Reborn in 2014, getting rich from the World Cup

Left the hotel.

Yang Zheng jogged along a path.

His destination was Pagoda Mountain, which was not far from here.

Get ready to go to the top of the mountain to breathe some fresh air.

Pagoda Hill is not high.

From the foot of the mountain to the top, half an hour is enough for a round trip.

Yang Zheng quickly climbed to the top of the mountain.

Just a little breath.

I don’t feel that tired.

This made him feel a little happy.

In his previous life, he had reached the point where he would want to find a place to sit down and rest after walking for 10 minutes.

It’s great to be young!

There is a small square on the top of Pagoda Hill.

There is a small 7-story stone tower in the middle of the square.

This is the origin of the name of Pagoda Hill.

It was already past 6 o'clock in the morning.

There are quite a few people in the square.

Most of them are elderly grandpa and grandma.

There are not many young people like Yang Zheng.

Yang Zheng walked to a corner, stretched his legs and arms, twisted his head and waist, and started moving casually.

Just as he was relaxing his body.

A surprised voice sounded.

"Yang Zheng?"

Yang Zheng looked over when he heard the sound.

The first thing that caught his eye was a pair of straight, long white legs.

Going up, there is a standard S-shaped figure with curves in all the right places.

Further up is a beautiful face with delicate eyebrows and youthful beauty.

"Yang Yahan."

Yang Zheng also greeted him with some surprise.

Yang Yahan smiled brightly. "I didn't expect to see you here. Why did you come to climb the mountain?"

Yang Zheng smiled back, "Now that I have some free time after the college entrance exam, I'm thinking of getting some exercise. How about you?"

"I live nearby and come here every day."

Yang Yahan said helplessly: "Actually, I don't want to come either. Getting up early is too annoying, but my mom... you know her."

Yang Zheng nodded in empathy.

The two looked at each other and smiled.

Yang Yahan is Yang Zheng's childhood sweetheart.

The two are from the same village.

Or they are neighbors in the front and back houses.

It's true. We grew up together with our bare bottoms.

There is a group photo version of both of their first anniversary photos.

The kind taken while wearing open-crotch pants.

Among the residents living in the area near their home, they are the only two of them who are of the same age.

They have been going to and from school hand in hand since kindergarten.

It is also true intimacy.

Until after graduating from elementary school.

Yang Zheng went to town to attend junior high school.

Yang Yahan went directly to the county town.

This close relationship was broken.

And it increases with age.

Both of them understood the difference between men and women.

From then on, whether I went back to my hometown in the countryside during the holidays or met him occasionally in the county town, we would just say hello and that was it.

The relationship is getting further and further apart.

We are almost strangers.

In my previous life, there was no such encounter.

After graduating from high school, Yang Zheng didn't see Yang Yahan's posthumous photo until 2020.

The simple way to put it is: after a breakup, he committed suicide by burning charcoal.

The detailed reasons are:

At that time, Yang Yahan had a boyfriend, but her parents did not agree with their relationship and forced them to break up.

She was actually forced to death by her parents, or to be more precise, her mother.

If Yang Zheng was just 18 years old at this time.

So when he met Yang Yahan today, he would definitely just say hello and that would be it.

There will be absolutely no extra words.

Not even smiling.

Not aloof.

Just introverted.

At this time, Yang Zheng was the type who couldn't even speak when facing the opposite sex.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have kissed Yin Qian for the first time yesterday, even though he'd been with her for a month...

It was so innocent that Yang Zheng wanted to vomit.

"You haven't had breakfast yet? Can I have some noodles?"

Yang Zheng took the initiative to bring up the topic.

Yang Yahan was stunned when she heard this and rolled her eyes: "You want a girl like me to treat you? Shouldn't you treat me?"

There are two types of women who subconsciously think that men should pay the bill.

One type is the little fairy, who thinks that men are their money bags.

The other type is women who are deeply poisoned by patriarchy.

