A Warm New Year

Adhering to the principle of "not eating for free is a waste," Qi Gu quickly picked up his chopsticks and began to feast. With every bite, his gaze toward the weasel became gentler.

Qi Gu said, "If there is a national dish for rat cuisine, it must be Wolf King cuisine."

The weasel said, "My... My dad and I discussed an idea, but we don't know if it's feasible. Master, could you give me some advice and your opinion?"

"Everyone praises the quality of the chickens my dad raises, and my chicken dishes taste delicious. We discussed and plan to prepare the villagers to raise chickens together, and then I will open a poultry shop, taking charge of the flavor. What do you think?" The weasel clasped its two paws together, very nervous. After all, the biggest thing it had ever done was pretend to be the village chief's eldest daughter-in-law to get free food and drinks. It had completely gotten used to calling the village chief "dad" and was too lazy to correct itself now.

Qi Gu hesitated for a moment: "I don't understand business very well; you should ask Fang Hang. But as for the flavor, there's no problem. It's perfect." Qi Gu's affirmation excited the weasel, and it quickly said, "I'll go ask Fang Hang right away!" It then ran into the room on its short legs, finding Fang Hang who was guarding from a distance.

Fang Hang explained the operation model of the chicken farm and the fried chicken shop, as well as the ideas for making money, to the weasel. The weasel nodded repeatedly, wishing it could immediately make 108 chicken dishes for Fang Hang to repay him.

Sometime later, the chicken farm in Huaishui Village received investment from Fang Hang and successfully established a base. Following the village chief's method, the villagers worked together to raise meat chickens, calculating and distributing shares based on their working days. A portion of the chickens from the farm was sold retail, while another portion was sent to the professional poultry shop managed by the weasel, who adjusted the flavors but did not directly handle the meat. Once the viewers of "Ghost Visit" found out, they rushed to buy. —— The reason the weasel did not handle the meat itself was for fear that customers would mind it being a wild beast carrying bacteria, which might cause controversy.

On the first anniversary of the Huaishui Village chicken farm and poultry shop's official operation, the villagers received at least forty thousand yuan in year-end bonuses. Instantly, every household was decorated with lanterns and streamers, and they finally got to eat a more sumptuous meal than in previous years during the Spring Festival. On New Year's Eve, the village chief, leading the weasel, brought the chicken farm's account books and a basket of delicious food and fine wine to Dishui Ground. He showed the account books to the old village chief and the Banyan Tree, telling them that life in the village was gradually improving.

The village chief and the old village chief looked at each other and smiled, raising their wine cups. Father and son were silent, while the weasel held its wine cup with its paws, and the Banyan Tree's cup was poured directly onto its roots. The villagers bought brilliant fireworks, which burst in the sky like double-flowered peonies. Amidst the sound of fireworks, the old village chief said, "May the villagers of Huaishui Village have abundance every year, and may they be safe and healthy." Three wine cups clinked crisply. Meanwhile, the Banyan Tree coughed incessantly, its leaves rustling as it said somewhat aggrievedly, "You humans are so strange, liking to drink this weird stuff, cough cough cough!"

In the mortal realm, not long after the weasel finished consulting on business matters, Fang Wangyuan's fingertips trembled as he woke up. Upon opening his eyes, he saw Fang Hang guarding by his bed, looking so old that no one would doubt it if he were said to be his grandfather. As the memories of the past three years flooded back, Fang Wangyuan's face turned pale. He didn't know what to say, and in the end, just like when he was a child, he threw himself into his father's embrace, weeping endlessly. After crying for a long time, he finally said, "I'm sorry, Dad. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have made you worry so much. Your hair has turned so white; three years ago, you still had black hair..." Fang Hang lovingly stroked his head, saying repeatedly, "Good boy, it's fine. We can dye the white hair black; everything is fine. We haven't seen each other for several years. Once we go home, you must accompany this old man well."

After crying, Fang Wangyuan looked up and said, "By the way, Dad, I promised Juanjuan that I would help her continue her studies..." After his soul fused, this was the first thing he thought of. "Don't worry, Dad will take care of it," Fang Hang said.

The directing crew had originally planned to leave early in the morning, but considering the reunion of the father and son, they waited for the two to stabilize their emotions before starting to pack up the equipment and move out of the village. The villagers spontaneously came to help, and the valuable equipment was carefully arranged onto the bus in just one trip. The guests and staff boarded the bus one after another. The bus slowly started and drove away from Huaishui Village along the narrow path. But even after driving for a long time, the villagers could still be seen waving goodbye in the rearview mirror. Finally, when the bus turned a corner, the villagers completely disappeared from the rearview mirror. The driver withdrew his gaze, but in that instant, he missed the reflection of a woman in a white dress in the rearview mirror. The woman in the white dress had been keeping a distance from the bus, getting closer and closer. In the end, she suddenly lunged forward, clinging to the roof of the bus, and followed it all the way to the airport. While the staff were unloading the equipment, she quickly jumped down from the roof, then brushed past a female student holding an ID card. Immediately after, the student's ID card fell into her hand, and her face began to transform into the likeness on the ID card, eventually becoming identical. She happily pulled out a plane ticket that matched Fang Wangyuan's destination. She thought, another beautiful coincidence.