Zhao Jianfei didn't understand why his father suddenly had the idea of ​​buying a house in Haishi, since he still had to go back to his hometown.

Could it be that his father loves him so deeply that he can't bear to see him wandering alone in a foreign land with nothing?

After all, having your own house is like having a place to live.

As for why the old father didn't just say it was to buy a house for him, it must be because over the years, he had only known how to take and not how to give back, which had hurt his father's feelings.

Adding to the fact that my father got angry and lost his temper during the last family division dispute, he's now too embarrassed to say he's forgiven me.

Zhao Jianfei imagined it for a while, and suddenly his eyes turned red, looking like he was about to cry.

Zhao Youcai was annoyed by what he saw. In his life, the thing he hated most, besides women crying, was men crying.

"Shut up! I'm perfectly fine, are you trying to send me away by crying and whining?"

Zhao Youcai didn't even plan to take a half-hour break at this moment, and walked outside with his hands behind his back.

Zhao Jianfei quickly wiped away his tears with his sleeve, took a padlock and locked the door from the outside, then followed closely behind Zhao Youcai.

This isn't my hometown, and the dialect is different from here.

If my elderly father gets lost while out alone, he might not understand directions, and he might not be able to find his way home even if he only listens and guesses.

Zhao Youcai heard footsteps behind him and knew without turning his head that it was his youngest son following him.

I first went to the supply and marketing cooperative to see if there was anything that could be purchased without receipts, just with money.

Ideally, it should be something different from what's available back home—something practical, eye-catching, and unlike anything you've ever seen before.

Unfortunately, the final result disappointed Zhao Youcai. The products sold by the supply and marketing cooperative were essentially no different from those sold by the supply and marketing cooperative in his hometown. They were all rice, flour, cooking oil, cloth, vegetables, and the like.

Zhao Jianfei was quite perceptive and immediately saw through his father's true purpose for the trip.

"Dad, I'll take you to a good place."

Rare and unusual items are certainly not displayed in conspicuous places for trading. Although Zhao Jianfei has not been in Haishi for long, he has mastered the language skills of speaking to people in a way that is appropriate for them.

Zhao Jianfei knew exactly where the black market was in Haishi and who had set up small trading points in their homes.

After leading Zhao Youcai through the narrow alleys until Zhao Youcai was dizzy and almost nauseous, they finally arrived at a dark door.

Zhao Youcai's lips twitched. This was the house diagonally opposite his youngest son's rented house, just two streets away.

The whole courtyard smells of osmanthus, could it be a place that sells osmanthus cakes?

I don't know how long this thing will last. What if it breaks down on the road? Wouldn't that be a complete waste of money?

Just when Zhao Youcai thought that if they really sold osmanthus cake, he would only buy a few pieces to try it out.

After all, I don't like sweet things. These days, all sweetness comes from sugar, and honey is very expensive.

To Zhao Youcai's surprise, although the whole house was filled with the fragrance of osmanthus, it had nothing to do with osmanthus cake.

"Hey, isn't this Little Zhao? What brings you here?"

Zhao Youcai understood the gist of the conversation and guessed that the question was probably asking, "Why are you here?"

Zhao Jianfei walked over with a smile, exchanged a few simple pleasantries with the lady of the house, and then gently tugged at his father's sleeve with a smile.

"Auntie, this is my dad. He came here today specifically to buy some local specialties to take back as gifts for his family. I was thinking that your handmade soap is especially good; it cleans clothes very well and has a sweet osmanthus scent. I'm sure his family will love it."

The woman's eyes crinkled with delight at the compliment, and she quickly beckoned the father and son to walk into the storeroom.

Zhao Jianfei quietly translated for his elderly father, "Their handmade soaps are exceptionally good; one bar can last a long time. And they don't spoil even after a long time, making them great for personal use or as a gift."

After clarifying the price, Zhao Youcai bought a whole box without hesitation.

With the money he earned from selling fabric, doing business with several factories, and receiving bonuses, Zhao Youcai is now quite well-off.

In his opinion, the price of this handmade soap was very reasonable, and no coupons were required. Compared to the soap bars sold by the supply and marketing cooperative that had little to no scent, this one had a clear advantage in both scent and size.

Thinking about how dry it is back home all year round, and how my daughters-in-law often do rough work, their faces and fingers are particularly prone to dryness and peeling.

Zhao Youcai was unusually thoughtful, thinking that since the other party had even bought handmade soap, perhaps they also had face cream or something similar.

Sure enough, she actually made dozens of jars.

The reason we didn't advertise it like we do handmade soap is because the production of face cream is more complicated and the price is higher.

Those who buy her things are all neighbors and friends, or even if they aren't, they are repeat customers who have been buying from her for many years.

What if the other party tries to lower the price? If you lower the price, you won't make any money; if you don't lower the price, the other party might not buy anything next time.

Zhao Youcai bought ten more jars of face cream before finally directing his son to leave with a large box, completely satisfied.

Zhao Jianfei originally thought he would have to take the things home, but he never expected that his father would ask him to lead the way to the post office.

Zhao Youcai thought about the hardship of traveling for dozens of hours by train, with people coming and going on the train, and how he had to carefully watch over his belongings to make sure they weren't lost, which made him feel terrible.

If it weren't for the fact that the warehouse couldn't hold any non-Golden Finger products, Zhao Youcai would have insisted on using the warehouse to pack everything back.

However, things didn't go as planned, so Zhao Youcai had to come up with another idea.

As the saying goes, things that can be solved with money are minor issues.

If you have money in your pocket, and it's worth spending, then spend it!

So Zhao Youcai spent a lot of money to buy several stamps, watching the post office staff pack his things layer by layer.

Zhao Youcai gave his address, and after watching the post office clerk fill it out and stamp it several times, he left satisfied.

Zhao Jianfei thought he could at least keep two bars of the handmade soap, but it turned out he was wrong.

However, he quickly came to terms with it, since buying handmade soap was quite convenient for him.

It's good to send them all back; sending so many will last us a long time.

If my father wants to buy handmade soap again next time, he will definitely write to tell me.

By then, I certainly won't be as strapped for cash as I am now.

Seeing that there were hardly any people on the street, Zhao Youcai couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.

It was truly an era of hardship; there wasn't even a pancake stall on the street.

Suddenly I just want to go home; it's so lively at home.

Zhao Youcai returned to his room and fell asleep immediately, completely unaware that his youngest son had quietly left the house while he was asleep.

When Zhao Youcai woke up again, he saw Zhao Jianfei standing at the head of the bed, bending over, his head very close, almost touching his own, his face full of excitement.

Zhao Youcai was so frightened he almost jumped out of his skin, and instinctively threw a punch—

"Aww!"