Rebirth of Xiangjiang: Across the World

Chapter 316
Bao Zhaolong, Bao Yugang and his son, two generations donated more than [-] million US dollars in Minnesota, but there is not a house that belongs to them here.

Hearing his grandfather's narration, Zheng Yaoyang learned that they used to have an ancestral house with a large area. After all, their ancestors were also well-known businessmen in ten miles and eight towns.

But because both father and son are businessmen, they were destroyed more than [-] years ago and lost their childhood home. They don't want to rebuild it, so they usually live in guest houses.

Bao Yugang has two older uncles named Huang Chongwen and Huang Chongwu. The former has passed away, while the latter is still alive, taking care of his mother-in-law.

Her family lives in Zhenhai County in Mingzhou, which is also the town where the Bao family donated the most money, including Mingzhou University.

The living area of ​​the Huang family is small, only a small two-story building of more than 100 square meters, which is a very traditional self-built house in southern villages and towns.

Usually only the elderly are at home, but because of Chinese New Year and Bao Yugang's return, many people came to the house today.

There are too many strange people, Zheng Yaoyang can only incarnate as a boy with a smirk, and deal with them with a smile.

Bao Yugang held the old woman's hand and spoke Mingzhou dialect that Zheng Yaoyang couldn't understand with the hand of an old man.

Several people talked for a long time before he thought of the existence of Zheng Yaoyang, and introduced with a smile: "Tai Shui, second brother, this is my grandson, named Zheng Yaoyang."

In ancient China, the wife's father was called Taishan, and the wife and mother were also called Taishui.

Zheng Yaoyang smiled and said hello respectfully.

Just two old people, one was born at the end of the last century and the other was born at the beginning of this century.

They have all spoken the southern Wu dialect for a lifetime, and the Hokkien dialect of Chaoshan dialect belongs to the eight ancient dialects, and Mandarin is a northern dialect.

Zheng Yaoyang also couldn't bear to disturb his grandfather to reminisce about the old days, so he could only sit quietly at the side, obviously he didn't understand, but he still listened carefully.

He looks serious on the surface, but his eyes are dull, and he is already thinking about his career plan for this year.

The primary task is to urge the Huaqing University team to develop mature 2G digital communication technology as soon as possible.

Secondly, borrowing the power of the Pengcheng official to quickly promote PHS into the mainland market, price cuts or bundled sales will also be indispensable means.

Then go to Xinjiapo to see Guo Kongli, then to Tokyo to see Rogers, and finally to Hanguo to see Li Zhekai...

Sometimes I accompany the old people to echo a few words, and sometimes I think about my career arrangements for this year. The boring time passes quickly, and it is night in a blink of an eye.

The branches and leaves of the Huang family are prosperous, and today is the second son-in-law's day of the Lunar New Year. Almost all 23 members of the staff are here, and two tables have been set up to be able to sit down.

The place at home is too crowded and it is directly placed at the door, leaning on the street lamps, with a few yellowed bulbs lit, and everyone is blowing a cool breeze, pushing cups and changing lamps under the telephone pole.

Grandpa is sick and can't drink alcohol. This is a pain for Zheng Yaoyang. All the relatives of her natal family don't even know a single one. The key is the elders.

Moreover, most of the people here are rural people, and they don't have much knowledge. Even if they know Zheng Yaoyang's identity, they dare to bully the little ones, toasting and persuading them non-stop.

In their ideology, it doesn't matter if you don't know each other. Anyway, feelings come from drinking. If you don't drink, you will lose face.

Although they didn't say it directly, but the meaning was that, Zheng Yaoyang almost turned his face on the spot if Grandpa was there or not.

But he is not without blood.

Whoever yells the loudest gets caught and fucked hard until he gets fucked down.

Even if others persuaded him, it was useless, and Zheng Yaoyang paid the price himself, and his stomach was turning upside down.

Fortunately, my grandfather was old, or because he couldn't stand it anymore, he suggested that he need to go back to rest early, which also saved Zheng Yaoyang's life by the way.

He watched coldly, and among them, Jiumengzi, who was the loudest just now, couldn't help shaking his head and sighing.

This group of people is hopeless, they don't know how to cherish the opportunity even though they have an opportunity, and after his death, the Huang family will completely decline.

