This was still just a small-time operation, as his product line was rather limited. If he could diversify, Adrian Hawthorne was confident he could earn ten thousand yuan in a single year. Unfortunately, the political climate was still uncertain, so he could only operate in secret, making caution his top priority.
"Kenneth, I'll watch things here. You should head into town!"
Old Master Tate herded the cattle onto the hillside to graze. Adrian Hawthorne returned carrying a large basket of grass on his back. This was the third basket he had cut this morning. A little more in the evening, and it would be enough. The spring planting season was busy, and the cattle had to plow the fields every day, so they needed to be well-fed. The Thorne family had secured this cushy job for him, so he had to take excellent care of the cattle and not give anyone an excuse to find fault.
