The Beginning of the World: Going to the Countryside as an Educated Youth

The sound of the loud speaker coming from the village entrance made Zhao Dongchuan lose his sleepiness. He finally wanted to give himself a day off, to relax for a while and sleep in, but he didn't expect that he couldn't do it.

Time passed quickly and it was already Cold Dew. He had not gone anywhere else during these days. Except for the National Day when he went to Yuanxi County to have a big dinner to celebrate, he stayed in Shuangshui Village for the rest of the time and finished writing the last part of the novel.

It was rare that he persisted in writing, and finally he completed this book "Yellow Earth". In fact, this book can no longer be regarded as the original work. Except that the general plot is similar to the one in the original world, many other details and storylines are constantly modified by him based on the routines he saw in some TV dramas in later generations.

Although he couldn't write, he used the bonus brought by the system pen to constantly copy down other novels, learn the techniques and plots in them, and combine the storylines in his memory with some TV drama plots, and finally completed the book.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel wronged for himself!

How come other people who travel through time seem to have no such problem? Take the "Fan Xian" next door for example. When he was drunk, he dared to speak freely and unrestrainedly at the court banquet, and he recited all the popular poems fluently as if they were free.

"Who are you trying to fool? He traveled through time and he's a top student! He can recite all 300 Tang poems! Ha!!!" Thinking of this, Zhao Dongchuan was too tired to complain...

Zhao Dongchuan stretched, got up, washed, exercised, and ate!

By the time he was strolling around the village with his hands in his pockets and walking at a leisurely pace, it was already past 8 o'clock in the morning and most people had already gone to work.

Just the way he was doing nothing was comparable to Manyin, the wandering ghost king from the next village.

But everyone greeted him warmly when they saw him, but Wang Manyin didn't get such treatment!

Thinking of this, Zhao Dongchuan suddenly felt comfortable.

"No, I am going to be a master in the future, how can I be compared with a street urchin!" He quickly killed this unrealistic idea.

He was indeed out for a stroll, without any purpose, just for the sake of strolling. He felt that he had done most of his work, so he wanted to take a complete vacation.

As I was walking, a figure appeared in front of me, bending over and searching for something in the corner.

Uh, a sloppy old man!

This person is none other than Tian Er, the "spiritual old man" in the village. To use the words of netizens in the previous life, this is the guardian of Shuangshui Village!

"Things are going to change! Things are going to change!" Tian Er muttered to himself.

Zhao Dongchuan also became playful upon seeing this, and squatted on the side to watch what Tian Er was doing.

After looking for a while, I found that Tian Er seemed to be browsing aimlessly, so I lost interest and was about to get up and leave to go somewhere else.

Suddenly, Zhao Dongchuan heard a crisp crash. He looked down and found that Tian Er had actually taken out a piece of metal that looked like a piece of iron sheet. Zhao Dongchuan couldn't help but pick it up out of curiosity.

It was covered with dust when I first touched it, and its original appearance had long been obscured. Only one corner had a faint metallic luster!

Zhao Dongchuan was also confused. What on earth was this? He couldn't help but look at Tian Er.

Tian Er was still squatting and searching, but he seemed to be not interested in the piece of iron, and it was unknown what treasure he was looking for.

Zhao Dongchuan looked at Tian Er, then at the iron sheet in his hand, and felt an inexplicable sense of weirdness. The scene was just like the old routine in a TV drama, where a hermit pretends to inadvertently give a little kid a great inheritance, and then the little kid grows up to be a tycoon in the future.

"No way, boss, are you kidding me?" Zhao Dongchuan couldn't help but say.

"Things are going to change! Things are going to change!" Tian Er talked to himself and ignored him.

Zhao Dongchuan clenched his fist and really wanted to give Tian Er a punch to see if he was really "playing tricks"!

But seeing Tian Er's look, he couldn't bring himself to do it. How could he bully a simple old man?

Never mind! Maybe he was overthinking it!

Afterwards, Zhao Dongchuan no longer paid attention to Tian Er, but returned to his cave with the metal sheet.

Tian Er slowly turned around to look at Zhao Dongchuan's departing back, saying, "The world is changing! The world is changing!"

…………

Zhao Dongchuan returned home, fetched a basin of water, took a rag, and started to clean the iron pieces.

With the flushing of water and the wiping of the rag, the metal sheet revealed its original appearance.

This is a dark gold metal piece, like a nameplate, with the Chinese characters "Yuanxi County" engraved on the front, and the back looks like a map, but both the front and the back seem to be missing a piece, and do not look complete.

Zhao Dongchuan tried to shine it in the sun, and then tried to burn it with fire, but there was nothing special about it. After unable to figure out what was going on, Zhao Dongchuan gave up and threw it directly into the space.

"I thought it was a treasure given by an old grandfather!" Zhao Dongchuan said to himself.

Because of this incident, he naturally didn't have the energy to continue wandering around, and he started doing his homework again. He still had several books on solid geometry.

Ten days passed like this, and Zhao Dongchuan checked and revised the book "Yellow Earth" again. He adjusted some of the wording and sentence order until he felt there was no room for change, and finally it was finalized.

"Huh!" Zhao Dongchuan let out a long sigh.

"I finally finished writing this book. In a couple of days I can go to the provincial capital to find Zhang Jian, the editor-in-chief of Yanhe. With this, I won't be kicked out, right? Hahaha!" Zhao Dongchuan laughed at himself.

Just as he put away his paper and pen and prepared to make himself a cup of green tea, he heard footsteps outside the door.

Hey, who's here?

"Xiao Zhao, you're here!" Sun Shaoan said with a smile.

"That's right. Xiulian's father wrote to her and asked why she hadn't returned home yet. Xiulian had no choice but to leave and go home today."

"Look, I'm here to borrow your bicycle. I want to take her to Yuanxi County to take a bus!" Sun Shaoan walked up to Zhao Dongchuan and said straight to the point.

"Okay, take it and use it!" Zhao Dongchuan said with a smile.

Actually, Zhao Dongchuan had seized a lot of good stuff from the gangsters before, including several bicycles, but he had no reason to use them, and they were not easy to sell, so he had to put them in the storage ring and leave them idle.

"Brother Shaoan, as the saying goes, a poor family becomes rich on the road. Does Sister Xiulian have enough money for the journey? Do you want me to lend you some?" Zhao Dongchuan asked.

"No, no, we have them all! Thank you!" Shaoan said with a smile.

It seems that old man Yuhou finally asked Jin Bo's father Jin Junhai to borrow money. In the eyes of outsiders, he has only been working for a few months and does not have much money, unlike Jin Junhai who has been driving for many years and has a lot of money.

Zhao Dongchuan waved at Sun Shaoan, looking indifferent.

"What are you thanking me for? By the way, the road is bumpy, don't ride too fast, or you'll fall down!"

Zhao Dongchuan seemed to remember something and reminded Sun Shaoan.