The Old Village Chief looked eagerly at Chen Xuan, adopting a very humble posture. Chen Xuan held his wine glass, remaining silent. He had a sense of what the Old Village Chief was getting at.
Qing Xuan Farm had been thriving more and more. Although Chen Xuan never mentioned how much money he was making, the occasional large trucks coming and going, along with the constant flow of people every day, gave the Old Village Chief a rough idea of Chen Xuan's daily income.
The delicious and nutritious eggs had already become the most popular agricultural product in Jianghe City. The Old Village Chief's intention was simple: he hoped to involve the villagers of Chen Family Village in this success, to help increase everyone's income. In essence, it was a strong alliance between Qing Xuan Farm and Chen Family Village.
Chen Xuan had no thoughts of refusal in his heart; however, he faced his own difficulties. Qing Xuan Farm was a mysterious place. Within the farm, everything—every blade of grass and every tree, as well as the fruits and livestock—was uniquely exceptional. Once one left Qing Xuan Farm, everything gradually became ordinary again. Whether it was fruits or eggs, they could only be cultivated at Qing Xuan Farm. Once removed from its environment, they would ultimately turn into regular products.
Unless, like Nong Wang Ying Tuan, Ye Xiao could cultivate special varieties and then have the villagers of Chen Family Village plant them. This might be the best solution.
Thinking of this, facing the Old Village Chief's dry gaze, Chen Xuan said solemnly, "Old Village Chief, I understand your meaning. I will go back and think about it to see if there are any opportunities for cooperation."
"Good, good! No rush, take your time to think!" The Old Village Chief's eyes crinkled with joy upon hearing Chen Xuan's agreement.
Chen Xuan nodded, but with his mind occupied, the delicious dishes in front of him lost some of their appeal. After exchanging a few more pleasantries with the Old Village Chief, Chen Xuan stood up to leave. The Old Village Chief naturally smiled and accompanied him to the door.
If it weren't for Chen Xuan's persistent refusals, the Old Village Chief would have insisted on seeing him all the way to the village entrance.
After bidding farewell to the Old Village Chief, Chen Xuan walked back to Qing Xuan Farm, his brow furrowed as he pondered what projects could lead the villagers of Chen Family Village to prosperity.
To achieve wealth, the best approach is certainly to adapt to local conditions. The mountains in front and behind Chen Family Village are known in Changfeng County for having a large population but limited land.
After thinking for a long time, Chen Xuan couldn't identify any unique aspects of Chen Family Village. Just as he was deep in thought, he suddenly spotted the long-lost Chen Dayong approaching with two Tian Yu in hand. Upon seeing Chen Xuan, Chen Dayong's eyes lit up, and he laughed heartily:
"Xiao Chen! It's been a while since I last saw you! Just in time, I've got two Tian Yu; come over to my place tonight for a drink!"
"No thanks, I've already eaten," Chen Xuan declined.
His gaze inadvertently flicked over the Tian Yu in Chen Dayong's hands, and his expression froze for a moment. The so-called Tian Yu is a variant of Carp, predominantly bright red all over, with extremely tender and delicious flesh. It is a very popular fish in the Jianghe City area.
Many residents of Jianghe City would buy two Tian Yu during major festivals to prepare a delicious dish. At this moment, looking at the Tian Yu, Chen Xuan had a sudden flash of inspiration and thought of a great project.
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