Hard work after winning the lottery

Meanwhile, the milking experience area not far away was a different kind of bustling scene.

There was a long queue, and children stood on tiptoe, craning their necks, curiously watching the few carefully selected, most docile adult ewes inside the fence.

"Am I next?"

A chubby-faced little boy rubbed his hands excitedly, his face a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.

"Don't rush, take it one at a time."

Hua Shitang, who was in charge of providing guidance, smiled kindly. He first used warm water and a towel to carefully wipe the ewe's udder clean.

Then, he took the little boy's hand and taught him step by step.

"Look, you should do it like this, with your four fingers together, from top to bottom, gently... Yes, apply even pressure."

The little boy imitated him, clumsily pinching it down.

A stream of warm goat milk, in the form of a white line, shot precisely into the wooden bucket below, splashing up a tiny milk flower.

"Wow! I squeezed it out! Daddy, I squeezed it out!"

The boy was so excited that his face turned red, as if he had accomplished something remarkable.

His father stood beside him, beaming from ear to ear, his phone shutter clicking incessantly, trying to capture this precious moment.

Another corner of the sheep farm is the "photo spot for holding sheep".

Several snow-white lambs, with their neatly groomed fur and adorable red bow ties around their necks, have become undisputed "star models."

They obediently let the children take turns hugging and stroking them, rubbing their soft cheeks against the children's little hands, eliciting bursts of giggles.

Meanwhile, Hua Yun's triplets have become the busiest little staff members at the sheep farm.

The eldest brother, Si'an, had a serious little face, like a little adult.

He held a simple cardboard sign made by Huayun that read "Please queue up" and meticulously maintained order in the queue.

"Uncle, please line up here."

"Kid, don't cut in line."

He spoke in a childish voice, yet with an endearing seriousness that made the adults chuckle and obediently follow his instructions.

The second brother, Sile, took advantage of his enthusiastic and cheerful personality.

Like a cheerful little bird, he flitted through the crowd, enthusiastically introducing his little sheep friend to each child.

"This one is called 'Snowball' because it's entirely white!"

"That one's called 'Naughty,' and it loves to nudge my butt!"

His vivid narration instantly gave the ordinary little lamb a lively personality and story, which the children listened to with great interest.

The third brother, Si Tao, became the chief "technical advisor" for taking photos with the sheep.

Whenever a child doesn't know how to do something, he will step forward and demonstrate it himself.

He skillfully bent down, slipped one hand under the lamb's front legs, and steadily supported its rump with the other. With a gentle pull, he held the lamb securely in his arms.

"You have to hold it like this," he said seriously to another child, "support its little bottom, then it will feel safe and won't be scared."

His professional yet adorable appearance made the surrounding parents burst into laughter.

Summer in Baixi Village comes alive because of the arrival of these children.

In Aunt Li's orchard, the crisp sounds of laughter and cicada chirps mingled together.

The children, carried on their parents' shoulders, reached out their little hands and carefully picked the bright red peaches from the branches, then eagerly took a bite, their mouths filled with sweet juice.

The shallow water area in front of Uncle Wang's guesthouse has become a playground for children.

They rolled up their trousers, barefoot, and waded in the cool stream, holding small fishing nets, intently searching for traces on the bottom.

"I caught a little shrimp!"

A child suddenly shouted excitedly and held his prize high.

Under the sunlight, the tiny, transparent shrimp hopped and jumped around in his small net, and it also jumped into everyone's hearts.

Under Uncle Hua Man's guidance, the ancient stone mill creaked and turned again, grinding out fragrant soy milk.

Under the guidance of the skillful aunt, the foxtail grass along the edge of the field was transformed into lifelike little rabbits.

The entire Baixi Village seemed to have been transformed into a giant, unfenced playground.

Everywhere you look, you see children running around, and everywhere you hear their innocent laughter.

Hua Yun stood on the hilltop of the Xishan Goat Farm, a gentle breeze ruffling her hair.

She gazed at the bustling, vibrant scene below the mountain, watching the children frolicking in the fields, by the streams, and under the fruit trees, and the parents with relaxed and happy smiles on their faces.

This scene was more vivid and more breathtaking than any blueprint she had ever envisioned.

Her heart was filled with a great sense of satisfaction, warm and cozy, as if she were bathed in the summer sun.

However, this is not just about spiritual satisfaction.

Something more tangible and substantial is quietly taking root and sprouting on this land, accompanied by the laughter of children.

That is the income that is truly changing the lives of the villagers.

At the entrance to the sheep farm, a large sunshade was erected at the foot of the hill.

Hua Yun's mother, Li Guifen, was sitting behind a small wooden table. On the table was a locked tin money box and a simple stamp carved from a radish and dipped in red ink.

"Little Shepherd Experience Ticket: 30 yuan per child, free for accompanying parents."

Li Guifen's Mandarin had a local accent, but she spoke with great energy, and her face beamed with an undisguised smile.

In front of her, a young father was readily scanning the QR code on the table.

"drop--"

A crisp notification sound rang out.

"WeChat payment, 30 yuan."

This sound has been heard no less than a hundred times today.

Li Guifen happily tore off a ticket with a sheep pattern, stamped it with a red radish seal, and solemnly handed it to the expectant little boy.

The "Little Shepherd" project alone can earn you enough in a day to make the equivalent of selling several adult sheep in the past.

Looking at the crisp new banknotes in the money box and the constantly changing numbers on her phone, Li Guifen felt a surge of power in her hand holding the radish seal.

As evening fell, the setting sun bathed the entire hillside in a warm golden-red hue.

As the experiential activities drew to a close, the tourists, exhausted but delighted, gradually emerged from the sheep farm.

A boy, his face flushed from playing, lingered in his father's arms, looking back at the lambs on the hillside with lingering enjoyment.

"Daddy, the lambs are so much fun! Shall we come feed them again tomorrow?"

The man chuckled and playfully scratched his son's nose, about to agree, when a rich, overpowering fragrance suddenly and forcefully entered his nostrils.

It was the unique aroma of roasted lamb, a blend of cumin and spices, wafting from a nearby farmhouse restaurant.

"Gurgle..."

He, his wife, and even the son in his arms all protested simultaneously.

"Let's go try the roasted whole lamb in Baixi Village!"

Without hesitation, the man picked up his son and headed towards Hua Yun's roast lamb restaurant.