Quick Transmigration: Learning Makes Me Improve

The main problem is that Qi Tongwei is too poor.

The tuition fees for his university education were all raised by the villagers.

After getting together with Chen Yang.

Chen Yang even paid for the hotel room.

This is a mess.

It's a bit embarrassing.

It is indeed very enjoyable to be a kept man.

But Qi Tongwei felt a little uncomfortable.

I feel like I'm Chen Yang's kept gigolo.

We still need to make money.

Qi Tongwei's space contained a considerable amount of gold and antiques.

All of this was accumulated during He Yuzhu's years in the world of courtyard houses.

Some of these were collected by him after he became a capitalist.

There are also unclaimed and ill-gotten gains confiscated through the space.

Some of it was even "robbed" from the treasuries of countries like the United States and Japan.

His actions at the time caused great alarm in these countries.

They thought they had encountered a paranormal event.

These things were piled up like a small mountain in his space.

There's no end to the money to be spent!

Of course, he wasn't a miser; he just liked to hoard things in his space.

It's packed full.

I felt incredibly satisfied.

Like Zhao Dehan, who was poor and penniless, hoarding 200 million yuan in paper money but dared not spend it.

But the feeling of having something and not having it is different.

Now Qi Tongwei is struggling with how to spend this money.

And without attracting attention.

After all, he was a poor student and had not yet officially started working as a public servant.

Suddenly I have money.

Anyone would find something wrong with it.

They must have gone down some evil path.

If he gets this kind of reputation, how can he improve?

In the end, he decided to go home first.

Five thousand years of history.

There have been so many wars, plagues, and famines throughout history.

It has been able to be passed down and reproduced to the present day.

Every family has had a wealthy past.

So it's reasonable for me to dig up some gold that my ancestors buried underground, right?

With that in mind, he didn't delay any longer.

After greeting Chen Yang.

I boarded the bus home.

The reporting date written on the dispatch certificate is August 1st.

It's early July now.

There's still a month of vacation left.

Qi Tongwei hasn't been home for a long time either.

I'll go take a look.

This was also the first time he had seen his family since he traveled through time.

To be honest, there's still some distance between us.

Although he has Qi Tongwei's memories.

But it wasn't him after all.

After several hours of bumpy travel in a noisy and crowded vehicle.

Qi Tongwei arrived at Guyingling Town, Yantai City.

The unfamiliar yet familiar street scenes and dialect struck him.

Guyingling Town has only one narrow street.

On both sides were supply and marketing cooperatives, post offices, credit unions, and several privately owned grocery stores.

The glass display cases at the supply and marketing cooperative had very few goods.

But there was a picture of a "color TV" on the door.

Qi Tongwei remembers that color TVs were incredibly expensive back then.

Anyone who buys one is buying a big-ticket item.

It will be surrounded by children and adults who are watching TV dramas.

Tractors occasionally chug by on the street.

However, the main mode of transportation is the bicycle.

A 28-inch steel bar, with one in the front and one in the back.

Some children even ride them with their arms slung across their shoulders.

People's clothing was not as glamorous as it is in later generations.

Most of them are blue, gray, and green.

Occasionally, you can see one or two young people wearing brightly colored suits or dresses.

They came back from working in the south.

Wearing aviator glasses and looking at an electronic watch.

It can be said that it led the fashion and trend.

He ate a pancake and drank a bowl of spicy soup.

The spicy broth is made by simmering chicken and eel bones, thickening it with cornstarch, and then adding pepper.

Spicy and warming to the stomach.

It's a favorite among people going to the market.

Qi Tongwei took a sip.

It immediately awakened the body's hometown stomach.

Warm and spicy.

so comfy.

After drinking it, Zhao Donglai couldn't help but exclaim, "It tastes like mom's cooking!"

Qijia Village is about an hour's drive from Guyingling Town.

There are no bread carts.

We have to walk there.

The road was a bumpy dirt road.

On rainy days you're covered in mud, on sunny days you're covered in dust.

Only a few villages near Guyingling Town have been paved with gravel.

These villages rely on stone for their livelihood.

It is wealthier than Qijia Village.

at last.

We've arrived at Qijia Village.

The first thing you see is a cluster of low rammed earth and tiled houses.

Some even have thatched roofs.

However, a few families have built brand new red brick houses.

It seems they made a fortune abroad.

Almost every household in Qijia Village has a courtyard enclosed by a bamboo fence.

They raise chickens and ducks.

Under the old locust tree at the village entrance, a group of elderly people sat chatting idly.

A group of children were chasing and playing nearby.

I saw Qi Tongwei return.

They all greeted each other warmly.

Ask him about school and where he was assigned.

Once he was a little away, they excitedly whispered among themselves.

The village's intelligence organization.

Qi Tongwei returned to "Qi Tongwei's" home.

His family was almost the poorest in the village.

Several cracks appeared in the rammed earth wall.

They used straw mixed with mud to cover it up.

The windows are also small, resulting in poor lighting.

Moreover, it was a muddy, damp, and cold place.

Besides an old wooden bed, a broken wardrobe, and a square dining table.

There was almost no decent furniture.

However, the wall is covered with his certificates of merit from childhood to adulthood.

Glory, burning hot, covered with time, smoke, and grease.

He silently observed all of this.

He lamented the original owner's muddy past and his desire to rise above others.

Mother Zhao Lanhua went to work in the fields.

They haven't come back yet.

Qi Tongwei gathered some ingredients from the kitchen and unleashed the culinary skills that He Yuzhu had honed in his previous life.

I cooked a whole table of dishes for my mother.

Waiting for her to come back.

Presumably, the village's intelligence network has already informed his mother of his return.