Chapter 284 Mr. Yang returns to his hometown to visit relatives! 【2】

1. The kapok trees were in full bloom. When the convoy of Yang Ming and others passed near a railway track, Yang Ming looked outside.

He saw dead pigs being thrown near the tracks, with many green-headed flies buzzing around. If he opened the car window at this time, he would not only smell the stench emitted by the bulging dead pigs, but also feel The air was filled with the stench of livestock manure and rotting corpses.

Because the road was bumpy and uneven, Chen Zhenhua and others did not dare to go too fast. This was not only bad for the car, but also uncomfortable for Mr. Yang and his family in the car.

Yang Ming, Yang Jirong and his wife suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when they saw the scene of dead pigs being thrown casually outside the railway tracks.

Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, and Lin Xiuzhi in the other car saw this situation some time ago. When the smell wafted over, they suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang, who were sitting in the Mercedes-Benz in front, didn't expect this.

Such dead pigs, dead livestock, and dead poultry are thrown outside casually. It is no longer a matter of a day or two.

At its worst, corpse-pickers may still be seen in the three places closest to Pengcheng, burning the bodies of those who failed to smuggle in at will.

If it is summer, when the weather is very hot, whether it is an animal or other corpse, people will feel even more disgusting when they see it.

Yang Ming didn't look outside anymore and pulled down the curtains in the car.

He is thinking.

He knew that besides coming from the future, he also wanted the situation in the country to change.

Yang Ming knew that as long as the old gentleman existed, even without him, Pengcheng would still undergo earth-shaking changes in the future.

He is just the person who can act as the backing of the old gentleman and push him further.

For Yang Ming, his most important purpose is investment.

But this time, he mainly accompanied his parents back to his hometown, and Pengcheng was just a necessary stop.

I don’t know how long it took.

When Chen Zhenhua stopped, it turned out that the Mercedes-Benz driven by one of the bodyguards had hit a sharp stone or a sharp object such as a nail.

One of the tires had a puncture and was flat.

In this case, the only option is to stop and change the tires.

When I came here, I took these issues into consideration.

Yang Ming, Yang Jirong, and Li Yufang got out of the car.

Here, I didn’t see those dead pigs thrown away like before. It was obviously much more comfortable here.

Although this side looks poorer and more backward, except for some low and dilapidated earth-tile houses, there are no other modern houses at all, not even red brick houses.

Yang Ming got out of the car.

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang had already gotten out of the car to see what the problem was. When they discovered that it was actually punctured by a sharp stone, they looked a little embarrassed.

Most of these domestic roads are like that now.

As far as Guangdong Province is concerned, the best roads should be found in urban areas of the province.

Leaving the suburbs of Yangcheng city, it is actually similar to here.

"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, you see the roads here are like this." Mr. Shen said hurriedly.

Secretary Zhang also looked very embarrassed.

The main reason is that Mr. Yang went back too hastily this time.

Even if they want to make other arrangements, they may not be able to do it in time.

In addition, road construction involves large-scale projects. How can we do it when the country has no money, no technology, and no planning except for some people?

This is simply impossible.

Yang Ming looked very calm and said: "It is precisely because of that that changes are needed."

"Mr. Yang, you are right. If these roads were as smooth as the roads in urban areas, this problem would not occur."

In fact, Yang Ming probably calculated it.

From the Yang family in the mid-level villa in Qianshui Bay back to Yang Jirong's hometown, Laolong, Longchuan County, the straight-line distance is more than 200 kilometers, or even less than 300 kilometers.

This distance is not too far.

If there is a direct expressway, Yang Ming knows that it will only be three or four hours away, and he can make it back in time.

but now?

I'm afraid I may not be able to return even in one day.

Yang Ming's soul comes from the future. Most of the current society can only be seen in books. When he experiences it personally, it may be more serious than he imagined.

Mr. Zhang and the bodyguards Xie Yan were changing tires.

Yang Ming saw Azhu, Zhong Chuhong and Lin Xiuzhi also getting out of the car.

