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

What rural people want nowadays is just a stable life.

Nowadays, if there are no various movements like in previous years, even if you run a small business and get caught, you will be charged with speculation and sent to labor camps for farmland infrastructure construction. Not only will your work points not be counted, but you also have to bring your own food, and it will also affect your family. In other words, the chickens raised by rural people can lay eggs and sell them at the market to earn some money to exchange for needles and thread.

The countryside at this time is the most isolated. Without a letter of introduction, you cannot go to other places, which greatly limits the enthusiasm for work.

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As the food was served, three adults and one child sat around the kang and started eating.

During the meal, Li Huiying enthusiastically kept picking up food for Zhao Dongchuan, while Liu Laogen just stood there grinning foolishly.

Of course Zhao Dongchuan understood why.

Li Huiying knew what was going on. She understood that after Xiao Zhao came to visit this time, her family and Xiao Zhao would basically never have the chance to meet again.

This is considered a farewell dinner.

Zhao Dongchuan did come here to say goodbye. Li Huiying was an ordinary person. She took risks to do things in order to pay off her debts. It took a lot of courage and determination.

He also didn't want to drag others into trouble for his own selfish interests. He was helping others before, and now he was asking them to do things for him, which would be harming them.

Although Liu Laogen is dull, he is not stupid. He also understands the meaning of this. They met Zhao Dongchuan by chance, and it is a blessing that they can part ways in peace.

The little girl Cao Yuan was chattering away while eating, completely unaware of what was going on.

Of course, Zhao Dongchuan knew that he might come again in the future. After all, this was his first "employee" and he knew him well. In a few years, when the policy changed and he could do business normally, they could still work together.

But he couldn't say much at this time.

In this unique atmosphere, the dinner ended.

Zhao Dongchuan waved his hand, rode his bicycle away into the night under the slightly melancholy looks of Li Huiying and Liu Laogen. Cao Yuan seemed to be aware of something at this time and felt a little inexplicably sad.

The Beiguanyanggou Brigade is very close to Huangyuan City, and it basically doesn’t take long to ride into the city.

Zhao Dongchuan went straight back to the dormitory, washed up, and started his homework for the day.

I still have to continue studying the "Self-study Series of Mathematics, Physics and Chemistry"!

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The next day, after Zhao Dongchuan had breakfast and packed up briefly, he rode his bicycle with his bag on his back and headed straight for Huangyuan Bus Station. When he was almost at the bus station, Zhao Dongchuan found an empty alley, put his bicycle into the storage ring, and walked towards the bus.

After arriving at the bus station and buying a ticket, Zhao Dongchuan followed the crowd and sat in the bus waiting. This bus would not leave for the provincial capital until enough people got on board.

Some people who arrive early may have to wait for an hour before the bus leaves.

Fortunately, when Zhao Dongchuan arrived, the number of people was almost the same. With the conductor's shout, the car started slowly and drove slowly towards the provincial capital.

As the car started, Zhao Dongchuan looked out the window at the scenery along the road. The weather had turned cold at this time, and there was basically withered grass and dead leaves, and there was a lot of wind and sand, which made it look particularly desolate.

After reading for a while and feeling that there was nothing new, Zhao Dongchuan simply closed his eyes and rested. Then he slowly adjusted his breathing and practiced "Introduction to Qi Refining". When he practiced this skill to a deep level, he could naturally enter the state of practice whether he was walking, standing, sitting or lying down.

But this has nothing to do with Zhao Dongchuan. This introductory chapter does not involve guiding, it is just a static exercise, and he just practices it with the mentality of trying his best.

To outsiders, Zhao Dongchuan seemed to be asleep, but in fact he was practicing martial arts.

Time passed quickly, and the car slowly arrived at the station amid the noisy conversation of the crowd!

Zhao Dongchuan opened his eyes, collected his thoughts, and followed the crowd out of the car.

As soon as I got off the car, I saw people coming and going on the street, it was very lively.

Most of them are well-dressed, have ruddy complexions and are enthusiastic.

It seems that the mental outlook is very good, and there seems to be more vitality than Huangyuan City.

Zhao Dongchuan felt something different as soon as he got off the bus. There seemed to be a lot of rural people setting up stalls here, some selling vegetables, some selling meat. It didn't look like a bus station but rather like a vegetable market.

This bus station is on the edge of the city, with people coming and going. People from the surrounding villages come here to sell some agricultural products, and this place seems to let this small business go.

Zhao Dongchuan compared Yuanxi County, Huangyuan City and the provincial capital, and he clearly found that the larger the city, the more tolerant it was of this kind of "bourgeois" behavior.

On the contrary, the crackdown in rural areas was very strict. At this moment, he deeply realized that people in different places at the same time might live in different worlds.

Policies are passed down from top to bottom and then to rural areas, and many things will be added to without anyone noticing.

Zhao Dongchuan couldn’t say much about this aspect. No matter which world it was, this thing was not something he could get involved in… (I’m afraid of being put in a small dark room if I write too much)

Following the crowd, he gradually went deeper into the provincial capital, looking left and right, like a country bumpkin, with a look of wonder on his face. It's not that he had never seen these peep shows before, the prosperity of later generations could not be compared with this, it's just that the difference brought about by the times made him feel like he was exploring a mystery.

There were more cars and even more people riding bicycles. There were people managing and directing traffic, and he also saw lines drawn on the road.

The floors are also much taller than those in Huangyuan City. They are no longer common bungalows, but have more tall and large small Western-style buildings, many of which are left over from the Guangtou period.

Zhao Dongchuan was not in a hurry to find the Yanhe office building, but instead found a state-owned restaurant. The service attitude of this restaurant was relatively better. A person who looked like the hotel manager kept checking back and forth between the kitchen and the hall.

The serving speed and service attitude are obviously better, of course just better, and there is no longer a sign on the wall saying "beating customers without reason".

Zhao Dongchuan ordered a few dishes, including some of the local famous mutton soup steamed buns and a bowl of gourd head, and started eating with relish.

While eating, he listened to the conversations of people around him. Whenever he went to a place, he always liked to listen to some gossip people told in the restaurant. By piecing together these scattered information, he could form a picture of the city.

This will greatly help him integrate into this environment better.

After eating and drinking his fill and paying for his meal with his food coupons, he prepared to set off to look for Zhang Jian, the editor-in-chief of Yanhe, whom he had stood up for a long time.

I hope he won’t be kicked out when we meet!

According to the address on the invitation letter, Zhao Dongchuan asked his way to No. XX, Jianguo Road, the provincial capital. There was an iron gate outside and a house made of blue-gray cement bricks inside. The house was not tall, about three stories high.

Zhao Dongchuan came to the gatehouse.

"Hello, may I ask, is this Yanhe Magazine?"