Chapter 286 Mr. Yang returns to his hometown to visit relatives! 【4】

Late night comes.

Yang Ming put on a coat and sat in front of the window for a long time.

When he returned to the bed and lay down to rest, he found that it was not a soft mattress, but a hard wooden bed. However, there were sheets underneath, soft sheets like ordinary train hard sleepers, so it was still more comfortable to lie down on. of.

I don’t know how long it took.

Yang Ming seemed to wake up suddenly.

He found that he was awakened not by the cold, but by a startle.

In that case, he didn't lie down to rest anymore. He got up and turned on the dim light. He looked out the window. Under the light, it seemed that the rain had not stopped outside, and it was still drizzling.

It's even colder in this weather.

Yang Ming couldn't sleep, so he didn't sleep again.

There was a voice outside the door.

Yang Ming opened the door and saw clearly that it was an aunt from the guest house.

"Mr. Yang, do you need any service?"

"Auntie, why don't you go and rest?"

Yang Ming asked strangely.

He didn't need anyone else to stay here all night, not to mention it was too cold outside.

"Our director asked me to be here. If you need any services, I will do it for you immediately."

Needless to say, Director Song, the person in charge of the guest house, must have asked them to do that.

Yang Ming could only say: "Auntie, bring me a pot of hot water. I want to soak my feet, and I'll bring you a cup of hot tea."

"Yes, Mr. Yang."

The female guest house employee stayed outside the door all night and was very bored. Now when she saw the light suddenly turned on in Mr. Yang's room, she thought something was wrong.

When the guest house aunt went to pour a pot of hot water for Yang Ming's feet, she came in.

And made a cup of tea.

"Mr. Yang, do you need any other services?"

"No need for the moment."

When the aunt was about to leave, Yang Ming took out 10 yuan of RMB and handed it to her and said: "Auntie, you don't need to tell Director Song about your hard work."

"Mr. Yang, I can't accept it."

At Yang Ming's insistence, the aunt still accepted the 10 yuan note.

She originally thought this was her job.

Guest house staff like her are usually very idle and rarely see other guests checking in. Over time, they will definitely be lazy and have a bad service attitude.

For them, this is an iron rice bowl job. If you do it seriously, you will only get a small amount of money. If you do not do it seriously, you will only get a small amount of money. Over time, outsiders will feel that the service attitude of the guest house staff is particularly poor.

Until later, more and more hotels appeared in the country. Most of the hotels were privately owned. Hotels focused on service attitude and service level. Over time, guest houses like this original monopoly slowly disappeared, if not all of them closed down. Or only a small portion survives.

Tonight, this aunt did these things for Yang Ming, and Mr. Yang gave her 10 yuan, which made her very happy. She felt that her efforts were worth it.

Yang Ming tested the water temperature there and started soaking his feet. He drank the cup of hot tea and looked out the window. He still felt very good.

. . .

Time passed by minute by minute.

It's past six o'clock in the morning, and the window is getting brighter and brighter.

Azhu and Zhong Chuhong went back to their room last night and did not take a shower. They lay down and fell asleep. They almost couldn't get up this morning, mainly because they were too tired from the car ride yesterday.

Now that they woke up, they hurriedly got up and prepared to serve Young Master Yang.

Unexpectedly, they found that Young Master Yang had already gotten up.

"Master, didn't you sleep last night?" Azhu looked at Yang Ming.

"I got up early."

After getting up now, Yang Ming asked them to pack their things.

After Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others also got up, they returned to the commune canteen for breakfast.

"Mr. Yang, did you sleep well last night?" Secretary Zhang asked hurriedly.

"Secretary Zhang, I slept well last night."

"That's good."

Secretary Zhang was worried all night, feeling that Mr. Yang might not be able to adapt to the conditions here.

Yang Ming, Yang Jirong and his wife, Lin Xiuzhi, Chen Bo, Song Shaoguang and others all packed up their things and left the guest house.

Before leaving, Yang Ming also gave 500 yuan to the director of the guest house, Director Song, as their accommodation fee and service fee last night. Director Song originally did not dare to accept it, but when he saw that Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang had nothing, , Director Song said: "Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, I will hand over to the finance department then."

Yang Ming and others left here and came to the dining hall.

A rich breakfast has been prepared in the dining hall here.

They just made it according to their best specifications, and there are more than ten kinds of patterns alone.

Yang Ming also simply ate some, not planning to stay any longer.

Get in the Rolls-Royce.

Chen Zhenhua said with some worry: "Boss, it rained lightly last night, and it is still raining now. I'm afraid that if the next journey is all dirt roads, it will be difficult to drive."

If you are on the hard-bottomed asphalt streets in Xiangjiang, you don’t have to worry about heavy rain.

It's different now.

Driving on a rainy day, even if it's just a light drizzle, can be troublesome.

Most importantly, he was worried about driving safety.

"Let's take a look first."

Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang's motorcade left here and continued northward with Yang Ming's motorcade.

After leaving Pingshan Town in Huidong, Yang Ming sat in the car and closed his eyes to relax.

When Yang Jirong and his wife saw their son's appearance, they were afraid that he had not slept well last night, so they did not disturb him.

This car also left the streets of Pingshan Town.

Along the way, it was still a cement road, and there were no problems.

When we were heading to the road to Andun Commune in front, something went wrong in front of us. All the roads ahead were dirt roads. Although there were not many vehicles, Mr. Shen and others drove the convoy first, but several cars actually stepped into the dirt and were unable to move forward. Condition.

At this time, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang got out of the car in the rain and hurriedly tried to find a solution. They found that no matter how hard they drove, they couldn't drive.

Jeeps like this, Dongfeng cars, can drive just fine, but ordinary cars with too short chassis have problems.

At this time, Mr. Shen could only come over with an umbrella and said to Yang Ming: "Mr. Yang, the front and rear wheels of the car in front are all stuck. We have to find a way to solve it first."

"No problem, let's wait."

It didn't take long for Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang to think of a solution immediately.

There are many people outside.

These people were men, women, old and young, and they were dressed very simply. They had just learned that the convoys were stuck in the mud and could not get out because of the rain. Soon some villagers called other villagers to help.

Some villagers hold shovels, some hold hoes, and some hold other tools.

Those who didn’t know thought what these villagers were going to do.

At first, these villagers did not know who was sitting in the car now. In this era, it is difficult to see small cars, let alone luxury cars.

These villagers may not know anything about Rolls-Royce, but they can see that it is an expensive car.

"Mr. Yang, villagers from several nearby villages are here to help." Mr. Shen came over and said.

Because many villagers spontaneously took tools, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were worried that Mr. Yang and his family would be scared.

Yang Ming did not continue to sit in the car. When he got off the car, he picked up the umbrella that came with Rolls-Royce and walked forward. He soon saw a group of young men and women dressed in ordinary clothes, trying to find a way to help the people in front of him. Traveling by car.

They spoke in local dialects, but Yang Ming couldn't understand most of them.

"Mr. Yang, they speak Hakka."

Hakka?

Yang Ming remembered that his father told him that he was also a Hakka.

The problem is that even if Yang Ming's predecessor has never heard of it, now he basically can't understand it.

Chen Zhenhua was afraid that something would happen to his boss. When he saw Yang Ming going out, he hurriedly chased after him and then held an umbrella for Yang Ming.

Yang Ming stood there, looking at those people. Not only were they dressed plainly, but many were also wearing patched clothes. The weather was already very cold and it was raining lightly. Some villagers were wearing too thin clothes and were shivering. They seemed to ignore these. , they work together to move rocks, shovel mud, dig out water on the road, or help push out cars that have caved in.

It couldn't be pushed, so they even helped lift a ton-heavy car.

Yang Ming was stunned by this scene.

Once upon a time, in his previous life, he had not seen such a scene for a long time.

Now these villagers, who were strangers to each other, came to help because Mr. Yang and others were passing by on a nearby road and their car collapsed and they were unable to walk.

Yang Jirong, who was still in the car, also got out of the car.

At this time, Xie Yan also held an umbrella to protect him from the rain.

"Peter, how's it going?"

"Dad, Mr. Shen said that nearby villagers came to help. I just heard what the villagers said. I couldn't understand it. Mr. Shen spoke Hakka."

Hakka?

That's the Hakka people.

Ya is a Hakka!

Ya speaks Hakka!

At this moment, Yang Jirong was really excited.

There are also many Hakkas in Xiangjiang, but most of them already speak Cantonese or English after immigrating there, and few people speak Hakka anymore.

When I arrived at this place, I didn’t know where it was, but I heard that the villagers here spoke Hakka, and Yang Jirong knew that they were getting closer to his hometown.

Everyone around me speaks Hakka. When I get to my hometown, almost all of them are Hakka, and they all speak Hakka.

At this moment, Yang Jirong was very excited and went to the villagers in front without rolling up his trousers.

When Yang Jirong came over, the villagers thought that the big shot in charge this time was Yang Jirong.

Yang Jirong was very excited and said to them: "Thank you very much for your help. Ya is also a Hakka."

Yang Jirong hasn't spoken Hakka for a long time.

However, the local pronunciation has not changed and the hair on the temples has declined.

What he speaks now still has some accent from his hometown.

As soon as his accent came out, the villagers thought it was the accent of the Hakka people from Zilian area.

"Sir, where are you from?"

"Longchuan, Tuocheng, Laolong." Yang Jirong said excitedly.

Longchuan, Tuocheng and Laolong are really not very far from here. However, the straight-line distance is still hundreds of kilometers, and the circuitous road may still be 200 kilometers.

