Zhao Youcai couldn't help but sigh and reached out to rub his slightly sore back, which had been bent over for too long.

This once again confirms my previous idea: not only are chickens unserious, but even ducks and geese are not serious.

After collecting four whole baskets of eggs, the whole family was exhausted and Zhao Youcai didn't even bother to make up an excuse anymore.

What can he say? This thing simply can't be explained scientifically.

After the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was forbidden for spirits to become sentient. Confucius said, "Do not speak of strange phenomena, physical prowess, disorder, or spirits." Anyone who dared to spout nonsense was considered to be spreading feudal superstition and would be chained up with iron chains and wooden planks around their necks and paraded through the streets like a rice dumpling.

"Don't tell anyone about our family situation, including our two younger children who are still in school."

Children are innocent and don't know how to keep their mouths shut; they might accidentally let something slip.

The adults in the Zhao family all understood the seriousness of the matter and nodded in agreement.

"You have to be careful when making instant noodles, and make sure there are no problems. I have to go to the farm tomorrow, so fourth brother's wife should come with me."

After all, she was a master of arithmetic, and Zhao Youcai felt that her accounting skills were much better than his own.

Tomorrow's tasks include settling the farm's bad accounts. Zhao Youcai, who hates tedious and troublesome matters, puts this heavy burden on his fourth son's wife without any psychological pressure.

Seeing the anxious look on Zhao Jianshe's face, Zhao Youcai chuckled.

"I know you love your wife dearly, so you should come along too."

After all, there's an old saying that you can't announce a pregnancy before three months. It's one thing for Zhao Youcai to realize it, but it's another for the children not to want to tell anyone right now.

Moreover, there are many pregnant women working in this village, and no one knows how many children were born in the fields.

Tomorrow I'll just be sitting in the office checking accounts, so it shouldn't be too tiring.

After thinking it over, Zhao Youcai decided to go to the farm tomorrow, take a look around, and then go to the supply and marketing cooperative to see if they had any milk powder or something to supplement his daughter-in-law's diet in advance.

After all, she has suffered so much over the years, and her body is inevitably weakened. Current medical standards are too outdated; a high-priced cesarean section is only performed in cases of difficult childbirth.

The fourth brother secretly breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged a glance with his wife, and smiled broadly.

...

early morning.

Zhao Youcai, along with Lao Si and his wife, and several policemen, headed straight for the finance office of the breeding farm.

The main reason for calling the police is to act as witnesses and prevent any subsequent problems from escalating into endless disputes.

The police officers who came had a good relationship with Zhao Youcai. After all, they had bought fabrics from Zhao Youcai's family before, and they had even eaten instant noodles a few times thanks to Captain Qi.

The police officers were quite relaxed; it didn't matter where they were. This business trip was incredibly comfortable—no sun exposure, no rain.

Zhao Youcai not only brought out his own tea leaves to brew for them to drink, but also qingtuan, which has been selling very well in town recently.

The qingtuan (a type of glutinous rice dumpling) would sell out within half an hour of the supply and marketing cooperative opening every morning. So much so that every morning people would wait outside the cooperative for the salesperson to open the doors.

The police only asked the supply and marketing cooperative where they got their goods because their family liked to eat them. When they learned that it was another new concoction invented by Zhao Youcai's family, they were not surprised at all, but rather thought it was only natural.

As a result, Zhao Youcai's family would occasionally receive a large order for qingtuan (a type of glutinous rice dumpling). When his fourth wife kept the accounts, she would note that it was a group purchase of qingtuan by the Public Security Bureau, and the order was for a certain number of kilograms.

Knowing they liked this, Zhao Youcai had instructed his eldest and second sons' wives last night to prepare extra for their guests.

Not only that, because Zhao Youcai hadn't eaten Want Want Little Buns in a long time, and there happened to be a lot of milk in the warehouse, he directly told his daughter-in-law about the taste and asked her to research it in reverse.

To be honest, the eldest son's wife is really skillful; she actually managed to make it work.

Zhao Youcai quickly made a decision to rename it "Lucky Little Steamed Bun".

However, it hasn't officially started selling yet, and there's no time to discuss cooperation with the supply and marketing cooperative.

The police officers were very excited to be offered samples of new products right away.

The policeman, whose son was only three months old, was so excited that his face turned red.

These fragrant little steamed buns will be perfect for my son to eat in a few months.

He was happily looking up, intending to buy more to share with his family, when he saw Zhao Youcai's busy figure.

Never mind, let's talk about it later, so as not to delay their important business.

When Zhao Youcai finally had a few minutes to rest, the police rushed over immediately.

When Zhao Youcai learned of this, he shook his head slightly.

The policeman's hopeful gaze gradually dimmed, but before he could completely lose heart, Zhao Youcai's next words gave him new hope.

“Your child is too young, and this little steamed bun is too small. What if it gets stuck in their throat? I’ll try to turn this into a teething stick so they can chew on it for a long time without getting it stuck in their throat.”

The policeman nodded immediately, his whole body trembling with excitement.

Zhao Youcai never expected that just because he had a craving for food, he would find another way to make money.

After all, he's not the only family in town who can afford to buy snacks for their kids to chew on. If he really manages to make teething sticks, they'll probably sell even faster than green rice dumplings.

The eldest daughter-in-law, who was busy at home and sweating profusely, could never have imagined the joyful yet painful news that Zhao Youcai would bring her when he returned.

Happiness comes from making money, but pain comes from being increasingly busy every day, with no time left to make clothes.

Everyone in the Zhao family was busier than a donkey pulling a millstone; even the two elementary school children had to help pick beans on weekends.

There's no way around it, we don't have enough manpower!

Just as Zhao Youcai was clearing up the mess at the farm and relaxing, he started thinking about the manpower problem.

The production team couldn't spare any extra labor, and Zhao Youcai didn't dare use the workers the farm used to employ.

After all, with a scoundrel like Director Zhu around, what good people could work in this factory for so long and have such big faces and thick necks?

Ugh, this is so annoying! Where am I supposed to find someone?

"Dad, you should come home quickly. People from the military region have come and specifically asked to see you."

Zhao Jianhua rushed in, covered in sweat, clearly exhausted from pedaling his bicycle all the way.

Zhao Youcai realized that he hadn't seen anyone from the military region in a long time, and he had already made two deals in the instant noodle business.

The problem likely lies elsewhere, not with the order itself.

Zhao Youcai didn't waste any time; he grabbed his coat and rushed outside. Seeing that Lao Si and his wife were starting to look lost again, he quickly tried to comfort them.

"You two are the most meticulous. Take a close look around the farm and write down any problems you see. We'll talk about it when I get back."