I'm incredibly ambitious after being reborn.

Chapter 7 This grandson is a real grandson
You can't afford to waste your own energy on teasing old men; the essence of teasing them is to detach yourself from worldly affairs.

Of course, the idea of ​​PUA (Pick-Up Artist) on one's own grandfather is somewhat absurd.

Anyway, the old man has been a little afraid to see his grandson lately.

Because whenever his grandson saw him idle, he would ask him if he had already found a daughter-in-law.

We must urge them to get married!
You're a 60-year-old comrade, how can you sleep well at your age?

You need to take your grandson's marriage seriously.

"Grandpa, someone a little older is fine too, I'm perfectly okay with it. Don't even mention being a year or two older, even three years older is no problem. 'A woman three years older is like a gold brick,' I'm fine with it."

"Let me take another look and search. I'll go to the city in the next couple of days to ask my old colleagues."

"Yes, we need to hurry. I'm even giving up university now so I can focus on getting married. I'll try to complete the 'one person, twelve descendants' task before I turn forty. I have a heavy burden on my shoulders. Besides, if I can't even support one great-grandson, then even if we fence off the land for those nine houses in Nanxingtou, we won't be able to register them. If my relatives see this, they'll say we're swindling land."

"Okay, okay... I'll go to a matchmaking agency in the city tomorrow morning and ask a professional to inquire."

Old Zhang had originally wanted to have a sip of wine, but his grandson's words disgusted him and made him lose all his drinking habit. He doesn't actually drink often; now he drinks purely out of worry.

The old man was now filled with regret. If he had known it would turn out this way, he shouldn't have put on such an air in the ancestral hall, saying he wanted to continue the incense offerings for his nine sacrificed brothers...

He's so stupid, really. He only knew that continuing the incense offerings was a very ritualistic thing, but he didn't know that continuing the incense offerings of twelve families was actually too sinister.

These days, after finishing breakfast, Zhang Qihui eagerly awaits his grandson's departure from his stall, hoping he won't come back.

Zhang Daxiang relentlessly pressures the old man to get married every day. If the old man doesn't get a little push, he'll genuinely believe his retirement life is happy and fulfilling.

How can a 60-year-old comrade have the nerve to go to a teahouse to smoke, listen to music, and play mahjong after retiring?

I need to figure out a way to help my grandson with this important life event.

If you don't give that little bit of retirement pension to your grandson, are you going to leave it to the waiter at the teahouse?

Driven to desperation, the old man sheepishly went to stay at his son-in-law's house for two days, saying he missed his granddaughter.

As a result, Zhang Daxiang rode his motorcycle to visit his aunt's husband in the city, bringing back a lot of bags and packages, mostly food and household items.

My uncle-in-law was unemployed and feeling disheartened. Zhang Daxiang brought so many things over, which could actually help alleviate the family's financial pressure.

Old man Zhang Qihui's visit was ostensibly to see his daughter and granddaughter, but his real purpose was to find an excuse to relax and give his son-in-law's family some money.

It's not much, just five thousand yuan.

If you use it sparingly, it will be more than enough to cover your expenses for the year.

“Grandpa, how can you stay at your uncle’s house for so many days? If you do this, people in the countryside will gossip about us. They’ll think we’re abusing the elderly.”

"..."

Old Zhang's frail body trembled; he was truly afraid to see his grandson now.

That grandson is a real grandson.

After teasing the old man, Zhang Daxiang took out an envelope and handed it directly to his uncle-in-law, Cheng Wenlin: "Uncle, here is twelve thousand yuan. I'm opening a fast food restaurant in the North Gate in a couple of days. You can come and help me with the food. It'll be one thousand a month, an advance on your salary for a year."

"Oh? Ah Xiang, is your business doing so well?"

Aunt Zhang Zhengyu was somewhat surprised. She didn't have time to be polite with her nephew. After her husband lost his job, the household expenses wouldn't stop, and money was still needed everywhere.

The business my nephew is in has been mentioned not only by my elder brother Zhang Zhengqing, but also by many other family members in the city.

"If I didn't not have a driver's license, I would have already started driving the car."

"Oh my!" Zhang Zhengyu exclaimed, realizing that his nephew was being very boastful, but not serious; he was just joking.

The old man couldn't stand the younger generation bragging. Although he himself wished he could boast that he was invincible, he was worried that if he opened his mouth, his grandson would urge him to get married again, so he could only keep his head down and eat sunflower seeds.

As the son-in-law, Cheng Wenlin sat with his father-in-law, drinking tea and eating melon seeds. Face wasn't important to him.

Money is the safest bet.

"Ah Xiang, thank you."

"Let's count the money first. It's twelve thousand in total. If business is good before the New Year, we'll open another branch in Ximen. So, when you have time, get a driver's license and then get a van."

"it is good."

Cheng Wenlin nodded and followed the instructions.

In another family, an eighteen-year-old pointing and gesturing is usually ignored by the elders.

But Zhang Daxiang had been in charge for a long time; Cheng Wenlin had been watching him for years.

In the eyes of his relatives, Zhang Daxiang was the "other people's child," and not just someone with good grades.

“Uncle, if the Ximen branch opens by the end of the year, you have dozens of acres of land near your hometown. Could you talk to your hometown about it for me? I’ll take it over to farm and open a factory.”

"You have a plan, right?"

"Yes, but we'll take it one step at a time. Let's start by getting the fast food restaurant at the North Gate up and running."

"Okay, I'll follow your instructions."

The conversation with my uncle-in-law, Cheng Wenlin, went very smoothly. The reason I didn't talk to my aunt-in-law, Zhang Zhengyu, about helping out was mainly because Zhang Zhengyu hadn't lost her job.

At least for now, my aunt's job is still very stable, so the couple only needs one person to provide financial security.

It would be better to let my aunt come and help.

"Give this to Wenwen, I'll give it to her when she gets out of school."

Then she took out a Walkman and placed it on the coffee table. Uncle Cheng Wenlin would never have accepted it in the past, but now he didn't care and just put it away, planning to give it to his daughter when she got out of school.

"Alright, I'm still busy with the prefabricated houses in Wujiatan these next few days. Once I'm done, I'll come over and call you, Uncle, to get some practice."

Zhang Daxiang picked up his teacup, took a sip, and stood up, looking at the old man. "Grandpa, would you like to come back with me?"

"I'll stay for two more days..."

“I have no problem with you staying for two days, but don’t forget the important business. I need to burn twelve incense sticks, and I can’t possibly handle everything myself, can I? Otherwise, people outside will gossip and say that Zhang Xiang has no one left in his hometown. Grandpa, you don’t want outsiders to look down on your only grandson, do you?”

"..."

Old Zhang, with his head tucked in, remained silent, not daring to even look his grandson in the eye.

The former director of Jiyang No. 2 Chemical Plant was a diligent and conscientious person who was in charge of discipline, production and safety. He was an outstanding comrade who was extremely serious and dedicated to his work.

At that moment, the 60-year-old man lowered his head and secretly watched his grandson ride away on his motorcycle.

He was even too embarrassed to say "Be careful on the road."

"Ugh……"

Comrade Zhang Qihui sighed deeply, finally admitting in his heart that he was just a useless old coffin!
(End of this chapter)