Zhang Dadan saw his father discussing all the work at the factory with such detail, as if he knew everything by heart. This greatly comforted him. With this kind of managerial experience, his father wouldn't be flustered when he became the village chief.
Wang Cuifen chatted idly on the street for a while, basked in a multitude of flattery, before returning home satisfied.
When she got home, it was already past eleven o'clock. Curious, Wang Cuifen glanced over at the father and son duo and then hurried off to cook.
After lunch, Zhang Dadan greeted his parents, grabbed a herb basket, picked up a shovel, and headed for the back mountain.
Passing through the middle of the village, a few elderly men and women who were squatting on the ground and eating saw him with his herb basket and asked with concern, "Dadan, what treasure is up the mountain again?"
