Rebirth 1958: My Home is in Nanluoguxiang

Seeing that Lao Li was getting angry, Chang Zhengyang had no choice but to take out his work ID from his pocket and hand it to Lao Li.

Old Li took it and looked at it, his mouth gradually opened wide: "Wow, he became a university teacher at the age of 19, this can't be fake, right?"

Old Zhao came over to take a look and was also surprised. Although he had heard rumors about Chang Zhengyang, he did not know about Chang Zhengyang's current situation.

I was also surprised when I saw the information on the certificate.

He is also a college student, and from Yanjing University at that. He became a university teacher at the age of 19, especially in a highly professional university like the Medical School. The amount of information contained in this is huge.

It also reminded him of Master Chen, who was also a teacher at the Wudaokou Technical School next door when he was still in college. He is now a world-renowned leader in mathematics.

"Old Li, don't read it. This is true. No wonder Xiao Chang didn't join the army. If I were him, I wouldn't let him join the army either. Xiao Chang's talent can only be brought into play in the field of science and make more and greater contributions to our country."

"Well, since you, Old Zhao, have said so, forget it. It's such a pity..."

Old Li returned the work permit to Chang Zhengyang, still muttering to himself, but everyone pretended not to hear him.

Lao Zhao and Chang Zhengyang drank and talked happily, discussing the country's future scientific and technological development. He also lamented that if the country had not been in crisis, he would have been a scholar teaching at a university now, and he would not have to watch his former comrades fall one by one.

"Old Zhao, stop talking. Your thoughts are very dangerous."

Old Li, whose face was already red from drinking, suddenly grabbed Old Zhao's wrist, his eyes full of seriousness at this moment.

As a listener, Chang Zhengyang smacked his lips. He could see that Leader Zhao was an idealist and should indeed go to university to do academic research instead of entering the officialdom.

In fact, he recognized them at the theater, especially Lao Li, a famous warrior in the army. Although he had only seen this man's photo, it was easy for him to recognize him.

Chang Zhengyang put some peanuts in his mouth and said slowly, "Old Zhao, since you just said that you joined the army because of the national crisis, and now that the country is at peace, shouldn't you pick up your original dream and restore your original self?"

Old Zhao was stunned when he heard this: "Restore the original appearance? But I have almost forgotten everything I learned..."

Chang Zhengyang asked back: "Have you really forgotten? If you really worked so hard, how could you have forgotten?"

After a moment of silence, Lao Zhao smiled bitterly and said, "I am already old, and I can no longer do scientific research..."

Chang Zhengyang threw another peanut into his mouth: "Then go teach and educate people. Sometimes, passing on your ideas to the next generation is also very meaningful, right? The tide is coming on the Qiantang River. Today I know who I am!"

This time, Old Zhao remained silent for even longer. When he came to his senses, he found that Chang Zhengyang and the others had left, and Old Li was looking at him with a worried look on his face.

"Lao Zhao, what happened to you just now? Are you possessed by a ghost? No matter how I called you, you didn't say a word. If you don't say anything again, I'm going to call a doctor."

Old Zhao shook his head and smiled bitterly: "It's okay, I just figured out one thing, Xiao Chang and the others are gone."

Lao Li nodded and said, "Well, we've been gone for a while. What kind of nonsense did this kid just give you? Don't let me run into him. Next time I see him, I will make him carry the company's big pot and run ten kilometers fully armed."

"Then you might be chased and beaten by the leaders of the medical school. Come on, let's go back."

Old Zhao stood up and stretched, a relieved smile on his face.

Yes, he should have been a teacher, but he had to get involved in this world of worldly affairs.

The tide is coming in the Qiantang River, and today I know who I am!

In the alley, Lao Zhao and Lao Li were drunk and each holding a child.

Old Zhao said with a smile: "Old Li, in fact, Xiao Chang already knew our identities."

Old Li was shocked and said, "What? That won't do. I have to go find that guy and I can't let him tell anyone about what happened today."

Old Li, who was about to turn around to look for Chang Zhengyang, suddenly stopped and looked at Old Zhao suspiciously.

"Old Zhao, why do I feel like you've changed?"

"Really? Maybe I drank too much today. Let's go back and cook a few more dishes and then we can continue drinking!"

"That's great. I want to drink that box of Moutai in your cabinet!"

"Well, let's drink it to our heart's content today and drink it all!"

The two of them laughed and quickened their pace to go home.

On the other side, little Pig, who had eaten eight generous portions of green onion and pork dumplings, finally began to doze off. Seeing this, the second uncle decided to go back.

When the two returned home, it was already 3:30 in the afternoon. Except for Chang Baichuan, everyone else in the house was out.

After putting the little girl on the bed and covering her with a quilt, my second uncle returned to his room. The moment he closed the door, his expression became ferocious.

The tide is coming in the Qiantang River, and today I know who I am!

Ah!

Lu Da is a fool. I am not Lu Da. I don’t even want the wealth and glory I have obtained!

The second uncle lowered his head and clenched his fists. He swore that he, Guo Piaoqi, must make a name for himself, and even if he died, he must die gloriously!

It was evening, Guo Huiying came back from get off work, and the children also came back from school.

When little Pig heard the noise, he climbed out of bed and described to everyone in vivid detail what he had seen and heard that day.

But the third and fourth sons were extremely envious, and their eyes were full of longing when they looked at their second uncle.

The second uncle pretended not to see it. These two nephews were too naughty and he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control them if he took them out.

The dinner was very sumptuous. This was the first dinner my second uncle had since he moved into the Chang family's home. The dinner was prepared by chef He Yuzhu, with Chang Zhengyang providing the ingredients and Chang Zhengyang helping out. Several people arranged the dishes, and the dinner, which was delicious and had chicken, duck, fish, meat and eggs, finally started at half past six.

Nothing happened that night. Early the next morning, Chang Zhengyang went out to buy soy milk and fried dough sticks. In the alley, he met Wang Qianwen who was also carrying a thermos to buy soy milk. When they passed each other, there was a note in Wang Qianwen's pocket.

"I wrote the address on the note. That should be the mailbox where my second uncle and his superior contacted each other online."

Wang Qianwen nodded slightly, indicating that she understood Chang Zhengyang's meaning.

When Chang Zhengyang came back with a basket of fried dough sticks and a pot of soy milk, the yard was already bustling with activity. His second uncle was leading the children in brushing their teeth.

Chang Zhengyang curled his lips speechlessly. He had never seen these guys brushing their teeth so actively on weekdays. They must want to go out and play with their second uncle.