Stepmother Reborn: Dad, my mom hasn't hit me for three days

Li Jianxin was so excited that all the children in Zhang Xiuhua's family, except Jidong and Jilin, ran out to watch the fun.

Jidong was thinking about a math problem and Jilin was too lazy to move.

Youcai finished watching the fun and ran back to laugh, "Too funny. Why is Uncle Jianxin acting like an idiot?"

Baolin took a sweet potato and put it on the stove to roast. "The twins are so funny. Especially Ruirui who won't suffer any loss."

The children chattered about the twins.

Zhang Xiuhua asked Youcai, "You will take the high school entrance exam next year. Do you want to find an educated youth to tutor you?"

At that time, the system was 5-2-2, and junior high school only lasted two years. Zhang Xiuhua was worried that her talented grades would not allow her to get into a good high school, so she wanted to spend some money to make up for it.

Youcai's scalp exploded when he heard this, "Forget it! It's a waste of money. I want to be a chef, so I can go to a vocational college. I don't need to go to high school."

"What do you know? There are undergraduate programs in culinary arts. Maybe you can intern at a state-owned hotel in the future. Your starting point will be higher than others." Zhang Xiuhua persuaded him patiently.

Youcai was a little tempted and was about to agree, but then he thought, "These educated youths are left behind because their grades are not very good. Our teachers are very good. If I don't know something, I can ask them."

Zhang Xiuhua thought that she couldn't ask the teacher for help in vain, so she planned to go to the teacher's home during the Chinese New Year to give gifts and ask them to take care of Youcai. At that time, it was not as strict as in later times, and teachers could give students extra lessons.

After Baolin finished roasting the sweet potatoes, she opened the lid. She reached out and pinched it, but it was too hot. The sweet potato fell onto the stove, and sparks flew out, accidentally landing on Jidong's cotton shoes. No one saw it.

Baolin continued to mutter, "It's all raw inside."

She ran back to her seat and continued reading.

After an unknown amount of time, Yaoyao sniffed her nose and said, "Your sweet potatoes are burnt, right?!"

Baolin hurried over, broke the sweet potato, and was about to take a bite when he looked down, "Oh! Why are your shoes smoking?!"

Zhang Xiuhua followed Baolin's line of sight and saw that Jidong's shoes were smoking. She could even see sparks, but Jidong was so focused that he didn't notice that he was being burned.

Youcai was closest to the door. He ran outside in two or three steps, fetched a basin of ice water, and poured it directly on Jidong's feet.

Jidong shuddered after being stimulated by the ice water, and then he reacted, "Youcai, why did you splash me?"

Youcai was held by his neck, and as he was about to slap her, Zhang Xiuhua hurriedly explained, "Jidong, don't hit him. Your shoes are on fire."

Jidong then let go of his hand and looked down at his shoes. The shoes were dark blue, but he had not noticed it because the light in the room was not very bright. He did not know when the shoes had a big hole.

"It must be sparks from the stove that sprayed onto your feet." Zhang Xiuhua moved the stove to the side. "Don't get so close. It's too dangerous!"

In a blink of an eye, Li Jianguo returned home and told Zhang Xiuhua that the loan was indeed arranged with the help of his leader.

"He said he felt more energetic after eating the ginseng I gave him. He couldn't help me much, but he just wanted me to get my loan approved earlier." Li Jianguo was a little sad. "When I left, he couldn't speak clearly."

Zhang Xiuhua sighed, ginseng is not a panacea after all.

The two were talking when Youcai ran in excitedly. Zhang Xiuhua had something else to do, so she went out.

Youcai told his father about Jidong's shoes being burned, and with a bit of disgust in his eyes, "He is just a nerd. If I hadn't run fast and put out the fire on his feet, I think he wouldn't have noticed that his clothes were on fire."

Li Jianguo thought it was rare for Jidong to have such concentration at such a young age. "You should learn more from him! Is your butt on fire or something? Why can't you sit still?"

Youcai looked resentful and ignored his father. In his father's eyes, Jidong was always right. He was wrong.

Seeing his son angry, Li Jianguo said hurriedly, "I'm not saying you're bad. I just think you could be more focused. By the way, I saw someone selling cookbooks in the capital, so I bought one for you. See if you like it."

Youcai's eyes lit up and he was very happy, but he was afraid that his father would think he was too happy and scold him again, so he had to suppress his joy.

Fortunately, Li Jianguo knew when to stop talking nonsense.

Youcai got the recipe and went back to his room to read it with great interest.

**

As the year draws to a close, school is finally over, even for college students.

When Li Xingjia came back, Li Jianguo specifically looked for him and told him that his family was going to raise white-feathered broiler chickens next year.

Li Xingjia is very studious. He is older than other students and cherishes the hard-won learning opportunities. He does not have a part-time job at school. Whenever he has time, he goes to the library to borrow books. In fact, it is not just him, other students in the school are like this.

Li Xingjia has seen white-feathered broilers. "There is no problem raising them, but you must pay attention to the temperature. White-feathered chickens cannot withstand the cold. By the way, you must not hatch chicks yourself because they are hybrids. If you use their eggs to hatch chicks, the production performance, feed conversion rate and even the color of the feathers will be separated."

Li Xingjia reads a variety of books, and this is all he knows. However, he said that when he returns to school, he will find this type of book specifically for him.

"You're still taking too much risk. You should raise a few dozen and give it a try first."

Li Jianguo laughed. "The breeder chickens are all bought from overseas by a company in Pengcheng. I finally got a leave to go to the south, and I only got a few dozen eggs. It's not cost-effective. It's better to buy 10,000 at a time, and they can deliver to my door."

Li Xingjia opened his mouth and said, "If you raise a few dozen, you will only lose some travel expenses. If you fail to raise 10,000, you will lose a lot of money."

"It's because no one else has raised one. We are the first to raise one and can eat the meat. If we wait until we have trained well and the people in the south have raised one, we will only be able to drink the soup. You also know how much people in our country love to follow the trend." Li Jianguo spread his hands.

Li Xingjia thought about it carefully and it was true. Pengcheng developed earlier than them. If the south made money, the north would definitely follow suit.

Li Jianguo chatted with Li Xingjia for a few minutes and then went home and told Zhang Xiuhua what Li Xingjia had said.

Zhang Xiuhua really didn't know that the eggs from white-feathered chickens were imported from abroad. After all, it was the boss's job to import the eggs, and she was just an employee, so the boss wouldn't tell her. She thought the experts had already solved this problem.

But the breeding eggs are imported from abroad, so the cost will undoubtedly increase.

23 local eggs cost 2 yuan. If they were replaced with foreign breeding eggs, the price would probably be ten times higher. Ten thousand breeding eggs would cost more than yuan.

She thought of this problem, and Li Jianguo thought of it too. When he ordered the equipment, he also ordered the breeding eggs. But people in Pengcheng had not started raising chickens yet, so the price of breeding eggs had not been determined. He told her not to worry, "I see that broilers are sold very cheaply abroad, so breeding eggs can't be much more expensive."

This is all Zhang Xiuhua can hope for.