Reborn in 1979: I Raised a Fortune with Four Daughters

Chapter 3 First Survival

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I don't know how long I sat under the tree.

Zhao Yuan opened his eyes.

The various experiences from my past life are still vividly etched in my mind.

There's no going back; my past self is already dead.

I was reborn.

Silence, silence, my mind went completely blank...

Being reborn is always better than being completely dead.

The idea instantly popped into Zhao Yuan's mind.

Now all we can do is try to adapt to our current life. Since God has arranged it this way, we can only accept it gladly.

if not?

no way.

After all, Zhao Yuan in his previous life was a very successful and rational person, so he quickly accepted reality.

Having figured all this out, it's time to adapt to the environment. This Zhaoyuan is still 28 years old, while my past self was already 52.

No matter how I look at it, I still came out ahead.

At this stage, the focus should be on survival.

Fortunately, I still have my memories of my past life.

I've figured it all out.

Zhao Yuan got up and dusted himself off.

He pushed open the door and walked into the left-hand room. Lin Fangfang was lying on the bed, facing inward. Zhao Yuan walked closer and leaned down to look at the baby next to him. The baby had a rosy little face and was extremely cute.

That bastard Zhao Yuan hasn't even named the baby yet.

"Let's name the third child Zhao Nana."

As he spoke, he bent down and touched the third brother's face.

Lin Fangfang was startled and opened her eyes to look at Zhaoyuan in astonishment. How could he have given his daughter such a beautiful name?

Logically, it should still be the younger sister, or something like that.

"I'm sorry about what happened last night. I apologize again, and this will never happen again."

Zhao Yuan didn't exchange many glances with Lin Fangfang before leaving the room after speaking.

Lin Fangfang couldn't help but cry again, feeling wronged. These were the words Zhao Yuan would have said many years ago.

Back then, Zhaoyuan always gave in to Lin Fangfang and treated her like a precious gem.

Zhao Yuan walked into the kitchen, where there were several eggs in the cupboard.

Zhao Yuan took out two eggs and quickly made boiled egg custard.

Zhao Yuan took a bite himself, and said, "Hmm, it tastes good, very fragrant."

Although there were no seasonings, the ingredients used during this period were all genuine and organic; his title of "Master Chef" from his previous life was not just for show.

Zhao Yuan was secretly delighted.

In his previous life, Zhao Yuan was an exceptional cook, and his friends called him the "God of Cookery."

Zhao Yuan took the kettle hanging from the stove and poured some hot water into the basin.

"Fangfang, get up, wash your face, and eat breakfast. The hot water is ready."

"Since it's another daughter, we won't have any more. We'll leave it to fate. What others say is none of our business."

Lin Fangfang was shocked and her heart skipped a beat. She turned around to look at Zhaoyuan.

Why did this person's personality suddenly change so drastically? Could it be that they've gone crazy and are having some kind of mental breakdown?

Is another storm about to break out?

Thinking about all this, Lin Fangfang quickly got out of bed, washed her face with trepidation, and ate some white rice with steamed egg custard.

Lin Fangfang glanced at Zhao Yuan secretly, but his eyes didn't seem to show any obvious abnormality.

Lin Fangfang quickly went back to bed and lay down, thinking about how to deal with the impending storm.

Then came a long silence; nothing happened.

After a moment of silence, Zhao Yuan went into the next room and sat on the footstool in front of the bed. (Note: Old-fashioned beds are usually very high, with high edges, and a long footstool is placed in front of the bed for easy access.)

Zhao Yuan felt his pocket and found a bag of local tobacco and several small, cut rectangular pieces of paper, which were for rolling cigarettes.

Damn it, they're still smoking these paper-rolled cigarettes, I've only ever seen them on TV in my past life.

There was no other way, so I rolled a cigarette, took out a match, slid it aside, and lit the cigarette.

I took a sip.

"Cough cough cough".

Damn, this is so pungent.

Zhao Yuan cursed inwardly in despair.

The most pressing issue now is how to make money and quickly improve the family's living conditions.

Zhao Yuan felt around in his pocket and pulled out three large ten-yuan bills and a few crumpled coins.

Zhaoyuan took on the bamboo basket production job from XXX Factory. At that time, there were no plastic baskets yet. XXX Factory was a state-owned military factory that needed several hundred baskets every month, and Zhaoyuan provided 100 bamboo baskets each month.

The basket factory settles the accounts for the previous month's goods at the beginning of each month, and receives 50 yuan each month.

It's February 12th now, and I only paid the bill two days ago. Yesterday I found out it was another girl. She and a few of her cronies went to the countryside for a meal and spent over ten yuan.

"This is utter nonsense," Zhao Yuan cursed inwardly.

The family only has thirty-odd yuan now. Although thirty-odd yuan is a month's salary for an ordinary worker in this era, it is still too little for Zhao Yuan to solve so many problems in the family.

It is February 12, 1979, and the market economy has just been opened up.

But in this isolated rural area, there was little concept of a market economy.

The National College Entrance Examination (NCEE) was reinstated in 1977.

Should he take the college entrance exam? Although Zhao Yuan only has a primary school education, he was a top student in his previous life. If he took the college entrance exam now, he would most likely get into Guohua University, which is the best university for science in China.

But there are still three children in the family who need to be raised, and he has gone to school. What will happen to the whole family?

Although these people seem to have nothing to do with me, the thought of it still causes a strange, dull ache in my heart.

It felt as if I was closely connected with them.

I don't think I had this feeling in my past life.

Zhao Yuan rubbed his chest and continued his thoughts.

The reform and opening-up policy was launched in December 1978.

The reform and opening up had only been going on for a few months.

Opportunities abound everywhere.

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Zhao Yuan quickly searched his memory for historical information, looking for the key details.

Retracing the history of reform and opening up, there are so many opportunities to do so.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuan felt grateful that he had been reborn.

I must seize the opportunity and make this life even more fulfilling than the last.

But the key issue now is how to accumulate initial capital to move away from this impoverished mountain village.

Zhao Yuan took another drag of his cigarette.

cough cough cough

Zhao Yuan choked again, coughed a few times, and his mind became more active.

Having memories of a past life, as long as one seizes the opportunity, creating wealth should be even easier than in their previous life.

Although I was successful in my past life, the long-term social engagements and overwork had already taken a toll on my health. In fact, many of the social engagements were out of necessity, and I was forced to get drunk for a long time, which led to my baldness in my early 50s and my sudden death.

Although he enjoyed all the riches of the world in his previous life, he neglected to manage his family. After making money, he became arrogant and eventually his marriage broke down. After the divorce, his son was awarded to his ex-wife, and he has always felt guilty towards them.

The divorce had a significant impact on her son, who became extremely rebellious. He couldn't get into any domestic universities and had no choice but to go abroad. It seemed that she and her son had no communication other than about money.

This had always been a source of pain for Zhao Yuan in his previous life.

After his divorce in his previous life, Zhao Yuan never remarried. With no one to care for him, the life of luxury and extravagance was indeed very pleasant at first, but after a while, the novelty wore off and he was left with endless loneliness.

Especially later on, those who came into contact with me were all after my own wealth; it was all about getting what they wanted, like a transaction.

That feeling of emptiness is quite unpleasant, especially during holidays.

In this life, I will never walk the same path as in my previous life.

A smile appeared on Zhao Yuan's face. He seemed to have an idea in mind.