Chapter 6

After finally arriving at the Yan family’s doorstep with Yan Duoduo, Li Yifeng refused to go in with Xu Junran, saying that every time the two old men inside saw him, they would give him a political and ideological lecture, which was more unbearable for Li Yifeng than death itself.

There was no way around it; Yan Wangsong’s prestige in Wude County was unmatched, and he was also Li Yifeng’s father Li Dongyuan’s superior. Moreover, the old man had a fiery temper, and Li Yifeng was still in his uneducated thug phase, so how could he not be afraid of the old man?

Mr. Yin Yue, the principal of the Li Family Town School, was even more intimidating. Most of the literate people in Li Family Town were his students, and Li Yifeng was no exception. Although he only attended primary school in the town and went to junior high and high school in the county, he still held the old principal in high regard.

With these two formidable figures, Li Yifeng would rather die than go to the Yan family’s house with Xu Junran.

Xu Junran nodded with a bitter smile. Although he hadn’t seen it in his previous life, he had heard Aunt Duoduo talk about this.

After telling Xu Junran, Li Yifeng turned and went home, as he still needed to inform his father and grandmother about Xu Junran’s return.

"Duoduo, how is Grandpa Yan’s health recently?" Xu Junran asked the little girl with a smile.

The little girl bit her finger and nodded, "Um, it should be good, right? Grandpa still likes to yell loudly."

Xu Junran couldn’t help but laugh. The old man’s temper was indeed fiery.

Actually, he had a reason for coming to the Yan family today.

In his previous life, according to Xu Junran’s memory, his adoptive father had to endure two months of neglect in the capital before being sent back to Wude by Huang Zexuan with a condescending attitude, which left him dispirited. In this life, he didn’t give Huang Zexuan the chance and returned directly to Wude County after graduating from school.

Rather than waiting to be humiliated, it was better to leave cleanly and decisively.

Moreover, in this life, Xu Junran’s return to Wude County was like a dragon returning to the sea or a tiger to the mountains.

As they were talking, an elderly voice came from inside the house, "Duoduo, who are you talking to at the door?"

Xu Junran shrugged, and sure enough, the next moment, the little girl shouted loudly, "It’s Brother Junran."

"Junran?" With a puzzled voice, the next moment, Yan Wangsong appeared at the door, followed by Long Yin Yue, who also looked surprised.

"Grandpa Yan, Teacher, I’m back." Xu Junran’s eyes were slightly moist as he bowed deeply to the two of them, a sincere gesture from the heart.

This bow was for his past life and his present life.

"Hehe, it’s good that you’re back, it’s good that you’re back." Long Yin Yue patted Xu Junran’s shoulder. This child had been raised by him, and their relationship was more like father and son than teacher and student.

Yan Wangsong, however, was taken aback and nodded, "Come in and talk."

Yan Duoduo’s parents were not in Wude County; they worked in the city of Quanzhou, and Xu Junran remembered they were ordinary workers. Yan Wangsong was strict and did not want his family to enter politics, nor did he arrange any jobs for them.

"Junran, didn’t you graduate this year?" After Xu Junran sat down on the sofa, Yan Wangsong asked him in surprise.

Xu Junran nodded, "Yes, I’ve already received my diploma."

"Oh?" Long Yin Yue and Yan Wangsong exchanged glances, and both looked at Xu Junran. They were both experienced old foxes, the first batch of university graduates after the restoration of the college entrance examination. The various departments in the capital should have been vying to keep Xu Junran, so why did he return to Wude County?

Xu Junran had already thought of an excuse on the way. He calmly explained to Yan Wangsong and Long Yin Yue, "My parents are here, and I feel that this place needs me more."

In the early 1980s, people’s thoughts were not as complicated as they would become later. Although the living standards were not high and people were not wealthy, life was stable. There were no laid-off workers, and the wealth gap was not as large as it would be thirty years later. One could say that intellectuals living in that era were the freest and happiest, as they only needed to think about how to achieve their dreams without considering the harsh realities.

Moreover, in that era, idealism was not a topic to be ridiculed. People like Xu Junran, who resolutely gave up their jobs in central government departments to return to their hometowns, were not uncommon. At that time, it was called dedicating oneself to idealism. From a modern perspective, these people’s actions might seem naive and ignorant, but at that time, they were a group of people who gave up superior conditions to use their beautiful youth to realize their dreams.

Such people should and could be respected at any time!

Therefore, when Xu Junran expressed his thoughts, Long Yin Yue was the first to nod in satisfaction. He was a pure scholar and a master of Sinology deeply influenced by Confucianism. In his mind, it was right for his disciple to do this, as gratitude and repayment were the most basic qualities of a person.

Yan Wangsong, however, frowned. Unlike Long Yin Yue’s idealism, he considered more how to arrange for Xu Junran.

Graduates from Jinghua University would be sought after even in the capital, and in Jiangnan Province, they would still be the focus of attention. The fear was that Xu Junran would soon be transferred by the city’s leaders.

Xu Junran seemed to understand Yan Wangsong’s difficulty and smiled, taking something out of his bag and placing it on the Yan family’s coffee table, "Grandpa Yan, this is a certificate from our school, stating that I personally requested to work at the grassroots level, not to enjoy life in the government. I want to be with the peasants!"

In his previous life, as a high-ranking official, how could Xu Junran not consider this issue? Although his voluntary departure from the capital left Huang Zexuan with no way to act, his status as a graduate of Jinghua University would still cause him trouble after returning to his hometown. After all, talent was in short supply, and the leaders would not be willing to let such a talented person stay in a small county like Wude. Once a transfer order was issued, Yan Wangsong would be powerless to stop it.

Therefore, Xu Junran wrote several letters to the school’s party committee and department leaders, earnestly requesting the school to issue a certificate, allowing him to return to the grassroots and be among the people. In his own words, "I was raised by peasants, and in this life, I will work diligently and conscientiously for the peasants!"

The universities of that era had not yet been tainted by the materialistic and corrupt atmosphere of society. Both the scholars and the students still had a pure heart, and some people knew of Xu Junran’s situation and sympathized with him, so the school issued a certificate. The content was simple, stating that Xu Junran was an excellent student in both character and studies, and despite the school’s repeated attempts to retain him, he was determined to serve his hometown, requesting the Wude County Party Committee to accept him.

Such a certificate was unimaginable in the era Xu Junran lived in later, but at that time, it was an irrefutable proof that everyone had to believe.

After reading the letter with the seal of Jinghua University, Yan Wangsong’s face showed satisfaction, "Good boy, you can stay at the county party committee."

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