Around 8 p.m., Zhao Ye returned home.

Zhao Ye's parents were both ordinary workers. His father's name was Zhao Jianguo and his mother's name was Wu Chunmei. They both worked at the same television manufacturing plant.

Logically speaking, since both parents are factory workers, their income is not low compared to others, but... Zhao Ye also has two younger sisters and two younger brothers, all of whom are still in school.

The parents' combined income was barely enough to support five children's schooling, putting them under immense pressure.

Therefore, Zhao Ye's life has always been very frugal.

Some time ago, a Hong Kong man took a fancy to his family's ancestral home, a two-courtyard siheyuan, and offered 30,000 yuan to buy it, but Zhao Ye's father, Zhao Jianguo, refused!

Even if descendants fall on hard times, they cannot sell their ancestral home, otherwise they will have no face to face their ancestors.

Although Zhao Ye didn't have the money to start a business, he never even considered taking over the ancestral home.

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"Son, why are you so late today?" Mother Wu Chunmei put down her needlework and asked Zhao Ye. Father Zhao Jianguo also stopped reading the newspaper and looked at Zhao Ye with concern in his eyes.

Their proudest achievement is raising a genius son who has been admitted to the Chinese Academy of Sciences.

This makes them feel especially proud and have a lot of face among their neighbors and friends.

"My boss asked me to go out and take care of something, so I came back a little late," Zhao Ye replied with a smile.

"You must do what the leader asks you to do well, so as to leave a good impression on the leader and thus benefit your future career development!" Zhao Jianguo said, his face serious as always.

Speaking of which, Zhao Ye's ability to enter the Chinese Academy of Sciences at such a young age is not only due to his exceptional talent, but also related to his father's teachings.

As the old saying goes, "A strict teacher produces outstanding students, and a beating produces a filial son."

It was precisely because Zhao Jianguo disciplined Zhao Ye strictly from a young age that Zhao Ye became an outstanding scientific research genius.

In his previous life, Zhao Ye did not understand his father's actions and even harbored some resentment towards his father for being so harsh on him. This feeling lasted for a long time. Then one day, his father was diagnosed with cancer. His body became increasingly emaciated, his hair turned white and fell out, and his face and hands were covered with wrinkles. He was sickly and frail, and it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow him over when he walked.

Zhao Ye finally realized his mistake and, recalling his father's earnest teachings, burst into tears. He longed to hear his father's stern reprimands again, but it was now a distant dream, never to be repeated.

As the saying goes: "The child wishes to care for his parents, but they are no longer there."

Zhao Ye was filled with remorse, and his father's death became a permanent pain in his heart.

Now, Zhao Ye has returned to 1984.

Everything will start anew.

"Yes, I understand!" Zhao Ye nodded to his father, feeling very happy to see his father and mother looking so young.

From now on, I will be the one to support this family.

Zhao Ye made a silent vow in his heart.

"The food is getting cold, hurry up and wash your hands and go eat!" said Zhao Jianguo, the father.

"Okay," Zhao Ye replied, turning and heading towards the kitchen.

Only then did the father, Zhao Jianguo, pick up the newspaper and start reading again.