Fortunately, the journey back was uneventful and nothing went wrong.
Zhao Youcai finally breathed a sigh of relief; he never wanted to see such a troublesome thing as a spy again in his life.
I arrived at the post office immediately, sent a telegram to my youngest son to let him know I was safe, and then picked up the package that I had left ahead of schedule.
As soon as I stepped out of the post office, I saw my third son happily running towards me on his bicycle.
"Dad, you're finally back! My older brother and I have been riding our bicycles here every day to wait for you, afraid we wouldn't be able to bring you home."
After all, they had no idea when Zhao Youcai would return.
Knowing that their father would be away for at least six days, the two brothers started riding their bicycles to town every day from the seventh day onwards to wait for him.
Afraid of missing any news or people from their father, the two brothers each kept watch: one at the main gate of the bus station, and the other at the post office.
After all, the Zhao brothers knew most of the prominent figures in the town.
Even if members of the Zhao family don't recognize all of them, the staff at places like post offices and police stations do.
Zhao Jianhua's thinking was simple: if his father didn't return, he would send them a message or something, and someone from the post office would definitely deliver it to him.
I never expected that the packages I had just sorted would be picked up by my father, who had already returned to town, before they could even be delivered.
Zhao Youcai, who had expected to walk home, was indeed pleasantly surprised when he saw his third son appear.
This means I no longer have to struggle to carry a large suitcase home.
"Let's go home."
Zhao Jianhua smiled and shook his head, "Let's go meet up with my older brother first, and then go back together."
Zhao Jianguo was completely stunned when he saw his father, who was carrying a large box, sitting in the back seat of his third brother's car.
No... He's been guarding the door for over two hours, only going to the restroom briefly, for a minute at most, before Dad came out again.
I should have held it in a little longer.
It makes it seem like I'm being unfilial.
The third son, with his glib tongue, must have flattered his father by saying a lot of things his father wanted to hear.
That's it, all the benefits go to the third brother!
Looking at his two sons, Zhao Youcai couldn't help but feel moved.
In this day and age, when cross-regional communication is still quite troublesome, how can it not warm one's heart to see two people foolishly waiting for each other in two different places?
Seeing the eldest brother glaring at the third brother, and the atmosphere between them clearly tense, Zhao Youcai quickly spoke up: "Alright, alright, you're both grown men, stop putting on this show every day."
"Since the boss is here too, let's go to the meat processing plant first."
As for what I'm going to do, I'm going to buy meat, of course.
It would be best to buy a few pounds of pork ribs and stew a large pot of them with potatoes and glass noodles.
Seeing that Zhao Youcai didn't seem to mind that he hadn't appeared immediately, the eldest brother felt relieved.
"Okay, Dad."
When they arrived at the meat processing plant, the father and his two sons happily bought a large bag of pork ribs. The meat cutter at the plant even gave them a few big pork bones as a bonus.
The three returned laden with their loot, and on the only way back to Zhaojiagou, they encountered the fourth brother, who was waiting for them on a bicycle.
“I was worried that my eldest and third brothers might not have picked up Dad, so I thought I'd wait here. If Dad walks back, I can at least give him a ride so he doesn't get too tired.”
Zhao Youcai was pleasantly surprised to find that his fourth son, who used to be extremely socially anxious, had changed a lot.
"The construction is excellent; keep it up."
Lao Si Xi blushed, a rare occurrence for him to be praised by his father.
The news of Zhao Youcai's high-profile return home quickly spread throughout the entire Zhao Family Village.
Zhao Youcai was still busy sorting handmade soaps and face cream in his room when he heard his eldest daughter-in-law's laughter coming from outside.
"Captain, what brings you here? Did you come especially because you knew my father was coming back?"
Then, with an even louder voice, he shouted towards Zhao Youcai's room, "Dad! The brigade leader has come to see you!"
Zhao Youcai responded, put the sorted items into a small basket, put it back in the cabinet, and came out.
"You're finally back! I was so worried about you."
After all, Zhao Youcai had never traveled far from home, and the captain was worried that something might happen to him and he wouldn't be able to come back.
This is the god of wealth of Zhao Family Village; he can't be allowed to be in trouble, no matter who else is in trouble.
Zhao Youcai smiled and chatted with the brigade leader for a few words, then placed the brown paper package he was holding into the brigade leader's hand.
“I’m not very familiar with Haishi, but I bought some snacks there that are different from what we have here. You can take them back and share them with your family so they can try them out.”
The so-called snacks were nothing more than qingtuan (a type of glutinous rice dumpling) that Zhao Youcai had taken out using his golden finger.
This thing isn't as refined as it is in later generations, but it's roughly the same in appearance.
The captain was a little embarrassed, but he really couldn't bear to put the things back.
"Okay, come over to my house for a drink after you've rested up. Your sister-in-law's cooking has improved a lot."
Zhao Youcai smiled and said he would definitely try it in a few days before seeing the beaming captain off.
Seeing the children gathered around him, how could Zhao Youcai not understand what they were thinking?
He turned around and went back into the room, bringing out a basket full of qingtuan (a type of glutinous rice dumpling).
"Each of you can have two to try, and you can take the rest back to your parents' home."
Zhao Youcai needed to find out their opinion on the qingtuan first. If it was popular, he could add selling qingtuan to his business.
Then, just add a "genuine seafood flavor" label, and you won't have to worry about selling it.
Since it's a local specialty snack not found in the area, it's acceptable to make it as a gift during holidays or festivals.
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