Rebirth Counterattack with Space-Chapter 38 - Offense and Defense

Xiaoyun had reached the age to start school, and if her household registration was not moved to Haicheng, it would be troublesome for her to attend school without it. So, the registrations of Xia Yuan and her daughter would inevitably have to be moved back to the city.

As for his registration, Second Uncle and his wife strongly opposed moving it along with theirs.

According to Second Uncle, keeping the registration and the farmland, he could help with planting the crops. Then, every year, Aiguo could come back to harvest. He wouldn’t have to rely solely on the fixed monthly rations in the city.

Moreover, it was more significant that Xia Yuan was returning to the city as a sent-down youth. If only the minor child’s registration was moved along with hers, the paperwork would be much simpler to handle.

Thinking about it, and reckoning that what Second Uncle and his wife said made sense, he didn’t insist. The saying goes that it’s hard to leave one’s homeland. He didn’t really want to transfer his registration and sever ties with the village that had raised him.

“Was that Second Uncle’s idea?”

Xia Yuan immediately wondered whether Second Uncle was against their whole family moving to Haicheng.

“Yes, he said it would be troublesome if I moved my registration too,” Lu Aiguo nodded.

Shitou and Lu Yun exchanged glances, each seeing understanding in the other’s eyes. Probably, it wasn’t entirely an issue of the registration being troublesome. It seemed more like Second Uncle wasn’t ready to let go. He probably feared that if Aiguo moved his registration too, he might never return.

“I think Second Uncle and his wife make a good point. I’d like to be able to come back here once or twice every year. After all, my roots are still here.” Faced with leaving his childhood home, where he knew future visits would be brief, Aiguo felt a touch of sorrow.

“That’s true. I never said we wouldn’t come back. Uncle and Second Uncle are still here; we should come visit them more often,” Xia Yuan nodded, comforting him, “How about we come back every year for the New Year’s celebration, okay?”

“Really?” Aiguo was a bit surprised. He hadn’t expected his wife to suggest this.

“Why would I lie to you? Once Xiaoyun and my registrations are in Haicheng, there will be no worries about her schooling. I need to send a letter to my sister as soon as possible, asking her to help us connect with schools and to find a suitable place—ideally, one where we can both live and run a grocery store.”

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Xia Yuan shot Lu Aiguo a reproachful look, “Have you discussed the matter of opening a grocery store with Shitou?”

“Well, wife, seems like I was talking about a shop that sells grains, wild produce, mountain goods, and the like, right?” Lu Aiguo made a wiping sweat gesture.

“Is that so? Anyway, whether you’re opening a grocery store or a grain store, just discuss it with Shitou yourselves, I don’t want to meddle. I’ll just help out at the shop. Anyway, I don’t understand these things.” Xia Yuan waved her hand without even lifting her eyes, indicating that she didn’t want to get involved.

“Hehe.”

Lu Yun found the conversation amusing and couldn’t help but chuckle, “Mom, I think we should still send a package to Auntie, let’s send her more food. I’ve got lots of cured meat and such. And in the future, we can even sell the stuff from my big warehouse at our shop.”

“Let’s not do that, you keep the things in your big warehouse for yourself, just take some out to supplement what we eat at home, that’s enough. You can’t use those for business, or you’ll empty it out.”

Lu Aiguo refused outright. Although his daughter said there was a lot in there, he always felt that you could only take a child’s words halfway seriously. He didn’t want to empty her warehouse and then have her crying; he wouldn’t have anything to compensate her with.

“There really are a lot of things in my warehouse, enough to last eight generations. It’s a waste just leaving them there.”

“We can talk about it when the time comes,” Lu Aiguo said with an obviously evasive tone. Lu Yun pouted. The food in her space had taken her years to gather, painstakingly collected from different countries bit by bit. It wouldn’t be easy to deplete it. Why couldn’t her father believe her?

Lu Yun felt a deep sadness; she was currently wrapped in the shell of a six-year-old, and realizing that getting her parents to take her opinion seriously would require quite a long time.

“Sending a package? That sounds good. I’ve hardly been able to send anything to my older sister over the years. This time, while I ask her to look for something, I might as well tuck some money into the letter and send it to her, and if she finds a suitable place, she can just rent it directly.”

Xia Yuan pondered for a moment. These days houses were in high demand, with large families cramming together, barely able to fit. If a suitable one came up, you had to secure it quickly for peace of mind.

“Sister-in-law, I’ve also got two hundred yuan here. You can take it and put it with yours,” Shitou said, taking a simple cloth pouch from his clothes and passing it to Xia Yuan.

“No need, I’ve got over a hundred yuan on me. That’s plenty. You should keep some for emergencies,” Xia Yuan hurriedly shook her head and declined.

“I still have more,” Shitou said, pushing the cloth bag toward Xia Yuan again.

“Just take it, Shitou isn’t an outsider. From now on, you’ll be in charge of our family’s money, and when we run out, we’ll come to you,” Lu Aiguo said as he grabbed the pouch and placed it directly into Xia Yuan’s hands. Shitou had told him that morning while working in the fields that once they start earning money from the shop, it should all be kept together, to avoid the hassle of splitting it up.

Lu Aiguo thought it all the way through and decided that since Shitou trusted him, he shouldn’t be too calculating with him. They would pool their resources together, after all, there was no way he would let Shitou be at a disadvantage. He would find an opportunity to tell his wife that in the future, sixty percent of what they earned would belong to Shitou.

“Alright, then I’ll accept it,” Xia Yuan looked at Lu Aiguo, understanding that since he had suggested it, he must have thought it through, so she decided not to argue. Deep down, Xia Yuan was quite traditional. She hardly ever contested Lu Aiguo’s decisions.