthly."

"Those who want to sign up should go to Aunt Chen's house..." Lin Ziyan said briefly, then turned and walked into the courtyard.

Today we also need to deliver ice to the seafood stall; Aunt Wang asked for quite a lot of edible ice.

The chubby girl delivered the ice to the port very early.

Even Grandma was helping out in the backyard.

The main problem was that Mr. Huo from the county town wanted too much ice, and he practically took away all the stored ice.

The ice cubes need to be made fresh every day.

The group worked until the afternoon before finally stopping.

Lin Ziyan hadn't been to the port in a long time, but today she heard that Master Xu and the others had all gone out to sea.

The cargo ship will take at least half a month to return to port.

"There are fewer and fewer workers at the port now, and it seems that there are fewer cargo ships docking."

"I heard from the port owner that the port might be rebuilt and expanded," the chubby girl said casually as she flipped through her notes.

Lin Ziyan was cutting seaweed when she stopped and looked at the chubby girl.

She always manages to find out inside information.

"Yes, if the port is expanded, more cargo ships will dock, and life in the nearby fishing villages will only get better and better."

Lin Ziyan sighed inwardly; it probably wouldn't be that soon.

With everything in ruins and needing to be rebuilt, where would we find so much money?

The chubby girl yawned, and while flipping through her notes, she inadvertently saw a painting and blinked.

The little frog with its legs tied was being pulled by Jiaojiao's legs...

"Ayan, didn't you draw me?" The chubby girl felt a pang of jealousy; this drawing was so precious.

Regardless of the colors or the way the painting is presented.

"No." Lin Ziyan smiled slyly.

The chubby girl hung her head, looking so pitiful, it was hilarious.

A chubby, round face.

"Draw me one?" the chubby girl asked expectantly.

Lin Ziyan continued cutting seaweed, ignoring her, already having an idea in mind.

For example, the way she looked so wronged just now, holding the notebook.

"Ayan, there's a phone number for you at the convenience store," an older woman called out from the doorway before hurrying away.

Lin Ziyan paused for a few seconds, then, as if remembering something, washed her hands and quickly walked out.

The chubby girl was about to go out, but then she remembered the ice in the backyard, so she sat down again and resigned herself to reading her notes.

Ten minutes later, Lin Ziyan returned to the courtyard with a solemn expression.

The chubby girl's heart skipped a beat. Could it be that there was something wrong with the ice that the boss from the county town bought?

"Ayan, something happened?" The chubby girl put down her notebook and asked hurriedly.

Lin Ziyan shook her head. It would be best if the workers she recruited today could start working tomorrow.

Otherwise, she was afraid of taking on too many orders and being unable to handle them all.

"Boss Huo has placed an additional order. He'll come over tomorrow to pick up 300 pieces of edible ice and 200 large ice blocks."

Fat girl, "..."

She was completely dumbfounded. How could so many have been added in just two days?

"There's a foreign business conference in Fukushi in a couple of days, and we'll need a lot of ice."

“Boss Huo asked us to prepare a month’s worth in advance,” Lin Ziyan continued.

Actually, there were other orders, but Lin Ziyan was afraid of delaying the foreign business association meeting, so she postponed them for the time being.

The chubby girl swallowed hard. "So how many ice cubes do we need to prepare?"

Numbers kept flashing through her mind, making her feel dizzy.

"1000 edible ice cubes and 800 large ice cubes," Lin Ziyan said, and hurriedly went into the backyard.

We need to buy more molds, as well as saltpeter for making ice, and re-filter the water...

Lin Ziyan tore off a piece of paper and wrote down what she needed, thinking it was still possible to go out and buy it now.

…

Meanwhile, the city is extremely busy preparing for this foreign business conference.

Mr. Huo sat in the municipal government conference room, looked at the schedule, and frowned.

He had just asked the driver to call Lin Ziyan and ask her to prepare more ice.

Looking at the schedule now, he has a feeling that the foreign business association meeting will not be very successful.

"Mr. Huo, do you have any comments on the itinerary?" Director Luo of the Investment Promotion Department, who was in charge of the Foreign Chamber of Commerce, asked, his brow twitching slightly.

They invited Mr. Huo here to offer his opinions.

In the conference room, only Boss Huo was worldly-wise and a native of Hong Kong.

He has been running a restaurant in Fuzhou for several years and has consistently been a major taxpayer in the city.

"The schedule is too tight," Mr. Huo simply said.

Foreign businesses may not necessarily be interested in their arrangements.

Fukushi's biggest advantage is its coastal location, making it a suitable city for cargo ship transshipment.

Visiting some factories and cultural activities are completely unnecessary.

"Then which part of the itinerary do you think should be crossed out?" Director Luo pursed his lips, also feeling that the schedule was too packed.

"That depends on what your purpose is this time."

Boss Huo didn't say it outright, but he had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

The Fuzhou municipal government's active efforts to attract foreign investment are definitely aimed at port construction.

This is a huge project.

"Mr. Huo, let's be frank, our goal is to find investors and build a port."

Director Luo wiped the sweat from his forehead.

With the foreign business conference just around the corner, the schedule has been disrupted, and he's so worried his hair is turning white.

Now, all other places are taking action, but Fukushima remains completely silent.

Previously, fishing villages were encouraged to set up shrimp farms, but a shrimp plague wiped them all out.

If we don't take some action soon, Fuzhou will drag the whole country down.

"All the itineraries revolve around the port."

"Save on those fancy things if you can," President Huo said frankly.

Some of the foreign investors are of Chinese descent and may have long intended to return and invest.

Building a port is a matter that benefits the country and its people, so they certainly won't be too opposed to it.

"Around the port?" Director Luo pondered for a moment.

He seemed to be making a decision; the previous suggestion to go to the port could be reconsidered.

"Everything is for the purpose of building the port." President Huo knew he was wavering, and raised an eyebrow slightly.