Nominal: Who isn't a son-in-law?

When Chu Shijun returned to school, it was already past 7 p.m. He had dinner with Jiang Tiankuo and Zhao Lichun at the Jingzhou Municipal Party Committee canteen.

As he expected, Zhao Lichun's hands tightened after seeing the first draft of the report.

However, given the large red checkmarks from Secretary Li and Governor Tian, ​​he couldn't say no and could only nod and say it was well written, offering some other suggestions.

Moreover, with Jiang Tiankuo present, he couldn't show his dissatisfaction even if he was somewhat dissatisfied, since Chu Shijun's original intention was flawless from every angle.

In addition, regarding the development in Jingzhou, Chu Shijun also praised his work in the report, and the secretary and governor both checked it off.

What else could he say? Of course he'd applaud!

You can't just say you're good without mentioning any flaws; that would be unacceptable.

In short, Chu Shijun was a little tired after today's itinerary, but he was very satisfied.

The report was now finalized, and the publication of "The Rise of a Great Power" was officially completed. All that was left was to sit back and collect the money, while also enjoying the political influence that would gradually extend to his future work.

Once the report is published next year, he can begin working on translating the Ming Dynasty history. After the book is finished, he will no longer be financially constrained and it will no longer be a weakness.

As for whether I will write other books, that depends on my future work arrangements, so I won't think about it too much for now.

"I'll spend the next two days finishing the final draft of the report and filling in all the details, then I'll go home."

Back in the dormitory, Chu Shijun washed up, chatted with Qi Tongwei for a while, and then went to sleep.

Qi Tongwei has been very excited these past two days. Liang Lu's father did not show any dissatisfaction towards him and gave him a lot of advice. The same goes for Teacher Gao.

He also decided to start working directly after graduating from his senior year of college, while simultaneously pursuing a part-time postgraduate degree.

When he returns to his hometown, he can tell his parents that he can finally enjoy a comfortable life.

……

The next day at noon, Chu Shijun went to Gao Yuliang's house to freeload a meal.

Gao Yuliang listened to Chu Shijun recount Jiang Tiankuo's words while looking at the report Chu Shijun had written.

After listening, he twitched his fingers, then put down the report, exchanged a glance with Chu Shijun, and laughed.

After listening, he understood Jiang Tiankuo's intention, and when he saw the student winking, he knew that the other party had figured it out.

"Shijun, the teacher is benefiting from your influence."

In Gao Yuliang's view, if he could get this commendation, it would be much easier for Secretary Liang Qunfeng to help him get promoted after he was transferred to a government position. As for the deputy director being promoted to director, it was nothing compared to this.

There's a deeper meaning behind this, whether Chu Shijun noticed it or not, but he certainly did.

That is, Jiang Tiankuo will bring this up at the meeting, but if Gao Yuliang wants it to pass, he himself will have to pull some strings and increase his chances.

Wherever there are people, there will inevitably be conflict. As the saying goes, "Without factions, there are all sorts of strange and wonderful things within an organization."

Jiang Tiankuo offered his suggestions, and his side would definitely approve them. But as for those who opposed them, Gao Yuliang would have to work hard to deal with them. At the same time, he would also have to accept Jiang Tiankuo's favor.

Thinking of this, Gao Yuliang knew that he would be quite busy this year. He could no longer just call some of his old leaders and classmates; he could visit those who lived nearby and reconnect with them.

"Shijun, now that this matter is finished, when are you planning to go home?" Gao Yuliang asked with concern.

"I bought a ticket for the day after tomorrow; Tongwei is also leaving the day after tomorrow."

"Alright, it's still cold in the Northwest. Although you're in good health, please take care to keep warm when you go back, and come back healthy next year," Gao Yuliang nodded. "Also, please offer some incense to the two elders for me, and tell them that as their teacher, I thank them for giving me such an excellent student."

……

Two days later.

Chu Shijun and Qi Tongwei carried their luggage and prepared to go home.

The two took different trains, but after arriving at the train station together, they both embarked on their journeys home as their respective trains departed.

We traveled at a leisurely pace, changing buses twice along the way, watching the ever-changing scenery, from towering buildings to rural life, from the southern landscape to the snow-covered Guanzhong Plain.

Pinyin County, Qin Province, is located in the heart of the Guanzhong Plain.

Chu Shijun got off at the train station and, after wandering around for a while, boarded a bus bound for Qishan Town. (This is a made-up place name; no need to verify.)

His home was in a village in Qishan Town, a place on the outskirts of the city. There weren't many people in the village, but with the Lunar New Year approaching, Chu Shijun could still see many children running and playing freely outside through the car window. During the holidays, they were letting loose and being themselves.

"Driver, stop the car."

The bus braked suddenly and came to a stop on the side of the road. The people on the bus wanted to curse but dared not, and could only mutter in hushed tones so that the driver would not hear them.

Looking at the road leading to the village, which was still about fifty meters away, Chu Shijun gave a wry smile.

When he usually speaks, the driver will slowly brake after he finishes speaking, and if he sees a side road, he will deliberately stop on the side of the road.

I woke up early today, but I ran into an impatient driver who stopped the car without warning.

After the bus drove away, Chu Shijun took a deep breath of fresh air, and the fatigue from the journey immediately dissipated. He picked up his bag and strode towards the side path.

About ten minutes later, we entered the village.

"Hey, Shijun, you're on vacation?"

"Yes, Aunt Zhang, you're on holiday."

"You must be tired from the car ride. Take a good rest when you get back. Come over for dinner sometime..."

Along the way, the villagers greeted us warmly. In this day and age, most neighbors get along well and the atmosphere is good. From one end of the village to the other, everyone knows each other and often visits each other's homes. If anyone has any problems, the villagers will help them out. It's very heartwarming.

A moment later, Chu Shijun stopped in front of a small courtyard.

He glanced at the clean entrance; he hadn't been back for a year, so it was clear that someone had cleaned it, and the weeds along the roadside had also been cleared.

After glancing at the courtyard in the distance, Chu Shijun took out his key and opened the door.

The situation in the yard was not so good. Weeds were growing in the cracks between the bricks, and they were growing very tall in the vegetable garden where there were no bricks. Fortunately, it was winter and the grass was about to wither.

Upon entering the house, Chu Shijun first opened the windows to let in some fresh air, and then he began to get busy.

The house had obviously been cleaned; the dust wasn't thick.

Sweep, dust, and weed, and light a fire along the way.

After finishing all that, more than an hour had passed.

It was already getting late. He could buy the food and supplies tomorrow. He had an important matter to attend to now, which would also solve his dinner problem.

Back in his room, Chu Shijun opened his bag, took out three volumes of "The Rise of a Great Power" that he had prepared, and went out.

Our destination was the courtyard not far away.

This is a two-story building, which occupies a much larger area than his house, and the yard is also very spacious.

Ever since he can remember, he's often come here to freeload meals.

His parents used to work away from home, and he would usually eat here when he came home. Even after his parents passed away, he still spent Chinese New Year here.