The Beginning of the World: Going to the Countryside as an Educated Youth

Chapter 133 Signature for Maotai

"Why haven't you cleaned up yet?" Zhao Zhengguo asked in confusion when he saw Guo Ping still walking around there.

"Alas, this package is too small. There are many things I want Dongchuan to take, but there is room for this and not for that!" Guo Ping said a little depressed.

"No need to bring so many things. Dongchuan is such a big city. And although Huangyuan is a little remote, it is also a big city with no shortage of food and drink!" Zhao Zhengguo said as he looked at the suitcase filled with food.

Zhao Dongchuan took out some candied fruits and dried fruits from the package and said, "I brought these from Huangyuan for you to eat. Why did you bring them back from so far away? Keep them for yourself!"

After some consideration, I decided not to put a lot of food in the bag. I just took a bottle of pickles and some dry food for the train tomorrow.

The few tattered clothes that Zhao Dongchuan had worn before were replaced by Guo Ping, and they were replaced with fashionable styles in the city. They were all brand new clothes. The old clothes would probably be cut into strips and made into mops for mopping the floor.

He placed those tattered clothes there on purpose to make them seem more realistic. In fact, he had never worn those clothes since he was hired by the company.

He was not short of cloth coupons, so he bought several identical sets of clothes of the same style and placed them in his space.

During these days in Beijing, he specially found some time, put on his system glasses, and went to the supply and marketing cooperatives or retail stores to purchase supplies, buying from different stores one by one.

Currently, except for guns and cannons, his space has basically everything else. Although the quantity is not large, the types are complete.

This means that even if he was thrown onto a deserted island, he could still live comfortably.

Because Zhao Dongchuan was leaving tomorrow, Zhao Zhengguo and Guo Ping were obviously in low spirits, but they pretended not to let Zhao Dongchuan see it. In fact, with Zhao Dongchuan's keen perception, he could clearly see their emotions.

There's no way around it. This is already a special approval for him, such a long vacation. Although the nature of his job doesn't require him to be in the office, those who gossip don't care about that.

That is, he has works to his name, and people at that time were relatively simple. Otherwise, he would not dare to do this.

Without his work permit and the letter of introduction from his employer, he couldn't come back.

Now that he has a company, he can't stay in Beijing for a long time, unless he is transferred to Beijing for work?

Zhao Dongchuan shook his head secretly in his heart. He did not have the conditions for this at the moment. At worst, he could wait a little longer. When the college entrance examination was resumed, he would return to Beijing to take the exam.

The dinner that day was exceptionally sumptuous, with chicken, duck, fish and meat all served, just like the New Year's Day. The aroma inevitably drifted into the yard, naturally sparking a burst of shouting and cursing, and creating a lot of hatred.

Old Mrs. Jia was so angry that she slammed the bowl heavily on the table.

"They can't live like this anymore! They eat like this every other day. It's great that both of them are working. Damn it, if you eat like this every day, I will report you one day! You don't even know how to respect your elders!"

"You...why didn't you bring anything here these days? You're so useless!" Old Lady Jia asked Qin Xiaoru.

"Ever since we exchanged a plate of meat last time, they have been wary of us. They even lock the doors and windows when we eat. I am too embarrassed to go there again. How about you go and try?" Qin Xiaoru said meaningfully while eating shredded potatoes and taking a bite of rice.

"Hey, you're a rebel..." Old Lady Jia didn't expect Qin Xiaoru to dare to talk to her like that, and said angrily.

"What the hell are you talking about? It's a new society now, and you're not a rich landlord. At worst, I'll take the kids back to the countryside and you'll live on your own. I'll see if you can take over this class!" Qin Xiaoru also retorted.

"........."

Old Lady Jia never expected that Qin Xiaoru would confront her so aggressively, with an attitude of fighting to the death.

She knows her own situation very well. With her lazy and gluttonous personality, she will definitely not be able to do well at work. If she fails to do her job well and loses her job, she will really have no way to survive.

At that moment, he lost his momentum and said with a wry smile: "Xiao Ru, life in the countryside is not as good as in the city. There is a fixed grain supply, but there are many people begging on the streets in the countryside. Don't say such angry words!"

Qin Xiaoru naturally couldn't turn against her husband for these things. She had finally become a city wife envied by people in the surrounding area, and she couldn't just go back in disgrace.

At that moment, they stopped talking and stopped escalating the conflict.

Although the other families living nearby in the yard also smelled the fragrance, they just cursed a few words and no one was shameless enough to go to the door to beg for food.

Zhao Dongchuan originally wanted to refuse, but Guo Ping and Zhao Zhengguo both thought it was necessary to have a big dinner, so he had no objection.

"Look what this is?" Zhao Zhengguo took out a bottle of wine from his bag mysteriously and said to Zhao Dongchuan.

“Is this Maotai?”

"Dad, you got it from here. This wine is limited edition and it's hard to buy even if you want to!" Zhao Dongchuan said in surprise.

"Hehe, I'm also benefiting from you..." Zhao Zhengguo smiled.

"Haven't I told a few close colleagues in the factory about your joining the production team in Huangyuan before? I also told them about your recruitment by the Cultural Center... After your poem was published, I borrowed the book to read... It's obvious that there's a connection..."

"The workshop director guessed it... and secretly gave me this bottle of wine... and asked me to find you to do something!" Zhao Zhengguo blushed and said with a smile.

"What's the matter? You want to give me such a good bottle of wine?" Zhao Dongchuan asked a little puzzled.

"I've asked, it's not a big deal, you can handle it easily!"

Zhao Zhengguo took out a dozen brand new People's Literature magazines from his bag, put them on the table and laughed: "The director asked you to help sign them~~"

Zhao Dongchuan really didn't expect that he would have "fans" in Beijing.

"This is not a violation, we are just interacting with each other!" Zhao Zhengguo is not a pedantic person, he said with a smile.

"Okay, I'll sign this name!"

After saying that, Zhao Dongchuan took out a pen from his bag and signed his name.

Guo Ping brought the last plate of chicken legs to the table. Seeing Zhao Dongchuan's signature, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Why did you buy so many books?"

"Hey, listen to me..." Zhao Zhengguo and Guo Ping explained again.

"Oh my, this is incredible. Just these ten or so signed books can be exchanged for a bottle of Moutai?"

Guo Ping asked in disbelief, looking at Zhao Dongchuan's hand with shining eyes.

This is a "golden finger"!

"Mom, this thing depends on the person. To those who don't like it, it is worthless. It is valuable only to those who like it! And if you write too much, it will lose its value!" Zhao Dongchuan explained hurriedly.

"Haha, I understand. Scarcity makes things valuable!"

"Even so, your signature is very valuable. Why don't you sign a few more and keep them for us? This wouldn't count as profiteering, would it?" Guo Ping said excitedly as she suddenly thought of a way to get rich.