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Early the next morning.

At the entrance of the three largest rows of blue-brick courtyards at the east end of the village, three large solid wood plaques with red backgrounds and gold lettering are hung directly.

Jiang Shitou, shirtless, held a stick of incense in his hand and lit the 100,000-incense stick hanging at the door.

The deafening crackling of firecrackers littered the ground, leaving red paper scraps everywhere.

Li Qiang drove the heavy truck and parked it steadily outside the yard.

The truck bed was lowered.

Hundreds of sets of brand-new tables, chairs, and benches, exuding the fresh scent of raw wood, were unloaded.

"Hurry up, everyone!" Li Qiang stood on the hood of the vehicle, directing traffic through a megaphone. "These are golden nanmu desks that Brother Chen had transported from the provincial capital overnight!"

"If anyone manages to chip even a single piece of paint, their entire 8,000 yuan allowance for this month will be deducted!"

The blond-haired man carried two tables and ran faster than anyone else.

"Don't worry, Brother Qiang! This table is more expensive than my own father. I'd rather break myself than break it!" Huang Mao shouted back.

"Get lost! Hurry up and move into Aunt Qiaoyun's yard!" Li Qiang laughed and kicked him.

In Jiang Qiaoyun's courtyard.

Jiang Qiaoyun specially changed into a simple and elegant coarse cloth cheongsam today.

She carried a camphor wood box covered in thick dust onto the podium.

With a "click," the brass lock opened.

Jiang Qiaoyun brought out her century-old secret art of making Chinese knot buttons.

Inside were yellowed thread-bound books and parchment covered with intricate patterns.

This was a closely guarded skill that was passed down only to women and only to the eldest son.

Today she laid all the drawings out on the podium without holding anything back.

The twenty or thirty young men and women sitting below didn't dare to breathe loudly.

Jiang Lingzhi sat in the first row.

She blinked her big eyes and asked cautiously.

"Aunt Qiaoyun, this is your lifeblood."

"You really want to teach everyone everything? If this gets out, what skill will you use to make a living?"

Jiang Qiaoyun tapped the table with a ruler and scolded with a laugh.

"With Brother Chen backing us up, will Jiangjia Village ever lack food?"

"It would be a sin for this skill to rot in a coffin!"

Jiang Qiaoyun raised her voice and scanned the entire room.

"Everyone, study hard! If anyone can't even master the basic acupuncture techniques after three months, I'll smash their head open with a thimble!"

"Don't embarrass the Jiang family! Do you hear me?!"

A group of people below shouted in unison.

"I heard you!"

The commotion was even greater in the neighboring yard.

White smoke billowed from the large iron pot, and the irresistible aroma of braised pork wafted across half the street.

He Dazui brought over a large whiteboard.

He posted his family's secret braised pork recipe on the wall in large characters.

12 grams of star anise, 3.5 grams of cloves, and crushed cardamom (seeds removed).

The exact ratio of star anise and cinnamon is revealed down to the gram.

Li Qiang came running after smelling the aroma.

He reached out and grabbed a piece of freshly cooked braised pig's trotter.

It was so hot that I kept inhaling, but I couldn't bear to spit it out.

"Uncle Big Mouth! This tastes amazing!"

"If we sold this in the city, opened a chain store, we could easily make tens of millions a year!" Li Qiang mumbled between chews. "Are you really willing to dig up this money tree by the roots?"

He Dazui held a large iron ladle and banged it against the edge of the pot.

"nonsense!"

"From today onwards, this recipe will be shared by the entire village!"

He Dazui waved his hand arrogantly.

"Anyone in the Jiang family can use it to open a shop and become a boss!"

Liu Cuifen squeezed into the crowd, wide-eyed, and shouted.

"Oh my! Big Mouth, you're usually so stingy you wouldn't even part with a single scallion, has this side of you changed today?"

He Da Zui pointed at her and cursed her angrily.

"Old lady, what do you know!"

"Brother Chen gives me an 8,000 yuan inheritance subsidy every month for nothing! And I'm hiding it from him? Is that something a human being would do?!"

"If your Haoran wants to learn, quickly have him wash his hands and come over to cut the meat!"

The younger generation in the three courtyards studied extremely diligently.

But there were also plenty of jokes.

Huang Mao sat at Jiang Qiaoyun's desk.

