Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 700 - 702: Living Billboard

Zhao Guangran carrying large bags, but it didn’t hinder his movements.

Seeing Gong Ruini and them, he swiftly rushed over, "Hello, Nizi."

"Hello, Brother Xu Ran."

Gong Jiaxin couldn’t catch up, and seeing her brother so recklessly rushing, she was very anxious, worrying he might get into trouble. Luckily, he didn’t bump into anyone.

Although relieved, she still gave her brother a good scolding.

"If you act like this, I won’t bring you out again." Gong Jiaxin felt anxious; if her brother really got into trouble, what would she do?

Jia Ming didn’t take Gong Jiaxin’s criticism to heart at all, and as for not bringing him, he cared even less.

Whether he comes to Beijing or not isn’t her decision to make; it’s up to their parents. As long as he behaves well, Jia Ming wasn’t worried his parents would disagree with him coming to Beijing.

Especially recently, their father had earned quite a bit of money. To earn more, he would definitely consolidate relationships with the second uncle, so missing such a good opportunity wasn’t an option.

Looking at Jia Ming, who basically didn’t care, Gong Jiaxin didn’t know what to say. Although a little angry, considering how their cousin in the uncle’s family was treated, she let it go.

Gong Jiaxin didn’t voice any protests, but Gong Ruini wasn’t having it, "Brother Jia Ming, what do you mean by this?"

"What’s wrong with me?" Jia Ming was confused. Didn’t he behave pretty well? Why was his sister having such an attitude? He didn’t offend anyone, did he?

"Is your attitude towards Sister Jiaxin correct?" Gong Ruini knew Jia Ming had a high status at home. Not only was he the son, but as the only surviving son after Miao Cuihua had several boys, it’s normal to be a bit nervous.

No matter how high his status at Gong Zhuang’s house, in Beijing, he had to follow the rules, especially since Gong Jiaxin was considering him.

Jia Ming’s actions were just a habitual move, not expecting Gong Ruini to be unhappy. He really didn’t understand why she was so serious.

Even if he didn’t get it, he knew if he insisted, he would be the one in trouble. He could only concede, "Sis, I’m sorry."

Her own brother apologizing so sincerely made Gong Jiaxin quite embarrassed. Though Gong Ruini indicated she should bear it, she couldn’t stand it.

Gong Jiaxin hurriedly indicated it was okay, okay. What could Gong Ruini do? Some things she could help organize, but how to set it up was her business. As long as Jia Ming didn’t climb over her in the future, that would be fine.

Gong Ruini’s silence indicated to Gong Jiaxin that she had done a very foolish thing. She wanted to explain one or two things but couldn’t do it in front of Jia Ming.

"Alright, let’s go back." Picking someone up in the summer is really not a worry-free job, especially when those coming out of the train station have been on long-distance buses, and the smell of not bathing for days, Gong Ruini really didn’t want to experience it again.

"I need to take a shower first when I get back." Jia Ming was really super satisfied with the bathroom at Gong Ruini’s house, so big and comfortable, though not in summer, but in winter, soaking in the bath would definitely be nice.

"You must take a shower first." Gong Ruini didn’t want to appear like she was trying to ruin the young boy’s small ego, but she really wanted to stay away from him, acting like she didn’t know him.

"By the way, Nizi, are the fish in the pond big now?"

"Have the grapes come out?"

"And have you raised many quails? My grandpa raised quite a few quails, and they laid lots of eggs." Fortunately, Jia Ming spoke softly later.

Although the climate is getting better and more places are starting to sub-contract, people still didn’t spread the word.

"And you’re eating well." Gong Ruini only then realized Jia Ming had put on quite a bit of weight since last year. Luckily, he hadn’t turned into a thick-headed pig-like boy, or Gong Ruini really couldn’t bear to look; it would be too stimulating.

Jia Ming didn’t mind Gong Ruini’s disdainful tone at all, "Yeah, I ate a lot."

Jia Ming patted his little belly, "If it weren’t hot, my grandma’s braised quails and braised quail eggs are really delicious."

Thinking of those delicious things, Jia Ming couldn’t help but lick his tongue, the taste was so good.

Braised quails and braised quail eggs, oh my, this is also a way to get rich. Gong Ruini was amazed. Here she was, supposedly a time traveler, yet she couldn’t think of these ways to get rich.

This really needs some serious reflection. You can’t always aim to get rich quickly, but these small ways definitely shouldn’t be missed. Once established, it brings lots of money over time.

As for the braised quails, Gong Ruini wasn’t worried. Cai Meina’s skills were pretty good; she could definitely make them.

Eating meat in the summer felt a bit too greasy, but braised quails had a great taste. However, thinking of her dad’s ideas, Gong Ruini hesitated again.

Forget about it; this money-making idea, she’ll just report to her parents. Whatever decision they make isn’t something a kid like her should meddle in.

"By the way, Nizi, my mom said their grandparents raised quite a few chickens this time. They’ll mail some dried chicken to us." Speaking of food, Jia Ming remembered something important.

Miao Cuihua would actually mail wind-dried chicken to his home. Although she hadn’t eaten it, Gong Ruini remembered hearing that Miao Cuihua’s parents were excellent at making braised dishes and dried chicken.

Gong Ruini laughed, it seems the light being under the candle was not only her. Many people had good skills but just didn’t put them into practice.

It seems necessary to talk to Gong Tao about this. As for how the Miao Family decides to act, that’s up to them. Anyway, she would just remind them.

All along the way, Jia Ming’s mouth didn’t stop, talking about home life and how good his grades were.

If it were a year ago, Jia Ming really didn’t want anyone asking about his grades because it was a scar.

A year on, Jia Ming loved it when people asked about his grades, getting especially excited whenever someone asked and happily reporting his scores.

Coming to Gong Ruini, he was all excitement, though his scores now barely impressed her. Back then, even the dumbest Zhao Guangran had better scores.

But seeing his excitement, Gong Ruini allowed him to show off a bit; after all, he worked hard from a bad student to an outstanding one, and he needed an opportunity to brag.

Gong Jiaxin was trying to restrain herself before, but later she got excited too. Her grades were also good this time, scoring first in her class, something she never expected.

What got Gong Jiaxin most excited was, "Nizi, I think I can get into Jing University."

No way, such improvement? Gong Ruini was quite shocked. From their regular correspondence, she knew their grades were good, but she didn’t expect them to be this exceptional.

Compared to Zhao Guangran and them’s excitement, Gong Ruini was excited for a different reason: because they did well in exams, people around them couldn’t help but want to buy test practice books.

And those practice books sold were all money. In Gong Ruini’s eyes, mind, and brain, all she could think was money, money, money.