Back to the 70s: My Childhood Sweetheart Spoils Me Rotten-Chapter 111 - 110: The Motivation to Make Money

Cheerfully eating away, Gong Ruini remarked that this Chinese New Year was indeed quite nice, especially since Zhao Gang and his friends decided to close shop after earning a significant amount right before the holiday.

After all, the consumption peak was over once the festival was over, and more importantly, a serious new leader had arrived. Zhao Gang, of course, was keen to avoid any trouble; new officials burn three fires, and he definitely didn’t want to be the first.

The most important thing was that they had been busy all winter, and once spring arrived, the hustle and bustle would start once again. Zhao Gang wanted nothing more than to ensure a good rest.

Gong Tao was also exhausted, thinking he could relax upon arriving in the Northeast, only to find himself even busier.

If Zhao Gang hadn’t been leading the way, Gong Tao would have gone on strike long ago, so hearing that he could finally rest was a relief beyond words.

Gong Ruini was happiest about the news of reducing vegetable planting, "Well then, Dad, can we move house now?"

Finally, she could have her own bedroom; how could Gong Ruini not be delighted?

Gong Tao knew well that his daughter had long wanted to move house. Previously, they were busy earning money, and although he often found her too independent, some things were better done without children around.

Especially when he saw Zhao Gang about to become a father again, claiming not to be jealous was a lie; at times, when he could barely muster some interest, the children wouldn’t sleep, and by the time they did, it would be too late.

Thinking of this, Gong Tao suddenly felt his daughter was incredibly considerate, "Alright, we’ll move immediately."

"Yes, Dad, remember to take my little box." Though there was nothing valuable inside, Gong Ruini still wanted to form the habit of having her own box.

She planned that she might wander around the recycling station someday; it’s a place many rebirth or time travelers never miss.

Such a good opportunity was something Gong Ruini couldn’t miss either; it’s a pity they were in the Northeast and not in a big city. If only it were a big city, she could imagine herself sweeping through with her chicken-rib space.

Such a pity, this chicken-rib space ended up with her, this useless owner, truly making a perfect match in a land with no use for heroes.

"I remember, it’s just some clothes." Gong Tao didn’t understand why his daughter valued such a worn box so much.

It wasn’t even made of good wood, but since his daughter liked it, he thought perhaps in the spring, he should look for some good wood, and when making furniture, he could make one for her.

A truly good father, but Gong Ruini thought instead of crafting furniture, she’d rather search for something more fitting.

Unfortunately, Gong Ruini never found the chance; first came adjusting and recuperating upon arrival, then busy with hunting and gathering firewood, followed by planting vegetables for sale. All sorts of things kept her busy.

When there was finally time, it coincided with Chinese New Year during heavy snowfall; Gong Ruini never found the chance to express her desire to wander around the county town.

"Dad, let’s go to the junk shop. Things are cheap there." The more Gong Ruini thought, the more she felt a seed was planted in her heart.

Though she hadn’t gone, Gong Ruini could feel the place calling to her; this time was a good opportunity.

Going to the junk shop to buy a box? Besides how long it would take to reach the county town, just going there to buy second-hand things made Gong Tao feel uneasy.

The reason for suggesting a new box was simply because it was outdated. Who knew his child would want to go to a junk shop; was she trying to save him money?

Gong Tao felt bitter inside, thinking past hardships made his daughter uneasy. Now that they had money, they couldn’t let her use old things.

"Your dad has money." Gong Tao uttered word by word, staring at Gong Ruini.

Isn’t this redundant? Gong Ruini saw Gong Tao and Zhao Gang sharing their earnings. Though it seemed small by future standards, in contemporary terms, they were quite wealthy.

"I know you have money, Dad, but we don’t need to make new stuff." Gong Ruini overheard Cai Meina and them mention concerns that the Gong elders might rush to the Northeast for Gong Qiang’s prospects.

If they used new furniture, even if just a box, it would attract unwanted attention, potentially prompting them to take the things they favored.

Gong Ruini wasn’t willing to let desirable items go cheap to them, "Dad, I want to be low-key; good things don’t suit us."

Good things don’t suit his daughter? What did that mean? His daughter was excellent, so how could she not use fine items? Gong Tao was quite upset.

"I think Ni Zi is right; that guy is very adept at laying traps, especially for those of us here for education. Fortunately, housing was hurriedly built, sparing us a polished house; otherwise, who knows." Zhao Gang constantly felt lucky, grateful for their focus on earning money.

Even Zhao Gang agreed, what could Gong Tao do? Without anyone backing him, especially with a villain lurking nearby, "Alright, I understand."

"Don’t be upset, actually, there are good things there too." Though Zhao Gang didn’t know much from several trips to junk shops, he knew some plundered items ended up there.

Though they often stood out too much, forcing him to abandon them helplessly, "Actually, if we find old books there, we’ll hit the jackpot."

"It’s not just about making money; we’re also striving to preserve our cultural treasures from before." Zhao Gang was all about money now, ignoring other matters, but as a parent, he couldn’t be too greedy in front of the children.

Old books indeed; Gong Tao understood they could be quite valuable if preserved but ensuring they weren’t discovered was key, or else they’d become targets for struggles.

"We can store things in the pit; as long as we bury them well, there’ll be no issue." The idea wouldn’t have occurred to Zhao Gang without discovering the pit.

If something went awry, it couldn’t be pinned on them, "Are we doing it or not."

"We’re doing it, absolutely." Having all this money wasn’t an ideal situation; they couldn’t deposit in the bank, but was it safe at home?

Furthermore, Gong Tao worried about potentially lending money if he wasn’t careful; without funds, he’d have the drive to earn more.

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