This isn't a lie to Director Wu; he really has something to do there. He already discussed it with the town mayor yesterday.

It's worth noting that Xie Quanli left behind a sum of money in the army, which wouldn't arrive until the end of the year. If it's just being sent over, then this is simply a matter of handing it over.

But now that he's going to see his uncles and elders beforehand, taking the town mayor on a trip there will bring him a lot more to his name. Sure enough, when he came to get the certificate yesterday and mentioned it, the town mayor agreed to accompany him today to contact the relevant people there.

When he arrived, two cups of tea had already been brewed in the office. Even before Xie Ming finished speaking, the town mayor knew he had been transferred.

So he asked casually, and Xie Ming casually answered about what happened that morning.

The two sides immediately gained a new understanding, and the town mayor asked him to write the article he had written that morning silently. As a result, Xie Ming got a freelance writing job.

He also shared his experiences working at the food factory and suggested that he write about it in conjunction with the town's development efforts, then submit it to the newspaper.

The mayor immediately perked up. Their short chat turned into a long conversation, and the long conversation into a discussion. Fortunately, they had previously mentioned that "pulling strings" would take a lot of time, so they had cleared out the morning and noon, otherwise they really wouldn't have had the time.

It wasn't until after work in the afternoon, when the office director came to call a meeting, that the town mayor reluctantly let him go. Xie Ming stood up to thank him for his care and help before hurriedly leaving the town government.

He hopped on his bicycle and smiled. "Xie Jinzhu, Xie Yinzhu, let's see how you two will ever be the 'little tyrants' of Changgang Village again!"

For the next week, Xie Ming was extremely busy. Government departments, three factories, and three schools from the town all came to the food factory to learn about the "National Day publicity" work.

The food factory also seemed particularly prestigious because of the constant flow of people coming and going; people would often mention it when they went out: "Our factory's Xie Ming is like this, like that..."

Unexpectedly, a group of people from the county also came to visit, and Xie Ming became famous. Several units were interested in transferring him away.

While things were going very well for him, Xie Laowai's family was in complete chaos.

Ever since they discovered their entire family had returned from the future, they've been sorting through their current situation. They found they needed to repay a debt. However, the worldly-wise Xie Laowai family no longer held any reverence for 2,000 yuan.

When the village head and secretary saw that Xie Laowai hadn't gone to work the next day, they came to his house with the accountant to collect the debt. Still disoriented, they didn't realize the seriousness of the situation and readily agreed to pay all the debts. They begged Xie Laowai to hand over the money. The remaining 1,000 yuan was given as an IOU.

Apart from Xie Laowai, who was heartbroken and sobbing, everyone else believed that the hole in their house would be plugged soon.

After everyone left, the family sat down and realized something was wrong. This was still the early 1970s; where were they going to get money later?

Even if you have great skills, you still need to be alive to earn them! After that, the whole family was shrouded in gloom, and no one had a smile on their face.

"Dad! What should we do about this?" Xie Quanfu had been a "patriarch" for decades and had completely shed his rural old man persona, now full of the habits of a pampered old man.

"What to do? What to do? I haven't enjoyed a single day of happiness and I still have to clean up your messes." Xie Laowai listened to the seven days of prosperity and glory, but unfortunately he died after Xie Ming and never saw anything.

Old Lady Xie wiped away her tears without saying a word. She was indeed happy to be young again and not have to lie in a hospital bed!

But she couldn't take it after only two days of work. As she got older, she didn't develop any serious illnesses, just functional decline. Her so-called "lying in bed" was really just a period of recuperation.

Four or five caregivers keep her company 24 hours a day, chatting and serving her. They can also hit or scold her if they are unhappy.

That was the life of a wealthy wife that she never dared to dream of! She also complained every day about why she wasn't younger, because now that her husband was gone, she didn't even have the chance to find someone to marry in her later years.

But to her surprise, heaven actually sent her back, but the work in the fields is truly exhausting! She can't possibly endure that kind of hardship now!

“Father, Mother, we still need to find Xie Ming for this matter.” It was Zhao Erya who spoke. Ever since her daughter went to university, the four words “rural woman” had begun to say goodbye to her.

She's plastered with compliments like "blessed person," "entrepreneur's mother-in-law," "the richest man's mother," and "leader XX's mother." The more glorious her future, the less she wants to go back to the past.

In Xie Laowai's family, Xie Ming undoubtedly held the lowest status at this moment. Zhao Erya, despite being an elder, wasn't much better off. She could only find a sense of superiority in Xie Ming.

How could she possibly bear going from being adored by thousands to being reduced to the bottom of the food chain!

"Go find Xie Ming. Are you sure you can still control him?" Xie Quanfu hated his wife to the core. If it weren't for her relentless torment of Xie Ming, he wouldn't have died so young. His family had become wealthy in the 1980s, and they certainly didn't need to worry about such a small amount of money. They wouldn't have let their nephew die of illness like that.

These past few days, they've all known in their hearts that Xie Ming, who had been so powerful in the village a few days ago, was also a Xie Ming who had returned from the shadows. He's here for revenge! Look at the first move he made; it pinned the Xie family to the ground, preventing them from getting back up for four or five years.

This is a fight to the death!

"Is it my fault? You all saw that you didn't interfere~" Zhao Erya still had the arrogance of her past life, and shouted out the matter.

"Slap!" Xie Quanfu slapped her across the face. Are there some things that can't be said?

Everyone present understood that the most valuable asset Xie Ming's father left behind wasn't the money he had, but his network of connections.

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