The thought of being woken up from a deep sleep by equally loud snoring from both sides of his body, at different frequencies, made Zhao Youcai feel increasingly exhausted.
I don't know if the guesthouse still has any rooms reserved, even a single room would be fine if I paid for it myself.
Unfortunately, Zhao Youcai's last hope was also dashed.
There's nothing we can do; the guesthouse is only so big.
There weren't this many people at the last Thousand Harvest Festival; if you split into two groups, you could make room for a few single rooms.
This time, there were so many people that if a few more came, they would have to sleep on the floor in the lobby. This is the only guesthouse that is surrounded and protected by the military.
Zhao Youcai had no choice but to accept his fate and, somewhat dejected, voluntarily became the filling in the sandwich.
The worst thing is not being kept awake by the snoring of two people, but two people fighting and shoving each other.
We were all tired after such a long train ride, so we quickly washed up and went to sleep.
They slept soundly until early the next morning, when the three of them went downstairs for breakfast.
Zhao Youcai had long wanted to try what douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) tasted like.
Although I had often traveled to Beijing before my time travel, I had never actually tried douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), which is said to be a terrible thing.
He had originally planned to try the authentic Beijing-style fermented mung bean juice after his next holiday, but before he could do anything, he had already transmigrated.
The thought of drinking douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) seems like a distant dream these days. After all, going out requires a letter of introduction and a set return date. Food and drink all need ration coupons, which is quite annoying.
Now that there's a chance to have free breakfast and free douzhi (fermented mung bean juice), how could anyone not be happy?
Zhao Youcai hummed an unknown tune and happily rushed towards the guesthouse canteen. When Factory Director Niu and Factory Director Ma saw Zhao Youcai carrying a bowl of soy milk, they both froze on the spot, looking like they were about to break.
They just couldn't understand why outsiders would like this smell, which was exactly like a dishcloth washed with dishwater.
Zhao Youcai is a pervert!
Zhao Youcai took a small sip with great excitement, and then—
"Tch!"
Damn it! How did such a awful-tasting stuff get passed down for decades?!
Zhao Youcai put down the bowl of soy milk with trembling hands, his face full of unspeakable sorrow.
Although wasting food is shameful, not finishing the fermented mung bean juice shouldn't count as waste, right?
"Some people just don't know their own limitations. Things in Beijing aren't something that some poor country bumpkin from a remote mountain village can afford."
Zhao Youcai raised an eyebrow; he really wanted to throw all that unpalatable soy juice on that annoying face.
After all, neither douzhi (fermented mung bean juice) nor that despicable man is popular, so they are definitely a perfect match.
Zhao Youcai had only thought about this matter for a moment, but the hot-tempered Factory Director Ma, who was beside him and would fight a dog at the sight of one, was not happy.
She raised her hand, picked up the bowl of fermented mung bean juice that Zhao Youcai had pushed aside, and splashed it across the man's face.
"Then please accept this, Young Master Lü from the wealthy family in Beijing. Old Niu, report the Lü family's bureaucratic behavior and their disrespect for the people that our country is determined to protect."
It's so annoying with all this nagging. It's just about labeling someone; anyone can do that!
Zhao Youcai was also surprised that Factory Director Ma could do such a brilliant thing in front of so many people. He thought that there should be more of these kinds of activities where he could watch the excitement without having to lift a finger.
"What's all the fuss about? Hurry up and finish breakfast so you can go to the Qianhui Festival venue to draw lots for your exhibition area. You also need to decorate your own exhibition area and display case. Time is tight and the task is heavy, so don't cause any trouble!"
The one who suddenly spoke up was Battalion Commander Cao, who had just finished reporting the news to the military region and hadn't even had time to sleep.
Young Master Lü was furious. If he couldn't see that the man surnamed Cao was biased towards that peasant Zhao Youcai, he would change his name!
"Fine, you all just wait and see!"
Zhao Youcai muttered to himself, "Why didn't they say that classic villain line, 'I'll definitely be back'?"
After all, in a certain classic wolf and sheep animation, the wolf who often comes up with inventions and has a scar on his face that looks like he forgot to remove his stitches after surgery always adds the line "I will definitely come back!" every time he flies into the sky and turns into a star.
Zhao Youcai and the others did not continue talking. Instead, they quietly sped up their eating, placed their empty bowls and plates in the designated spot, and then left the guesthouse canteen. They went back to their rooms to get some things, then boarded a special car at the guesthouse entrance and headed straight for the meeting venue.
Zhao Youcai was also surprised to see a very familiar person as soon as he arrived at the entrance of the Thousand Ears Festival venue.
"Old Zhao?"
"Old Zhang? What are you doing here?"
The old Zhang standing in front of Zhao Youcai was none other than the original owner of the house he bought in Shanghai.
"Oh my! I never expected that we would have such a coincidence to meet in Beijing."
Zhao Youcai was very puzzled. He had heard that the Zhang couple had been taken away by their daughter, but hadn't they said that their daughter was in the Northwest?
As if he understood Zhao Youcai's doubts, Old Zhang walked up to Zhao Youcai with a smile and lowered his voice.
“My son-in-law’s job was reassigned, so the whole family came to Beijing. This year, my daughter is the supervisor at the dispatch station for the Thousand Ears Festival. My husband and his mother are helping to take care of the children at home, my father-in-law and son-in-law work in the military region, and I can’t stay idle, so I came here to work as a patrolman.”
Zhao Youcai had been educated on many things about the Thousand Ears Festival by Factory Director Niu and Factory Director Ma.
For example, the supervisor at the Thousand Ears Festival is similar to a receptionist or a work station in a tourist attraction.
The staff at the Chiho Festival dispatch center are all outstanding in appearance, have excellent personalities, and are proficient in one or two foreign languages.
Those who can reach the position of supervisor must be proficient in at least four foreign languages.
In addition to managing their emotions, they also have the important responsibility of translation and facilitating collaborative projects.
"Wow, my daughter is even more outstanding than you said before!"
These days, there aren't many people who can speak several foreign languages. After all, compulsory education hasn't been widespread yet, and not many people can even read, let alone speak foreign languages.
"Haha, we can talk about it in detail another time. I have to go now, so please call me if you need any help."
Zhao Youcai smiled and nodded, watching Lao Zhang and several other people dressed in the same clothes and wearing red armbands leave.
As the crowd grew larger and larger, Zhao Youcai was getting impatient when finally a piercing, sharp sound rang out.
Everyone looked up toward the sound and saw a woman holding a megaphone, who looked about 70% like Old Zhang, standing on the platform.
"Hello comrades, I am Zhang Aihua, the dispatcher for this year's Thousand Ears Festival."
Everyone was very accommodating, and applause immediately followed Zhang Aihua's words.
The woman on stage raised her hand and gestured for silence before picking up the megaphone again and speaking:
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