"Chuxia is still the one who understands me. To be honest, seeing Qin Family Village getting rich with the help of Xiyang, Iâm getting anxious. Speaking of which, Qin Family Village is your in-lawsâ place, but Daqing Mountain Village is your parentsâ home. Weâre the closest..."
As he said this, his eyes suddenly landed on Zhuang Jingshu nearby, and he remembered Lin Chuxiaâs connection to the Lin Family, so he laughed awkwardly.
"No matter what others think, this will always be your parentsâ home, and our Daqing Mountain Village committee will always support you."
"I know," Lin Chuxia said, not minding at all.
Lin Chuxia wanted to keep Sun Family father and son for dinner, but Sun Bingnan declined, saying he wanted to take his father to the city for a look around, and then they had to go back to harvest the yellow peaches.
But Village Chief Sun was no longer in the mood to wander around the city; his heart had already returned to the village.
Muttering and urging Sun Bingnan to hurry home, the peaches on the trees couldnât wait.
Once she sent the two away, Lin Chuxia turned around and saw her daughter pouting and looking at her pitifully. Clearly, the little one was hungry.
She had been so busy talking to the Sun Family father and son earlier.
Qi Qi was usually breastfed by Lin Chuxia. It was only that first day, when the milk hadnât come in, that she had a few formula feeds.
Later, after tasting the sweet breast milk, she refused to drink formula, preferring plain water if she was hungry.
Lin Chuxia quickly took the child and went inside to breastfeed.
Zhuang Jingshu followed behind, chatting, "Later, let Zhuang Yang take a look at domestic fruit canning production lines for you. If thatâs not possible, he can source one abroad. Abroad, there are glass jars, metal cans, and juice production lines, and drinking juice is very popular there."
Lin Chuxia, while nursing her child, thought for a moment, "Letâs stick with domestic production lines for now. Although foreign lines are advanced, they are too costly."
"You donât need to worry about that, dear. Iâve got you," Zhuang Jingshu was reluctant to let Lin Chuxia worry about money.
Lin Chuxia was amused, "Itâs indeed nice to have a wealthy mom. No wonder people scramble to recognize one. But I still plan to use domestic lines."
Lin Chuxia wasnât shy about accepting what Zhuang Jingshu offered. Itâs just, at present, the standard of living of ordinary citizens is limited domestically.
Once imported equipment is used, production line costs and packaging costs will rise, and so will the market price, making such products potentially unsuitable for the domestic market.
"I plan to start with two ordinary production lines, primarily producing canned yellow peaches, followed by canned hawthorns, and apple cans as demand requires. Once Xiyang Foodâs canned products dominate the market, then Iâll consider introducing foreign equipment for high-end products. As of now, I aim to integrate Xiyang Food into ordinary peopleâs daily lives."
Zhuang Jingshu nodded continuously after hearing this, "Your idea is correct."
Just now, she couldnât stand seeing Lin Chuxia calculate money, but from a business perspective, who doesnât consider costs?
Her eyes landed again on little Qi Qi, "This little girl, she sure is picky. Ultimately, sheâll suffer for it. Iâll ask Zhuang Yang to send over some infant formula from abroad so we can see if she can drink it. Otherwise, if you need to go out for something, the little one would go hungry."
That hit exactly what Lin Chuxia had on her mind.
She had just come out of confinement, and everyone was considerate, trying not to bother her.
But with so much under her care, she couldnât stay home watching the child all the time. If she needed to step out for even a short while, the little one would indeed starve.
"Thank you, Mom. You always think ahead."
Zhuang Jingshuâs eyes were full of warmth, "Why be polite with me? Child, you never have to thank me."
.........
At the same time, the Sun Family father and son exited the residential area and rushed toward Daqing Mountain Village.
Sun Bingnan complained while driving the tractor, "Dad, it doesnât take that long to look around. Weâve come all the way to the city, and besides, Iâm starving; we should have at least eaten."
"Eat, eat, eat. All you know is how to eat. Open your mouth facing forward."
"Why open my mouth facing forward?"
"To drink the northwest wind, arenât you hungry? Just drive faster, and the stronger wind will fill you up faster."
Sun Bingnan: "....."
Fine, his dear father was still holding a grudge that he didnât share the peach selling channel with him.
Knowing he was in the wrong, Sun Bingnan refrained from arguing with his old father and drove the tractor rattling back to Daqing Mountain Village.
As soon as they entered the village, they saw a few people from afar, among them someone pushing a bicycle. The bikeâs basket was thinly covered with peach tree branches, and at a glance, it was full of peaches.
There were few households in Daqing Mountain Village who grew fruit trees; only a few had pear and apricot trees before.
Those who grew peach trees were the ones who planted yellow peaches with the Sun Family the other year.
Village Chief Sun recognized the person, it was none other than Old Qian, who had been most enthusiastic in responding to the call to plant yellow peaches and had planted the most in the village.
Old Qian was patient, and his fruit trees were well managed. When the County Forestry Bureau technicians came to their village, they specifically praised Old Qian.
This year, Old Qianâs fruit trees bore a fair amount of fruit. What should have been a joyous occasion became a worrying matter when the peaches couldnât sell.
The people surrounding Old Qian were also known to Village Chief Sun, all were villagers from Daqing Mountain Village.
Especially the man gesticulating boastfully, wasnât he Lin Yongqiang from the second branch of the Lin Family?
"What did I say back then? The village chief indulges his son, willing to spend money on his sonâs whims, thatâs their business. Which family in Daqing Mountain Village can compare with the village chiefâs? Three sons, even if the third one is a spendthrift, arenât there the two elder sons to fall back on? Yet you all didnât believe it."
"Old Qian, I didnât say this back then without reason. Your little bit of money would have been better saved for your sonâs marriage than listening to the village chief. Itâs his fault for dragging others down. Having a son at such a ripe age, with your whole family depending on you alone to work the fields. Itâs not easy to earn money, is it? Just to save face for himself and his son, he involved others financially."
Old Qian sighed, "Thatâs not entirely true. We all agreed to this. The village chief was looking out for everyone."
"Agreed? If his son hadnât brought over two truckloads of peach trees, would you have planted yellow peaches? Why did the village chief announce through the loudspeaker to plant yellow peaches? To get rid of the peach trees his son brought and couldnât sell. Is that looking out for everyone? Itâs for the sake of his son. Look, youâve all worked hard raising these trees for two years, and now youâre selling the fruit. Do they care? If you ask me, donât take those peaches home, take them to the village chiefâs house and make them responsible."