Zhou Cunzong returned to school with his bag. There were many people living in his dormitory, but he got along well with his roommates.
There aren't many people staying in the county town, since not many people can afford to go to school; most of them are locals from the county town.
They all live at home; they don't live at school at all.
There weren't many students like Zhou Cunzong who came from the lower-level villages to study in the county. So, these few students made up a few dormitories for them.
Zhou Cunzong's dormitory had a lot of people, with 12 people living in one room, which was quite inconvenient due to the cramped conditions.
"Ah Zong, you're back."
Zhou Cunzong is outgoing and quick-witted, and he got along well with everyone in the dormitory.
Regardless of how many groups the 12 people in the dormitory were divided into, everyone had a good relationship with Zhou Cunzong.
Zhou Cunzong greeted everyone with a smile.
"Yeah, I'm back." Zhou Cunzong put his bag on the bed, and another tall boy came up to him and put his arm around his neck. "What good stuff did you bring back, kid?"
"Mom has always been good to you, so you must have brought something nice with you, right?"
This boy had a good relationship with Zhou Cunzong. Although his family was not from the county town, they were from the commune, and his family was well-off.
Every time he gained an advantage from Zhou Cunzong, he would share his own things with him, instead of just taking from him.
Zhou Cunzong grinned and pulled out a plate of stir-fried pickled cabbage. "Here, this is a side dish my mom made for me. It's pickled cabbage and green beans stir-fried together."
Although Zhou Cunzong hadn't eaten it yet, he could tell from the transparent glass bottle that the pickled cabbage and green beans inside were glistening with oil and must be incredibly delicious and perfect with rice.
"Quickly, quick, open it and let us have a taste."
Another boy took out his lunchbox and said, "These are steamed buns my mom made. I brought them with you. You can use this pickled cabbage to eat with the steamed buns."
Only a few people have returned to the dormitory. They know they didn't bring much food, so they didn't wait for the others to eat together.
Moreover, just because Zhou Cunzong has a good relationship with everyone doesn't mean that these two boys have a good relationship with everyone in the dormitory.
"Yes, open it quickly, I also brought some delicious food."
Both boys brought gifts, sharing Zhou Cunzong's treats with him and also sharing their own.
Zhou Cunzong twisted the bottle cap open forcefully, and a pleasant fragrance wafted out, causing the three of them to swallow hard.
I took out my chopsticks and rummaged through the bottle. There was finely chopped cilantro and pickled cowpeas, with a little bit of chili. It wasn't particularly spicy, but it was very fragrant.
The stir-fried pickled cabbage and green beans made the young men very happy, as it was a real treat, and these days, not everyone has oily food all the time.
Zhou Cunzong never expected that the sauerkraut his mother made would be so fragrant and delicious. He felt like he could eat ten big steamed buns and a big bowl of millet porridge.
"Stop eating! I'm not going home until next week. What will I do if I finish eating all this?"
Zhou Cunzong quickly stopped the two who wanted to continue eating and covered the sauerkraut bottle.
As for the mushroom meat sauce, he didn't want to bring it out at all; it was even oilier, much greasier than the stir-fried sauerkraut.
The two boys didn't say much about Zhou Cunzong's "stingy" behavior, but they were just disappointed that they couldn't eat more.
"Auntie's cooking is really good."
The boy who spoke to Zhou Cunzong first was filled with emotion. He had never known that Zhou Cunzong's mother could cook so well, and this pickled cabbage was so delicious with rice.
"Hehe, my mom is really amazing."
After Zhou Cunzong tightened the sauerkraut bottle, he put it in his bag. The person opposite him saw the bottle and warned him, "Be careful where you put it. If someone takes it, you won't have any to eat."
"Exactly, that Zhang Dabao likes to use other people's things. Your sauerkraut is so delicious, be careful he doesn't take it and eat it himself."
Zhang Dabao, who lives in their dorm, likes to use other people's things, like other people's soap and toothpaste. He basically uses them without asking for permission.
Sometimes he would even take other people's food, and not many people in the dormitory liked him.
In other words, Zhou Cunzong had high emotional intelligence and didn't break off relations with the other party.
Anyway, the other people in the dorm had a falling out with Zhang Dabao. If the other dorms weren't full, they would all want Zhang Dabao to move out.
Okay, I understand.
The two jars of side dishes that Zhou Cunzong brought could last him a week. Of course, he basically shared them with the people he was closest to, and he did so for a fee.
We exchange things back and forth; that's how we can maintain this business for a long time.
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When Zhou Qingyun returned from the county town, he rode a tricycle, and the bicycle he borrowed from his older brother was placed in the back of the tricycle.
When he returned on his tricycle, many people ran towards him in shock.
"Fourth Uncle, Fourth Uncle—this is a tricycle, Fourth Uncle—"
"Fourth Uncle, you're amazing! You actually bought a tricycle, Fourth Uncle—"
Zhou Qingyun's tricycle is neither electric nor oil-powered; it's the kind that requires a person to pedal like a bicycle.
Although he really wanted to get an electric tricycle or a gasoline-powered tricycle, he didn't have the means.
There was no battery, no wires, many parts were missing; even the engine was missing.
Therefore, he can only focus on human resources first, and then move on to other things when conditions permit.
The main problem is that there's nowhere to charge electric tricycles. You can't exactly put a solar panel on the entire tricycle to absorb solar energy, can you?
"Fourth Uncle—you actually bought a tricycle!"
Zhou Qingshan's youngest son looked at Zhou Qingyun's tricycle with great delight. Although his family had only three bicycles in the entire brigade, he could sometimes ride his own bicycle as well.
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