Rebirth 1979: Marrying a poor girl at the beginning

"Okay, take this letter with you too!" Lin Zhengjun's eyes flashed with a hint of depth.

Zhu Yongcheng’s wife in his previous life was Zhang Ningde.

However, when Lin Zhengjun met her, she had already resigned and started her own business, opening a film and television culture company and an advertising planning company, and was considered a small wealthy woman.

Zhu Yongcheng is a complete uneducated person. The reason why he was able to reach a high position is because of the strong support from Zhang Ningde's family.

Otherwise, with his ability, he would probably be able to be a small section chief at best in his lifetime.

"Okay!" Tang Xiaofu nodded obediently.

Lin Zhengjun carried Tang Xiaofu's bag and went back home with Tang Xiaofu, and they all had breakfast together.

Before leaving, Lin Zhengjun slapped his thigh and said, "I almost forgot about this thing!" As he said that, he took out the steel brass knuckles from the drawer and put it in his pocket.

When the car started, all the members of the Hewan Brigade and the educated youth who had been sent to work in the countryside came out to see it off. The two sides of the more than three miles of road from Lin Zhengjun's home to Hewan were packed with people, and there was no way to get through!

There were loud drums and gongs, blasting firecrackers, waving red flags, and huge crowds of people!

This time he was not joking. Lin Bingde really set off a set of 5,000 firecrackers to celebrate Lin Zhengjun's visit to Beijing to attend the conference. It was also his best wishes to him, wishing him a safe journey, bringing blessings to the Hewan Brigade and building a better future!

"Zhengjun is really capable. He is going to the capital to meet the emperor! Isn't this the Wenquxing from heaven coming down to earth?"

"If it were in ancient times, he would be the top scholar!"

"Just now County Magistrate Bai said that there is only one writer representative in the entire Huanghuai City, Zhengjun!"

"He is also the youngest representative of the arts community in the province. This is so glorious and worthy of being included in the family tree!"

"Not only that, this needs to be written into the county annals. This will go down in history!"

"The Sanhuai family's ancestral tomb is on fire!"

"Don't just say those feudal superstitious words. This is because Sanhuai has foresight. In the past, people said that the more knowledge you have, the better. Many high school students in our team dropped out of school and went home to work. Only Sanhuai has always supported Zhengjun to study!"

"The school education during those years was not good. We read newspaper editorials every day, but did not learn cultural knowledge. We spent half a day in class and half a day working. What do you call it... we learned to work and farm!"

Amid the crackling sound of firecrackers, the air was faintly filled with the pungent smell of sulfur and gunpowder. Everyone was excited and talked a lot.

Everyone was proud of it, and every face was filled with joy, envy and excitement, and they were as happy as if it were New Year's Day.

Not to mention the joy and glory of Lin Sanhuai's family. They smiled so hard that the corners of their mouths were split to their ears. Zhang Shuqin even turned around and secretly wiped away her tears several times.

Everyone watched the car start up, leave the village and turn onto the riverbank. They stayed there for a long time, immersed in excitement and joy, unable to extricate themselves and unwilling to leave!

The car sped along the bumpy county road.

Bai Zhiyuan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, looked back at Lin Zhengjun and said with a smile, "Zhengjun, you need to get a haircut and buy some new clothes. You are going to Beijing to meet the emperor, so you must look respectable and neat!"

"I thought so too, but I was afraid of wasting your time." Lin Zhengjun slapped his thigh and laughed.

"Don't waste time. It's time for me to get a haircut too. Let's do it together!" Bai Zhiyuan said with a smile.

Bai Zhiyuan is a hard-working and good cadre who devotes himself to his work. He hasn't cut his hair for a month and it is quite long.

The departure time was early and there were not many motor vehicles on the road. The Shanghai-brand sedan kept all four wheels off the ground as it sped along, and soon reached the county town.

The car stopped in front of the "Convenient State-owned Barber Shop". Lin Zhengjun and Bai Zhiyuan got out of the car and walked into the barber shop. Lin Zhengjun paid the barber two cents.

The two barbers started working without saying a word.

Oh, let's not talk about anything else, the barbers of this era are so nice, they work silently the whole time, don't say a word, don't chat with you or try to get close to you, and certainly won't sell you hair card applications!

It’s so damn quiet!

Bai Zhiyuan and Lin Zhengjun quickly cut their hair, washed it, and dried it with a hair dryer. They immediately looked much fresher and neater.

