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"Go back inside and do your homework. I still have things to take care of!" Li Xiaoyun had no intention of paying attention to her brother and simply sent him off to do his homework.
"Yun, what happened? Why did you close the door?" Jiang Yizhou paused his actions and asked with concern.
"..." Li Xiaoyun just shook her head. Everyone has their own sorrows, just like now; Jiang Yizhou asked something he shouldn't have.
The only thing he could confirm was that the woman's shoulders, which had been tense, slowly relaxed.
"Yun, will you still be here in the future?"
"No, I'm going back home!"
"Then... please leave me an address!"
Whether in this life or the last, there was no doubt that Jiang Yizhou's emotional intelligence, especially regarding this matter, was at a very low level.
...
"What's wrong? Did you find some money?" The elder tapped a few times on the dining table, reminding the somewhat distracted Jiang Yizhou, "Focus on eating."
"Oh..." Coming back to his senses, Jiang Yizhou hesitated for a moment and said to the elder, "Uncle, I found a job today. It's eight hundred a month; I guess it's considered an office job."
"What are you doing? It’s not some scam company, is it?" Jiang Maode licked the vegetable leaves stuck in his teeth and filled his bowl with rice from the pot. He still deeply doubted Jiang Yizhou's situation. An office job? That's work for highly educated people. Can you just self-study a few books and get that? Not likely!
He understood his nephew's level of effort; he studied late into the night every day. Fortunately, renovation work wasn't too physically demanding; it required some skills so it didn't wear him out completely. But how could just over a month compare to four years of university education?
"Not really, I'm training people, you could say I'm a teacher, teaching them how to program, like the things I write on paper." Jiang Yizhou felt that explaining this to the older generation was quite troublesome.
"When do you start working?"
"Tomorrow."
"Then I'll go with you to take a look; just a proper job! By the way, later go find Foreman to settle your wages."
"Okay."
A meal ended quietly like this. Ever since Jiang Yizhou became diligent and eager to learn, the conversations between the old and the young had decreased significantly.
Regarding this situation, Jiang Yizhou attributed it to a conflict in life perspectives. For example, his radical views on finance seemed crazy to the older generation; they could at least consider it as a desire to get rich. However, it was even stranger that he read books and studied things that were completely incomprehensible.
If you want to go to college, why would you drop out when you have such determination?
Jiang Maode had also flipped through those books; he could barely recognize Chinese characters, but he couldn't understand the other symbols.
The vast majority of people passively wait for the times to change them. Those who actively seek to change the times either soar to great heights and become wealthy or fail miserably.
Mediocre people ultimately make up the majority. It's not that waiting patiently won't bring happiness, but it also doesn't change anything.
"Pork Knuckle, why are you here tonight?" Brother Yu stood at the entrance of their collective dormitory, which Foreman had helped them rent—a row of houses where each room was crammed with one or two bunk beds. It was cheap, but the older generation was not accustomed to this environment and had rented a place outside instead.
"Brother Yu, I'm here to settle my wages. I just found a new job that pays better than working here."
"Isn't it good on the construction site? Although it's a bit tiring and dirty, you can earn quite a bit!" Brother Yu felt it was a pity, and the other peers also urged Jiang Yizhou to stay.
In this era, construction workers still made good money. He started as an assistant, helping Jiang Maode and learning the ropes, earning two to three hundred a month. Once he became skilled, doubling that wouldn't be a problem. If the construction team could take on projects independently, the wages would be even higher since there would be fewer hands needed, but of course, that wasn't realistic.
There were also physically demanding jobs that required no technical skills, with average pay; as long as you had strength, it was fine. Initially, Uncle planned for him to do some brick-moving and package-carrying work, which would have been fitting for someone with his strength, but he didn't take it.
"No thanks. How about I treat you all to dinner tonight? Let's celebrate!" After working together for over a month and being fellow townsfolk, their relationships weren't too bad; they might even be better than those among his roommates. If something went missing, they would only suspect each other rather than think of him.
Brother Yu's full name was Jiang Haoyu. In his hometown, the Jiang surname was quite common and had ancestral halls. In several surrounding towns, there were many people with the surname Jiang. Therefore, naming conventions involving surnames and generational names were not as strictly followed in his generation.
Jiang Haoyu's face lit up with a bright smile. "Yi Zhou is treating us to dinner! Are we going?"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Of course we're going!"
...
Due to the existence of that IOU, the money was taken by Jiang Maode. After working for over a month, it amounted to just over three hundred. Jiang Youming had enough in his pocket and settled it smoothly. After listening to Jiang Maode's account, he couldn't help but feel emotional. "He really is someone with potential for studying; he's already become a teacher now. Why didn't he realize it sooner? If he had figured it out earlier, our village might have produced a college student by now!"
Before the elder could respond politely, a commotion from outside interrupted them. Jiang Youming's expression turned serious; drinking at gatherings often led to trouble. He stepped outside and shouted at a group of young people, "Pay attention! Don't drink too much! If you're late for work tomorrow morning, your wages will be deducted!"
Hearing the weak response, Jiang Youming didn't continue to shout. When it came to money matters, most of them would listen. Every year, there were people who got stuck and couldn't go back home. He had deep feelings about this; it was either being blocked and asking for a solution or begging the finance department above to hurry up and allocate funds. Every year, if he wasn't the last one to return home, he simply wouldn't be able to go back at all.
The old man called over Jiang Yizhou and handed him a slip from the wages they had just settled, advising, "Spend it wisely; my money doesn't come easily!"
"I know, I know!" Jiang Yizhou called out to the group behind him, "If you know a place that's affordable and tasty, recommend it! Otherwise, we won't have enough money to pay the bill!"
"I know a place; just follow me!" It was still Jiang Haoyu.
...
About ten minutes later, at a restaurant, Boss Xu leaned against the door frame, bored, smoking a cigarette. There were only a few scattered customers in the shop, making it quite relaxed. Some were settling their bills or ordering more.
Suddenly, a sound of footsteps came from the alley beside him. Old Xu looked at the group of over ten people suddenly gathered in front of his shop, somewhat stunned, with his mouth open in confusion.
As the group approached closer and the light illuminated the face of the leading person, Old Xu smiled and said, "You're back again! Why did you bring so many people this time? Looks like tonight will be busy!"
Brother Yu pointed at Jiang Yizhou and said, "We're here to celebrate him tonight. Isn't he poor? Thinking of you, Old Xu, being affordable, we all came here!"
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