[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-my-restarted-life-1992":3,"chapter-my-restarted-life-1992-my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-75":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","My Restarted Life: 1992",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2279625,4460,"Chapter 75: Zhou Andong Is Beaten","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-75",75,"\u003Cp>The New Year atmosphere in 1992 was still strong; firecrackers could be heard sporadically even on Little New Year. After Zhou Andong washed up indoors, he poured the water out into the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin stepped out of the house with a wooden comb, brushing her hair as she said, “Brother, it’s market day today—going to the market?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong replied, “Yes. It’s only a week until New Year’s—buy what you need.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going too! I’m going too!” Zhou Anning heard and jumped up, shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong grumbled, “It’s freezing out—what’s the point of you tagging along?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going anyway!” Zhou Anning pouted, her eyes welling up as she stared at Zhou Andong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh dear, now you’re crying.” Zhou Andong pinched the little girl’s cheek. “Fine, I’ll take you—stop crying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The market was located at the suburban fringe south of Jiangzhou, held every third, sixth, and ninth day of the lunar month. Many surrounding towns came here, so it was sizable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially with the New Year approaching, people from the city flooded in; the crowd was so dense it was impossible to push through. Zhou Andong worried for the little girl’s safety, so he let her ride on his shoulders—she giggled with delight for a long time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big brother, I want a sugar-coated hawthorn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright!” Zhou Andong asked, “Xiao Bei, do you want one?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anbei shook his head: “No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong spent one yuan to buy two skewers of sugar-coated hawthorns—one for the little girl, one for Xiao Qin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother!” Zhou Anbei ran over to Zhou Andong, staring at a row of firecracker stalls. “Let’s buy some firecrackers this year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Zhou Xiao’s incident, they used to buy a few firecrackers for good luck during New Year—but since the incident, they hadn’t bought any.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong remembered clearly that year—Xiao Bei was still young, crying and begging to buy firecrackers, but back then they couldn’t even spare two or three cents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Buy them. Not just some—buy a lot.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” Zhou Anqin bit hard into her sugar-coated hawthorn. “Buy plenty—annoy that old witch Zhao Guifen to death.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Wu!” Zhou Andong suddenly spotted an old man over seventy and called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hanbao heard the call, turned, saw Zhou Andong, and smiled in greeting: “Dongzi!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Wu, how’d you get here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By donkey cart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many people?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Plenty—seven or eight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re taking the bus back—help me haul my stuff home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“As long as it doesn’t crush the cart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong had just come to stroll around; there was nothing much to buy. They had plenty of wild game at home—no need to buy meat. And at this time of year, besides dried goods like wood ear mushrooms, daylily buds, and fungi, fresh vegetables were still rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in another couple of years, when the “vegetable basket” project shifted from merely building production bases to developing both bases and market systems, winter vegetables in the north would gradually become abundant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong bought some dried goods, fish, and shrimp, then went to the firecracker stall and purchased over three hundred yuan worth—completely filling two large nylon sacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Hanbao was surprised by how many firecrackers Zhou Andong bought, but didn’t ask further: “Just leave them by the cart—I’ll load them up when the market breaks up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, Old Wu.” Zhou Andong pulled out a pack of Hongmei cigarettes and shoved them into Wu Hanbao’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You kid, why give me cigarettes?” he muttered—but he clutched the pack tightly, his face wrinkled with delight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That night, Yuan Liying scolded Zhou Andong: “You’re so wasteful. Eat and drink as much as you want, but why buy so many firecrackers? Light one, it’s just smoke and a bang—gone in a second.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anqin stuck out her tongue at Zhou Andong. Zhou Anbei had already vanished somewhere to avoid trouble; the little girl was gnawing on a frozen pear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong stepped outside. Yuan Liying asked, “Dinner’s almost ready—where are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a deep drag: “I’m not hungry. Eat without me—I’m going for a walk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the countryside, once winter arrived, villagers had nothing to do and gathered to play cards, especially as New Year neared—both old and young loved a few hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anbin was no exception—he played day and night. Just after dinner, he stepped out with a toothpick between his lips, looking cheerful—probably had a good winning streak that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the east village entrance, Old Zhang’s small shop had crowds every day playing cards—some playing poker, others mahjong. Zhou Anbin liked playing there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How deep is my love for you? How many parts does it hold? My feelings are true, my love is true...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anbin hummed the tune, quickening his pace as he neared Old Zhang’s shop—he didn’t want to arrive late and miss a spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, a shadow flashed before him—a burlap sack dropped over his head, followed by a storm of blows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ow! It hurts! Stop! Stop! Who are you?!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Anbin’s screams echoed far through the silent night, chilling to the bone. After what felt like an eternity, the attacker finally stopped. Then he heard footsteps retreating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong returned home, halfway through dinner, when he heard Zhao Guifen shriek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who’s the bastard who beat my son like this? I won’t let this go...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehehe...” Zhou Andong ran out, a chicken leg in his mouth, then leapt onto the wall. “Auntie, what’s wrong? Did Anbin get beaten? Or Anlei?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Andong!” Zhao Guifen pointed at him, furious. “Did you beat Anbin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong frowned. “Auntie, don’t accuse people without proof. Did you see me hit him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly!” Zhou Anqin stepped out too. “Auntie, don’t falsely blame people.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong snorted. “A few days ago, the factory received several letters reporting me—I suspected Anbin and Anlei wrote them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Guifen jumped like a cat with its tail stepped on, screaming: “Zhou Andong, you little brat, how dare you say such nonsense? Anbin and Anlei haven’t even finished elementary school—how could they write reports?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong tossed the chicken bone on the ground and wiped his greasy mouth with his sleeve: “So even though I suspected them, I never confronted them—right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Guifen huffed, embarrassed: “I’ll overlook it—you’re just a kid.” Then she turned and went inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Andong chuckled, jumped off the wall, and put an arm around Zhou Anqin’s shoulders: “Let’s go back inside—it’s too cold.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the morning of January 28, in Zhuhai City, at the top of the Yuehai Building’s revolving restaurant, an elderly man was dining. A middle-aged soldier carrying a two-yuan-forty note approached, bowed slightly, and spoke softly beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s today’s People’s Daily. There’s an article you should read.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let me see.” The old man looked up, nodded with a smile, and took the newspaper. “Socialist Core Values.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged soldier said, “Yes, this article.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man continued reading: “Advocate prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony... My Chinese Dream... The great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older man’s eyes brightened with each line. He spent over half an hour reading the article, less than two thousand characters long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This kid Zhou Andong is extraordinary. So young, yet he possesses such strong strategic vision and foresight. If I get the chance, I’d really like to meet him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The middle-aged soldier paused, then, as he stepped back, pulled out a small notebook from his pocket, wrote down “Zhou Andong,” and after a moment’s thought, added a star after the name.\u003C\u002Fp>",1247,"2026-06-20T01:18:49.036Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","f219c6247a331e6fdd4add69e6fb2eab6f7ade032ff3c958d4f1aa7eea61bda8","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-76","my-restarted-life-1992-chapter-74",1000,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fmy-restarted-life-1992-cover.jpg"]