Feng Chungu then asked, "So, your business is doing very well?"

Feng Haidong smiled and said, "I wouldn't say it's great, but business is definitely getting better every day."

Feng Chungu said, "Since business is good, you should focus on doing well and not rush to do other things."

Feng Haidong understood what his father meant when he heard him say that.

"Dad, times have changed. We can't just bury ourselves in work. We also need to pay attention to market trends, seize opportunities, and take the lead. Otherwise, we will soon fall behind."

Before his father could speak, Feng Haidong said, "Right now, I'm the only one making crayfish because the village provides me with enough stock, and the quality of the crayfish is better than what's in the market."

But as long as my business continues to thrive, it won't be long before imitators appear.

If one company follows the trend of selling crayfish, many others will appear. So I can't just sit and wait for others to copy me and start doing it; I need to get ahead of them and grow bigger.”

After hearing his son's words, Feng Chungu looked at his son with some surprise.

After a long silence, the old father said to Feng Haidong, "It seems you've already figured out what to do? Then go for it. In the future, you can lead the villagers to make money together. Remember to repair the roads in the village."

Feng Haidong immediately agreed: "Dad, don't worry, I will definitely repair the roads in the village properly in the future, and rebuild the houses for everyone."

The father and son were enjoying the moon in the courtyard, and Feng Haidong's mother smiled with satisfaction at the sight.

After Feng Haidong refilled his father's cup with water for the third time, his son suddenly ran out of the house, holding a full-page article in his hand, his little face full of excitement.

"Dad, please take a look at my essay. How is it?"