I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 2 Hypocrites are thieves of virtue.

After offering incense to his father Zhang Zhenghong's memorial tablet, Zhang Daxiang, led by his ancestors, went to the ancestral hall to tell them that he would strive to continue the family line.

If our ancestors didn't object, then they agreed.

However, there are still some follow-up issues, or even troubles.

Building a house in the countryside is difficult not because of materials and labor, but because of the land.

There is a fixed number of residential land plots. Unless there are special circumstances or special contributions, the land will not be easily put up for sale to people to build houses.

Zhang Qihui asked his grandson to burn twelve incense sticks, which meant twelve small buildings. Even if his eldest uncle Zhang Zhengqing and third uncle Zhang Zhenghai didn't need new houses, and could just renovate their old ones, and Zhang Daxiang's father Zhang Zhenghong also left behind a rural building; still, he had nine brothers, so he needed nine buildings.

To acquire nine plots of land, one must first persuade all the family members, then the village, and finally obtain signed and sealed land certificates from the town.

However, the old man Zhang Qihui said that this was nothing, so Zhang Daxiang didn't worry about such things. Instead, after graduating from high school in June and receiving his diploma, he borrowed a welding machine, a cutting machine, and an angle grinder from an uncle in his family who was a welder, and started tinkering with them at home.

"Zhang Xiang, you can weld too?"

Fearing that Zhang Daxiang would damage their welding machine, Aunt Cai Shuiqin brought her son Zhang Dalei to watch the commotion. They initially thought it was just a child messing around, but it turned out that Zhang Daxiang's skills, while not superb, were certainly excellent.

After all, before his rebirth, he was an all-rounder in turning, milling, boring, vise, and electrical engineering, and he also had some knowledge of inorganic chemistry.

"I learned a little from the master craftsman at the school-run factory."

"Oh my, that's right. The experienced workers at the school-run factory can even operate a crane; there's no machine they can't handle..."

When Cai Shuiqin saw that Zhang Daxiang had welded out "fish scales" instead of "chicken droppings", she naturally stopped doubting and wanted to take her son Zhang Dalei back. However, Zhang Dalei wanted to watch for a while longer, so she left Zhang Dalei there.

Ten-year-old Zhang Dalei was at the peak of his "mischievous" energy, but his cousin Zhang Daxiang had always kept all the other "mischievous" kids in the family in check, so the children who came to play were all well-behaved and obedient.

Despite my fear, I still enjoy wandering over to Zhang Daxiang's place because he always has fried fish and shrimp to eat, and when I'm craving something sweet, he also has braised sparrows, which is much more satisfying.

"Big brother, what are you doing?"

"I'll be selling fast food on the side of the national highway in a couple of days. Go watch TV by yourself, and come out when your mother calls you for dinner."

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Watching welding is just an excuse; watching TV is the real purpose.

There are plenty of martial arts dramas and children's dramas during summer vacation, so it's not easy for Zhang Dalei to watch TV at home. But he can come to Zhang Daxiang's place and enjoy watching to his heart's content.

This is a shared pleasure for almost all the younger brothers in the same clan.

Watching TV, they even get to eat stir-fried river shrimp, and the uncles and aunts in the family turn a blind eye.

Furthermore, having a designated area for young children avoids the worry of them swimming in unsupervised areas and not being able to get out.

Sizzle, sizzle...

After spot welding several frames, Zhang Daxiang used a hoist to assemble the dining table frame. He made minor adjustments based on the dimensions of the cart and then began cutting the sheet metal.

"Ada!"

"Ada!"

……

While he was busy, a group of kids came over. Zhang Daxiang didn't even look up and said, "Xiao Lei is watching TV inside. There are sodas behind the door, one bottle for each person."

"Okay~~"

It's called soda, but it doesn't really have much fizz. It's a big green bottle of lemonade, relying entirely on sweetness. It retails for 50 cents, but if you buy a case, each bottle costs 30 cents.

In short, it's all about enjoying the food, but for the kids, TV, soda, and friends make for a fantastic summer vacation.

Just as Zhang Daxiang told Zhang Dalei, by evening, each family's mothers came looking for their children, calling out their names over the courtyard wall. Then a whole bunch of mischievous kids came out one after another, with bits of fried shrimp and fried fish still on their lips.

The mothers scolded Zhang Daxiang while also thanking him.

Actually, fried shrimp and fried small fish are quite expensive, mainly because people are reluctant to use the oil. Besides, for people in the countryside, selling river shrimp is the most worthwhile option; eating them directly is simply too expensive.

His gratitude towards Zhang Daxiang was genuine.

Once June 21st passed, Zhang Daxiang turned eighteen. He went to town and spent several hundred yuan to get a mobile business license. His uncle, Zhang Zhengqing, heard about it but didn't ask any questions. He just gave him five thousand yuan to use first.

In addition to the five thousand yuan, the uncle also cleaned up an old motorcycle and gave it to Zhang Daxiang for transportation.

To find something to do, you need to have some physical strength.

According to Zhang Zhengqing, the uncle, his nephew riding a motorcycle would make him look good in front of his younger brothers.

What was unexpected was that Zhang Daxiang welded a lock frame onto the back of the motorcycle, so that the cart could be pulled away simply by hooking it up and locking it.

"You're really going to sell fast food on the street?"

On the evening of his birthday, the old man Zhang Qihui was a little undecided and asked his grandson, who was eating longevity noodles, with some concern.

"The section of national highway near Wujiatan is bright and open, with metasequoia forests. You could easily set up ten or eight tables there. I used to keep cages there, and I often saw large trucks temporarily parked there."

"How can business be good?"

Take your time.

call! !

After taking a big slurp of noodles and finishing a few fried eggs in a few bites, Zhang Daxiang drank a couple of mouthfuls of noodle soup and said, "If we can make it, we'll ask people from home for help."

"You can do whatever you want, you're eighteen anyway."

The old man nodded, then reached into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper that wasn't quite a blueprint. "The site for the house has been determined; it's in Nanxingtou."

The Zhang family's great-grandfather divided the land into two rows, which actually meant that the three great-grandfather brothers each divided a row of land running north-south.

Zhang Daxiang's branch is the third son of his great-grandfather. "Nanxingtou" means the southernmost point of this branch's land.

It's quite remote, bordering a river that separates it from another village, and there are some abandoned reed beds along the way.

Given the old man's influence as the former director of the Jiyang No. 2 Chemical Plant, it wouldn't be enough for him to build a large, nice plot of land within the family to continue the family line for his brothers who had been dead for who knows how many years.

However, for the minor details, a few hundred thousand yuan should suffice, and the Zhang family can usually reach a consensus on this. As for the village, it's even easier to resolve; if they disagree, we can just beat them until they agree.

There were some troubles in the town, but not many. After all, Zhang Qihui, the old man, had nine brothers who all lost their lives in the war. He was one of the few "scholars" among his brothers, and he wanted to continue the family line for his deceased brothers. The town wouldn't be so idle as to stop him.

The Zhang family agrees, the village agrees, that's the consensus of the "local worthies".

"It actually got approved?"

Zhang Daxiang stared in astonishment at the blueprints, thinking to himself, "If this were the Earth I was reborn from, wouldn't this be a disaster?"

My old man is really capable.

(End of this chapter)