"Brought him back?" Jiang Baohua asked.
"Yes!" Jiang Xingye sat down on the kang, "Uncle, I want to set up a processing factory in the village."
Poof, cough, cough!
Jiang Baohua choked on his smoke, "What kind of processing factory?"
"Furniture factory." Jiang Xingye said, "I had this idea before, and you also said to let me organize it."
Jiang Baohua said irritably, "I've been telling you for a year, you kept saying okay okay, but never organized it. Why suddenly now?"
He hadn't organized it before because he himself had matters to attend to in the mountains, managing over ten acres of land. Although the medicinal herb fields weren't much trouble, they still needed supervision, and going back and forth to the mountains every day took one or two hours.
Doing more work on his own land meant he definitely couldn't keep up with the production team, and being too tired made him not want to go down to work the fields. Over time, he got the lazy reputation.
