Chapter 284 Mr. Yang Returns Home to Visit His Relatives! [2]

In Pengcheng in January 1979, kapok was already 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 emanating from 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, did not 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, people will feel even more disgusting when they see dead animals or other corpses.

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 you come here, you should take 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 and Secretary Zhang had already gotten out of the car to see what the problem was. They seemed a little embarrassed when they discovered that it was actually punctured by a sharp stone.

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 build 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 took the wind-repelling oil and rubbed it on their foreheads and backs of their necks. They soon felt much better and no longer felt like vomiting like before.

Motion sickness is really uncomfortable.

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

While Yang Ming was blowing the wind, he waited until Xie Yan's bodyguard replaced the new tires and checked the other cars for problems, and then came to ask Yang Ming for instructions.

"Boss, can we set off now?"

"Let's go."

. . .

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

Yang Ming didn't know what the place they just stopped was called. He just saw that it was a scattered and dilapidated earthen tile house, surrounded by uneven mountains, and some fields in the distance.

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

In a few years, the fields and small hillsides around here will soon be pushed open by bulldozers for development.

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

Yang Ming retracted his gaze and continued to drive forward with the convoy of Mr. Shen, Mr. Zhang and others.

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

After leaving the railway track, they began to go into a mountain fork.

Along the way, in addition to the bumpy mountain road, there were still some dilapidated tile houses. In addition, occasionally a few nearby villagers looked over curiously from a distance.

They might be very curious, why did so many cars suddenly pass by here?

In 1978, Pengcheng had an area of ​​only 2.9 square kilometers, a population of 23,000, and urban roads less than 3 kilometers. It was surrounded by farmland and high and low mountains in the distance.

In addition, the population has been declining due to the tide of illegal immigration in recent years.

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

At 1:35 pm on January 1, 1979.

The convoy arrived at the first place in Huicheng area.

Danshui Town.

Danshui Town, formerly the station of Huiyang, is larger than ordinary towns.

Before 1977, it was Danshui Commune, and now it has been changed to Danshui Town.

When Yang Ming and others' convoy arrived here, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang and others directly arranged to entertain Mr. Yang and his party in the original Danshui Commune Canteen.

People are iron, and food is steel. If you don't eat for a meal, you will be hungry.

From morning to now, including Mr. Shen and others, they have been starving.

Yang Ming and others got off the car.

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

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

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

"Mr. Yang, we have prepared the food here. Although it is ordinary food, it can fill your stomach." Secretary Zhang came over and said.

This time, he represented Guangdong Province and Mr. Xi, and he had actually done his best to come here in advance to make arrangements.

Thinking of Mr. Yang's family's status, they ate all kinds of delicacies in Hong Kong, especially the food they had at Yang's restaurant that time, which he still remembers vividly. 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 time we are not here for vacation and enjoyment. We have been mentally prepared before we came back."

Hearing Yang Ming say that, Secretary Zhang breathed a sigh of relief.

He was also under a lot of pressure.

The pressure came from the old man and Mr. Xi.

The most important thing is that when facing a Hong Kong tycoon like Mr. Yang, the most feared thing is that the other party will be picky and make you not know how to do it well.

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

They came for breakfast. 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 canteen of the commune was really big. It could accommodate thousands of people to eat together at the same time. He felt that it was similar to the canteen of the middle school where he studied before.

In addition, these dining tables and stools looked a little shabby. Many of them were still mainly wooden stools and wooden tables, which should have been cleaned and scrubbed many times.

Before Yang Ming came, they were probably wiped clean.

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

Eat for free, work hard to produce!

The canteen cleverly cooks thousands of meals, and the commune warms the hearts of thousands of people!

The public canteen is infinitely good!

. . .

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

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

Maybe he had accidentally seen some reports of the Zuo faction in the newspaper before.

However, the Zuo faction newspapers in Hong Kong have a small audience, and it is difficult for ordinary people to see them.

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

Big pot meals?

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

Because before Yang Jirong and his wife left their hometown, there were indeed no such things.

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

They arranged for Mr. Yang to pass by here for dinner, and they found that the guesthouse was too small and inappropriate. After thinking about it, there was only this place.

Who would have thought that they forgot to remove these slogans.

