Zhang Cheng deposited the remaining 34,000 yuan into the credit union before it closed for business.

He borrowed paper and pen from a credit union employee, wrote down a note, and stamped it with the village committee's official seal.

Although he and Lao Zhang's family had separated, his household registration had not been transferred out.

Zhang Cheng wanted to take this opportunity to get a new household registration booklet.

Unfortunately, although he and Shi Yangyang got married, they did not register their marriage.

Holding the note, Zhang Cheng went to the police station again.

Su Hao, who was on duty, stared wide-eyed.

"Hey bro, you've made three trips back and forth today, haven't you? Aren't you tired?"

Su Hao asked.

"I'm so tired!"

Zhang Cheng also wanted to get everything done in one trip, but many things happened at once.

"Brother Hao, could you help me transfer my household registration? This is a certificate issued by the village."

Zhang Cheng handed over the stamped slip.

"become!"

Su Hao took the note.

More than half an hour later, Zhang Cheng received his new household registration booklet.

Upon opening it and seeing the name of the homeowner, his lips twitched.

Zhang Hei!

This is his real name.

Zhang Cheng changed his name after joining the army.

He suddenly slapped his forehead, remembering something.

The trademark purchase agreement he signed with Tianyao Company was signed under the name Zhang Cheng.

According to current laws, this contract... appears to be invalid.

Since Zhang Cheng had agreed to sell...

Yang Cheng

Once a trademark is established, there's no going back; it's just something that suddenly comes to mind.

"Brother Hao, I need to trouble you again. I want to change my name."

Su Hao looked helpless and gave a wry smile:

"Brother Zhang, is there anything else you need? Can you just say it all at once?"

"It's all gone, it's really gone this time!"

Zhang Cheng guaranteed.

"Why!"

Su Hao took the household registration booklet and went back to his work.

After struggling for a while, it was finally done at 4:30.

Zhang Cheng, looking apologetic, handed Su Hao a pack of cigarettes.

Before the other party could refuse, he grabbed his household registration booklet, turned around, and rushed out of the police station.

After leaving the police station, Zhang Cheng went to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Since Li Yuanyuan and the others are staying in the county, I should bring some money back to the villagers who helped me get the loan when I return to the village tomorrow.

"Gift"

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The consignment stores also need to replenish their stock.

Zhangjia Village has little land but plenty of farmland. Apart from fruit trees, they can only grow potatoes, corn, and sweet potatoes. They have to buy fine grains.

"Hey bro, Director Zhao's off work!"

Mo Qijing, who was packing her things, saw Zhang Cheng panting and smiled as she spoke.

"You must be exhausted running around all day."

"you do not say!"

Zhang Cheng walked to the counter.

"Sister, I'm here to buy some goods."

Mo Qijing walked behind the counter and picked up a pen and paper:

What would you like to order this time?

"One thousand catties of white rice and five hundred catties of white flour."

Mo Qijing exclaimed, "Wow!"

"Brother, are you sure you can sell all this rice and flour? It'll get infested with rice weevils if you leave it too long."

"Don't worry, sis, it'll definitely sell."

Zhang Cheng gave his guarantee.

Once the consignment store opens, villagers from nearby villages will definitely not need to travel to the county town to buy things.

A few days ago, seventy-three villagers helped Zhang Cheng get a loan.

He decided to give each person a five-yuan bonus, plus five jin of white rice and two jin of white flour, which would amount to ten yuan.

Seventy-three people, which is only seven hundred and thirty yuan.

"Sister, please help me find a few more porters."

Zhang Cheng spoke.

"Okay, I'll ask the neighbors when I get home tonight."

The mountain path is easier to walk on now, and the price isn't as high as last time—five cents per person, including two meals. How about it?

"I'll do whatever you say, sister!"

The next morning, Zhang Cheng went to the supply and marketing cooperative alone without informing Li Yuanyuan and the others.

I talked with Director Zhao

Yang Cheng

Zhang Cheng left the office to discuss the trademark transfer.

At the front shop of the supply and marketing cooperative, six men in their forties had already bundled up the goods.

Zhang Cheng paid the bill at Mo Qijing's place, called out to Dandan, and left the supply and marketing cooperative.

It hasn't rained since the Lunar New Year, and the snow on the mountain roads has melted completely.

Around noon, Zhang Cheng and the porters returned to Zhangjia Village.

Village entrance.

Consignment store.

Aunt Hua sat on a wicker chair by the door, cracking sunflower seeds.

Suddenly, her eyes lit up, she stood up, looked at the figure walking towards her on the path in the distance, and quickly called out:

"Er Gouzi is back! Yangyang, Er Gouzi is back!"

Shi Yangyang ran out of the house quickly.

She was wearing a brand-new floral cotton-padded jacket, with pigtails, and the chilblains on her face had completely healed, making her two small dimples on her cheeks particularly noticeable.

"Aunt Hua, wife, I'm back!"

Zhang Cheng laughed loudly and rushed towards Shi Yangyang at the entrance of the consignment store.

Shi Yangyang exclaimed in surprise, and Zhang Cheng picked her up and spun her around.

Aunt Hua's face beamed with a bright smile as she looked at the load of sunflower seeds coming from behind, and quickly clapped the shells off her hands.

"Brothers, hurry up, bring the stuff inside!"

"Aunt Hua, please go and cook something for us!"

Zhang Cheng held Shi Yangyang and looked at Aunt Hua.

"Okay, I'll go get some finger powder right now!"

Zhang Cheng held Shi Yangyang tightly, with no intention of putting her down.

The six men were too embarrassed to look.

"Hey guys, there's hot water inside, help yourselves!"

Zhang Cheng, with his sharp eyes, spotted the kettle on the counter.

He lowered his head, looked at Shi Yangyang in his arms, grinned, and asked:

"Honey, have you missed me?"

Shi Yangyang's cheeks flushed red, she avoided eye contact, and her voice was barely audible.

"think!"

Zhang Cheng laughed heartily.

My wife's spirits are getting better and better.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law is sick!"

Shi Yangyang suddenly looked up, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, her large, beautiful eyes filled with worry.

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