His painstaking efforts were wasted in vain like this, but they asked for it themselves, and they couldn't blame others.

Going back to the official reception room prepared for them, they watched Zheng Yaoyang rush into the toilet.

Not long after, there was a retching sound from inside.

Grandpa knew the reason why Zheng Yaoyang always came, he felt a little distressed, and called his assistant to prepare a bowl of hangover soup.

"Yaoyang, grandpa goes back to rest, I asked Xiao Zhang to put the hangover soup in the room, remember to drink it before going to bed."

He is a man, and he is also a person who has been through.

Knowing that at this time, it is useless to talk too much, and it is not good to care too much. What a drunk person needs most is a quiet environment where he can have a good rest.

"Got it, Grandpa."

Zheng Yaoyang vomited many times until he almost emptied his stomach. He had already forgotten when he vomited last time because of drinking.

After washing his face, he walked out of the bathroom, picked up the hangover soup on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

I didn't even take a shower, and I didn't change my clothes. I lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.

Before going to bed, there was only one thought in his head, the Huang family in Mingzhou, he would never come here again.

Before he came here, he never thought that the Zheng family in Xinjiapo would have nothing to do with him, so he would fall to the Huang family.

The next day, Zheng Yaoyang slept until noon, and his grandfather rarely disturbed him, allowing him to sleep until he woke up naturally.

After washing up, he walked out of the room. Zhang Qifeng stood at the door and prepared a glass of warm honey lemonade.

Said: "Mr. Zheng, Mr. Bao asked me to prepare it. He said that you should go downstairs to find him after you rest."

Zheng Yaoyang picked up the lemonade and sipped it, last night's hangover soup, today's honey lemonade.

It really made his stomach feel better, and it also made him feel hungry, after all, he had vomited up.

In the dining room of the reception room, Bao Yugang is wearing reading glasses, looking down at today's newspaper.

A group of people not far away watched cautiously, not daring to strike up a conversation, for fear of offending Bao Yugang.

Zheng Yaoyang came down from the stairs, and happened to bump into a scene, and couldn't help laughing, which was in stark contrast to the so-called enthusiasm last night.

Perhaps those who don't know are fearless, because they are ignorant, so they are unscrupulous.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, grandpa raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Have some porridge, and go to worship the mountain in the afternoon."

Although his father passed away in Xiangjiang, he was buried in Mingzhou. The fallen leaves are rooted in the concept that has been passed down for thousands of years, including his wish to be buried in Mingzhou in the future.

Zheng Yaoyang nodded and finished his meal quickly. It wasn't a big meal, but it was a solid lunch.

In the afternoon, the grandpa and grandson went to the Bao family's ancestral grave, which was on a beautiful hillside.

Grandpa introduced from the eighteenth ancestor to the first ancestor, pointing to the front of the monument and said: "The old people in the village said that we are still descendants of Bao Zheng and Bao Qingtian."

Zheng Yaoyang was stunned: "Really?"

Grandpa smiled faintly: "In 78, my father and I came back to the mainland for the first time, and they only talked about it the next year."

Zheng Yaoyang laughed: "No wonder, Li Shimin still said that they are descendants of Li Er."

Grandpa glared at him and walked to two steles, one with words and the other without words.

The ones with words were clean and tidy, while the ones without words were overgrown with weeds. He looked at the tablet with words, his eyes full of nostalgia: "This is the tomb of my father and your great-grandfather."

Zheng Yaoyang nodded, picked up the prepared offerings and incense, and knelt in front of the stele to burn incense.

Grandpa also knelt in front of the stele to burn incense and worship. After kneeling for a long time, he probably had a lot to say to his father.

Until he got up, Zheng Yaoyang found that there was still a piece of incense in his luggage, and looked at the tablet without writing: "Grandpa, whose is this?"

Grandpa smiled and said: "This is mine, you have to remember it clearly, don't visit the grave in the future and don't know where it is."

He picked up the hoe and sickle from his assistant and handed them to Zheng Yaoyang: "Clean it up, this task can only be entrusted to you."

Zheng Yaoyang understood.

Chaoshan also has this tradition. Living people prepare their own graves in advance, which is called Shengci.

Before the owner is buried, only immediate family members can clean and worship each year.

(End of this chapter)