Li Ming left happily, as if he was walking on clouds. The fifty yuan weighed heavily in his pocket and in his heart.
Chen Changyuan looked at his receding back with a smile on his face.
Back in the house, Chen Changyuan took out the remaining money from his pocket and counted it carefully. It was 790 yuan in total.
This money was earned through hard work over the past few days, and it is also the capital for his future comeback.
He carefully put the money into a rusty iron box, which he used specifically to hide money. There were already twelve thousand yuan in it. This was his biggest secret after his rebirth.
He hid the iron box in a secret compartment under the bed, and placed a few bricks on top to ensure it was safe. After doing all this, Chen Changyuan breathed a sigh of relief.
Just then, the door creaked open and his mother Fang Suxia walked in.
"Changyuan, you're back? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat?" Fang Suxia asked with concern.
Chen Changyuan quickly stood up, took out two meat buns from his arms and handed them to my mother.
The two steamed buns were wrapped in oil paper, still warm and emitting an enticing aroma.
Through the thin oil paper, you can clearly see the plump meat filling inside, which is greasy and has an attractive luster.
"Mom, I've eaten in the county, and I brought this for you." Chen Changyuan said with a smile.
Fang Suxia took the fire and frowned.
"You kid, you're wasting money again! Food in the county is expensive, why do you have to spend money when you can just eat at home?"
"Mom, I'm not hungry. I bought this especially for you. Please eat it quickly."
Chen Changyuan stuffed the fire into my mother's hands without saying a word.
Fang Suxia still refused to eat, "This... How can I be so embarrassed... It's not easy for you to make money..."
"Mom, don't feel sorry for me. I make money so that you can live a good life. Come, let's have one each."
As Chen Changyuan spoke, he picked up a steamed bun, broke it in half, and handed it to Fang Suxia.
Fang Suxia couldn't persuade him, so she took the steamed bun, took a bite, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
"It smells so good! This meat filling is so filling!"
Chen Changyuan felt warm in his heart as he watched his mother enjoying her meal.
"Mom, if it's delicious, eat more. If it's not enough, I'll buy more."
Fang Suxia smiled and shook her head, "That's enough, this one is enough to fill me up."
Compared to the happy life of the Chen family, there is another place where dark clouds are gathering.
The smoke-filled hut was filled with a pungent smell of dry tobacco.
Zhou Dazhui had a gloomy face and took a deep puff of his cigarette. The sparks in the pipe flickered, illuminating his gloomy face.
He sat on the kang in the village chief's house, looking like a giant Buddha.
"Village Chief, this...this matter cannot be ignored!"
Zhou Dazhu exhaled a puff of smoke, his tone full of resentment.
"That brat Chen Changyuan is becoming more and more arrogant!"
At this moment, the village chief was fiddling with the abacus beads on the kang table with a sad face. The crackling sound was particularly clear in the silent room.
Hearing Zhou Dazhu's words, he sighed and shook his head helplessly:
"Dazhu, you know that the policy has changed. We have to adapt to many things."
"Flexibility? What flexibility?"
Zhou Dazhu slapped his thigh and spoke in a rough voice.
"Chen Changyuan goes hunting every few days, bringing back so much game. He enjoys it all himself, yet doesn't think about the others at all. Isn't this typical selfishness? In the past, when we all worked together, we had to hand in our share of the food. But now, he's secretly hunting on his own, and he doesn't even hand in the money he makes. Isn't this speculation?"
"Oh, my brother Dazhu,"
The village chief put down his abacus with a bitter face. "Speculation and profiteering are no longer a thing these days. The higher-ups say we're encouraging everyone to diversify and develop production. Chen Changyuan's hunting can be considered... a response to that call."
"Responding to the call? Is he responding to the call? He's taking advantage of a loophole! Why didn't he respond to the call when everyone was eating coarse food together? Now that life is better, he's started working on his own. Isn't this typical individualism? There's a serious problem with his ideological awareness! In the past, he would have been criticized!"
Zhou Dazhu became more and more excited as he spoke, and his saliva was flying out.
The village chief waved his hands quickly:
"Brother Dazhu, please keep your voice down! Struggle sessions are no longer allowed. Anyone who does it again will be punished! You know the documents from above have already been sent down."
"Then...then we can't just let him be so arrogant!"
Zhou Dazhu stiffened his neck, his face filled with dissatisfaction. "Why should Chen Changyuan be treated so specially? Is there any law and order left in this village?"
The village chief secretly groaned in his heart, thinking that Zhou Dazhu was really a stubborn guy.
In fact, a document had just been issued from above, saying that all brigades would be abolished and that the household contract responsibility system would be implemented. Chen Changyuan's behavior could not be considered speculation.
But he couldn't say this now. After all, the document had not been officially distributed to the village. If the news leaked out, it would be difficult for him to be the village chief.
"Dazhu,"
The village chief said earnestly, "This matter...this matter I need to think carefully about. You go back first, and I'll think about it and give you an answer, okay?"
Although Zhou Dazhu was unhappy, he knew that now was not the time for a head-on confrontation. He groaned, stood up and left the village chief's house.
The village chief looked at Zhou Dazhu's receding back and sighed deeply.
Life in this world is getting more and more difficult.
He picked up his pipe and started to smoke. Amidst the smoke, his thoughts drifted away.
He vaguely felt that things were about to change in this rural area...
Zhou Dazhu came out of the village chief's house with a gloomy face, like a defeated rooster.
He threw the unfinished cigarette in his hand to the ground, sparks flying everywhere, just like his mood at the moment.
He held his breath, his chest felt tight, and he felt like the whole world was against him.
As soon as he walked to the door of his house, he saw a familiar figure - Xiaoya, his new wife, who was struggling to tie up a bedding roll.
The bedding roll was bulging like a pregnant woman about to give birth, and it looked particularly dazzling in the afterglow of the setting sun.
"What are you doing?" Zhou Dazhu's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, with a hint of coldness.
Xiaoya shuddered, like a frightened little rabbit. She raised her head and looked at him timidly:
"I...I want to go back to my parents' home."
"Going back to my parents' home?"
Zhou Dazhu laughed out of anger.
"Going back to your parents' home? You've only been married for a few days, and you're already thinking about going back to your parents' home. What do you think I, Zhou Dazhu, am I? An inn where you can come and go as you please?"
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