I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 53 Sister Yu Always Has Surprises
Originally, Director Shen had invited Zhang Daxiang to watch the little girl dance, accompanied by a beautiful and generous bank employee. However, upon seeing that the little girl was indeed quite young, Zhang Daxiang declined, saying he needed to go back and prepare some materials.

Then he floored the gas pedal and sped back to Sanxingli.

Right now, the house in Nanxingtou has started to be cleaned up, and painting, tiling, flooring, ceiling and other work will be carried out soon. Sang Yuke has been busy choosing flooring styles recently.

In addition, the old master Zhang Zhixu had planted a forest in his early years specifically for his descendants to make furniture for their weddings, so now Zhang Daxiang simply had the carpenter measure the dimensions and choose whichever tree he liked, and then cut it down.

Sang Yuke didn't want anything else; a local wooden cradle and a dressing table would be enough.

In the past, we had to build things like toilets and bathtubs, but now we don't need them at all.

When Zhang Daxiang returned, Sang Yuke had just delivered Huoxiang Zhengqi Water and various other heat-relieving items to the construction site.

"Haha, Sister Yu, Sister Yu, I have good news for you."

"What's making you so happy?"

Today I picked some loofah flowers to eat, just stir-fried. Sang Yuke had never eaten them before, but there's an old lady in Zhangjia who's an excellent vegetarian cook, so "Shizipo" invited her over to teach us a lot.

Among them is stir-fried loofah flowers. Of course, in addition to this, tender pumpkin leaves, sweet potato leaves, pea shoots and other things that are never eaten locally are also served on the "Shizipo" table.

The old woman even taught Zhang Daxiang how to sprout peanuts and stir-fry them, which broadened his horizons. There were many things he had never thought he could eat.

"let me tell you……"

"Hey, don't tell me yet, the old lady from the second row brought over some cured meat. She taught me to use a wire brush to scrub off the black charcoal on the outside, and then stew it in a pressure cooker with the bones on. You can eat it right away, or stir-fry it with garlic sprouts. Try it, this meat is so fragrant. The old lady said that the cured meat from the old forest in her hometown is even more fragrant."

"Yes, it smells good. It's really strange, but ever since I've known this old lady from the second row, I've never seen her pass on her skills to anyone else. The cured meat you brought over today, she used to eat it all by herself. She cooked it and the aroma filled the whole place. In the entire second and third rows, only Zhang Miao and I ever stole it from her."

“I was chatting with the old lady yesterday, and she told me why.”

"What?"

Zhang Daxiang, who was eating cured meat, was quite curious. Logically speaking, it didn't make sense. There were so many grandchildren, and quite a few of them had gotten married in the second line of business.

Why should Sang Yuke get it?

In particular, the methods for stir-frying vegetarian dishes were only taught after Sang Yuke came; trying to find them before was just a waste of time.

"Hey, I won't tell you."

Sang Yuke turned to the well to wash the garlic sprouts. Zhang Daxiang followed with a smile to help press the water, and then said, "If you won't tell me, then I won't tell you why I found a way to arrange for the remaining hundred or so drivers in Dongsangjiazhuang today."

"Shopkeeper, is it true?!"

Suddenly looking up, Sang Yuke was shocked. Of course she knew her man was fierce, but this was too fierce. Had he beaten down his competitors in the port area?

There's still an old state-owned storage and transportation company nearby.

"What do you mean by 'real' or 'fake'?"

Zhang Daxiang pumped the water, hooked a small stool around his foot, and sat down to wash the garlic leaves with Sang Yuke. They were all freshly cut from the ground. These things are similar to chives; even if you pinch off the leaves, they can continue to grow.

Actually, you can't just add green garlic leaves when stir-frying cured pork; the tender white stems underneath have a richer flavor. However, both sangyuke and other green garlic leaves work, so it's easier to use them.

"It's funny to think about it. I was just entertaining people from the bank today and didn't think much of it. Who would have thought that Shen Guangen, that old rascal, would ask me to help a group of farmers who signed contracts to grow sunflower seeds find a market for them. If the quantity is large, like 10,000 tons, I definitely can't handle it; if the quantity is small, like ten or twenty tons, he won't bother with it, and I wouldn't be interested either."

"How much is that?" "About two thousand tons or more, not much more, probably three or four million in value."

At this point in the conversation, Zhang Daxiang laughed and said, "He has already submitted a report, and he had prepared the project plan long ago. He will lend me one or two million as a token of appreciation. He also agreed to a condition: to help me find a larger wholesale channel for bulk goods. When I came back, he was about to go on a business trip to Huating."

"Huh? What's going on?"

Sang Yuke looked up, puzzled, and asked.

Just by looking up, the huge "peach" was visibly swaying.

Sneak attack!

With his hands full of icy well water, Zhang Daxiang suddenly shouted "Elephant Steals Peaches," which made Sang Yuke shiver and get goosebumps all over.

"Shopkeeper, you're so lecherous..."

She gave a reproachful look, but let him fool around. She could just change his underwear when it got damp.

“That old bastard Shen Guangen went to Huating to seize a storefront and a stall in a wholesale food market for me. Originally, the bank was going to lend it out, but he told me to wait for news and then I could buy it back.”

"Is it very valuable?"

“Normally, these are highly valuable assets that are only rented out and never sold. It’s not like someone has a family crisis and is just being lazy and letting the bank take over such a high-quality asset.”

If Shen Guangen is so dedicated and hardworking, then his old classmate must be quite something, unless their friendship is truly that deep.

However, Zhang Daxiang felt that the probability of him going there out of friendship was extremely low; it was more likely that he was Shen Guangen's old classmate and had some kind of status.

These things are irrelevant to Zhang Daxiang. What kind of people or figures others are is none of his concern. His priority now is to recruit soldiers and horses and try to unify the thoughts of everyone in the ancestral hall.

If we can't unify in the future, then we'll split up and the three branches will offer incense separately to the old patriarch Zhang Zhixu.

He still has heavy responsibilities to shoulder, carrying on the family line of twelve generations; he doesn't have time to argue with the major and minor banks.

Thinking about this, Zhang Daxiang realized that it had been a long time since he had teased the old man. If Sang Yuke's belly showed signs of pregnancy next month, he could put some pressure on the old man again.

Zhang Qihui, who had been gloating in the ancestral hall for only two days, felt that living in the city was more comfortable. Although he once again showed off his power in the ancestral hall by taking advantage of his grandson's status, he ultimately lacked confidence and always felt that his grandson wanted to harm him.

"Zhang Qihui, I heard you're waiting to hold your great-grandson? When are you going to start holding him?"

"None of your business. Why are you barking like a dog next to your ancestors? I'll have one grandson next year, two the year after, and three grandchildren in two years."

"Hahahahahaha..."

The old men don't have much leverage over Zhang Qihui now, but as the ninth son, he can only wait for his eight deceased elder brothers to have great-grandchildren before it's his turn—that's an indisputable fact.

snort!
unlucky!

The old man, who was secretly grumbling to himself, dared not voice his thoughts in the ancestral hall. Only after he had walked a distance did he mutter under his breath, "Damn it, why am I the ninth son? Sigh..."

However, when he thought about having three grandchildren in two years, he felt that there was still something to pursue in his retirement life, even if it was a bit more difficult.

(End of this chapter)