My 1995 Small Farm.

Chen Ling isn't just having a fit of teenage angst.

Instead, he now has a son and a daughter, a wife and children, a warm bed, a virtuous wife, and a harmonious family.

They don't lack money.

With braised beef noodles, he can make money without even lying down.

He can't keep having fun all the time.

We have to do something meaningful.

This era was before the commercial order of later generations was established.

It was a good era when everything was not yet saturated, not yet defined, and not yet established.

For Chen Ling, it was almost like a blank sheet of paper that he could draw on at will.

Then he naturally wants to do something meaningful.

When ordinary people try to find the meaning of life, they often run into obstacles and waste half their lives. It would be better for them to make money steadily and live a peaceful life.

But Chen Ling is not an ordinary person in a certain sense.

He wanted to do something he could so as not to leave any regrets.

I don't want to have such a magical treasure as the Sun and Moon Cave, and then use it like a piece of trash in the shallowest layer.

He didn't break the law; he wanted to do something within the rules.

“Those unspoken rules have to be broken eventually; they can’t stay this dirty forever, can they?”

This is what he really thinks.

"Based on facts, the strong set the rules not by bragging or shouting slogans, but by using my advantages and absolute quality to set the benchmark."

Use good money to drive out bad money, and use good money to regulate the market.

In modern terms, it means focusing on quality, service, and various advanced business concepts.

What I want to do is to extract the essence and discard the dross from the advanced business experience of later generations.

"Breeding superior dog breeds, such as Chinese honeybees and yellow beef, takes too long, at least three years. During that time, I can do so many other things."

With Yue Min Ge providing the stage, isn't it easy for me to teach him opera from behind the scenes?

Chen Ling felt completely calm.

He usually feels calm, resolute, and hopeful when he's thinking about writing stories.

So he simply took out the manuscript paper and wrote down all his thoughts.

Use it as a memo.

After finishing writing it, I casually tossed it into the Sun and Moon Cave Heaven and kept it there, because I couldn't let others see it casually.

Memorandum complete.

Taking advantage of her good mood, Chen Ling took out another notebook and wrote furiously for two hours straight.

I wrote a little over sixteen pages.

It's probably over ten thousand words.

“Great, he can probably write another 30,000 to 50,000 words and the book will be published.”

Children's books don't need to be too long.

Children enjoy reading short stories.

It features a light and concise writing style and vivid and interesting stories.

This happens around Chen Ling every day, so there's no need to elaborate.

Today Rui Rui is the main character, tomorrow it's Xiao Li Zi, and backstage it's Liu Ni Er.

Various perspective switching.

It couldn't be easier to write it.

"Alright, Fugui, I told you, you're a good writer. Start with children's books, and write more and more to hone your writing skills."

I'll teach you how to write something serious.

"Let's aim higher and join the Writers' Association." It was after dinner, and a group of women were gathered around Du Juan and her son's bed, looking after the child while discussing Qin Qiumei's situation heatedly and expressing their indignation on her behalf.

Zhao Yubao and Old Zhong strolled leisurely to Chen Ling's study to look through his newly completed manuscript.

"Is joining the Writers' Association such a big deal? I've noticed that Fugui's personality is a bit like Wang Shixiang's. He's an expert in all sorts of entertainment, and he can even make a name for himself in them."

In the future, besides learning some writing from Lao Zhao, you can also practice calligraphy and learn painting with me.

When things have progressed to a certain point, I'll take him to meet Old Master Wang.

They would definitely love it.

Old Zhong, holding his teacup, said with a smile.

"Don't flatter me like that. Who is Wang Shixiang? Don't show off my little tricks to him."

Chen Ling quickly shook his head; he still didn't like to approach people, especially celebrities.

Actually, if Zhao Yubao and Old Man Zhong's temperaments hadn't been so compatible with his, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to contact them; at most, he would have met them once or twice without developing a deep relationship.

“Hey, speaking of Wang Shixiang, Fugui, aren’t you going to be filming a TV series with that drama master Jiao Huang after the New Year? He’s also from Beijing.”

Zhao Yubao remembered something.

"Yes, I've admired this senior for a long time."

Chen Ling nodded. This veteran actor's acting skills had reached a state of perfection, and he truly admired him.

“This person is very cultured and capable. You can chat with him and see if you can get along. If you are compatible, bring him over to get to know him, and then we can discuss and rehearse my new work together.”

Zhao Yubao seemed very interested.

"Oh? Okay then."

Chen Ling was also starting to look forward to it.

"Old Zhao, don't be in such a hurry. What did we discuss before? Wasn't it that we'd have Fugui find a university to attend in the second half of the year? With so many things arranged for you, how can he manage?"

There are two little kids in the family.

"Once they grow up, with Rui Rui too, there will be three little devils. How can we possibly manage them all?"

Old Zhong reminded him in time.

"Oh, it's no big deal. The cuckoo's babies will grow up soon. Whether we graze one sheep or a whole flock, it's all the same. Let's just watch them together."

Rui Rui's grandparents are here too, what's there to be afraid of!

Zhao Yubao waved his hand, indicating that it was no big deal.

“That’s how my son Dahai grew up. Sometimes when his mother was busy and not home, I would hold him on my lap while I was writing, and I would play with him while I wrote.”

Many times he tore my manuscript paper to shreds and drooled over it.

I dried them all again, put them back together, and then copied them all over again myself...

You said it was very hard and tedious back then?

I don't think so. I'm enjoying it, okay?

"Okay, okay, you're amazing. I'm not as good at taking care of the kid as you are, alright?"

Professor Zhong was convinced and then asked Chen Ling, "Fugui, the eastern forest farm can start construction tomorrow. Juying and Jujie from the village have found more than ten people just in Chenwangzhuang and Jinmen Village."

You drove out earlier, and they didn't come looking for you. They asked me to tell you to come to the farm tomorrow.

"What? They're coming to report to me again? Why are they even more anxious than me?"

Chen Ling was stunned. These days, the pace of life is slow, let alone in the village.

There's no such thing as a firecracker that goes off immediately once the fuse is lit.

"Oh dear, they're all people who have nothing to do. Either they have a family funeral and can't visit relatives, or they're either young bachelors or old bachelors, or they're just waiting to get married."

They all want to earn more money as soon as possible.

"Your offer is great—food and drinks included, high pay—who wouldn't want to do it?"

Professor Zhong shrugged, indicating that this was all normal; if it weren't only the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, there would have been even more people applying.

In his own village alone, he immediately filled all the positions.

"Alright, alright, let's get started as soon as possible. Anyway, we don't have any relatives to visit during the Chinese New Year, so we're just sitting around doing nothing."

Chen Ling nodded, thinking to himself, "This is a good opportunity to gradually instill some new ideas in Liang Yuemin while we're working on the project." (End of Chapter)