20 years of restarting life

Chapter 491

In Wen Ye's brief narrative before, Zhao Chang'an's memory impression is that in 37, the national army launched the Battle of Songhu in order to contain the Japanese military pressure on North China. The three fled across the river and were robbed by bandits in the mountain city. Only Grandma Wen Ye survived and was bought by Wen Ye's grandfather as his grandfather's child bride.

It sounds like a straightforward process.

Looking at it now, just listening to Wen Ye's words 'no matter how bloody and cold', Zhao Chang'an knew that things were far from that simple.

"Wen Ye, now is a society ruled by law. You can't take the grievances of 60 years ago and sue them in court. From the present point of view, there is no solution other than ignoring them."

"Of course I know, and grandma knows too; but have you ever thought about the despicable things they did back then, they didn't know in their hearts, how did they have the face, and why did they do it? It's so kind, the branch of Baodao is lying on the ground Doing breakfast in the street, opening a grocery store, and riding three rounds of goods, why do they ignore it at all, but this time, they want to be so grand?"

Zhao Changan lit a cigarette: "Say it."

"That fire, the fire that they fled to Europe that night, it seems that not only many people died, but also those important things should be burned by the fire."

Wen Ye said slowly: "That night, all the remaining masters of the Ye family's Mingzhu team died in battle; so far, in the past 60 years, the Ye family has not had a martial arts master in Europe. And the Ye family's ancestral training has always been The Patriarch is capable of both literature and martial arts, but Ye Zi’s generation, Ye Jingtian, actually joined the Patriarch’s competition, Ye Jingtian was seriously injured by Ye Bai back then, and he is no longer able to practice martial arts, this is the first time in 60 years that the Ye family has clearly changed its direction.”

"Damn it, you're talking the same way I read martial arts novels, what are you talking about, I'm a grown-up, why don't you think it's useless? As for bragging, it's so mysterious!"

"Do you have a not-so-thick wooden chair next to you?"

"Have."

"Now you are angry at Dantian."

A thin stream of heat like a kite string surged from Zhao Changan's dantian.

"Ankles into the ground."

Zhao Changan stepped on the wooden floor with his heels tightly.

"Exit the Qi from Tianshu, go to Taiyi, --- go out from Zuo Neiguan, spread the whole left palm."

Zhao Changan followed up smoothly.

Wen Ye shouted over there: "Throw it down!"

"Snapped!"

Zhao Changan's feet that are tightly pressed against the wooden floor are the handle of the whip, his legs are soft and the straight spine is the body of the whip, his left hand is like a long whip, and the left palm is the handle of the whip.

He slapped hard on the surface of a poplar stool beside him.

"Crack!"

A piece of the stool on this not-too-thin stool was directly blown apart.

"Fuck!"

Zhao Changan looked at his masterpiece in shock, and then felt severe pain in his left palm.

"Sigh~"

He gasped and looked at his left palm, which was already as red as a monkey's buttocks, and was rapidly swollen: "Wen Ye, my hand is swollen!"

"It's okay, just apply a little Dieda ointment, and it will be fine in a few days; see if you see it, this is real power, although it is only a scale and a half claw. It's just that your body is too weak, you have to practice hard, and you have to boil medicine to nourish your skin and flesh Muscles and bones, even if they can be punched out, the backlash against your body is equally powerful."

Wen Ye over the phone spoke lightly.

"I rely on!"

Zhao Changan scolded angrily: "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Look, you suspect me to prove it, and you complain after I prove it; if I said earlier that you would shoot, wouldn't you still suspect me of bragging if you didn't?"

What Wen Ye said made Zhao Changan speechless, and changed the subject: "You are going back at the Dragon Boat Festival, and I will be with you."

On the other side of the phone, Wen Ye was silent for a while, then sighed, "Chang'an, we are still too weak."

"You're not talking nonsense, they have hundreds of years of accumulation; it is the Lu family, which has been in Africa for 30 to [-] years. We started from the Pearl, and it is less than a year now."

"My physique, including the last conflict in the old fertilizer factory, the Ye family should have noticed and guessed."

