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

Chapter 116: The whole country is red

"Mr. Han!"

Huang Laosan pushed open the door from the front yard and walked in, shouting respectfully to Zhao Dongchuan.

"sit down!"

Zhao Dongchuan pointed to the stool next to him.

Seeing that he looked serious, Huang Laosan didn't hesitate and sat down.

"The New Year is coming soon. Have you bought any New Year's goods?"

"I bought a lot of clothes for my mother and bought a lot of new things for the house. Now we don't have to worry about food and clothing. Thank you Mr. Han for giving me a new life!"

Having said that, Huang Laosan stood up again with some excitement and bowed to Zhao Dongchuan.

"Hahaha, that's what you deserve. You helped me with this, so I will definitely not treat you unfairly!"

As he said this, he took out 100 yuan from his pocket and handed it to Huang Laosan.

"Of this 100 yuan, 50 yuan will be your year-end bonus, and the remaining 50 yuan can be distributed to your brothers and sisters. Have a good New Year!"

Huang Laosan was very touched when he saw Zhao Dongchuan giving him some money again. He said that he had been cheating people everywhere before, but he never made money so quickly.

Moreover, those who cheat and defraud may be beaten by strong men, and after being reported, they have to hide everywhere.

Although it is still nominally speculation now, it was a legitimate business in the past.

He knew very well in his mind that he would be able to do business normally in the future.

There will always be “businessmen” in the world!

Now he was completely convinced by Zhao Dongchuan and was no longer under the effect of "hypnosis".

"I'm going to go back to my hometown for the New Year. I'll take the bus tonight. You should also take a break early and relax. Think about it during this time! We'll make plans after the New Year!"

Huang Laosan nodded in agreement.

Afterwards, Zhao Dongchuan gave a few more instructions and let Huang Laosan go back.

He sat alone for a while, then stood up and left, heading towards the train station.

Halfway through the journey, Zhao Dongchuan took off his glasses and put them together with his bicycle into the storage space.

He walked into the waiting room carrying his bag.

At that time, the waiting rooms of train stations were equipped with simple long chairs and the floor was paved with stone slabs, which was very simple.

"There is a lot of work to be done!" Zhao Dongchuan thought to himself.

It is not like the Spring Festival travel rush in later generations when the trains were crowded. There are far fewer people taking the trains at this time. It's not that there is no demand, it's just that the demand is suppressed.

Due to the high ticket prices, you need some documents to buy tickets. In some places, the ticket sellers will even look at your letter of introduction.

Especially in the vast rural areas, many people actually have no chance to go out and are fixed to their one-third acre of land.

If Zhao Dongchuan had not submitted his poems and had not been valued by the curator and recruited into the company, he would have had to wait in Shuangshui Village for the college entrance examination to be resumed.

Then naturally it wouldn’t be as carefree as it is now.

You can travel around openly and develop copies everywhere.

Of course, he has the system, it’s just that it will explode later, which is not that difficult.

Zhao Dongchuan shook his head, retracted his scattered thoughts, found a remote and deserted corner and sat down.

Just as he sat down and was about to take out a book to read, he heard someone calling his name.

He felt very strange because he hadn't heard that anyone was coming to see him off, and he hadn't told anyone that he was going to take the evening bus.

Zhao Dongchuan turned his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

He saw a man with a tattered black felt hat, a ragged cotton jacket and a gray face, who was looking at him with big eyes and slowly walked towards him.

"Zhao Dongchuan?"

The man looked at him and shouted timidly.

Zhao Dongchuan looked carefully and it took him a while to recognize that this was Sun Lanhua’s man, Wang Manyin.

"Wang Manyin? Why are you here? Aren't you in Shuangshui Village?" Zhao Dongchuan asked in surprise.

Wang Manyin curled his lips, scratched the back of his hand in embarrassment, and said, "I didn't have much to do at home, so I left Shuangshui Village and went out to do some business to earn some money. I came to Huangyuan City, but I have no place to stay, so I'll just stay in this waiting room for a few days before going back!"

"You really can't stay idle!" Zhao Dongchuan felt helpless when he heard Wang Manyin say that.

Wang Manyin has a good-looking wife with a good figure and two children at home, so why does he just want to wander around all day?

This is the "prodigal son constitution"! It's really speechless. If you say that you made a lot of money and went home to improve your family's life, it would be fine. After so many years, he has nothing except dragging down Sun Shaoan's family.

"How is it? Did you make money this time in Huangyuan City?" Zhao Dongchuan was also a little curious, so he asked.

"I just sell some needles and thread, and some pig hair and bristles. I can't make much money!" Wang Manyin said a little embarrassedly.

But he knew that Zhao Dongchuan was successful now. He was working for the government in Huangyuan City, earning several dozen yuan a month and having fixed food and tickets.

At first, he didn't dare to recognize Zhao Dongchuan when he saw him, but his natural love of making friends made him unable to hold back, so he went up to him and started chatting.

"The New Year is almost here, you should hurry back to Shuangshui Village, your wife and children are waiting for you!"

"Okay, show me what goods you have that I need, and I'll take care of your business! You can go home early too!" Zhao Dongchuan said suddenly.

At least for Sun Shaoan's sake, he had to help his "second-rate" brother-in-law.

When Wang Manyin heard what Zhao Dongchuan said, he was delighted.

Oh, this is a big customer coming.

He then led Zhao Dongchuan to a secluded corner and took out a small black package from a nook.

Wang Manyin opened the package and revealed the contents. The package was filled with all kinds of messy "goods".

"Needles and thread, socks, sheepskin, pig hair, broken bowls, old books..."

Zhao Dongchuan looked at them with some boredom. These were indeed some small things. Suddenly, he saw some scattered small stamps in the corner of the bundle.

He took it curiously and flipped through it.

Seeing that Zhao Dongchuan was interested in the stamps, Wang Manyin introduced them, "I picked them up from unwanted envelopes while traveling all over the country over the years. I plan to take them home and let my cats and dogs use them as paintings! If you like them, take them. They're for you!"

Zhao Dongchuan nodded and said, "These things are quite interesting..."

Suddenly Zhao Dongchuan saw a familiar stamp. He seemed to have seen this style somewhere before.

"Is this 'The Whole Country is Red'? Look at the size of the stamp, this is 'Big Red'!"

He suddenly remembered that in his original life, in the year 18, he had seen a piece of news. He forgot the specific content, but it was about a stamp being sold at an auction for a sky-high price of 1200 million.

At that time, he looked at the stamp with disdain, thinking it was fake news, and just brushed it aside. Later, he heard his colleagues talking about it and realized it was real.

Looking at the stamps in his hand with exactly the same pattern, the same style, and in well-preserved condition, Zhao Dongchuan couldn't help but get excited.

This is really a big bargain!