"I've never seen a father as indifferent to his son as you! Your son is living such a miserable life, and you still embarrass him like this in front of others. Do you think it's something to be proud of?"
Zhao Youcai sneered upon hearing this.
"What? You feel wronged? Then go report it to the police and have your father arrested and thrown in jail."
Zhao Youcai turned around and went back into the courtyard, leaving Zhao Jianfei alone, bewildered in the wind.
As for the villagers who had come to watch the spectacle, they had all disappeared after Zhao Youcai had come out and surveyed the area.
They would be devastated if they lost a profitable business because they were just watching the excitement.
After all, the team leader made it very clear that the deal was signed between the farm and Zhao Youcai personally. It was just that Zhao Youcai was kind-hearted and brought the whole Zhao Family Village along.
If the villagers don't know how to appreciate kindness, Zhao Youcai can easily bring along people from neighboring villages who do.
Li Dafu's mother was finally released from the police station. The whole family slunk away at home, not daring to utter a sound or even leave the house.
Over the years, their family has offended quite a few people. Compared to Zhao Youcai before he became successful, the two families' bad reputations in Zhaojiagou are about equal.
Now the entire Zhao Family Village is getting rich thanks to Zhao Youcai, and Li Dafu's family's reputation is even worse.
Zhao Youcai no longer cares about what the villagers think of him, and he doesn't even take those hurtful words to heart.
As for how his youngest son will live after returning to town, that's not something he should worry about.
The original owner had already died of anger. Zhao Jianfei, that ungrateful wretch, wasn't even her biological son; he was just a son she picked up from the original owner.
I got five sons for free, so it doesn't matter if I lose one troublesome one.
Zhao Youcai has more important things to do now.
After feeding the pigs, he instructed his eldest son to fetch some wood, and then had his second son build a stove.
Zhao Youcai set up an iron pot, poured in some newly bought seasonings, mixed it with chopped pieces of freshly slaughtered beef from the ranch, and stirred it with a clean wooden stick.
Soon, the alleys near Zhao Youcai's house were filled with the rich aroma of meat.
Zhao Youcai was researching instant noodle seasoning, but he had no idea that his actions were making countless children in the village drool with envy.
Seeing his sons staring at the pot in front of him with shining eyes, not even offering to lend a hand, Zhao Youcai felt an itch to bite them.
I've been raising these brats for so long, how come they're still so clueless?
They casually tossed several large bags to them and gave each of them a pestle for pounding medicine.
"Crush all of this stuff in your hands into powder. If you don't finish, none of you will eat dinner tonight!"
None of them complained. They sat around Zhao Youcai and worked incredibly hard.
They're all kids born and raised in the countryside; they know what these things are for.
Dad is making seasonings to go with the big pot of meat broth. These ingredients will definitely taste delicious when added.
The women who were wrapping zongzi in the kitchen also came out because of the aroma, but Zhao Youcai gave the order right away.
"I still have some flour in my room. Go and bring a small bag into the kitchen to make noodles."
Zhao Youcai actually preferred to make instant noodles directly from his warehouse, but upon closer inspection, it was still a bit risky.
This thing really doesn't belong here at this time of year; it'll give itself away if we're not careful. So we need to get the whole family involved.
Step by step, they developed hand-pulled noodles into instant noodles, then let the villagers try them, and then talked to the village head about building a factory in the village.
During this period, the whole family cannot be idle. At the very least, they must let the villagers see that this instant noodle was invented by Zhao Youcai's family with all their wisdom.
It wasn't achieved by clinging to someone else's coattails.
Only in this way can those people shut their mouths completely and dare not say anything nonsense.
To avoid the villagers gossiping and causing trouble for me, and to prevent others from influencing me because of their words.
Although Zhao Youcai felt that he now had the power to do whatever he wanted in the village, who could guarantee that a commune chief who could control the brigade leader wouldn't be parachuted down from above?
What if the new leader sees that there's something to profit from Zhao Youcai's business and tries to blackmail Zhao Youcai and his family to siphon off their hard-earned money? That's why he has to keep a low profile now.
Just then, Da Mao from next door crept up to the top of the wall, cautiously peeking this way. He couldn't stop drooling, swallowing several times.
Zhao Youcai caught a glimpse of it out of the corner of his eye but pretended not to see it, though he couldn't help but want to laugh inside.
This Da Mao is really fun; he's a sensible child. I'll make some noodles later and have my son take a small bowl to the neighbors so they can try some.
Zhao Youcai didn't forget to shout towards the kitchen, telling them to wash the cabbage and carrots, chop them into cubes, blanch them, and let them dry for a while.
Actually, Zhao Youcai would have preferred to use dehydrated vegetables, but unfortunately, he hadn't prepared any in advance.
We'll have to make do with this for now. We'll dry the leftovers and use them next time.
The whole family was busy working in the fields, weeding. People carrying hoes who passed by Zhao Youcai's house on their way home for dinner were drooling with envy.
These days are simply unbearable!
We are all human beings, with two eyes, a nose, and a mouth.
Lately, the aroma of meat has been wafting from Zhao Youcai's house from time to time, and I don't know what delicious food he made today, but the smell is even stronger!
Some people who usually enjoy a little drink will have their stomachs rumble at the smell of this.
The captain was suffering.
They're all from the same village, and even though his family is the best off in the whole village, he doesn't dare to flaunt it like that.
I thought Zhao Youcai had finally seen the light after being spurred on by his college-student son and was doing better than before. Why is he spending even more lavishly now that he's made money?
If you eat and drink like this every day, how can you possibly save any money you earn?
With the third son getting married soon, and the house needing renovations, and several grandchildren already, how come they're still so disorganized in managing their lives?
Whether as the village head or as Zhao Youcai's cousin who shared the same grandfather, the village head felt he had to teach his increasingly outrageous cousin a lesson.
Hearing the door being knocked on again, Zhao Youcai raised an eyebrow.
It can't be that arrogant, shameless son who's back again, can it?
Zhao Youcai was too lazy to move, so he casually glanced at the third brother who had just finished grinding the seasonings.
Zhao Jianhua exclaimed "Hey!" and darted to the door in a few steps.
He didn't rush to open the door, but instead peeked through the crack to see who was standing outside.
Zhao Jianhua was somewhat surprised to see that only the brigade leader was outside.
His serious expression vanished, replaced by a bright and genuine smile.
"Captain, what brings you to my house?"
The captain used to dislike Zhao Jianhua, who was unreliable, but now he found him much more agreeable and pointed towards Zhao Youcai, who was guarding the big pot.
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