These slogans are not banners, but painted on the wall with white lime. Unless something is used to cover all the words on them, they can disappear.

"Mr. Yang, I will have someone cover all these things when the time comes." Mr. Shen came over and said.

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

Yang Ming said: "Mr. Shen, this is a witness and memory of history, there is no need to erase it. It can be developed as a restaurant, or even a museum or a tourist attraction in the future. If you let people erase it, then its historical existence value will be gone."

"Mr. Yang, is there such a saying?"

"In the future, when overseas Chinese and even foreign investors 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 should not only be preserved, but also well protected."

"That's true."

Yang Ming thought it was quite funny later. These things were originally of great historical value, but were later destroyed intentionally or artificially.

After 30 or 40 years, there was a revival, which led to the emergence of a large number of fake counterfeits. In fact, those were all counterfeits later. What's the point?

Now here, the original flavor, if there is no demolition, no transformation, and no high-rise buildings, it can be preserved as part of future tourism development.

It has to be said that Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang and others think that Mr. Yang really has a business mind, and they will understand it with a little help.

When the chefs and staff in the canteen began to serve the dishes.

There were pork, chicken, fish, other meats, vegetables, etc., which looked quite rich.

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

Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, and Lin Xiuzhi's expressions were not very good, especially when they saw those large pieces of fat pork piled in that big bowl. For some reason, they suddenly remembered that when they passed the railway track, they saw those bulging dead pigs thrown on both sides, and the lingering stench.

The three women had no appetite, and Ah Zhu and Zhong Chuhong were carsick again, so they had no appetite now.

They really vomited just now, and their stomachs were empty, which was particularly uncomfortable. They still had to eat something first. They didn't want to eat those meats and vegetables. They just wanted to eat some porridge to fill their stomachs.

Secretary Zhang, Mr. Shen and others were different. After seeing these sumptuous meals and getting Mr. Yang's consent, they started to sit there and eat.

In fact, most people in China have not even solved the problem of food and clothing, and they can't even eat enough rice. Dishes like this are rare for people of Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang.

They just took a bite of the pork and chicken that were dripping with fat and exuding fragrance. Yang Ming, Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, and even Yang Jirong and his wife found it difficult to understand and experience the feeling of satisfaction.

It was the first time for Chen Bo and Song Shaoguang to eat in China. They ate very politely, not like Chen Zhenhua's bodyguards who ate big mouthfuls.

However, they really noticed the huge gap between China and Hong Kong. In addition to the feeling of poverty and backwardness, they felt the gap with Hong Kong in all aspects.

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

They saw that Mr. Yang's table of meat dishes had not been touched much?

Yang Ming knew that pork in this era was really delicious.

The pork nowadays is all grown by humans with grains, including sweet potatoes, and is not raised with feed that is later raised on a large scale. In the future, there will be more pork and more people can afford it, but the taste is already very different.

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

As for now, Yang Ming has no appetite, so he has not tasted it.

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

Yang Ming said.

After hearing this, Yang Jirong and his wife tasted a small bite and found it really good.

This time, Yang Ming and his party were able to eat those meat dishes because the old man specially allocated funds from above to entertain Mr. Yang and his party.

This time, Yang Ming and his party had more than 20 people, plus Mr. Shen and his followers, less than 50 people, and entertaining Yang Ming and his party did not require too much food.

In order to value Mr. Yang, the old man specially allocated a sum of money.

With these funds, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang can do things much easier.

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

Even if Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others have special identities, they can’t let others give you things for free.

In this era, many people think that these things belong to the public and the country.

Given the old man's character, he certainly had to calculate clearly.

When Yang Ming was eating, he could feel that the chefs and aunts who delivered the dishes in the commune canteen showed eager expressions, and even swallowed their saliva.

Obviously, they were afraid that they could not eat these meals, unless there were some left, they would have their turn to eat.

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

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

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

In fact, the meals bought were based on their number, and the rest were completely excessive.

Yang Ming already understood.

For China, this meal is already a richer lunch than the New Year.

Except for Chen Zhenhua and other bodyguards who needed to replenish their energy to eat there, Yang Ming's family and Ah Zhu and others barely ate and did not eat anymore.

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

2:30 pm.

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

There is not much time left here.

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

Two chapters combined into one chapter!

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