Chapter 3: A Wife Fell from the Sky

Hearing the old man's words, He Yuzhu was shocked beyond measure—what grocery shop, what wife, he had no impression at all.

Isn't this like a pie falling from the sky?

This old man is the director of their street office, a veteran cadre transferred from the main force troops, and he never talks nonsense.

In my previous life, I was a small-town nobody; I didn't even own a house in the city, only a wholesale department with hardly any customers, and basically no one looked up to me.

Even the two who agreed to meet were extremely odd.

For example, one rather short person actually complained I wasn't tall enough and also complained the wholesale department was too outdated, with no novelty at all.

For example, one rather ugly person complained I was too handsome, fearing they couldn't handle it later. The town's young people are already few, and this idea is indeed quite funny.

He Yuzhu is even more pitiful—he spent his whole life without a wife, finally marrying Qin Huairu, serving them like an ox and horse, ending up with a miserable old age.

Now that I have a wife, I don't need to look for those women from the old courtyard house anyway—basically they all have some problems.

"Director Mi, which family's girl has taken a liking to me? Lately my head has been hurting, and I can't quite remember."

"You." Director Mi gave a meaningful smile, "It's your grandfather Wen's granddaughter Xiao Wen. You've already met her, haven't you? Although the girl isn't beautiful, her physique is fine, and she brings a grocery shop as dowry—your life will surely be good."

Director Mi didn't intend to elaborate, merely telling him to marry that girl and definitely get the grocery shop running.

He Yuzhu then recalled the first half of Director Mi's sentence—inheriting a grocery shop! This left He Yuzhu uncertain, since nowadays everything is public-private joint ventures—how could one still inherit a grocery shop?

Moreover, it's already the 1960s; it probably won't last many years.

Seeing He Yuzhu's hesitation, Director Mi told him not to worry at all, because this grocery shop is unusual—no one will cause trouble.

Listening to Director Mi's leisurely explanation, He Yuzhu's worries gradually faded.

This grocery shop is actually quite small, located in a little alley in front of the courtyard house; strangers can't find it, but its history is very long.

Even before the Anti-Japanese War, this little grocery shop was a secret contact point, where many intelligence agents passed messages and sometimes produced flyers.

It was a fine place that made the enemies grit their teeth.

Back then, the one stationed here was Old Master Wen.

"Later they wanted to promote Old Master Wen to a high office, but since he preferred to guard this grocery shop, they specially approved it, allowing private operation."

He Yuzhu nodded, although he didn't know what the future held, at least for now there was nothing going on.

"Um, Director Mi, could you go see Comrade Wen now?" He Yuzhu's face flushed, "When can we get the introduction letter? Let's just get the certificate these few days."

Director Mi burst out laughing.

"Xiao Wen went out of town to perform; she'll probably be back in a month or two." Director Mi replied, "Let me first take you to see the grocery shop; put your mind at ease—there will be no problem with your marriage."

He Yuzhu followed Director Mi out, but the courtyard house had some undercurrents.

Yi Daye's old face was twisted out of shape as he paced back and forth at home, seemingly pondering something.

"No, we can't let Zhuzi take over Old Wen's grocery shop, or else who will support us in our old age?" Yi Daye sighed, "Old Wen's granddaughter isn't a pushover."

"I think Xiu Xiu is actually fine; she won't hold what happened the other day against her."

Yi Daye waved his hand and left the house.

Following Director Mi to the grocery shop, He Yuzhu sighed inwardly; he had expected a proper room, but it turned out to be a tiny space of less than ten square meters.

It looks like it was remodeled from something.

Inside, a five-watt bulb was hung; the innermost part had a small bed, and only by the window stood a shelf holding some sugar and a few loose cigarette rolls.

There were also several dusty wine jars.

"You're not unfamiliar with this place; the stock is low now, so you'll have to arrange supplies yourself." Director Mi chuckled, "I'll talk to Xiu Xiu on that end—just relax."

After saying that, Director Mi hurried out, as if avoiding something.

"Ding, system detected the host owns a shop; system officially activated."

He Yuzhu stayed in the grocery shop until seven or eight o'clock before figuring out this broken system; its function is still simple—punishing the beasts of the courtyard house.

The system's full name is Merchant System, created by an organization called Merchant; it randomly selects personnel across the universe, and he was lucky enough to be chosen.

Now his is only a level-one system, which can only dispense ordinary supplies; another function is linking to the wholesale department he previously owned.

Part of the wholesale department's goods can be opened up.

"Ding, system rewards the host with a newbie gift pack: ten catties of white flour, ten yuan, opening industrial goods—ordinary matches, snacks—sugar melon."

After putting everything away, He Yuzhu also began to imagine what his wife would look like—big eyes, high nose bridge, fair skin, and preferably a pair of long legs.

He chuckled to himself, heehee.

Jia Zhangshi, sitting in the central courtyard, thought He Yuzhu's laughter was too annoying; she had eaten the whole lunchbox of dishes herself, so why couldn't she give him a taste?

"Shazu, you ate all the food—what are we supposed to do?" Jia Zhangshi ran up to He Yuzhu and asked, "If you eat alone, you'll get intestinal perforation."

Just as doze met pillow, He Yuzhu raised his hand and slapped Jia Zhangshi's fat cheek, shouting, "What do you call me? Try saying it again."

Jia Zhangshi looked dazedly at He Yuzhu, seemingly unable to understand why she got slapped.

"I can't go on." Jia Zhangshi slowly lay on the ground, "Anyone can bully us widows and orphans—is there no one to manage this?"

He kicked her out with his legs, He Yuzhu still wanted to give her another beating, when suddenly three or four figures rushed out from Yi Daye's house—the fastest was a tall, sturdy figure seemingly endowed with endless strength.

"Zhuzi, how could you hit an elder?" Yi Daye demanded sternly, "What matter absolutely requires this kind of resolution?"

Over there, Qin Huairu had already pulled up the shrewish mother-in-law who was causing a scene; looking at He Yuzhu, her eyes held an indescribable feeling.

"Ask San Daye."

He Yuzhu returned home and closed the door.

Ding, reward: ten catties of white flour, one catty of meat. Host, you're too shallow, too shallow—better use your brain to think.