The bright sunlight shone through the window, waking up the still sleeping Wu Xiaoyu, who sprang up like a carp and got dressed.
When he walked out of the room, he saw his mother making breakfast and his father still fiddling with his dozens of knives. Wu Xiaoyu sat down next to his father, wanting to discuss the idea of farming with him.
He had thought about it for a long time last night and felt that, given the current conditions, raising chickens was the most suitable option. Firstly, the cost and risk of raising chickens were much lower than other livestock, and more importantly, the growth cycle of chickens was relatively short, allowing for quick wealth accumulation.
"Dad, I want to use the money from selling ginseng yesterday, aside from paying off debts, to start raising chickens," Wu Xiaoyu tentatively said.
Upon hearing this, Wu Youliang put down the shiny knife he was polishing and turned to gaze at him, asking, "Are you serious?"
