"What a coincidence."
"I'll treat myself like an orphan, always trying to leech off my stepson. I'm done serving him!"
After saying this, Du Jianshan kicked open the courtyard gate without turning his head.
They hadn't gone far when a golden light flashed, and they found themselves in a vast expanse of land, hundreds of acres in size.
The sun shines brightly overhead, the soil is soft and fertile underfoot, and a clear spring gurgles and splashes in the distance.
"This is... the rewarded spiritual spring space?"
Du Jianshan was overjoyed. He reached out and cupped a handful of spring water. As soon as he touched his lips, all his fatigue vanished.
"Great! I have a space and a spiritual spring. In this life, I will definitely live a life worthy of being called a human being."
After wandering around the space for a while, Du Jianshan had an idea and returned to the outside of the family compound.
The night was still the same night, the wind was still the same wind, but Du Jianshan now held a heavy ear of wheat in his hand.
He grinned.
With his damn cheat code, why would he want to be a labor camp inmate!
He didn't want to stay in this awful place anymore, lest he be morally blackmailed by his own mother and disgusted by his stepbrother and stepfather all the time!
He's quitting the job as a worker. The thought of that bastard Li Fuqiang flaunting his worker position in his past life makes him feel unlucky!
With that time, I'd rather go to the countryside.
Anyway, he has the spiritual field. Isn't it better for him to be a local tycoon in the countryside than to be a screwdriver in the city?
Du Jianshan gathered the wheat ears into his storage space and headed towards the street office.
These days, young people who can't stay in the city either stay at home and sponge off their parents, or sign up to go to the countryside to support rural development.
He, who had fallen out with his family, took the opportunity of being sent to the countryside as an educated youth to run away!
Wang Jianjun from the neighborhood office was dozing off when Du Jianshan slammed his hand on the table: "Uncle Wang, sign me up! I'm going to support the border region in southern Xinjiang!"
Wang Jianjun jumped up in surprise: "What's wrong with you, kid? Life in southern Xinjiang is really tough..."
It's rare to see people voluntarily going to the countryside, let alone to southern Xinjiang.
There are many snakes, rats, insects and ants over there, and it's thousands of miles away. Even if you go there, you might not be able to come back.
This kid actually wants to volunteer?
"Southern Xinjiang!" Du Jianshan grinned. "The farther the better!"
"Quickly write down my name! Yes, the sooner I go to the countryside, the better. I can't wait to contribute to my country!"
Having spent most of his past life operating a sewing machine, he felt that even going to the South China Sea, let alone the southern border, would be paradise!
Go far away, lest this family catch you and cause you trouble!
Wang Jianjun shook his head, took out the registration book, and wrote down Du Jianshan's name: "The train is early tomorrow morning, don't be late."
Du Jianshan grinned after receiving the rural allowance.
Once the name is registered, no matter how much trouble the Li family causes, that grandson Li Fuqiang will have to go to jail!
After leaving the subdistrict office, Du Jianshan touched the worker quota introduction letter in his pocket.
This was something his own father risked his life for, and now it's become a hot potato.
With the worker quota introduction letter in his hand, Du Jianshan turned and headed towards the black market.
These days, reselling quotas is illegal, but he can't care about that.
Anyway, he's going to the countryside tomorrow, so who can chase him all the way to southern Xinjiang to catch him?
Just as I turned the corner around the factory wall, I ran right into that old dog, Li Guodong.
Just as I turned out of the alley, I bumped into Li Guodong.
The old guy was wearing a steel mill uniform, smoking a cigarette, and bragging to someone.
The moment he saw Du Jianshan, his face turned as red as a donkey's.
"You little brat, you still know how to come back?" Li Guodong sneered, a cigarette dangling from his lips. "Did you sign the confession? Fuqiang is waiting for news."
Du Jianshan rolled his eyes and was about to walk around.
"Stop right there!" Li Guodong grabbed his arm, spitting all over his face. "I'm talking to you! Are you deaf?"
A few idlers peeked out from the alley entrance to watch the commotion.
Du Jianshan shook off his hand: "Spit it out."
Li Guodong was taken aback by this attitude, and almost dropped his cigarette.
Normally, this stepson acts like a mouse before a cat when he sees him. Has he taken the wrong medicine today?
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