Courtyard House: Drunk and tipsy, the whole courtyard exposed at the start.

Zhang Dabiao didn't take her inside; he simply explained that if she went in, they would lose sight of the anchor point of the Balasu educated youth settlement.

If I want to go back to Balasu, I'll have to take the train for several days, and I can't explain it to the cultural propaganda team. I still have to go to the grassroots level for a performance tomorrow.

After looking through the door for a while, Zhang Dabiao closed it. Then he took Mu Wanqing to the balcony and opened a few windows—

Behind this window are the village houses of Agongyan Village in Hong Kong. I own four village houses here, and I've created a fake identity here called Zhang Yaoyang.

Qin Mancang killed someone to save me back then, didn't he? I transferred him to Hong Kong, and he's working for me now.

Behind this window is a small wooden hut in the backyard of the Mixue Ice Cream flagship store. Qin Mancang works here. I have eight branches. I'll make you a Mixue Ice Cream to drink later. It tastes really good.

Behind this window is the teahouse in Lishuiqiao Village, which is also my property—a transit point for grain and cultural relics.

My assets in Hong Kong are worth several million, including over a dozen houses, tenement buildings, and village houses.

Simply put, your husband here in this day and age has no worries about food or drink, and is rolling in wealth.

By the time we make it to the 21st century, our family's assets will be at least several billion!

As for telling her this today, it's to give her a surprise. From today onwards, we're family, so there are no secrets.

Mu Wanqing sat in the living room, watching the endless stream of programs on TV. Some showed futuristic products that would affect the entire house, others featured a robot vacuum cleaner running around on its own, and the AI ​​assistant "Xiao Ai," which she couldn't quite place where she could talk to it. She remained silent for a long time.

She is still processing this information.

If you can't figure it out, then don't think about it anymore.

In the end, he only asked Zhang Dabiao one question—

"What about the clothes I'm wearing?"

"Whose is it?"

Zhang Dabiao's face turned pale; he had forgotten about this.

Then he began to explain that his ex-girlfriend was Mu Wanqing's future granddaughter, but Mu Wanqing's child was adopted.

So he turned on the computer again and showed Mu Wanqing photos of his ex-girlfriend, as well as one or two photos of "Grandma" Mu Wanqing.

Mu Wanqing stared for a while, then rubbed her temples: "So, you married your future girlfriend's grandmother?"

Zhang Dabiao nodded.

"So when you first met me, you called me 'Grandma,' that's what you meant?"

Zhang Dabiao nodded awkwardly, but he still got slapped by Mu Wanqing for it.

Tell me, isn't this a miscarriage of justice?

Once the misunderstanding was cleared up, Mu Wanqing no longer cared about the women's clothes.

She hugged Zhang Dabiao and kissed him: "I believe you!"

Then--

Then came the wedding night ceremony. Zhang Dabiao first took Mu Wanqing to the bathroom to take a shower and showed her how to use the water heater.

Then I prepared a simple candlelight dinner, played some soft music, and made sure to make sure it was a proper ceremony.

finally--

4000 words omitted here.

It didn't stop until 4 a.m.!

Mu Wanqing was completely exhausted and fell into a deep sleep.

Zhang Dabiao held her in his arms, looking at her charming face—he had finally brought home his wife.

Whether we settle down in No. 95 Courtyard in Beijing, in Hong Kong, or directly in Balasa, it doesn't matter!

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At 6 a.m., the alarm clock woke up, and Mu Wanqing quickly urged Zhang Dabiao to return to the tent at the Balasu educated youth settlement.

Otherwise, if others wake up in the morning and find no one in the tent, something bad will happen.

Zhang Dabiao yawned and said it was nothing, Erhei was guarding the gate.

Then, holding the shy Mu Wanqing, they went to the bathroom to take a shower, changed into their old Lenin uniforms, had breakfast, and then returned to Balasu.

Only then did people start getting up and leaving the house.

Pushing open the tent door, Mu Wanqing straightened her clothes, feeling a little embarrassed.

But the other educated youth noticed something important—"Comrade Mu Wanqing, what are you doing...?"

"Did you take a shower?"

"what?"

Mu Wanqing then realized that she had taken a shower, used shampoo and shower gel in her "little nest," so she was now the cleanest and prettiest person in the entire Balasu Commune!

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was radiant and stunning!

In the end, she had no choice but to push Zhang Dabiao out as the scapegoat. "That was Dabiao. My husband brought water over and dried my hair and washed my face."

The older educated youth who asked the question could only silently complain in their hearts—money talks!

Some of the older educated youth were teasing the newlyweds. Although they hadn't heard anything last night, judging from Mu Wanqing's energy and the way she walked, they knew that Zhang Dabiao had put in a lot of effort last night.

Yang Yibai hid in her room, watching Mu Wanqing in the courtyard in silence. Although she was very jealous, she knew that with Zhang Dabiao there to protect Mu Wanqing, there was nothing she could do, nor did she dare to do anything.

When Zhao Weiguo and the others went to tease Zhang Dabiao, they were glared at by Zhang Dabiao with just one look.

Are you asking for a beating, kids?

After a quick breakfast, the cultural propaganda team prepared to set off.

Led by Captain Ma himself, the commune also arranged a small truck to take eight people to the Hongshiqiao Brigade for a performance.

Zhang Dabiao packed up the tent and rode his motorcycle there.

According to him, I am a family member of the propaganda team. Wherever my wife goes, I go. Is going to collect folk songs or not collecting folk songs?

As for the goose and two old hens, they were placed at the educated youth settlement to be raised by the older educated youth. You can take any eggs you want, as long as the goose and hens are alive.

The educated youth settlement was their residence. After the performance, they would have to come back to rest. When they returned, the eggs would belong to Zhang Dabiao and Mu Wanqing.

Captain Ma drove a small truck, with Yang Yibai, the "delicate," "depressed," and "out of sorts" leader of the arts propaganda team, sitting in the passenger seat. In the back of the truck sat Zhao Weiguo, Liu Yuanchao, Zhu Hongqi, Tang Juan, Su Tiantian, along with their performance props, costumes, and the dry rations for the next few days.

Zhang Dabiao had a tent tied to his back, a backpack on his back, and was wearing a dog-skin hat, goggles, and a mask. Mu Wanqing was sitting in the sidecar carrying Erhei. The seat cushion had been padded with several layers of cotton by Zhang Dabiao, making it very soft. She was also wearing a dog-skin hat, goggles, and a silk scarf to cover her mouth to protect her from the wind and sand.

Not only that, Zhang Dabiao even applied sunscreen to her before she left the house—sunscreen left in the house by her future granddaughter after she broke up with Zhang Dabiao.

Although this relationship is awkward, it's not going to benefit outsiders, is it?

Therefore, Zhang Dabiao and Mu Wanqing were more like tourists.

Zhang Dabiao also prepared a cup for her, filled with Monster Energy sports drink taken from the refrigerator, to help her stay awake, since she had been up very late the night before.

This treatment...

The members of the propaganda team were filled with envy, jealousy, and resentment, but dared not say anything.

After all, Zhang Dabiao's fighting prowess is undeniable, and since he was using his own property and not taking advantage of the public, no one can find fault with him.

Saying that the two of them didn't "share the same things" with the other members? Forget it. Considering the meal last night, no one will say anything more.

The benefits Zhang Dabiao brought to everyone far outweighed the meager meals he ate.

Several hours later, when everyone was almost shaken to their limit, the cultural propaganda team finally arrived at the Hongshiqiao Brigade.