Reborn at 60: I Helped My Sister Get Rich Starting from Hunting

When Zhang Yang said "Get in the car, let's go!", it was as if he were riding not a bicycle, but a multi-million dollar supercar.

Lin Qiushui was amused by him and sat down anyway.

With the students gone, the streets were almost deserted.

Zhang Yang suddenly rode his bike with one hand, and reached out with the other hand to grab Lin Qiushui's hand and place it on his waist.

Lin Qiushui chuckled softly behind him, and with her other hand, which was holding the hem of his clothes, she took the initiative to support his waist.

The setting sun painted the horizon a golden hue, and Zhang Yang suddenly said, "Why haven't you asked me about it these past few days?"

"What do you want me to ask you?"

“On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, when we were having a banquet on the school playground, Zhao Dong mentioned going south to Hong Kong. You were very surprised at the time, but you haven’t asked him about it since.”

Lin Qiushui looked up at the golden fields as the evening breeze blew in.

"So, are you going?"

"Ah."

"Then, when will you be back?"

Zhang Yang stopped his bicycle and turned to look at her: "Qiu Shui, come with me. We can also visit Linchuan City while we're at it."

Lin Qiushui's eyes widened slightly, shining brightly against the brilliant sunset: "This, so fast..."

Zhang Yang smiled and said, "I'll have to meet your family sooner or later. Don't worry, I'm very rich now. I won't be stingy and embarrass you."

Lin Qiushui shook her head and said seriously, "No, even if you wear the simplest clothes, your temperament can't be hidden."

Zhang Yang has excellent posture. Although he is tall, he is not hunched over and has a straight back. He also has an upright demeanor.

Lin Qiushui was 100% certain that her grandfather would really like Zhang Yang.

"Will you come with me?" Zhang Yang's voice became even gentler.

Lin Qiushui looked at him intently and nodded: "Okay!"

Zhang Yang is a man of action. After consulting with Lin Qiushui, he immediately began to arrange the itinerary.

Hearing that he was going on a long trip and wouldn't be back for a while, half of Zhangjiatun was filled with anxiety.

The militia members were at a loss. Zhao Dong and A Ting simply stayed by Zhang Yang's side every day, not wanting him to leave, and even the atmosphere at home changed a bit.

Zhang Yan and Li Huifang felt uncomfortable, while Zhang Wen and Zhang Fei were even more reluctant to part with their elder brother.

It seems that without anyone realizing it, Zhang Yang has become the central figure for everyone, and everyone has an inexplicable dependence on him.

So Zhang Yang had to assign tasks while also calming people down.

On the day he was to board the train, the group took him to Maoli Town.

Now, almost everyone in the militia squad has a bicycle. Zhao Dong's eyes reddened: "Yangzi, why do I feel so reluctant to see you leave?"

Zhang Yang laughed: "It's not like I'm not going to reply."

"Or, why don't you stay? Look how good our lives are now, things are really getting better!"

Zhang Yang patted Zhao Dong on the shoulder: "This is nothing, there are better days to come."

Zhao Dong looked at Lin Qiushui: "Qiushui, take good care of her... no, Yangzi, take good care of Qiushui."

Zhao Dong looked back at Zhang Yang.

Everyone was amused.

Zhang Yang said, "Why are you so nosy about me? Have you won over Rong Xiuxiang yet?"

"Hahahahaha!"

This made everyone even more unable to hold back.

Zhao Dong retorted, "It was bound to happen sooner or later!"

"Alright!" Zhang Yang patted Zhao Dong on the shoulder. "I'll get in the car first. I'll contact you when I get there. Remember what I said: someone has to go to the commune compound every day to keep watch. I'll call back whenever I have a chance."

Zhao Dong said with red eyes, "No need to think about it, that person is me. I'll bring all my bedding and sheets, even the toilet, and put it next to the telephone!"

Everyone burst into laughter again.

Not long after, the train pulled into the station. Zhang Yang and Lin Qiushui boarded the train and waved goodbye to them.

Not only Zhao Dong, but A Ting also cried: "Brother Yangzi, you have to come back soon!"

Hearing their farewell voices, Lin Qiushui turned her head, tears streaming down her face.

Zhang Yang took out a clean handkerchief to wipe her tears.

Lin Qiushui said, "No matter where I went before, even when I left home to become an educated youth here, I never felt sad. I never understood what the sorrow of parting was, but today I feel like I finally understand it."

Zhang Yang smiled faintly: "It's alright, you still have me by your side now."

"Why aren't you sad?" Lin Qiushui suddenly asked.

Zhang Yang frowned: "Because there will be a time for return."

He understood why they were sad, of course, because everything in this era was slow: carriages and horses were slow, telephones were slow, and mail was slow. Therefore, the longing for relatives and friends also progressed slowly.

But he came from the future, having been exposed to the internet, mobile phones, high-speed rail, and airplanes. For him, Hong Kong or even further Southeast Asia are both very close, not unreachable unknown territories.

If there's any difference, it's probably that the train journey now takes longer, several days and nights, that's all.

After a long train journey through alternating days and nights, they finally arrived in Linchuan City.

Zhang Yang finally met Mr. Lin Haoyue, a renowned scholar of traditional Chinese culture whom he had long admired.

The old gentleman had gray hair, but was in good spirits, and his laughter was hearty and full of energy.

The Lin family's estate is extremely vast and is a typical Jiangnan garden.

The old man was feeding the fish in the pavilion when he heard them returning. He quickly put down the fish food and came out with the help of his servant.

Upon seeing him, Lin Qiushui happily exclaimed, "Grandpa!"

The old man hugged her, heartbroken: "Oh dear, how did you get so dark! Grandpa, look! No wonder Old Qin told me he couldn't recognize you at first glance at the Lantern Festival, it turns out you've gotten so dark!"

The old man pinched her cheek and laughed heartily: "Not bad, there's still some meat on you. I thought you were just skin and bones! With the famine these past few years, I was worried you wouldn't have enough to eat!"

As he spoke, the old man looked at Zhang Yang.

Lin Qiushui had already written to him and made phone calls.

The old man had known of Zhang Yang's existence for a long time, and upon seeing the young man's appearance, he nodded in satisfaction: "Zhang Yang?"

Zhang Yang walked over confidently and extended his hand: "Hello, Mr. Lin, I have long admired you."

“I’ve heard of you too,” the old gentleman said with a smile. “Young Qin sent me your calligraphy; it’s such beautiful handwriting!”

Hearing this, Zhang Yang felt guilty instead.

However, he finally realized why Old Qin had taken a liking to his calligraphy at the Lantern Festival.

Because he had always admired Lin Haoyue, in his later years, his office and study were decorated with many of Lin Haoyue's original works.

When practicing calligraphy, he also imitated Lin Haoyue's running script style.

Old Qin is Lin Haoyue's student.

Zhang Yang suddenly felt fortunate that he had returned the 900 yuan to Qin Yutang and his sister, and in the series of events that followed, no one mentioned the matter again.

Otherwise, if he had actually published a calligraphy copybook, he would be utterly ashamed now.