Li Xiangdong stopped sleeping, refused his third sister's offer to stay, and took the money to leave.

Li Xiangdong's family doesn't own a bicycle, so they have to walk the 30-40 li (15-20 km) journey from Quanshui Village to Lijiapo.

When I have money, I'll definitely buy a bicycle; this is too tiring for my feet.

His third sister saw him off at the gate.

"By the way, Third Sister, I remember there used to be a big landlord in your village, right?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Are you familiar with their family?

"Keep your voice down!" Li Ying tugged at her younger brother and whispered, "Their descendants have either left or married, and now there's only an old lady in her sixties left. She's blind, and sometimes I secretly help her with some chores, like bringing her leftover eggplants and cucumbers."

"Okay, Third Sister, please take good care of the old lady," Li Xiangdong instructed, then hurriedly left.

Third Sister didn't know why Li Xiangdong would care about the big landlord in their village and even asked her to take good care of him. She was also worried about how Li Xiangdong would spend the hundred yuan. After thinking it over, she still didn't know what the boy was up to, so she just agreed without thinking.

Li Xiangdong began to plot his next move. This old lady was quite remarkable; in her previous life, she lived to be over ninety years old before passing away peacefully.

As soon as she died, her grandchildren from overseas and other provinces all came back.

It is said that a box of small yellow croakers was left by the ancestors and buried in the courtyard of the ancestral house before the land reform. Because it was buried deep, it was well hidden.

Several people came to dig up this box of small yellow croakers, so two excavators were brought in. They dug three feet into the ground and actually found them.

The old lady's dutiful sons and grandsons picked up the small yellow croakers and left, completely ignoring the junk she left in the house.

Li Xiangdong wasn't after that box of small yellow croakers; he just heard that a connoisseur from the south had taken away one of the old lady's pillows.

That pillow sold for two million in Yanjing City.

That was two million in the year 2000!

How much did houses cost per square meter in Huichuan County back then?

One thousand yuan!

Later, Li Xiangdong, who was living a good life, also enjoyed studying Ming and Qing furniture and antiques in his spare time. He heard from a friend that the old customer had overpaid and that the porcelain pillow was a genuine Yuan blue and white porcelain!

It's worth noting that in 2005, a Yuan Dynasty blue-and-white porcelain jar depicting Guiguzi descending the mountain fetched a staggering price of over 200 million yuan at auction!

Porcelain jars are common, but Yuan blue and white porcelain pillows are extremely rare!

Thinking of this, Li Xiangdong felt a surge of excitement.

This was also the first pot of gold he earned in his entrepreneurial life.

As for whether this was a disguised form of taking someone else's property, Li Xiangdong did not think so.

If the old lady didn't know the value of this Yuan blue-and-white porcelain pillow, Li Xiangdong would take good care of her until the end of her life after buying it.

If the old lady knew that the value of the Yuan blue-and-white porcelain pillow far exceeded that box of small yellow croakers, why didn't she tell her filial sons and grandsons?

Perhaps decades of loneliness and hardship had chilled her heart.

Then he would slowly warm the old lady's heart. Anyway, his third sister had laid a good foundation for him, Li Xiangdong thought to himself.

Li Xiangdong did not go home after leaving Quanshui Village. He continued to walk southwest along the main road, his destination being Lanshui Village, which was ten miles away.

Like Quanshui Village, Lanshui Village is located in the eastern part of Huichuan County. The village has a lot of farmland. Today, Li Xiangdong is looking for Feng Yucai, a Shanghai educated youth who was sent to work in Lanshui Village.

Feng Yucai is 21 years old this year. He is 1.75 meters tall, has a 3/7 parted hairstyle, a fair complexion, and always wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses. He has a temperament that rural people do not have.

If Li Xiangdong were to describe this quality, it would be what people later commonly referred to as "oily," like creamy butter.

Although Feng Zhiqing did not meet Li Xiangdong's aesthetic standards for men who were masculine, handsome, tall, and strong, he was still very popular among the young women and wives.

In her past life, Feng Zhiqing had a love triangle with the village chief's sister-in-law and the daughter of the supply and marketing cooperative director.

Although the daughter of the supply and marketing cooperative director interfered in the normal relationship between Feng Zhiqing and the village chief's sister-in-law, the higher-ranking official always prevailed, and in the end, the daughter of the supply and marketing cooperative director still came out on top.

Later, a series of hilarious and absurd stories unfolded after they returned to the city. Otherwise, how could Li Xiangdong have known about Feng Zhiqing and chosen him as an important pawn in this plan, given how far away they were? It was all because of Feng Zhiqing's extraordinary talent of "passing through a sea of ​​flowers without a single petal sticking to him."

"This is immoral. As a Shanghai youth sent to the countryside for training, I have always followed Chairman Mao's teachings to make a difference on this vast land..."

His eyes gleamed behind his gold-rimmed glasses, and he talked incessantly.

Li Xiangdong interrupted him, "Fifty yuan a day, I'll give you another ten yuan for dinner and a movie."

Feng Zhiqing hesitated for a moment, "What if she becomes attached to me later?"

Li Xiangdong smiled slightly, "Brother Feng, just this once, you won't lose out. It's sixty yuan, you know. Besides, treating your savior to a movie and a meal doesn't mean anything."

"When will you give me the money?" Feng Zhiqing was tempted.

"After it was done, at the entrance of the Huichuan County Supply and Marketing Cooperative."

"Deal!" Anyway, I won't get the fifty, but I can still earn enough to go to the movies and have a big meal.

After giving Feng Zhiqing ten yuan, Li Xiangdong rushed straight to Wulipu, arriving at Wulipu just as the sun was about to set.

Based on his memories from his previous life, Li Xiangdong found Shi Fengfeng's house.

What comes into view is still the wall made of corn stalks, two drafty doors made of wide bamboo strips tied with wire, and two mud-brick houses that are about to collapse.

Even in this day and age, without exorbitant dowries or demands for outright purchase of cars and houses, it would still be very difficult for such families to find wives.

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