I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 29 Sister Yu is forever beautiful inside and out
Because the old man Zhang Qihui was away from home for a long time, using the excuse of finding a new wife for his grandson to "wander" elsewhere, Zhang Daxiang, as the true grandson among grandsons, had to struggle on his own in many things.

There are some things that Zhang Daxiang is too lazy to report to the old man.

For example, when Zhang Qihui thought his grandson had finally made contact with his older brother Zhang Qiheng's old unit after many twists and turns, Zhang Daxiang had actually contacted more than just Zhang Qiheng's old unit.

He tried contacting all of his grandfather's old military units, including Zhang Qishen, Zhang Qichong, Zhang Qiyou, Zhang Qiwu, Zhang Qiju, Zhang Qiqie, Zhang Qimin, and Zhang Qiyue. Some responded, but only offered words of encouragement; others disappeared without a trace due to the cancellation of their unit designations and the widespread dispersal of their files; and still others were reported to the police, who suspected it was a scam…

In the end, only Zhang Qiheng's unit made a move. Although its unit number was also canceled, Zhang Qiheng's old commander happened to be busy compiling the unit's glorious history after retiring.

Because it is a valuable military history material, this is not a case of "the local official is more powerful than the distant one," and it was discussed with Jiyang City.

The old man hid from his grandson, thinking it was just a routine visit from the city officials; he never expected this turn of events.

The grandson of the living world did something quite like something from the underworld.

As for Zhang Daxiang's mentality, consider it a lottery. If he wins, he'll be overjoyed; if he doesn't, he'll secretly curse, "Go to hell."

They were in the euphoric phase of winning the lottery, so the entire Zhangshi Village held a clan meeting.

Both the main branch and collateral branches summoned their heads of household, emphasizing the importance of ensuring the continuation of the "Zhang Xiang of Sanxingli" lineage. This was a crucial task for this year and next, and a vital foundation for the future development of Zhangshi Village…

There's nothing we can do about it; Zhang Qiheng's old superior is still alive and well.

He's a high-ranking official.

As for whether everyone should cooperate when people from other places come to take photos of promotional materials... that's just nonsense!
Even the kind-hearted old men of the "Zhi" generation in Daxingli and Erxingli have now issued a strict order, calling all their descendants who are doing well outside back to their hometown.

No matter what official position you hold or what business you run, you're nothing but a piece of trash, not even worth one-twelfth of the "twelve incense offerings" of that little elephant man.

"Shopkeeper, do we have such connections?"

Although they don't live together, Sang Yuke now helps out at "Shizipo" so she won't be idle, mainly making various kinds of noodles.

She has exceptionally good cooking skills, and even after being busy for most of the day, she still has the energy to clean. She is simply a top-notch virtuous wife and housewife.

Some truck drivers from the north miss a bowl of beef noodles from their hometown, but the beef noodles at "Shizipo" are just noodles... machine-made, which is a real headache.

Sang Yuke's appearance was like that of her own mother. She could make almost any kind of noodle, including hand-pulled noodles, hand-pulled noodles, and knife-cut noodles. Even if she wanted to eat "noodle fish" or noodle dumplings, she was quite adept at it.

Zhang Daxiang actually really likes steamed noodles, braised noodles, and stewed noodles, but he doesn't say it because Jiyang City simply doesn't have the facilities for them.

His life pursuits were extremely shallow; being able to eat well and be full was one of them.

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He devoured a large plate of braised noodles with green beans, much to the astonishment of his fellow villagers in western Henan. They couldn't understand how Zhang Daxiang could do it.

They had even witnessed Zhang Daxiang slurping steamed or fried noodles, which was simply outrageous. "He has no connections whatsoever. For over ten generations, not a single one of his ancestors held a high-ranking official position. Five or six hundred years ago, there was one who was recruited into the army and became a military commander, but he didn't end up well either."

Zhang Daxiang, who was frantically shoveling noodles and green beans into his mouth, paused for a moment and then said, "I was just trying to see if I could use someone else's influence to my advantage, and I was lucky, one in nine. Sister Yu, just pretend those people sent by high-ranking officials don't exist. I'll only be using their influence for a year or two, and then I won't need it anymore."

"But when I heard that a high-ranking official's secretary was coming, my aunt was overjoyed. She made several phone calls back to our hometown. I almost got carried away by her praise."

"It's alright if it's floating; it's a good opportunity to negotiate a better price with the shareholders of 'Golden Mulberry Leaf.' Once this opportunity is gone, it may never come again."

As they spoke, Sang Yuke placed a plate containing a braised lion's head meatball and braised pork ribs in front of Zhang Daxiang, then picked up a bunch of grapes and asked as she did so, "Hey, shopkeeper, should I tell the Sang family about this?"

"Tsk, Sister Yu, you're still a bit short on the mark."

"Huh? Everyone seemed to enjoy the braised pork ribs so much?"

"Who told you about braised pork spine?"

Zhang Daxiang, holding a braised pork rib in his left hand and continuing to shovel the braised noodles with his chopsticks in his right, took a couple of bites of the lean meat on the rib before saying, "Of course we should bring this up with the Sang family's old mansion, but you can't be the one to bring it up, Sister Yu. You have to use all your aunts and uncles. And Sang Shouyi of 'Golden Mulberry Leaf,' you have to call him uncle, he has to act like one. Let them perform back in their hometown, you have to stay out of it."

"I don't know how to do that either..."

“It’s alright. You’re still the same as before. But just one thing, Sister Yu, remember this: never reveal anything about what’s going on here on your own. If your relatives don’t ask, don’t tell them. You’ll still be a good girl and a good girl in their eyes.”

"Then I'll keep it to myself. But my family has been asking me too much, so I'll say a little more."

"That's right~~"

Nodding in satisfaction, Zhang Daxiang continued gnawing on the braised pork ribs, then praised, "In your family's eyes, Sister Yu, you'll always be beautiful and kind-hearted. It's impossible for you to be wicked or evil. They say 'a married daughter is like water spilled from a cup,' but that's for other people! Whether you're in the Sang family or the Li family, Sister Yu, you're still kind-hearted. You can't learn bad things from those despicable people from Jiyang."

"Haha."

Upon hearing this, Sang Yuke laughed. After picking the grapes, she put some flour in them and washed them. After washing them clean, she drained them, arranged them on a plate, and then sat down with Zhang Daxiang to eat the grapes.

A lot has happened in the past few days. In addition to Li Laidi notarizing the shares of "Golden Mulberry Leaf" to Sang Yuke, there is also the acquisition of the shares held by "Dong Sangjiazhuang Asset Management Company", which makes Sang Yuke feel extremely troubled, but her boss can easily handle it.

She also acquired a large plot of land east of "Shizipo" and was about to start construction to transform it into a storage yard. This was also a major undertaking in her eyes, but everything went smoothly and effortlessly.

During off-peak hours at "Shizipo", there is a very special sense of tranquility amidst the activity. Two people can sit in the shade eating grapes without saying a word and feel very comfortable.

Sang Yuke cleaned up the grape skins she had sucked clean, then rested her elbows on the table, gazing at the national highway under the increasingly scorching sun and the canal across the distance. When she got tired of looking at those things, she glanced at Zhang Daxiang next to her, who was also so bored that he had his legs propped up on the bench and was just spacing out.

To be fair, I think my own shopkeeper is quite handsome...

(End of this chapter)