"Who was responsible for sealing this box of spicy snacks? The whole box is leaking air."
Several people stepped forward to take a look, and then moved the large cardboard box away.
A note was clearly visible stuck to the bottom of the box, with several large characters written on it—
The most handsome boy in the Zhao family.
Zhao Youcai was full of questions. He just wanted to know who was so shameless.
"Perhaps the child is too weak, and he had some difficulty pressing down on the sealing machine."
Zhao Youcai was stunned. So this "most handsome boy in the Zhao family" was his precious grandson?
That's alright then.
However, this machine is indeed bulky, and the women in the family would probably have numb arms after pressing it for a few minutes.
If you were to seal the mouth of such a small child, you'd probably have to hang their entire weight on it.
Just imagining that scene sent chills down Zhao Youcai's spine.
"Nonsense! What if such a small child gets hit by a machine?"
Thinking about the deals I made at the Thousand Harvest Festival, so many spicy strips needed to be sealed, and this bulky, broken machine couldn't do it.
It's time to look into sealing machines, preferably the small, handheld kind.
Thinking back to my days in the college dorm before I traveled back in time, my only roommate who was in a relationship got a sealing machine from his girlfriend to seal potato chip bags, and it was really useful.
It's such a big thing like a stapler, you can just press it down and push it through.
Even if the bag is filled with water, it won't leak out; it's incredibly convenient and easy to use.
Zhao Youcai felt exhausted. Was this the trouble that came with being too famous?
I should have known better than to put in so much effort at the Thousand Ears Festival; it was just asking for trouble.
At such an advanced age, instead of just lying down and enjoying retirement, he still has to make small inventions. Life is truly unpredictable, like a large intestine wrapped around a small intestine.
"By the way, let's make some braised pork intestines today. I suddenly have a craving for it."
Following the plan Zhao Youcai had made before leaving, the farm thoroughly disinfected and sterilized several times before raising several more kinds of animals.
As long as there is no major epidemic, the sale of this batch of animals from Zhao Youcai's farm will be enough to support the entire town's residents for a good New Year.
"Dad, we've been so busy with spicy snacks lately that we haven't been to the backyard to collect eggs in ages. I couldn't sleep last night, so I took a quick trip to the chicken coop, and guess what?"
Zhao Youcai raised an eyebrow, suddenly having a bad feeling.
"All the eggs have cracked, and the chicks are growing so strong. Just look at their chubby little legs and their powerful, agile claws, and you know they'll definitely grow big."
Zhao Youcai hurriedly left the small storeroom and headed straight for the chicken coop in the backyard.
In the past, when Zhao Youcai saw those little chicks bowing their heads and clattering as they showed off their food, he only felt a flash of light before his eyes.
After roughly counting, Zhao Youcai didn't want to say a single word.
Other people who raise chickens are lucky if they can collect enough eggs every day, since chickens also need rest days to lay eggs.
Their chickens not only exceed their daily egg-laying quota, but they also hatch chicks several times faster than normal chickens.
Look, there were originally only a dozen chickens, but now there are more than a hundred!
"Have you reported this matter to the village chief?"
The eldest daughter-in-law waved her hand hastily, and then casually tossed several handfuls of unhulled millet into the chicken coop.
"How could we? If word got out, they'd take all our chickens away for research. What if they started thinking we were monsters? These days, the campaign to destroy the Four Olds is so intense, we don't want to cause trouble. Anyway, we have a farm, we can just send them there when they get bigger."
Zhao Youcai: ...You really are a genius, you can come up with all sorts of ideas.
The problem is, how did he explain the origins of his chickens? Does he think the epidemic prevention station is a pushover?
The number of vaccines given to the chickens and the vaccination stamps they have are all kept secret!
Unless Zhao Youcai eats it secretly at home, or shares it with close relatives and friends, there's no way you can fool them.
The thought of eating chicken every day from now on made Zhao Youcai's head spin.
Fortunately, there were no outsiders around, otherwise I would have been so angry that I would have started cursing.
While other families are still trying to stay alive, Zhao Youcai's family is already getting tired of eating chicken every day. Are there really people that annoying?
Zhao Youcai suddenly came up with another good idea.
Pork can be used to make sausages, pig's blood can be used to make blood sausages, and chicken can certainly be used to make chicken sausages.
Instant noodles, chicken sausages, and spicy strips—the three musketeers of convenient fast food are all here!
Ultimately, the amount of chicken and starch used will be entirely up to the factory manager.
Great! Finally, I don't have to suffer the agony of figuring out how to escape the fate of eating chicken every day anymore.
Beijing City.
The phone rang suddenly in an office of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Upon learning that Zhao Youcai, who had been out of contact for nearly half a month, had finally arrived home safely, the person at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs who answered the phone breathed a huge sigh of relief.
"I understand. I have some things to do, which will take about a week. I will bring some people to your place and we will go to Zhao Youcai's house together."
The vice mayor was stunned after hanging up the phone; he really hadn't expected the people in Beijing to be in such a hurry.
I was originally thinking of asking my superiors for more money, since there are so many places in the city that need money.
Not only did they not get a single penny, but they also attracted people from Beijing.
The deputy mayor suddenly regretted making that call. "What do you mean, 'no money' for food, drink, lodging, and transportation for that group of people?"
But now that things have come to this, what other options do he have besides trying to save some money for these people?
I just hope that the people from Beijing won't come empty-handed and will spend fewer days at Zhao Youcai's place.
Zhao Youcai spent three full days developing a portable sealing device.
I made a special trip to the steel plant to get a lot of scrap materials and made more than twenty sealing devices.
I also visited a cardboard box factory to share my previous knowledge of materials science, hoping they could produce biodegradable plastics soon.
Although plastic is already available on the market, it is all non-recyclable waste and will pollute the environment in the future.
Environmental protection is everyone's responsibility. Since we're going to research materials, let's get it right the first time.
The postman at the post office is so busy running around Zhao Jiagou these past few days he's practically sick of it. Zhao Youcai is really in demand; he gets at least eight hundred people looking for him every day!
Zhao Youcai glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall and calculated the days; it was indeed time to set off.
If I don't go to those factories soon, I might lose my job with little work but high pay.
"Hello, is Comrade Zhao Youcai at home?"
The people from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in Beijing finally met up with the vice mayor and arrived at Zhao Youcai's doorstep without wasting a second.
Unfortunately, Zhao Youcai had already left and was probably on the train to Heilongjiang Province by now.
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