Reborn in a small village in the 1990s

Chapter 50

No matter what Zhao Dage said, Zhao Tingming just wouldn't agree.

Signing a contract with a six-year-old child is practically the same as deceiving someone. What if their family comes looking for you?

Zhao Tingming drank his wine sip by sip, firmly disagreeing.

Zhao Da'e was furious. This old man was so stubborn; no matter what she said, he just wouldn't do it.

Having no other choice, Zhao Da'e took a sip of his drink and finally asked, "Then can my mom sign it?"

"That's fine."

“By the way, Grandpa. Let me tell you, this water is valuable. The most valuable things in the world are food and water. In the desert, a cup of water…” Zhao Da’e began to speak eloquently.

Zhao Tingming quickly stopped him: "No, our Dongtaizi Village isn't in the desert, it's hundreds of miles away. Are you planning to sell the water to the desert? Will you even cover the travel expenses?"

Zhao Da'e: "Uh..."

Isn't this like casting pearls before swine?!

"Grandpa, I'm just using an analogy. The water in our village is clean and sweet. We sell it to the city so that city people can drink it..." Zhao Da'e continued to talk.

Zhao Tingming took a sip of wine: "Are city people stupid? Paying money to buy water?"

“I…the city has running water, right? That running water doesn’t taste good. If we sell our village’s water to the city, then…”

"What if people start saying, 'Our village has fooled city dwellers'?!'"

Zhao Da'e sighed: "Forget it. There's no point in talking about it."

Zhao Tingming took a bite of pig's head meat and, while drinking, said, "Big Goose, don't be delusional. Even if everything you say is true, city people still buy water from our village. How are we going to deliver it? This water isn't just any ordinary water; are we going to carry it there on shoulder poles? If not by manpower, then by vehicle? Our village's tricycle is still pawned at the hospital..."

“Grandpa, the well water in our village is great for brewing wine. The wine you’re drinking is made with our own grain and water, from the famous Dongtai Old Cellar, and that’s no exaggeration. There’s also sorghum wine and bulk wine; as long as it’s made in our village, it’s valuable.” Zhao Da’e analyzed logically.

Zhao Tingming scratched his head and took another sip of wine: "That's true. The wine brewed in our village is really delicious. Speaking of which, there are several wineries in the village. You could just have your parents brew wine and sell it."

“Selling wine requires capital, but selling water doesn’t,” Zhao Da’e said matter-of-factly.

Zhao Tingming stared blankly at Zhao Da'e, then gave her a thumbs up: "Granddaughter, you're amazing. I'm getting old..."

Zhao Tingming picked up some food, then poured a small cup of wine for Zhao Dage: "Have a sip. Stop talking nonsense. Studying is the right path. If you studied more and weren't so foolish as you are now, wouldn't that be so much better?"

Zhao Da'e was so angry he almost jumped up: "It's over, I've been humiliated. This is so unfair, they said I'm not well-educated."

"Anyway, Grandpa, I'll get my mom to sign and put her fingerprint on it in a bit."

Zhao Tingming scoffed, "Your mother isn't as stupid as you."

Zhao Da'e: "..."

Zhao Da'e picked up the wine cup on the table and drank it all in one gulp. Then he grabbed a handful of peanuts and stuffed them into his mouth: "Spicy, spicy, spicy. So spicy."

"Grandpa, how many years has this wine been aged? It's so spicy."

Zhao Tingming, his eyes blurry with drunkenness, said, "I don't know. You gave it to me."

Zhao Da'e ate some other dishes, then gnawed on a large steamed bun and ate pork head meat. Whatever the reason, he wanted to eat and drink his fill first.

Before long, the two of them had finished all the food on the table and downed a bottle of wine.

Zhao Da'e stuffed the peanuts from the bottom of the plate into his pocket, ignoring the grease, then climbed onto the counter and filled a pocket with candied hawthorns. Finally, he let out a satisfied burp and walked away, half-asleep.