Among them, Azhu and Zhong Chuhong's faces were not so good, and their faces were a little pale.

"How are you?"

"Master, I may be a little motion sick."

The last time, Azhu and Zhong Chuhong took a ferry to the opposite Haojiang River, they also suffered from seasickness.

In that case, it was pretty good. It took more than an hour to reach the Haojiang River on the opposite side.

After sitting for more than two hours now, they are still in a turbulent state. They feel as if their hearts are about to jump out. It is very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Yang, I'm a little carsick too." Zhong Chuhong said embarrassedly.

"Apply some medicine first."

There are many kinds of mosquito repellent in Xiangjiang, as well as medicines for driving wind, treating vomiting, etc.

This time, when Zhong Chuhong and Azhu followed them out, they brought back medicines such as Tiger Balm and Fengyoujing.

At Yang Ming's reminder, Zhong Chuhong and Ah Zhu used wind-repellent oil and rubbed it on their foreheads and back of their necks respectively. They soon felt better and no longer felt like vomiting like before.

Motion sickness is really uncomfortable.

At the most uncomfortable time, you may not be able to stay for even a quarter of an hour, and may even vomit out the yellow and green bile in your stomach together with the gastric juice.

While Yang Ming was blowing the wind there, he waited until Xie Yan's bodyguard put on new tires and checked that there were no problems with other cars, then came over to ask Yang Ming for instructions.

"Boss, are you ready to go?"

"lets go."

. . .

Yang Ming and others got into the car and left here again.

Yang Ming didn't know the name of the place where he just stayed. He just saw a scattered and dilapidated earth-tile house, surrounded by rugged mountains, and some fields in the distance.

Yang Ming guessed that this place was not very far from Pengcheng. After the wave of smuggling in the 1950s, 1960s, and even the 1970s, most of the original villagers in this village may have fled to the opposite Xiangjiang River.

In a few years, the surrounding fields and low hillsides will soon be pushed away by bulldozers for development.

In a few years, this place will definitely not be what it is now.

Yang Ming looked back and continued to drive forward in the convoy of Mr. Shen, Mr. Zhang and others.

In front, except for the mountains, at first glance, it is all farmland.

After leaving the railway track, start heading towards a mountain fork road.

Along the way, except for the bumpy mountain road, we still saw some dilapidated tile-roofed houses. In addition, we occasionally saw a few nearby villagers looking curiously from a distance.

They may be curious, why are so many cars passing here suddenly?

1 There are only 230,000 people, and the urban roads are less than 3 kilometers. It is surrounded by farmland and rugged mountains in the distance.

In addition, in recent years, due to the wave of illegal immigration, the population has declined even more.

Today, in the village of Pengcheng, a few vague figures can be seen, and the car continues to go north.

1:35 a.m.

The convoy arrived at the first place in Huicheng area.

Tamsui Town.

Tamsui Town used to be the residence of Huiyang. It is larger than the average town.

In 1 Shui Commune, it has now been changed to Tamsui Town.

The motorcade of Yang Ming and others arrived here, and Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others directly arranged to go to the original commune canteen in Tamsui to entertain Mr. Yang and his party.

People are like iron, and food is like steel. If you don't eat one meal, you will feel hungry.

From morning to now, everyone including Mr. Shen and others have been hungry.

Yang Ming and others got out of the car.

Seeing the traces left by this commune canteen, Yang Ming, Yang Jirong, Li Yufang and others felt very strange.

When Yang Jirong went to Xiangjiang in that era, these things did not exist.

This is the first time Yang Ming has come to this place, whether in his previous life or now.

"Mr. Yang, we have prepared meals here. Although they are ordinary meals, they can still fill your stomach." Secretary Zhang came over and said.

This time, on behalf of Guangdong Province and Xi Lao, he actually tried his best and came to make arrangements in advance.

Thinking of the identity of Mr. Yang's family, they all ate delicacies from the mountains and seas in Xiangjiang, especially the food he had at Yang's restaurant. He still has a vivid memory, and he doesn't know whether Mr. Yang's family is suitable for the taste here.

