I can travel back and forth in 1986

Chapter 10 "Mother and Son" First Meeting

Seeing how readily he agreed, and considering that the wine was indeed without major problems, the shop owner thought it might be worth a try and someone might like it, so he readily transferred the money to Zhang Beichuan.

With a "ding" sound, Zhang Beichuan looked at the bank deposit notification on his phone.

【招商银行】您帐户6999于03月21日入帐18000元，余额51269元......

After confirming that the money had arrived in his account, Zhang Beichuan smiled.

This is much more lucrative than being a beast of burden, he asked tentatively before leaving.

"Boss, I have a few more boxes of Fangjian swords at home, would you like them?"

I chose Jiannanchun because it was easier to buy in Yingcheng in 1986 than Moutai or Wuliangye, and its price was higher than that of Quanxing Daqu from the same period.

"Anything else?" The boss looked at Zhang Beichuan in surprise.

Zhang Beichuan chuckled and scratched his head. "Didn't I just tell you? My old man used to work at the supply and marketing cooperative and he really likes wine. He has quite a collection at home, but now he has high blood pressure and has to drink less."

"Is it of similar quality to this batch of square swords?"

Although there are many ways to fake an antique now, Zhang Beichuan considered that these people make a living by their eyesight. They can fool ordinary people, but they will be blind when they encounter professionals.

So he chose to tell the truth and nodded with a smile.

"The quality is about the same."

The boss hesitated for a moment. He wasn't sure if it was a good time to sell these 12 bottles of Fangjian swords; the risk of buying more was too high.

However, if these wines could be sold successfully, the profits would be substantial, so they wanted to have a backup plan.

"Well... the sales of aged liquor depend on chance, unlike regular liquor which circulates as quickly. My shop is small and the profit margin is low, so I can't sell that much at once. How about we add each other on WeChat, and I can contact you again if I need to?"

Zhang Beichuan naturally understood the boss's polite refusal, but he didn't seem very disappointed.

"it is good."

After exchanging contact information, the boss politely saw Zhang Beichuan to the door, then turned around and took out his phone to film a few videos of the wine, which he then posted in the group chat.

"Hey guys, something weird happened to me today..."

Zhang Beichuan was naturally unaware that the boss had turned around and was sharing his bizarre experience with his colleagues.

He visited several small supermarkets near the entrance of the residential area and spent 1,000 yuan to buy out all the lighters in the nearby supermarkets. He then spent another 2300 yuan on a knife-wielding website and ordered 10000 lighters.

This batch of lighters includes both piezoelectric lighters and flint lighters.

Just as he was about to go upstairs, his phone rang. Zhang Beichuan picked it up and saw that it was an unknown number.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Hello, this is from the Pindaodao (拼刀刀) shop. You just placed an order for 10000 lighters. Are you sure you want that many?"

The online store owner on the other end of the phone was completely dumbfounded. Many people buy lighters online, but this was the first time he had ever seen someone buy so many at once.

If someone tries to take advantage of the offer, we'll lose a lot of money.

"My family owns a supermarket, and we're giving these away as gifts during our opening promotion," Zhang Beichuan said as he walked.

"Really? Chinese people don't lie to other Chinese people?"

"Really, you can rest assured about shipping the goods. I guarantee no refunds and no trouble from you."

Hearing this, the online store owner was still not reassured and confirmed it several times before hanging up the phone.

Zhang Beichuan shook his head helplessly. When he got home, he rummaged through his belongings and found a regular electronic watch he used in college. It showed 9:35.

Then, after unpacking the things I bought that morning and putting them into the woven bag I usually use for grocery shopping, a thought suddenly crossed my mind, and I was transported back to Shihe Village in 1986.

It was still around five or six in the afternoon, and wisps of smoke were already rising from the village entrance. Zhang Beichuan identified the direction and walked towards the direction of his old home that he remembered.

Before he even got there, he heard a girl's clear, crisp voice.

"I won't give any more. I only have six candies. I'll eat one myself, and I'll give one to my parents and my two younger sisters. Also, Dad said my uncle went to the county town to get his ID card and will be back tonight, so I need to save one for him. That's all."

Immediately afterwards, a little boy's voice came over.

"If you don't give it to me, I won't let you watch TV at my house anymore."

The little girl was quite stubborn. "Fine, I won't watch it then. Who cares about your broken TV? Once my brick house is repaired and electricity is connected, my dad will buy me a TV!"

Zhang Beichuan listened to the little girl's words, then looked at her somewhat familiar profile and saw that she was about ten years old. He was slightly taken aback. This matched his mother perfectly at this time.

