Hard work after winning the lottery

Secretary Zhang's breathing became slightly rapid.

He could almost see the children's faces flushed with curiosity and excitement.

Hua Yun's finger moved to the next line.

"And this one, the 'Photo Spot with a Sheep'."

"Let's pick a few of the smallest and cutest baby lambs and put pretty little bow ties on them. We'll set up a special photo backdrop so the children can take pictures holding the gentle lambs."

"Posting this photo on WeChat Moments is the best thing you can do for our Baixi Village!"

At this point, Hua Yun straightened up, looked intently at Secretary Zhang, and her tone became extremely solemn.

"Of course, Secretary Zhang, all of this I've envisioned has one crucial premise."

"That is, safety and hygiene."

"All children participating in the activities must be accompanied by a parent. At every stage, our specially trained staff must be present to provide one-on-one guidance and supervision."

"Feeding bottles and milking tools must be strictly sterilized at high temperatures immediately after each use. The sheep farm must also be cleaned daily and regularly diseased; there must be absolutely no mistakes."

After speaking in one breath, Hua Yun finally felt that her mouth was a little dry.

She looked nervously at Secretary Zhang, awaiting his "verdict".

The only sound in the office was the creaking of the ceiling fan.

Secretary Zhang remained silent, his head bowed, his fingers tapping lightly on the pages of paper, one tap after another.

Hua Yun's heart, too, was in her throat, following the rhythm of the tapping.

Finally, Secretary Zhang stopped what he was doing.

He looked up at Hua Yun, his gaze filled with unprecedented appreciation and admiration.

"good!"

He slammed his hand on the table, his voice booming.

"Hua Yun, Hua Yun, what's wrong with your brain?!"

"This idea is fantastic! It not only provides a new source of income for your sheep farm, but it also injects a whole new vitality into the tourism industry of our entire Baixi Village!"

He stood up and paced excitedly around the office.

"Fishing keeps the men here, roasted lamb keeps their stomachs here, and this family-friendly experience will keep the whole family here!"

A great joy shone on Secretary Zhang's face as he looked at Hua Yun as if she were an uncut gem.

"Girl, go ahead and do it!"

"The village committee fully supports you! Just let us know what manpower or policies you need!"

Secretary Zhang's excitement was not just talk.

He is a decisive and pragmatic person.

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the old red landline phone on the table and started clicking his fingers on the old dial.

Soon, the lazy voice of the village broadcaster came from the other end of the phone.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Me!" Secretary Zhang's voice instantly regained its authority, booming with energy. "Immediately broadcast this: every single guesthouse, farmhouse, and roast lamb restaurant in the village—everyone, without exception—must be at the village committee meeting within ten minutes! There's important business to discuss!"

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Hua Yun, the flame in his eyes still burning.

"Girl, don't go! You'll be the main speaker later!"

Hua Yun nodded vigorously.

Soon, the village loudspeaker blared, its signature booming voice echoing over Baixi Village.

"Notice, notice! All villagers operating guesthouses, farmhouses, and roast lamb restaurants, please come to the village committee office immediately for a meeting. I'll repeat this again..."

The peaceful afternoon was completely shattered by this sudden summons.

In less than ten minutes, the small office of the village committee was packed with people.

Aunt Li, who is raising her six-year-old grandson Dundun, rushed in first, panting, still holding a half-eaten cucumber in her hand.

"Secretary, what's the matter that's so urgent? My precious grandson just fell asleep."

Following closely behind was Uncle Wang, who ran a lakeside guesthouse by the reservoir. He was a burly man with a voice as loud as thunder.

"Yes, Party Secretary, I still have two groups of guests fishing at my place. I'm just worried that something might happen and I won't be able to take care of them."

One by one, seven or eight more people came in; they were all key members of the village's tourism industry.

For a moment, the small office was bustling with noise, filled with the mixed smells of crops, food, and sweat.

Party Secretary Zhang cleared his throat and slammed his hand on the table.

"Quiet down, everyone!"

The room fell silent instantly, and everyone's eyes were focused on him.

Secretary Zhang didn't keep anyone in suspense; he simply pointed to Hua Yun beside him.

"I've called everyone here today for something very good!"

"Hua Yun has come up with a brilliant idea for our Baixi Village! Let's hear what she has to say."

In an instant, everyone's attention shifted from Secretary Zhang to Hua Yun.

There was curiosity, scrutiny, and a degree of indifference.

Hua Yun took a deep breath and laid the plan, which was slightly damp with sweat, back out on the table.

She vividly and eloquently recounted what she had seen and heard by the reservoir, the pain points of the visiting families, and the inspiration she had gained from her own sheep farm.

Finally, she broke down her idea for a "parent-child experience project" in detail, from "little shepherds" to "photo spots with sheep," vividly describing every detail.

The entire office was completely silent.

The only sounds were the creaking of the old ceiling fan and the increasingly loud chirping of cicadas outside the window.

Everyone was captivated by the blueprint drawn up by Hua Yun.

They could almost see the city children, dressed in their pretty little clothes, squealing with delight in the sheepfold; they could see the young parents, holding up their phones, their faces beaming with satisfaction, snapping photos incessantly.

"Oh my, Hua Yun, you're such a brilliant girl!"

Aunt Li was the first to break the silence. She stuffed the remaining cucumber in her hand into her mouth, chewed it crunchily, and spoke in a loud and clear voice.

"That's a great idea! Excellent!"

She clapped her hands excitedly, her wrinkles beaming with joy.

"City kids love this! Let me tell you, my son Dundun goes to the amusement park in town once, and he talks about it for half a month afterward. This is way more fun than those plastic slides!"

Aunt Li's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, instantly creating ripples.

Uncle Wang, the burly man who runs a lakeside guesthouse, slapped his thigh in excitement.

With a crisp "snap," the enamel mug on the table jumped.

"Why didn't I think of that!" He smacked his head in frustration, then his eyes lit up. "Now that Hua Yun has opened my mind, I have an idea too!"

He stretched out his large, fan-like hand and gestured in the air.

"My guesthouse is right next to the reservoir! I can use a net to create a large, safe, shallow area on the lakeshore, where the water is only up to my child's knees!"

"We'll put some small fish fry, river shrimp, and snails in there!"

"Let the kids take their little fishing nets and go into the water to catch them! Whatever they catch, it's theirs to keep! Those city kids, let alone catching anything, they rarely even see any alive! How can they not go crazy?"

Before Uncle Wang finished speaking, in another corner, Uncle Hua Man, a villager with an old stone mill at home, also stood up. He was usually a bit dull, but at this moment his face was glowing.