Chapter 1414: Blockhead Brain

Gu Zhihao led all the villagers to see the leaders off, and the Old Village Chief stamped his feet: "Oh, you are too honest. You just sent them off like that? You didn't even keep the leaders for a meal?"

"Ah? We still need to have a meal?"

It wasn't that he couldn't afford this meal; he truly hadn't thought of it.

"You really are a blockhead. You can't even think of such basic social graces?"

The Old Village Chief was so angry he stamped his feet, but after only two stamps, he was pushed aside by the villagers swarming forward.

"Village Chief, is what you said true?"

"When do we start?"

"Do I need to call my three boys back from outside right now?"

There were many questions, and Gu Zhihao couldn't answer so many people's questions with just one mouth.

He told everyone to ask one by one, not all at once; his head was buzzing from the noise, and he couldn't make out a thing.

Only then did the people realize they were too impatient, and at the same time, the honest and reliable Gu Zhihao had returned; the person who had displayed such an imposing aura on the stage just now seemed like a different man.

This wasn't important; what was important was that the words he said on the podium had touched their hearts. As long as it could be realized, it would be a godsend.

"Me, I'll go first!"

The chubby Aunt Gu pushed forward, her bucket-like waist bumping others aside with a light nudge to the left and right.

She arrived in front of Gu Zhihao: "Big nephew, you said you could make it easier for us to earn money than the children earn outside. Is that true?" Her husband also had the surname Gu, so she had always addressed Gu Zhihao as a member of the same clan.

"It is true, absolutely certain."

"Alright, I believe you! Then how many pigs do I need to raise to achieve that?"

"Hahahaha..."

A burst of laughter erupted.

People teased her one after another: "Old Mrs. Gu, hurry home and slaughter those two precious pigs of yours to eat. From now on, the Village Chief will lead us to make a fortune; we won't be raising pigs anymore."

"Exactly, it's just right to slaughter the pigs for everyone to have a good meal; consider it your contribution to the village..."

"Pah! In your dreams! Even if I slaughter my pigs, I'll wait for my son to come back to eat them; I won't give them to you!"

The villagers joked and laughed; slaughtering the pigs was a joke, but it was clear everyone felt that pigs would no longer need to be raised.

Gu Zhihao told Old Mrs. Gu clearly: "Auntie, go back and feed your pigs. In the future, you'll need to raise about a thousand; that will be enough to keep you busy."

"What if they can't be sold?"

"Can't be sold? If they can't be sold, drive them all to my house. I'll buy them at twice the market price."

"Good, that's what you said, right? Everyone heard it; our Village Chief promised to let me raise a thousand pigs..." Old Mrs. Gu went back, feeling very pleased.

A thousand pigs?

And at twice the market price? Such an attraction made everyone excited.

"Village Chief, I'll raise pigs too!"

"I'll raise them too. Is it really twice the market price for everyone?"

"And my family..."

The villagers forgot their previous questions; now they all swarmed forward, wanting to raise pigs. Gu Zhihao felt his head spinning, and he couldn't handle it again.

At this moment, Shi Yuke stepped forward and said loudly to the villagers: "Everyone, don't be anxious. When you went to see the leaders off just now, the Village Chief had me post a detailed method for getting rich on the bulletin board. Everyone doesn't have to raise pigs; everyone has work to do and money to earn."

"As long as everyone pulls together and puts their backs into it, everyone will be rolling in wealth!"

These two sentences from Shi Yuke were very down-to-earth and effective, so the villagers swarmed toward the Village Committee office again.

Gu Zhihao wiped the sweat from his forehead, gave his wife a thumbs-up, and said with admiration: "Wife, you're still the best. You resolved the situation for me in two sentences. By the way, what did you post at the Village Committee? I didn't ask you to post anything."

"Let's go, let's go home."

Shi Yuke took her husband's arm and walked quickly toward home.

After arriving home and bolting the courtyard gate, she said: "The thing I posted is this. Take a look."

She pointed to the wall. Good heavens, there was a huge piece of red paper posted on the wall, with beautiful calligraphy on it, turning the ideas he had been brewing in the Study for the past few days into black characters on a red background, leaping off the paper.

It was more concrete, more detailed, and more feasible!

"Wife, you are so good."

He happily hugged his wife and kissed her, not caring that the house door was open and it was full of people inside.

Shi Yuke blushed and pushed him away: "We're an old married couple, what are you doing? Don't be like this; people will laugh."

"The person who helped you wasn't me; it was all your sister and brother-in-law's idea, and Uncle helped write it."

The words on the red paper were drafted by Sheng Hanyu, written by Sheng Jiang, the ideas were from Shi Youxuan, and Shi Yuke came forward; it was a joint effort by everyone!

Gu Zhihao became the Village Chief as he wished and personally cooked two sumptuous meals to celebrate. He got drunk again during the banquet.

After getting drunk, he held Sheng Hanyu's hand, weeping bitterly and expressing his deep gratitude: "Brother-in-law, you really are my benefactor. For the first time in half a lifetime, I feel so proud and have brought honor to my ancestors..."

He was drunk and didn't even know when his sister's family had left.

Sheng Family.

Sheng Hanyu returned home, but before he could even enter the house, he was called away by people from the company.

Class Twelve had become famous in one battle; the customized study plans and workbooks that helped the children achieve high scores were indispensable.

And these had already been trademarked and patented by Dingsheng, and had been put into production as soon as the College Entrance Examination results came out!

The workers were working overtime, printing twenty-four hours a day, yet supply still couldn't meet demand.

And Sheng Hanyu was urgently called back to the company because educational professionals from abroad had seen the news and came to Dingsheng by reputation to seek cooperation.

The meeting lasted until very late, and it was already the middle of the night when he returned home.

The light was on in the bedroom. Seeing the light, most of the fatigue on his body disappeared, but he felt even more heartache.

It had been like this for many years; every time he worked overtime and came home late, his wife would leave a light on waiting for him to return.

He gently pushed open the bedroom door—and got a shock!

There wasn't just one person in the room; Zichen and Litian were both there, and the mother and her two sons were playing Fight the Landlord.

"You're back?"

Seeing her husband, Shi Youxuan handed him a glass of hot milk.

His work was busy and his diet was often irregular, so every time he arrived home in the middle of the night, his wife would prepare a glass of hot milk for him to help him sleep.

"It's already the middle of the night, why haven't you two gone back to sleep yet?"

He took the milk and drank it in one gulp, then displeasedly scolded his two sons: "You're both such big young men, yet you don't know how to be considerate; your mother is busy all day long and it's very tiring, and she still has to stay up at night playing cards with you?"

The sons dared not make a sound, and his wife corrected him: "You're scolding the wrong people; it was I who wouldn't let them sleep, and dragged them along to play Fight the Landlord with me."

Sheng Hanyu:...

Fine, since it was his wife who organized it, then there was no need to scold; whatever his wife said was right, and whatever she did was right.

"Go back to sleep."

Zichen said: "Dad, we have something we need to discuss with you."

Sheng Hanyu:...

He was surprised once again.

Waiting for him in the middle of the night, just to discuss something?

"Can't whatever it is be said tomorrow? Does it have to be said right now?"

"You go to work early tomorrow, how would we have time to talk to you then?"

Zichen talked back, but he didn't get angry; that's right, his son was correct, during the day... he really didn't have time to spend with the children.