They subconsciously put themselves in a weak position, thinking that "big things" like paying the bill and spending money should be done by men.

Yang Yahan is undoubtedly the latter.

Until 2024, in Yang Zheng's village, there was still a tradition that women did not sit at the table, or sat at the same table with children...

Yang Yahan, who came from a family in such a place, found it difficult to get rid of patriarchal ideas.

So Yang Zheng was not surprised by her reaction.

Yang Zheng nodded: "Then I'll treat you."

It doesn’t matter who invites you, the key is to be together.

Yang Yahan paused, looking embarrassed: "I usually eat breakfast at home. My mother is waiting for me to go home and make breakfast."

Yang Zheng said casually, "Why don't you just pack some for Aunt Lan later? That way you don't have to make it yourself."

Yang Yahan's mother's name is Zhou Lan.

Yang Zheng has called her "Aunt Lan" since he was a child.

Yang Yahan looked hesitant when she heard this.

Yang Zheng spoke again: "When you go back, tell Aunt Lan that I insisted on treating you to breakfast when I saw you. It's okay if you can't refuse."

Yang Yahan glanced at him and nodded slowly: "Okay then."

Yang Zheng complained, "I'm the one who's treating you to breakfast, but you're acting like I'm begging you."

Yang Yahan's pretty face flushed slightly: "I don't want to do that either. But you know my mother. If I'm not happy with her in the slightest, she'll nag me for days."

Indeed, when Zhou Lan was still in the village, she was known far and wide as a "powerful woman".

With his sharp tongue, all the men, women and children in the village avoid him.

There are not many people in the village who can surpass her.

Chen Yue is one of them.

Who is Chen Yue?

Yang Zheng’s mother.

That’s why Yang Yahan said just now, “You know her too.”

Yang Zheng nodded in understanding.

He knows too well what it feels like to have a mother with a sharp tongue.

The most important thing is that this person has a sharp tongue but a soft heart...

Otherwise, how could we have finished the college entrance examination and been liberated?

But Yang Zheng still doesn’t dare to watch a football game at home that starts at 4 a.m.?

"Let's go down the mountain."

After exercising casually for a while, Yang Zheng gestured.

"Ah."

Yang Yahan nodded.

The two walked down the mountain together.

It was already past 7 o'clock.

Various breakfast shops at the foot of Pagoda Mountain are open.

The most common ones are noodle shops.

In every city and county of Chunan Province, slurping rice noodles is a "custom".

"Where are we going to eat?"

Yang Yahan asked.

"that house."

Yang Zheng pointed to a store - Sanpang Fish Noodles.

He ate at this restaurant for three years during high school.

When I was in college and after I graduated and started working, every time I came back to Huinan and had breakfast outside, I would always eat at this restaurant.

After entering the store.

"Brother Sanpang, three bowls of fish head noodles, one with extra quantity, one to be cooked later for takeaway, and all three with eggs."

Yang Zheng didn't ask Yang Yahan's opinion and arranged everything directly.

“Mine doesn’t require eggs.”

Yang Yahan said, and after seeing the price list on the wall, she added: "I don't need fish head powder, just a bowl of ordinary fish powder will do."

Fish head rice noodles that cost 15 yuan were considered a luxury in Huinan in 14.

Ordinary fish meal is only 6 yuan.

Yang Zheng noticed that Yang Yahan used the word "no" instead of "don't want".

This shows that she doesn't dislike or don't want to do it.

I just think it's too expensive, sorry.

"If I invite you, just listen to me. Haven't you heard that the guest should follow the host's lead?"

Yang Zheng said as he found a place to sit down.

Yang Yahan wanted to argue a few words.

But she is not the type to argue with others.

Seeing Yang Zheng's unquestionable look.

She just muttered in her heart: How domineering.

Then he sat down sullenly.

If she wasn't such a soft-hearted person, she wouldn't have been pushed to such extremes.