At present, there are about two hundred households in the village vying for the first place, and no one objects to Zhou Huayang's proposal.
"Only an idiot would say no."
"We work all day long, isn't it easy to raise ducks?"
"During this period, I earned more than 3,000 yuan a month just from selling vegetables to Jingyun. Raising ducks is definitely more profitable."
After Zhou Huayang finished speaking, small groups of people either flocked to the village chief or gathered together to chat.
Today is just about making plans and registering.
Later, we have to gather together for a meeting to formulate detailed rules and regulations, as well as specific work arrangements.
Although everyone is having fun now, talking and laughing, when it really starts in the future, it will not necessarily be the case. The more people there are, the more complicated the hearts will be.
Of course, if everyone has common interests, and Zhou Huayang's status is high enough and he has the right to speak, things can definitely be done.
"Contact Yueyue Poultry Farm and ask him to prepare 100,000 ducklings in the next two days."
After leaving the square, Zhou Huayang arranged for Xu Qing to go do something.
"Yes..." Xu Qing hesitated.
Xishan Chicken Farm only has tens of thousands of chickens, which seems to be a large enough number.
These 100,000 animals are not allowed to run all over the mountains and plains. How can the villagers manage them?
At the same time, Xu Qing finally understood why Zhou Huayang specifically emphasized the pollution issue.
There are several families in the village who raise ducks. There are not many of them. A dozen or so ducks are enough to fill an area of more than ten meters with stench.
These one hundred thousand...Xu Qing shivered just thinking about it.
"Brother Zhou, isn't one hundred thousand dollars too much?" he asked hesitantly.
"Probably not." Zhou Huayang shook his head. He did not have confidence in the villagers, but in the Qingdi Curse and the Qingyuan Essence.
"Our chicken farm has tens of thousands of chickens, but isn't it managed in an orderly manner?"
"That's right. The employees of our chicken farm basically just sweep the floor. They are very relaxed. The chickens basically never get sick and there is no smell."
Only then did Xu Qing wake up and suddenly no longer had any doubts.
"By the way, Brother Zhou, the hens in our chicken farm have been ready for slaughter a long time ago. Now they generally weigh four to five kilograms. I heard that the hens around 2.5 kilograms have the best taste and quality.
"If it is too old, it will affect the taste and meat quality."
Xu Qing patted his head. He was busy with things recently and forgot to mention this matter.
"Okay, let's catch thirty of them today and send them to Blue Lake Pavilion to see if Ning Jiao wants them."
Zhou Huayang nodded. He and his family had tasted the old hens from the chicken farm a long time ago. The taste and meat quality were also first-class. When paired with matsutake mushrooms, they tasted great.
Now it is true that some of them can be sold, and the rest can be kept to continue laying eggs.
At present, the chicken farm can produce more than 20,000 eggs every day, which is extremely high-yield, and those local eggs are also very popular online.
In addition to meeting the supply of Blue Lake Xuan, other items will be sold out quickly once they are put on the online store.
On the way back, Zhou Huayang received a call from Chu Shulin.
"Master Zhou, are you free recently? The exhibition is almost over..."
Chu Shulin was cautious, fearing that he would make a mistake and make Zhou Huayang unhappy.
"Rosendall, Hunter and others are anxious to see you." He explained his purpose.
"Oh, let them do it."
Zhou Huayang nodded. Chu Shulin had mentioned this before and he agreed.
“How was the outcome of the exhibition?”
He has been busy with things lately, especially the Tailun Mountain incident. Zhou Huayang didn't even pay attention to the Zhongdu Exhibition.
"Perfect! With your works, artists and estheticians from all over the world, big and small, well-known and unknown, are flocking here these days and are amazed."
"They all think this work is the most outstanding work of art of this century..."
"Okay, okay, no need to say anything else. When will you arrive?"
Zhou Huayang interrupted Chu Shulin.
This respected artistic figure is no less impressive when it comes to flattering others.
"Let's set off now. We'll arrive in the afternoon, but...in addition to Rosendower and Kelky, there are more than a dozen scholars and professors with high status in the art field who also want to come together."
"Well, whatever."
Zhou Huayang didn't care. It was better to meet him together than to bother him one after another.
After lunch, Zhou Huayang didn't go anywhere, waiting for those guests at home.
He probably guessed the purpose of Hunter and others.
"Hmph~" Master, Master's mother hit me.
Fatty Er ran out of the kitchen crying, straightened up, and lay on Zhou Huayang's knees.
"Is this little bastard complaining to you?" Zhao Hexiu poked his head out of the kitchen window and glared at Fatty, "Stay well, if you come in again to cause trouble, I will not only beat you, but also starve you."
"Hmph~" Master, look at her, I just want to help.
Pang Dun'er climbed onto the sofa awkwardly.
Zhou Huayang picked it up and said, "You little stupid pig, if you don't cause trouble, it will be the greatest help."
"Hmph~" Really?
Fatty'er turned his head shyly.
"You little bastard, am I complimenting you? You don't understand good or bad, you deserve to be beaten." This performance made Zhou Huayang's mouth twitch with anger, and he slapped it on the head.
"Huayang, is Huayang at home?" an uncle's voice came from downstairs.
In the yard, three villagers were accompanying a man and a woman, and their attitude was very friendly.
The man is in his fifties, with dark skin and thin skin. He is wearing a gray suit, with his hands behind his back, he raises his head proudly and scans the yard.
It was probably his secretary or assistant, holding a document bag and leaning slightly back.
"The master sculptor you are looking for lives here." One of them introduced.
"He is the best sculptor in our village. I heard that someone spent 200,000 yuan to buy a small round sculpture."
"By the way, he is said to be a master, but he is actually very young. Don't be frightened by his age."
The three villagers are quite proud.
What they were most proud of was bragging about Zhou Huayang's deeds to these outsiders or villagers from other villages.
The three of them talked non-stop.
The middle-aged man showed a hint of impatience, "The house is quite nice, didn't it cost a lot of money?"
All his attention was focused on the house, but he was slightly disdainful of this so-called big shot and genius.
After all, even if he has never met the big shots in the province, he has heard of them.
Zhou Huayang?
Haha, a group of frogs in a well know how high the sky is? A strange little fly that occasionally flies by is enough to shock them and make them brag endlessly.
After all, there is nothing more worth talking about in this small village.
"Okay, no need to talk about his entrepreneurial achievements."
Just when the villagers were about to continue talking about Zhou Huayang and Li He as popular anchors, the female secretary interrupted them.
"Mr. Xu Dafeng, who is in front of you, is one of the top five entrepreneurs in Zhejiang Province and the chairman of Sunshine Group. Last year, he was listed as the 400th richest person in the world by Forbes, ranking 101st in China."
The female secretary is a little arrogant. In front of a billionaire, how qualified is she to brag about entrepreneurship and wealth?
Noticing the confused expressions of the villagers, she smiled coldly, "Forget it, even if I explain, you still won't understand."
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