He held a tiny embroidery needle in his hand, sweating profusely with anxiety.

"Damn it! My hand never shook when I used to chop people with a watermelon knife!"

"How can this stupid needle prick hide by itself!" The blond-haired guy poked his finger until it bled, then stuffed it into his mouth and sucked on it.

Er Gou stood by and mercilessly mocked.

"Your paws aren't cut out for this kind of delicate work!"

"Watch this! With a flick of my pinky finger, the thread goes right in!"

The blond-haired guy kicked him.

"Get out of here! Aunt Qiaoyun said this is called a coiled dragon buckle, it has to be imposing!" The two started arguing on the spot.

The entire courtyard was filled with the laughter of young people playing around, brimming with unprecedented vitality.

Outside the compound.

Jiang Chen held Su Qing's hand and watched this scene quietly.

Su Qing rested her head on Jiang Chen's strong shoulder.

"Honey, you made a brilliant move."

"In the past, the village only had money, and it always felt like something was missing."

"Now that these traditional crafts have taken root, our village has a solid foundation," Su Qing praised softly.

Jiang Chen was about to speak.

A pleasant system notification sounded in my mind.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, for activating the hidden achievement 'Intangible Cultural Heritage Protection'!]

[The system has issued a special reward: 1 billion in cash!]

[The funds have been laundered through offshore accounts and legally deposited into the host's unlimited black card!]

Jiang Chen couldn't stop smiling as he heard the crisp notification sound.

He put his arm around Su Qing's waist.

"Wife, this is what you call spending money to buy culture, a sure win!" Jiang Chen said with great pride.

……

The training program is thriving.

Time flies by, spring goes and autumn comes.

The underfloor heating in the large apartment was turned on early.

Su Qing's belly was already as big as a round watermelon, making it extremely difficult for her to move around.

The entire Jiangjia Village was immediately placed on a state of first-level combat readiness.

Wang Dagou assigned all the security teams to the perimeter of the large-scale residential complex.

More than fifty retired veterans stand guard in three shifts, 24 hours a day.

Wearing a military overcoat, Li Qiang stood outside the courtyard, shouting sternly as he gave instructions.

"Da Gou! Not even a mosquito is allowed in Brother Chen's yard!"

"My sister-in-law is due to give birth in the next few days! Anyone who dares to mess things up at this crucial moment, I'll skin them alive!"

Wang Dagou patted his chest and guaranteed it.

"Don't worry, Qiang! The thermal imaging camera is on full blast. Even if a fly flies by, I'll be able to tell if it's male or female!"

late at night.

The cold wind howled outside the valley.

In the spacious bedroom with a constant temperature of 25 degrees Celsius, Jiang Chen had just lay down and was dozing off.

In my sleep.

Su Qing suddenly let out an extremely painful scream.

"Honey! My stomach hurts so much!"

"My water broke!"

Jiang Chen jumped right out of bed.

This ruthless tycoon, who spends billions without batting an eye, is completely panicked today.

He scrambled out of bed.

"Someone! Prepare the car immediately!"

"To the hospital!" Jiang Chen shouted, hurriedly putting on his shoes.

"Brother Chen! You're wearing your shoes on the wrong feet!" Li Qiang shouted anxiously as he rushed in.

Jiang Chen looked down, completely ignoring the awkwardness of his left foot being in his right.

Su Qing was in so much pain that she was covered in sweat and clung tightly to Jiang Chen's arm.

"Jiang Chen, don't panic, I can still hold on..."

Wang Dagou and Li Qiang carried the prepared top-of-the-line medical stretcher into the bedroom.

The three of them quickly lifted Su Qing into the bulletproof Unimog RV that had been running and warming up.

The wheels rolled over the bluestone slabs outside, speeding along.

Jiang Chen sat in the spacious carriage, holding Su Qing's hand tightly.

He grabbed the car radio and yelled into the other end.

"Notify Changsheng Hospital! Turn all equipment to maximum power!"

"Have Old Chen and all the national team players stand by at the gate!"

Su Qing lay on the stretcher, enduring the excruciating pain.

"Honey, you're going to be a dad." Su Qing forced a pale smile through gritted teeth.

Jiang Chen nodded repeatedly, his eyes red-rimmed.

"Honey, hang in there! The top expert from the provincial capital is on his way!"