Zhuang Jingye saw Zhuang Qingning off, "Hmm, you also think about it, see what's the best way to handle it."
"As always, if there's somewhere you need us to help, don't hesitate to ask, especially from my end..."
"I understand." Zhuang Qingning cracked a smile, "Uncle Village Chief, you should go back, it's windy outside."
"It's fine." Zhuang Jingye escorted Zhuang Qingning half the street further before he turned back.
Mrs. Ye was peeling a cabbage at the doorstep. She casually threw the dry outer leaves into the duck pen for the ducks to eat.
The century egg workshop was doing good business, buying duck eggs from everywhere at a reasonable price. All households in Enji Village and the surrounding villages raised a lot of ducks, including Zhuang Jingye's.
The ducks, waiting for their meal with their necks stretched out, scrambled to eat the cabbage leaves as soon as they fell on the ground.