Yang Jirong heard that the words spoken by these Hakka people here were still somewhat different from those in his hometown, but as everyone spoke in Cantonese, he could basically understand them.

Yang Jirong chatted enthusiastically with the villagers, who responded while doing things.

. . .

When Yang Jirong came back, he said, "Peter, those villagers are really Hakkas nearby, and they are getting closer to our hometown."

"Daddy, these people are really nice and helpful."

"What do you think? In this era, the villagers are still very good." Yang Jirong said.

When all the cars in front passed this section of the road, of course Yang Ming couldn't just walk away.

Seeing these people brave the rain and cold to help.

Yang Ming, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang called out: "Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, I can't let their efforts go in vain."

"Mr. Yang, this is what they should do." Mr. Shen said directly.

In the eyes of Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang, this is normal. Even if these people did not come on their own initiative, he would ask the captain of the production team to notify nearby villagers to come.

In Yang Ming's opinion, that's not the case at all. Others have no obligation to help you.

"I'm willing to give them some money."

"Mr. Yang, it's best not to give them money. If you give them money, they will be unruly people." Secretary Zhang said directly.

They were really worried that if it were in a guest house or canteen, it would be okay for Mr. Yang to give money, but if he gave money here, it would be different.

What they are most worried about is that the villagers will not be satisfied with the money and will want more, causing more trouble.

Yang Ming smiled and went directly to the crowd of villagers with Chen Zhenhua.

"Hello, my name is Yang Ming. I just came back from Xiangjiang. The person I was chatting with you just now is my father Yang Jirong. My father came to Xiangjiang more than 20 years ago to develop, and he didn't have the opportunity to come back until now. Unexpectedly, he met In this situation, thank you for your help. However, I won’t let your efforts go in vain. I don’t know what you need, if I can solve it.”

Yang Ming?

Mr. Yang?

Are you back from Xiangjiang?

These people don't seem to know.

However, someone soon heard about Mr. Yang's identity.

He also overheard that it was said that Mr. Yang was the richest man in Hong Kong and the real rich man in Hong Kong. Could he really be the young man in front of him?

They didn't expect that Mr. Yang would actually thank them for coming to help. They thought it was their duty.

This is something they never thought about.

"Well, since you don't know what you want, I see that you are working very hard. Some of you are wearing very thin clothes. I will give each of you some money to buy clothes for yourself."

There must be hundreds of villagers here.

Originally, Yang Ming planned to give each person 10 yuan RMB, which is naturally a lot.

He still gave me double the amount, which is 2,000 yuan.

When Yang Ming asked Lin Xiuzhi to bring the money, he called the old man at the head and said: "In this weather, it's so cold and raining. It's really hard for you. Take the money and divide it equally. Then everyone will Wear every piece of thick clothing.”

In this era, 2,000 RMB is definitely a lot of money. You can buy two courtyard houses in Yanjing.

In a small place like Andun Commune, this is a huge sum of money.

If distributed to these hundreds of people, each person would be worth 20 yuan, which is equivalent to a month's salary of those who have iron rice bowls in the city, and roughly equivalent to a villager's annual income.

Don’t just buy one piece of clothing for 20 yuan, you can buy 10 pieces.

The old man looked at the money tremblingly. He didn't know whether it was because of the cold, or because he had never seen such a huge amount of money before.

"Mr. Yang, I can't take your money. It's nothing if we just contributed a little." The other party said directly.

They were simply doing good deeds, and they never thought about receiving money for doing good deeds.

"You accept it, this is my boss's wish and reward for you." Lin Xiuzhi said.

She understands the boss's thinking. It's like that in Xiangjiang. You get rewards for your efforts, rather than letting people work in vain.

In China, even twenty or thirty years later, it will be difficult to understand this statement.

"Mr. Yang, I've heard news about you, and I really admire you. Besides, you and your father are also Hakkas, so we can't accept your money."

Faced with such a large amount of money, it was impossible for him not to be tempted. Thinking of violating his own morality and humanity, he still chose to refuse.

Yang Ming smiled and said: "This money is neither too much nor too little, take it first."

For Yang Ming, that's it.

What else did they want to say? Yang Ming called people over and asked them to distribute the money to the villagers.

Yang Ming did not stay any longer.

Yang Ming got into the car. What Yang Jirong wanted to say just now, but in the end, he didn't say it. He understood why the villagers didn't accept Yang Ming's money, and he also understood why Yang Ming gave them money.

Especially when his son has reached his current status and influence, he often considers everything he does.

"Well done, Peter."

"Daddy, I just thought they were too cold and I just gave them money to buy them some clothes."

When the car of Yang Ming and others left here and continued to pass forward, the villagers were still following behind.

Just now they were embarrassed to take the money, and they felt that it was rare for them to see a penny or five cents. Now that they had twenty yuan in their hands, that was a lot of money.

They followed far behind until the convoy of Mr. Yang and others passed ahead.

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