"Secretary Zhang, you don't have to be too polite. For us, this is not a vacation and enjoyment. We are mentally prepared before we come back."

Hearing what Yang Ming said, Secretary Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.

He is also under a lot of pressure.

The pressure comes from Mr. Lao and Mr. Xi.

The most important thing is that when facing a Hong Kong rich man like Mr. Yang, I am most afraid that the other party will be picky and make me not know how to do well.

When Yang Ming and Yang Jirong, Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, Chen Bo, Song Shaoguang, and Chen Zhenhua entered the commune canteen, they could already smell the aroma of rice and vegetables.

They came for breakfast, and when they were in the car, they also brought snacks and other food, but no one ate them. At this point, everyone was hungry.

Yang Ming came to one of the seats and sat down.

Yang Ming found that the commune canteen was really big and could accommodate thousands of people eating together at the same time. He felt that it was similar to the middle school canteen where he used to study.

In addition, these dining tables and stools look a little worn out. Many of them are mainly made of wooden stools and tables. They must have been cleaned and scrubbed many times.

Before Yang Ming came, I'm afraid it had already been wiped spotless.

In addition, Yang Ming saw many various slogans in the canteen.

Eat without spending money and work hard to produce!

The canteen skillfully prepares meals for thousands of families, and the commune warms the hearts of thousands of people!

Public canteens are infinitely better!

. . .

When looking at those slogans, Yang Ming felt like he was really starting to integrate into this society.

Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, Lin Xiuzhi, Yang Jirong, Li Yufang, and even Chen Zhenhua, the bodyguards living in Xiangjiang, have never seen these things.

You may have inadvertently seen some reports in newspapers before.

However, Xiangjiang's Zuopai newspapers and periodicals have a small audience, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see them.

"Father, this is the place where we used to eat in a big pot."

Big pot meal?

Not only is it difficult for Yang Ming to understand, but it is also difficult for Yang Jirong and his wife to understand.

Because Yang Jirong and his wife did not have these things before they left their hometown.

When Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others saw those conspicuous slogans, they didn't think anything of it before, but now they feel that they are really inappropriate.

They were arranging a place for Mr. Yang to eat when he passed by, but found that the guest house was too small and inappropriate. After much deliberation, this was the only place.

Somehow, I forgot to take off these slogans.

These slogans are not banners, but are painted with white plaster on the wall. Unless all the words on them are erased with something, they will disappear.

"Mr. Yang, I will have all these things wiped away when I arrive." Mr. Shen came over and said.

As Mr. Shen, he can really do it, and it's just one sentence.

Yang Ming said: "Mr. Shen, this is a historical witness and memory. There is no need to erase it. In the future, it will be developed as a restaurant or even as a museum or tourist attraction. If you let people erase it, then it will Its historical value will be gone.”

"Mr. Yang, is there still such a statement?"

"In the future, when overseas Chinese and even foreign investment businessmen come here to inspect, you can bring them to see it. Maybe they will find it interesting and invest money."

"Mr. Yang, I understand. This place must not only be preserved, but also protected."

"That's true."

Yang Ming thought it was quite funny later. These things were originally of great historical value, but later they were deliberately or destroyed by people.

Thirty or forty years later, a renaissance began, leading to the emergence of a large number of fakes. In fact, they were all imitated later. What’s the point?

Now, this place is authentic. If it is not demolished, renovated, or turned into a high-rise building, it can be preserved as part of future tourism development.

I have to say that Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others felt that Mr. Yang really had business acumen, so they would be fine with just a little bit of it.

When the chefs and staff here in the dining hall start serving food.

There is pork, chicken, fish, other meats, vegetables, etc. It seems quite rich.

When Yang Ming began to sit down to eat with Yang Jirong, his wife, and others.

Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, and Lin Xiuzhi didn't look very good, especially when they saw those big pieces of fat pork piled in the big bowl. I don't know why they suddenly remembered that when they passed the railway track and saw those The bloated dead pigs were thrown to both sides, and the lingering stench.

The three girls have little appetite. In addition, Azhu and Zhong Chuhong are motion sick again, and now they have even less appetite.

They had really vomited just now, and their stomachs were so empty that they felt particularly uncomfortable. They had better eat something first. They didn't want to eat the meat or vegetables. They just wanted to eat some gruel to simply fill their stomachs.

Secretary Zhang, Mr. Shen and others were different. When they saw these sumptuous meals, and with Mr. Yang's consent, they began to sit there and eat.

In fact, the vast majority of people in the country do not even have enough food and clothing, and they cannot even eat enough rice. Even people with the status of Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang rarely eat fish and meat dishes like this very often.

They picked up the fat and fragrant pork and chicken and ate it in one bite. It was difficult for Yang Ming, Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, and even Yang Jirong and his wife to understand and appreciate the feeling of satisfaction.

It was the first time for Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang to have a meal in China. The two of them ate very gracefully, and they did not eat as much as Chen Zhenhua's bodyguards.

However, they have really noticed the huge gap between China and Xiangjiang. In addition to being poor and backward, they feel the gap between China and Xiangjiang in all aspects.

"Mr. Yang, don't you eat meat?" Mr. Shen came over and asked.

They saw that the meat and vegetables on Mr. Yang's table had not been touched at all?

Yang Ming knows that pork in this era is really delicious.

Today’s pork is all artificially fed with grains, including sweet potatoes, and is not like the feed that was later raised on large-scale breeding. In the future, there will be more pork, and more people will be able to afford it, but the taste will already be different. Big difference.

In Yang Ming's previous life, he also clearly felt that before 2000, pork was still very delicious. Since 2000, when the price of pork has not changed much, there has been more and more pork, and the taste has become less and less delicious.

As for now, Yang Ming mainly has no appetite, he just didn't taste it.

"Mr. Shen, I can tell you that the pork now is indeed delicious!"

Yang Ming said.

After Yang Jirong and his wife heard about it, they tasted it and found that it was really good.

This time, the meat and vegetables that Yang Ming and the others were able to eat were the funds specially allocated by the old man from above to entertain Mr. Yang and his party.

This time, there were more than 20 people including Yang Ming and others, and there were less than 50 people including Mr. Shen and others. Entertaining people like Yang Ming did not require much in terms of food.

In order to pay attention to Mr. Yang, the old gentleman specially allocated a fund.

With these funds, it is much easier for Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang to do their jobs.

Including buying and selling things now, you need various meat stamps, food stamps, etc. If you don’t have money and only have tickets, how can others sell it to you?

Even if Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others have special status, you cannot let others give you things for free.

In this era, many people regard these things as belonging to the public and the country.

With the old gentleman's character, of course he has to figure it out clearly.

When Yang Ming was eating, he could feel the longing expressions on the chefs and aunties who were delivering the food in the commune canteen, and even the movements of swallowing saliva.

Obviously, they can't eat these meals, unless there are some leftovers, it will be their turn to eat.

"Secretary Zhang, do the kitchens and aunties who served us just now have the same meals?"

"Mr. Yang, they didn't." Secretary Zhang said truthfully.

He did not dare or want to deceive Mr. Yang.

In fact, the meals purchased were based on the number of people they had, and the rest were completely over-the-top.

Yang Ming already understood.

This meal is already a richer lunch in China than the Chinese New Year.

Except for Chen Zhenhua and other bodyguards who needed to replenish their strength and ate there, Yang Ming's family, Azhu and others barely ate enough and then stopped eating.

Especially the fat pork that made the aunts in the canteen swallow their saliva. Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, Lin Xiuzhi and others did not eat a bite.

2:30pm.

After staying in the commune canteen in Tamsui for about an hour, Yang Ming and others finished eating.

Not much time here anymore.

For Mr. Shen and others, this is just a place to stay and entertain Mr. Yang and others.

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