"The budget for a few more houses in the lakeside nursing home is used to exchange with the current village head of your Wenjia Village. The compound is closed and locked. I still don't believe they dare to break in!"

Now that Wen Ye's grandma lives in the village, if members of the Ye family want to enter the village compound, visit and drink tea or have other purposes, neither Wen Ye nor his grandma have any reason to stop them.

But if this village can be replaced, it is Grandma Wen Ye who decides whether to open the door, who can enter or not.

"How come it's too late, there are only twelve days until the Dragon Boat Festival."

Wen Ye was obviously not optimistic.

"That's because you don't really understand China's speed. Twelve days? For a one-story house with a prefabricated roof made of red bricks, it can be done in ten days!"

"Doesn't it match the nearby buildings?" Wen Ye still felt that it was not easy to achieve.

"If you don't like it, the nursing home is antique, the lotus pond and the rockery corridor are exquisitely carved and have the style of exquisite gardens in the Ming and Qing Dynasties; the prefabricated roof of the village's red brick and wooden doors is also simply painted with white lime. Think about it, this sharp contrast between delicacy and simplicity, I can't convince those relatives and village cadres of yours?"

Zhao Chang'an was dancing so much that he even forgot the pain in his hand for a moment.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Chang'an started calling the village head of Wenjia Village. After ringing for a while, Grandma Wenye's voice came.

"Grandma, I'm Zhao Chang'an, please use the loudspeaker to call Rensheng and Uncle Shizhong, and tell them that I have something to look for. Um, um, Wen Ye is doing well, and so are we,—"

soon,

Wenjia Village.

"Hey, hello, branch secretary Rensheng, village chief Shizhong, Chang'an, um, Zhao Chang'an called you."

The sound of the loudspeaker rippling in the valley of Wenjia Village in the twilight.

Wen Rensheng, who was squatting under the big locust tree, and the two of them, Wen Shizhong, quickly put their rice bowls on the ground, and then strode towards the village on the mountainside.

Wen Rensheng also yelled to his grandson: "Dan'er, take care of me and your third grandfather's job, don't call dogs, cats, and chickens into trouble!"

Zhao Changan soaked his congested left hand in cold water to relieve the pain.

In his mouth, he scolded Wen Ye for being unreasonable, but in his heart, he was extremely excited.

The persuasion between true friends is always so direct and fierce, without any softness.

Undoubtedly, with this slap, Wen Ye opened a door for him.

No matter how much Wen Ye bragged before, Zhao Changan still believed in strengthening the muscles and strengthening the body, and he sneered at everything else, no matter how miraculous it was.

He couldn't believe it before, but one day he could break a plank with his palm.

Now he really believed it.

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After Zhao Changan made the phone call, he went to the school infirmary to get some ointment. It was already dark.

It was almost nine o'clock at night.

Pointing at the appearance of his left hand to pay back the money is definitely inappropriate, so Zhao Changan decided to wait until tomorrow night to pay back the money.

I went back to the hotel, sat on the small chair in front of the bed, and thought about things.

Convincing the village team of Wenjia Village that Zhao Chang'an didn't need to waste his words at all, he just finished the construction and relocation within twelve days, he hesitated for a while, but he readily agreed.

After all, building a bungalow is not like building a building. There is no need to dig a deep foundation. Tonight, a small excavator can dig out several complete shallow foundations with a depth of 0.5m overnight.

The foundation stones can be laid tomorrow morning. With this kind of weather and low load, the wall can be built in three days, and the 3.5m high wall can be built in two days.

At the same time hit the floor.

After five days, the prefabricated slabs can be put on, and steel bars will be tied on top, and a layer of concrete and stones will be poured on site to firmly grasp these prefabricated slabs.

Wait another two days.

The village department can move in first, and then slowly add a little bit.

Zhao Chang'an secretly sighed, those old things must pass the Dragon Boat Festival, if the Mid-Autumn Festival, the nursing home, Wen Ye's new house, and Lu Feifei's villa will all be built.

How could it be so troublesome not to mention it now, which made him owe another 6 yuan to Wenjia Village.

(End of this chapter)