Chapter 538: Building an Empire

"To express my gratitude to you, I will share the method that Cao taught me to use the Rubik's Cube to train my memory.

I hope it will be useful to you." Di Guoliang said sincerely.

When he found that this method was really useful, he consulted Cao Yuda, and only after getting the latter's consent did he share the method for this reason.

Di Guoliang felt that every aspect of his body could be strengthened and developed through exercise. For example, with his muscles, at the age of thirteen, he was able to knock down a group of adults.

Then memory can be improved amazingly through daily training.

Not only did he think so, he also smiled and talked to himself in front of the camera.

“In fact, everyone should have discovered that children have very strong memories. For example, when they are two or three years old, they change a lot every day, and suddenly one day they can have a normal conversation with you.

But later on, we all didn't need to remember a lot of things, and our memory weakened, just like the muscles in my body. If I didn't continue to exercise, it would surely disappear slowly.

So, after I teach you the method, let’s persist and make progress together every day!”

Everyone was a little excited. They first found a pen and paper and put them on the TV cabinet to avoid missing the key content.

Di Guoliang did not return to the Zhong family immediately, but went to the bank to deposit the money into the passbook.

This is because Di's mother was afraid that he would be wronged outside, so she secretly left some money for him. For children from the city who go to live in the countryside, the program team does not allow the young guests to bring extra change, but for children from the countryside who go to live in the city, there are no such strict requirements.

However, Di Guoliang never thought of using the money, after all, he knew it was not easy for his mother to raise him alone. And he also planned to save the 500 yuan for Zhong Kangle.

He felt that with these few hundred dollars, plus his brother's ability to earn money by doing odd jobs, as long as he was frugal, he would be able to finish high school and completely break away from this family.

Di Guoliang couldn't help but sigh when he thought of this. Even if he conquered the country for his younger brother, would he be able to keep it?

Thinking about what I have been through these days, I can really write a melodramatic ethics drama filled with all kinds of schemes!

When he went around and brought the ginger and salt back home, the Zhong family looked at him with resentment, resentment and helplessness.

But they just can't express it openly.

There was a not-so-obvious slap mark on Zhong Meixin's not-so-fair face, and the tip of her nose was flushed from crying.

Di Guoliang pretended not to know and asked curiously, "Hey, haven't you set up the dinner yet? Are you really waiting for me to buy ginger and salt?"

"Set it up right away," Aunt Zhong curled her lips and pulled Zhong Meixin to set up the sumptuous meals one by one.

Aunt Zhong pretended to wash the child's hands and pretended not to see anything and went away.

Di Guoliang took off his backpack with a smile and hung it on the clothes rack at the door. He took the things to the kitchen, rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands, and sat next to Pei Donggang.

A rich harvest of food consisting of salted green fish and winter bamboo shoots, four-happiness roasted gluten, meat wrapped in tofu skin, salted braised pork, a basket of fried food, a tray of salted peanuts and cooked yam and sweet potato, a pot of hot and sour shredded tripe soup, and a pot of crystal white rice.

The meat and vegetables are all placed in exquisite sets of plates and bowls. Even the baskets and drawers have an artistic feel. Even the tablecloths are made of plastic material with dark patterns and lace edges. It makes you feel like you are in a high-end restaurant, with every detail being exquisite.

The table at home was not big and could accommodate seven or eight people, so the four men in the family, Old Mrs. Zhong, Di Guoliang and a few boys who could eat by themselves sat at the table, while the women and the girls ate inside the house.

However, the table in the Zhong family is not the one with a hinge like the one in Uncle Wei's house. The soup and rice are placed on the left and right sides of Di Guoliang, with a plate of four-happiness roasted gluten in front of him, a bumper harvest in the middle of the table, and the meat and vegetables are all on the opposite side.

The Xia Chinese are very particular about etiquette, especially when dining with guests. One of the more important points is that you cannot stand up to pick up food, or even cross your arms to pick up food.

Di Guoliang raised his eyebrows and asked in surprise.

"Hey, does our family still have the idea of favoring boys over girls?"

The boys who were sitting obediently at the dinner table, staring at the meat with salivating eyes and waiting for their elders to tell them to eat, couldn't help but tremble all over and lowered their heads subconsciously.

"No way, how could that be!" Old man Zhong retorted with a sullen face.

"We city people don't like such foolish things. You are our little guest. We are afraid that it will be boring for you to have dinner with adults, so we let the boys in the family accompany you."

Di Guoliang said "oh".

Anyway, the audience already knows what kind of people the Zhong family is, so no matter what Old Man Zhong says, everyone will just think he is making things up.

Old man Zhong coughed softly, his face became excited, and he began his speech as the head of the family. He first sighed about the wonderful life in front of him, thanked the organization, thanked Comrade Mao, thanked the countless soldiers who shed their blood, thanked the leaders of Shanghai, and thanked the leaders of the factory for their leadership.

Then he talked about the contribution of each person in the family. The Zhong family listened carefully, and when their names were called, they excitedly stood up with their chests and heads held high and gave a short three-part speech.

The others applauded enthusiastically from time to time and looked at Di Guoliang in a daze.

The third part is that Mr. Zhong talks about things that are worth boasting about when he was young.

The children's ears have been callused from hearing these words so much that they naturally don't like to hear them, but they dare not pick up their chopsticks without the adults' orders.

When Old Man Zhong was taking another sip of water to moisten his throat, Di Guoliang said unceremoniously, "Grandpa, the food is getting cold. How are you going to eat with a belly full of water?

If you have anything to say, let’s talk after we finish eating. These seafood will have a strong fishy smell once they get cold. Isn’t it a waste of Second Aunt’s hard work? "

Old man Zhong looked particularly unhappy.

He felt that his authority as the head of the family was challenged, especially by a child from the countryside who was standing in for his unwelcome grandson, and he was interrupted during a live broadcast!

"What? Grandpa is old and doesn't want to listen to me because I'm nagging you?

Or do you think that the good life you have now has nothing to do with the organization's leadership?"

Di Guoliang waved his hands repeatedly, with a bitter face: "Grandpa, I'm just worried about your health. Seafood should be eaten while it's hot to avoid damaging the spleen and stomach.

I will always remember my gratitude to the organization. Shouldn't I study hard and enter a military academy to serve the motherland in the future?

Besides, my father died for the country. As his only son, I must have a high spiritual level. Please don’t blindly accuse me of this.”

Old Man Zhong was choked. He almost forgot that this country boy had a special identity. His father was a martyr, so he couldn't say harsh words to him easily.

It was Aunt Zhong who smiled and said, "Dad, let's talk while we eat. Look how anxious these kids are."

(End of this chapter)