The tycoon's wicked wife from the era of literature has been reborn.

Chapter 23 You know the truth
Gao Qinghe returned to her room and took out a pencil and a notebook that her younger sister had used from her desk drawer.

When you turn the notebook over, there are still two blank pages.

She wanted to create a simple category, listing the small commodities that were popular at this time in her previous life.

Everyday household items, exquisite jewelry, and clothing accessories.
After writing only a few strokes, Gao Qinghe felt unwell all over.

In the past, major brand chains of coffee, milk tea, desserts, etc. entered the market.

She developed the habit of always having a snack or a cup of coffee or milk tea when she was thinking deeply.

Feeling intensely hungry, Gao Qinghe went to the main room.

Based on the remaining memories from her previous life, she successfully found the rock sugar jar that her grandmother had placed in the cupboard.

Quickly take out two and pop them in your mouth to satisfy your craving.

The restlessness in his body was instantly soothed, and he squinted with satisfaction.

When asked if she wanted it, the adults all shook their heads, but Gao Qingmiao insisted on having it.

Gao Qinghe smiled and picked out a large one, feeding it to him. "Thank you for your hard work."

Gao Qingmiao never expected that her sister would actually feed the candy to her.

The eighteen-year-old lad blushed instantly, his face turning bright red to the roots of his neck, his eyes sparkling.

He felt that his older sister seemed to have changed these past few days.

In the past, the eldest sister only cared about Zhou Zhenghua and the Zhou family.

But now she can see her family members and will take the initiative to care for them.

With candy in her mouth, Gao Qingmiao worked with extra energy.

She let her mother and grandmother go to rest, and finished drying all the remaining vermicelli by herself.

Reminded by her parents, Gao Qinghe made another cup of milk powder and carried it back to her room.

Gao Qinghe quickly got into the zone.

The pencil writes quickly on the worksheet.

The entire page was filled with rows of product names.

Gao Qinghe wrote down more than eighty small commodities that she could remember in one go.

These are all things that will become popular in the county town soon.

From everyday items like kettles, washbasins, and washcloths, to underwear, socks, hairbands, and hair clips.

What I'm most familiar with are the things that girls like.

For example, leggings, stockings, butterfly hair clips, plastic headbands, and polka dot scarves.

She vaguely remembers that these small commodities did not yet appear on the market in 89.

But since the memory is so distant, it still needs to be verified.

So, Gao Qinghe decided to go and check out the market situation when there was a big market in town the day after tomorrow.

With the plan completed, Gao Qinghe put down her pencil, which had gone stubby from writing, and stood up to stretch and relax.

Suddenly, there were two knocks on the door.

No one in the village has the habit of closing their front door.

Naturally, people didn't have the habit of knocking on doors.

The person knocking was trying to alert the people inside.

Everyone in the courtyard turned to look at the gate, quite surprised.

Grandma Tian: "Oh my! Zhenghua's here."

Since he was a guest, Zhou Zhenghua was invited to come in and sit down.

Because of Gao Qinghe, the Gao family's politeness was tinged with distance, and the former closeness and warmth were gone.

Zhou Zhenghua stepped through the gate and politely greeted, "Grandma, Uncle Chongyi, Aunt Ying, Miaomiao."

His gaze fell on Gao Qinghe, who was standing behind the window, and he paused noticeably for a moment.

With a hint of apology in his eyes, he nodded to her, "Qinghe."

Gao Qinghe gave a forced smile and slammed the window shut.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward. Old Mrs. Tian quickly brought out a chair and placed it by the door, saying, "Zhenghua, please sit down, please sit down."

Zhou Zhenghua waved his hand, indicating that he would say a few words.

Suppressing the bitterness in his heart, Zhou Zhenghua said to Gao Chongyi:
"Uncle Chongyi, the county has approved the number of positions for private school teachers to become permanent staff. There are five positions available in the whole county this time. Please write up an application as soon as possible, and I will take it to the county for you when I go there in a couple of days."

Huang Ying looked at her husband with delight: "Lao Gao, if this application is approved, you will be a formally employed teacher with a tenure!"

Gao Chongyi nodded to his wife to calm down, appearing quite composed.

After all, he has applied for this for five consecutive years, and there is no guarantee that he will succeed this time.

Gao Chongyi asked, "Secretary Zhou, there are only five spots available?"

Zhou Zhenghua said apologetically, "Uncle Chongyi, you can just call me by my name."

"Regarding the quota, there are indeed only five, but with Uncle Chongyi's qualifications, there is a high probability that he will be selected this time."

As he finished speaking, Zhou Zhenghua glanced at the tightly closed window.

The glass window was draped with green panda-patterned curtains, with only a tiny gap revealing a figure that could be vaguely seen near the window.

"Uncle Chongyi," Zhou Zhenghua gestured for Gao Chongyi to speak privately.

Once outside the door, Zhou Zhenghua lowered his voice and said:
“I know a friend in the county who happens to be in charge of the recent promotion of rural teachers. You just need to prepare the materials, and I will take care of the rest.”

Gao Chongyi was surprised and tentatively asked, "Isn't this too much trouble for you?"

"How can I call it troublesome?"

Zhou Zhenghua said earnestly, "You are the only teacher in our village. Without your hard work, including my own, we would never have been able to leave these mountains."

"I've come back now to use the knowledge I've gained to repay my hometown folks and improve the treatment of retired teachers. This is what I should do!"

After Zhou Zhenghua finished speaking, he greeted Old Lady Tian and Huang Ying in the courtyard and left.

Gao Chongyi wanted to see him off, but he waved his hand to signal him to stay.

Watching the person leave, Gao Chongyi still found it unbelievable.

He was deeply moved by Zhou Zhenghua's words, but he remained rational.

Gao Chongyi went home and briefly relayed Zhou Zhenghua's words to his wife and children.

"If he really gets this done, our family will owe him a huge favor."

In Gao Qinghe's words, Gao Chongyi is a person...

He has a very deceptive appearance, but in reality, he is cunning and treacherous.

However, Gao Chongyi put his whole heart into the matter of his students.

No one wanted the children in the village to successfully leave the mountains and see the outside world more than him.

As for the three children in the family, the eldest and second eldest never focused on their studies from a young age.

His youngest daughter, however, inherited his love of learning, so there is still some hope.

The couple exchanged a glance and looked at their daughter who was walking out of the house.

"Bao'er, didn't you two break up?"

Gao Chongyi quickly realized, after a moment's thought, who Zhou Zhenghua was doing this for.

Gao Qinghe doesn't have the same psychological burden as her parents.

He said with a clear conscience, "This is his job, Dad. Why are you thinking so much? There's not much time left, hurry up and write the report."

I saw that my parents still looked worried.

Gao Qinghe said, "I didn't contact him proactively, and he didn't say who it was for. Why not take advantage of something that's offered to us?"

Gao Qinghe pushed her father into the house, "Hurry up and write it down, then give it to me and I'll take it over for you."

"Are you really alright?" Gao Chongyi asked, moved. "If he were..."

"No, not at all!"

Gao Qinghe winked playfully at her father, "Don't worry, I'll thank him later."

When faced with tangible benefits, what's wrong with her giving him a smile?
I watched as my father went into the room, picked up a pen and paper, and started writing down the information.

Gao Qinghe thought to herself: Zhou Zhenghua, you're smart to know what's good for you.

(End of this chapter)