Mythology Returns! Starting with Folklore and Strange Tales

Chapter 96 Trivial Matters, Offering Sacrifices

"You said you have a temporary worker position available?"

"right!"

"You want your brother to take this spot?"

"That's right!"

"No restrictions on education level, age, or workplace; you can choose any company, and you'll be promoted to a permanent position after one year?"

"You still need to take an exam to become a full-time employee, but the questions aren't difficult, and the positions are always available. If you don't pass, you can take the exam again. The only difference is that the salary will be a little lower, but the other benefits are the same."

Looking at his nephew talking so eloquently in front of him, he really wanted to slap himself twice to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Unfortunately, decades of accumulated knowledge collapsed instantly in the face of the above three conditions.

Does such a good thing really exist?

presence.

But it usually doesn't happen to ordinary people.

Even though Zhang Chengxiang's family was much wealthier than his younger brother's, although they weren't exactly rich, they were still considered well-off. Moreover, thanks to the connections he had built up over the years in business, he could always find relatives and friends to help him with simple matters back in his hometown.

Even so, he couldn't find a suitable job for his son; a high school diploma was enough to block everything.

Of course, there are jobs available for carrying bags and selling goods, but it's better to help out at your own shop than to do manual labor and suffer mistreatment for others.

At least the latter, once they become proficient, can truly inherit the shop.

But right now, his nephew, who has only been in the workforce for two years, has confidently secured a job for his older brother.

He said he was a temporary worker, but the meaning behind his few words was much more than that.

Moreover, look at this group of people gathered in your own living room.

Is a temporary worker worth such a big fuss?

And what does the nephew, whom they haven't seen for only a few days, represent as the unseen center of these people?

But compared to women, there is one advantage to men making decisions: once they have made up their minds, they won't ask too many questions or say too much: "Your uncle's vision can't keep up with yours, so I won't say any more. Take care of yourself, and if you're tired, come home and rest for a while."

"good!"

Only by truly experiencing it can one understand the meaning of the word "family".

Once the old man and the young man had agreed on the outcome, the people crowding outside the door and in the hallway came in handy.

Some of them took out job benefit descriptions that they had hastily printed out the night before, some were filling out and revising contracts, and others even brought out computers to thoughtfully guide Brother Zhang Wei in filling out the "labor contract".

In contrast to the surging and noisy crowd, Zhang Wei exchanged a glance with his uncle and then silently led his men away from the neighborhood.

Once you've accomplished what you needed to do, there's no need to linger.

Although he came back in triumph, to be honest, he didn't know many people in his uncle's neighborhood. He couldn't very well show off in front of his uncle, could he?

The real highlight was at my maternal grandmother's house, where I grew up, in that small village.

The convoy, now with new members, honked its horn as it drove from the village road into the village temple.

Temple platforms, also known as opera stages, are typically found alongside village temples in villages with a large population and some wealth. The area in front of the temple platform is usually a square, but seating is only temporarily set up during performances; otherwise, it serves as a place for villagers to socialize and chat.

However, for villages with limited space that makes it difficult for multiple vehicles to park at the same time, the square in front of the temple is the most convenient parking space.

It was the sound of the horn, used to warn pedestrians when parking, that made the village chief, who was sitting with his legs crossed in the small building on the other side of the temple platform, frown and get up to look out the window.

That one glance was enough to make his legs go limp like noodles.

Compared to the county magistrate and his colleagues' shock and bewilderment, his reaction was much stronger.

But no matter how strong the reaction is, you still have to keep going and show your face, right?

Otherwise, what might have been a simple stroll and observation could turn into something else entirely. If you don't show your face, people will assume you're up to no good, and you'll be in deep trouble.

However, in this haste, the village chief still managed to take a little time to make a phone call to his assistant who was away, asking him to notify the others as well.

He rushed as fast as he could, arriving at the temple platform just as the vehicle came to a stop and the gate opened.

With a freshly forced smile on his slightly pale face, he looked at the young man who was the first to get off the minibus, and a sense of déjà vu flashed through his mind.

But he quickly suppressed the inexplicable thoughts in his mind and hurriedly went to greet him: "Hello, hello, what brings you here?"

Zhang Wei readily accepted the hand extended by the other party, clasped both hands together, and wore a fawning smile: "Hi, what leader... Uncle Shuan, don't you recognize me? Two years ago, you even sent someone to my grandfather's house to ask us to vote for you!"

help?

There were so many people who helped him, how could he possibly remember them all!

But this seemingly warm remark plunged him into an icy abyss.

Even though it was nearly noon, the world before his eyes had turned gray and white.

At the same time, the faces of the people who subsequently disembarked from the minibus also darkened.

Pulling his hand away from being tightly gripped, Zhang Wei ignored the trembling "Uncle Youshuan".

In the years before the family had any troubles, Zhang Wei had listened to his grandfather's ramblings quite a bit. Since the other party could take it so casually, he wouldn't mind saying it casually now.

That one sentence is enough to help the other person find a peaceful and quiet place for the rest of their life.

Ignoring the graying complexion of "Uncle Youshuan," Zhang Wei's gaze swept over the elderly people sitting under the trees and on the doorsteps around the temple platform before he led his men straight to his grandmother's house.

After they left, the previously deathly silence instantly filled with lively chatter: "Was that Guifu's nephew?"

"Yes, that's right, it's his nephew. Wow, he's really grown up. Look at his entourage, being picked up and dropped off like a big shot."

"It's tied up, what a pity!"

"What's there to regret? They're the same kind of people. Instead of feeling sorry for him, you should hurry up and go see Brother Guifu. My old brother's made it big too!"

"See? Now you know how to call me 'older brother'? Do you want me to help you recall how vividly you described that person's son's divorce before? 'Older brother'? Pshaw!"

"You..."

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Although he was getting farther and farther away from the temple platform, faint sounds still reached Zhang Wei's ears.

He just smiled at this and didn't stop walking.

Villages that are not all of the same surname often share a common habit: they resent those who have something and laugh at those who don't. Even among villages of the same surname, some things are unavoidable, and sometimes even worse.

Zhang Wei chose to return in such a grand manner just to vent his anger.

childish?

conventional?

boring?

Perhaps.

But he simply did what any young person with the ability would do: he could endure hardship and toil, but he couldn't bear to see himself and his family suffer.

I was taught from an ordinary family that we shouldn't cause trouble and that suffering a loss is a blessing. Fine, he was indeed inferior to others, so I tolerated it.

But now, as a weather inspector, a junior under the dual care of my master and my ancestors, I have to make him swallow his anger?

"Grandma, Grandpa, Mom, I'm home!!!"

Having shed his burdens from his work, Zhang Wei, now with a different demeanor, affectionately hugged the elderly couple and lifted them up. Then, in front of everyone, he shared his thoughts.

As expected, his idea of ​​taking the two elderly people and his mother away was immediately rejected. However, Zhang Wei was not in a hurry. He had already prepared his thoughts on the way back.

As the accompanying people entered one by one, Zhang Wei introduced their identities to each of them.

Seeing the somewhat flattered elderly people, Zhang Wei brought up his idea again, adding, "I've caused such a commotion since I came back, do you two really think you can have peace and quiet in the village?"

"I won't tell you what kind of people the villagers are, but don't you know? When they come begging for help, will you listen or not? If you don't listen, people will gossip and you'll be angry afterwards. If you do listen, should I do it or not? We can't just turn our lives around and then have someone else's business send me to jail, can we?"

"Be good, listen to me!"