Hard work after winning the lottery

The children's figures, rushing towards us like three arrows released from a bow, carrying waves of heat and pure joy, shot straight into Huayun's heart.

She opened her arms and caught them steadily, taking a half-step back from the impact, but a smile brighter than the sunlight spread across her face.

The bitterness brought on by the father's role was instantly washed away by the fresh scent of grass and the warmth of the children's bodies.

She couldn't conjure up a father.

But she can create a paradise full of laughter for them, and for many more children.

This idea, like a seed buried in fertile soil, quietly took root in Hua Yun's heart.

……

Summer has quietly arrived.

The chirping of cicadas gradually replaced the birdsong of dawn, and a warm, sweet scent began to fill the air.

Summer vacation, a word that children eagerly anticipate, is just around the corner.

Baixi Village has also ushered in the peak tourist season.

On weekends, colorful tents are set up along the stream.

The men, fishing rods in hand, would sit on the shore for most of the day, enjoying the tranquility of being secluded from the world.

The roast lamb restaurant's business has become increasingly booming with the increase in tourists, and the aroma of charcoal fire has almost become the most tempting calling card at the entrance of the village.

Amidst her busy schedule, Hua Yun keenly observed a phenomenon.

Although there are many tourists in the village, their composition is somewhat homogeneous.

Most of them were adults who came in groups, for fishing, for camping, and for a bite of tender roasted whole lamb.

Occasionally, families bring their children, but the atmosphere always seems somewhat out of place.

One weekend afternoon, Hua Yun was returning from shopping in town when she passed by the reservoir.

A man in a plaid shirt was intently staring at the float on his fishing rod, motionless.

Not far from him, his wife was scrolling through her phone, seemingly bored.

Their son, who was about seven or eight years old, had already thrown all the pebbles on the shore and was now squatting on the ground, idly poking at the ant nest with a small twig, his mouth pouting high.

"Dad, when are we going back? It's so boring here!"

The boy's voice was full of impatience.

The man turned around, his brow furrowed slightly: "Shut up, the fish's about to bite!"

The boy felt even more aggrieved and muttered softly, "They always say it's almost time..."

This scene, like a key, suddenly unlocked the long-sealed door in Hua Yun's heart.

She thought of her three energetic little ones.

Why do they never complain about being bored in the village?

Because the vast sheep pasture behind the mountain is their inexhaustible playground.

They would follow Uncle Huashitang and learn to add hay and fodder to the sheep, although they would scatter more than they would feed them each time.

They would sneak up to the lambs' enclosure, stretch out their little hands, and feel the wonderful sensation of the warm, moist little tongues licking their palms.

They would even have competitions to see who could tell the difference between "Pleasant Goat" and "Lazy Goat" the fastest.

For children in the city, aren't these the rarest and most precious experiences?

A thought, like a lightning bolt piercing the night, instantly illuminated Hua Yun's entire mind.

What Baixi Village lacks is not beautiful scenery, but a catalyst that allows children to truly run wild and immerse themselves in nature!

Once the idea took hold, it became impossible to suppress.

Hua Yun's heart began to pound violently, and an indescribable sense of excitement rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.

She practically ran home, not even having time to brush the dust off her clothes.

She rushed into the house and rummaged through drawers and cabinets until she found an unused notebook and a pen.

She sat at the stone table in the courtyard, took a deep breath, and forced herself to calm down.

The pen tip began to move rapidly across the slightly rough paper.

Baixi Village Summer Parent-Child Program... Feasibility...

One by one, clear ideas flowed like a rushing stream, gradually forming a rough but well-structured preliminary concept under her pen.

After writing the last word, Hua Yun put down her pen and looked at the nascent blueprint on the notebook with an astonishingly bright gaze.

She couldn't wait a moment longer.

She grabbed the pages filled with writing, as if she were carrying a rare treasure, and strode briskly toward the village committee office.

In the village committee office, the old ceiling fan creaked and groaned, chasing away the afternoon drowsiness.

Secretary Zhang was wearing reading glasses and intently studying a document about farmland irrigation improvement.

"Secretary Zhang!"

Hua Yun's clear, crisp voice broke the silence of the room.

Secretary Zhang looked up, adjusted his glasses, and when he saw it was her, a smile appeared on his face: "Oh, it's Hua Yun. Is the roast lamb restaurant not busy anymore?"

"No matter how busy I am, I have to come see you!" Hua Yun walked a few steps to the desk and solemnly placed the few pages of paper in her hand on the table.

Her movements were somewhat urgent, and her eyes burned with fire, causing Secretary Zhang to sit up straight.

"Secretary Zhang, I have an idea that I think can take tourism in Baixi Village to a whole new level!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but every word was full of power and confidence.

"Oh?" Secretary Zhang became interested. He took off his reading glasses, picked up the few pages of paper, and said, "Tell me about it."

"Secretary Zhang, have you noticed that most of the tourists visiting our village nowadays come to fish and camp? The children have nowhere to play and can't stay still." Hua Yun got straight to the point, hitting the nail on the head.

"We can take advantage of the summer vacation to launch a series of 'rural family experience' programs, keeping these families entertained and ensuring that adults have a worry-free trip while children have a great time!"

As Secretary Zhang listened, he nodded slowly, his gaze fixed on the handwritten plan.

Seeing this, Hua Yun bent down, stretched out her finger, and pointed to the words "Little Shepherd".

Her voice has a magical quality that makes you feel like you're right there in the scene.

"Look, let's start by using my family's sheep farm as a pilot project."

"We can offer a 'Little Shepherd' experience program. We'll set aside a small, safe area and select the gentlest, newborn lambs."

"Let the children from the city, under our guidance and the supervision of their parents, hold a baby bottle themselves and feel the vitality of a lamb suckling in their arms. Which child could resist such an experience?"

Secretary Zhang's eyes lit up.

Hua Yun did not pause, continuing to depict that vivid scene.

"After experiencing feeding them, we can also take them to the adult sheep area, which is, of course, outside the absolutely safe enclosure."

"Let the children touch the thick, cloud-like wool of an adult sheep and tell them that this is how the sweaters we wear in winter are made."

"We can even select one or two ewes with the best temperaments and the most accustomed to being close to people, and let the bravest children experience what it's like to milk a goat under the guidance of professionals. This is a real scene you can't even see on TV!"