We smiled at each other and felt very happy!

Afterwards, they drove to a state-owned department store, intending to buy some clothes for Lin Zhengjun and Tang Xiaofu.

Bai Zhiyuan did not get off the car this time. He went to bed late last night and got up early in the morning. He did not get enough sleep, so he sat in the car and took a nap for a while to regain his energy.

As soon as Lin Zhengjun entered the door, a female salesperson ran towards the backyard office like a gust of wind, shouting loudly: "Manager Zheng, Comrade Lin Zhengjun is here!"

Lin Zhengjun was confused: "Is it that serious? I'm not a big leader."

A middle-aged female salesperson next to him smiled and said, "Comrade Zhengjun, our manager Zheng has told us that as long as you come, you must notify him and he will receive you in person."

A moment later, Zheng Dali came trotting over, stretched out his hand with a smile on his face from a distance, came close and grabbed Lin Zhengjun's hand and never let go: "Zhengjun, my grandfather told me about the Qiaoban Reservoir. Thank you, thank you so much!"

"You're too polite. If the dam collapses, our Hewan Brigade will be the first to suffer the greatest losses!" Lin Zhengjun said with a smile.

"That being said, you saved my dad's life. If anything had happened, he would have definitely been put in jail."

Zheng Dali smiled and said, "By the way, I didn't know before that you were the author of The Shepherd. Sorry for my disrespect. I like to talk nonsense, so please don't take it to heart!"

He had previously cursed "Chu Kuangren" harshly in his heart. If it weren't for that guy constantly praising Lao Gandie products, he wouldn't have been scolded so badly by the old man.

Fortunately, he didn't curse in front of Lin Zhengjun, otherwise, he would be embarrassed.

Zheng Dali was polite for a while before asking, "Zhengjun, what do you want to buy?"

"I'm going to Beijing to attend the Fourth National Congress of Writers and Artists. I heard that Mr. Deng will be attending this meeting and giving a speech. I want to buy some new clothes and two pairs of shoes for myself and Tang Xiaofu!"

"Fuck, I'm going to the capital to see the emperor, so I have to wear something respectable and proper!"

Zheng Dali looked at Lin Zhengjun with envy, and several unmarried female sales clerks looked at Tang Xiaofu with envy.

This object is so awesome!

He can have a side job and write novels, and he has the opportunity to meet Mr. Deng. He is simply the God of Literature who has descended to earth!

Zheng Dali praised the products in various ways and then told the salesperson, "Take one piece of all the clothes and send it to my office. Let them choose and try them on as they like!"

"Okay, Manager Zheng!"

Under the shortage economy, state-owned commercial services are not well-known. There is no service for trying on clothes, and naturally no fitting rooms, so people can only go to Zheng Dali's office to try them on.

After a while, Tang Xiaofu picked out two sets of clothes, Lin Zhengjun picked out three sets, and each of them bought a leather belt, two pairs of leather shoes, and a few pairs of socks, and their collection was complete.

The two of them wore their new clothes and shoes and went straight to the counter to take out their money and receipts to pay.

Tang Xiaofu's new dress is very beautiful.

The women's camel-colored tweed suit is paired with a white lapel shirt, trousers of the same color and texture, and a pair of white flat-heeled leather shoes, making her look graceful and slender.

This is a very fashionable and even advanced dress at the moment.

No one in Huaibian County dared to wear it.

But as relations with the Western world eased, especially with the rapid development of foreign trade, the struggle in the ideological field gradually ceased, and now some people in big cities dare to wear suits.

"What else do you want to pay for?"

Zheng Dali stretched out his hand to stop him, and stuffed two canvas backpacks into Lin Zhengjun's hands, saying with a smile: "These clothes, shoes, socks, and these two canvas bags are all given to you by our store!"

"This is not good. We are taking advantage of the country!" Lin Zhengjun insisted on paying.

"Stop talking bullshit!"

Zheng Dali pushed Lin Zhengjun and shouted, "You can represent our Zhongyuan Province to attend the National Congress of Literature and Art. It is an honor for the entire Huaibian County. Our department store can give you a few pieces of clothes. It is our honor!"

He put on an angry look, stiffened his neck, and shouted vigorously: "Zhengjun, if you want to pay, I will be angry with you. What's the matter, you have become a literary star, you are so awesome, you look down on our state-owned department store, right?"