I couldn't help but laugh to myself. It turns out that my mom perfectly inherited my grandparents' competitive nature when she was young, and she never admits defeat in anything she does!

There was indeed an old television in the family, which Zhang Beichuan knew about as far back as he could remember.

It was bought by my grandfather after my grandparents built the house in 88. He went to work on a construction site in Shanxi for more than a year and saved money to buy it.

"You're just bragging. My mom said your family is the poorest in the whole village. You're still dreaming of building a brick house. Add to that the three of you money-losing kids, and your family will never be able to afford a TV in your lifetime!"

"You're talking nonsense!" the little girl's voice was very stubborn. "My parents said that as long as we work hard, things will definitely get better!"

"Get better? Dream on!" The little boy shook his head smugly. "Your family can't even produce a son, who's going to live in the house you build? For you three money-losing brats? Buy a TV? Pshaw~"

These words were like a thorn, piercing Zhang Beichuan's heart and causing him to stop in his tracks. A nameless fire suddenly ignited within him.

Now that he has experienced it firsthand, he understands why his grandparents worked so hard their whole lives.

They desperately wanted to be number one in the village and desperately wanted to live a good life, all so that they wouldn't be looked down upon.

He wanted to rush up and teach the child a lesson, but the next second a scream rang out!

"what!"

Zhang Beichuan rushed over, worried that his mother might be bullied.

But then he saw his mother, Zhang Xiaoli, who was about ten years old, riding on the little boy, hitting and scolding him.

"You son of a bitch, you said my family is poor, you said we're a money-loser, I'll beat you to death, you said it... you said it, are you going to say it or not?"

Although the child was a little boy, he was no match for the girl who was scratching and clawing like a little tyrannosaurus when she got angry.

She could only cover her face and hug her head, crying as she spoke.

"Waaaaah... I won't say anymore, I won't say anymore, waaaaah..."

Zhang Beichuan quickly picked his mother up from the little boy's arms. The little girl was still not satisfied and kicked her legs wildly, turning her head and shouting.

"Who are you? What's it to you? Let me go... let me go... I'll fight him to the death today!"

It took Zhang Beichuan a lot of effort to finally hold the little girl.

"Alright, alright, he's given in, stop hitting him. If you keep hitting him, his parents will find out and come to your house tonight, and you'll get a beating for nothing."

The little girl, who had been held in his arms, calmed down and watched as Shi Lei, the youngest son of the village head, ran away. Only then did she struggle to break free from the stranger's embrace.

She looked at Zhang Beichuan warily, took a small step back, and felt a strange sense of familiarity welling up inside her, even though she didn't recognize him.

"Who...who are you?"

"I'm your uncle, Zhang Beichuan." Zhang Beichuan spoke gently, afraid of scaring his mother who was a child. He pulled out a handful of opened White Rabbit milk candies from his woven bag. "Here, your uncle brought you candy and fruit."

Zhang Xiaoli stared wide-eyed at the milk candy she had never seen before in her hand, and swallowed hard.

She heard from her parents that her uncle, who runs a business in the provincial capital, had returned today and would be back in the evening. However, the person in front of her looked young and was not quite the "uncle" she had imagined.

"Uncle... Uncle?" The little girl hesitated as she took the candy, asking softly, "Are you really my uncle?"

"Absolutely genuine." Zhang Beichuan smiled and ruffled her hair. It was the first time he'd ever touched a tiger's head like that, and he felt a little strange inside, but he remained calm. "Are your parents home?"

"Yes!" Zhang Xiaoli nodded vigorously, then, as if remembering something, she handed over the hard candy from her pocket, "Uncle, you have some candy too."

Looking at the candy she handed him, Zhang Beichuan felt a warm glow in his heart.

Although my mother didn't take care of me much when I was little, she went out to work when I was just over one year old, just to earn more money so that I wouldn't have to worry about food or clothing.

Although she can be sharp-tongued at times, she still cares about herself very much. This little girl is only 10 years old, yet she already knows how to share, which is truly remarkable.

"Okay, thank you for the candy." Zhang Beichuan looked at her with bright eyes, then took out a handful of candy from his woven bag and stuffed it into her pocket. "These are for you and your sisters. Come on, let's take Uncle home."

Zhang Xiaoli's pockets suddenly felt heavy; she had never had so many candies at once before, and her eyes lit up.

Those few candies were bought by my parents with a dime because they saw that I had been helping with a lot of chores around the house lately.

"Thank you, Uncle!"

Zhang Beichuan felt strange hearing his mother call him "Uncle," but he had no choice but to accept this identity.

He picked up the woven bag and followed the little girl with two pigtails, skipping and hopping, home.