I lost my vegetative state, and I became the richest man in the world

Chapter 286 Mr. Yang returns home to visit his relatives! 【2】

In Pengcheng in January 1979, the kapok was already in full bloom. When Yang Ming and others' convoy passed near a railway track, Yang Ming looked out.

He saw the dead pigs thrown around the track, and many blowflies were buzzing and dancing. If he opened the car window at this time, he would not only smell the stench of the swollen dead pigs, but also feel the smell. The air is filled with the stench of livestock manure and carrion.

Chen Zhenhua and others did not dare to go too fast because of the bumpy road. It was not good for the car, and it was uncomfortable for Mr. Yang's family in the car.

Yang Ming, Yang Jirong and his wife saw the scene outside, those dead pigs being randomly thrown outside the railway tracks, and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, and Lin Xiuzhi in the other car, once saw this kind of situation, and when the stench came, they felt uncomfortable.

Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang, who are sitting in the Mercedes-Benz in front, did not expect this to happen.

It is no longer a day or two for dead pigs, dead livestock, and dead poultry to be thrown outside at will.

When it was the worst, in the three places closest to Pengcheng, you might still be able to see those body pickers, who would burn the corpses of those who failed to smuggle at will.

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

Yang Ming didn't look out any more, and pulled down the curtains on the car.

He is thinking.

He knew that besides being from the future, he also hoped that the domestic situation would change.

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

He is just the person who can act as the old man's back and push the old man even more.

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 must pass.

I don't know how long it took.

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

One of the tires had blown out and was deflated.

In this case, you can only stop to change the tire.

When you come, take these issues into consideration.

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

Here, I didn't see the dead pigs being thrown like I did just now. Obviously, it was much more comfortable here.

Although this side looks more poor and backward, except for some low and dilapidated earth-tile houses, there are no other modern houses at all, and even red brick houses are hard to see.

Yang Ming got out of the car.

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang has already got out of the car to see what the problem is. When he found out that it was pierced by a sharp stone, he seemed a little embarrassed.

Most of these domestic roads are like that now.

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

The suburbs away from downtown Yangcheng are actually similar to this place.

"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, the roads here are all like this." Mr. Shen said hastily.

Secretary Zhang also looked embarrassed.

Mainly this time Mr. Yang went back too hastily.

Even if they wanted to make some other arrangements, it might be too late.

In addition, such as road construction, which involves large-scale projects, except for people in the country, who have no money, no technology, and no planning, how can they be asked to do it?

This is simply impossible.

Yang Ming said calmly, "It is precisely because of that that we need to make changes."

"Mr. Yang, you are right. If these roads are as smooth as the roads in the urban area, this problem will not arise."

In fact, Yang Ming probably did the math.

The straight-line distance from Yang’s family in the Mid-Levels Villa in Repulse Bay to Yang Jirong’s hometown in Laolong, Longchuan County is more than 200 kilometers, or even less than [-] kilometers.

This distance is not too far.

If there is a direct expressway, Yang Ming knows that it is three or four hours away, so he can rush back.

but now?
I am afraid that I may not be able to return in one day.

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

When Mr. Zhang and Xie Yan's bodyguards were changing tires.

Yang Ming saw Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, and Lin Xiuzhi who also got out of the car.

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

"How are you?"

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

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

In that case, it is still good, and it takes more than an hour to reach the opposite Haojiang River.

They have been sitting for more than two hours now, and they are still in a state of bumps. They feel that their hearts are about to jump out, which is very uncomfortable.

"Young Master Yang, I'm also a little motion sick." Zhong Chuhong said embarrassedly.

"Rub some medicine first."

There are many kinds of mosquito repellents in Xiangjiang, as well as wind repellent, vomiting and other medicines.

This time, when Zhong Chuhong and Azhu came out, they deliberately brought back medicines such as panacea and essential oils.

Under Yang Ming's reminder, Zhong Chuhong and Azhu rubbed wind-repelling oil on their foreheads and the back of their necks respectively, and they felt a lot soon, and they no longer felt like they wanted to vomit as before.

Motion sickness is really uncomfortable.

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

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

"Boss, can we go now?"

"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 stayed just now. He just saw that it was a scattered dilapidated earth tile house surrounded by rugged mountains and some fields in the distance.

Yang Ming guessed that this place is not very far from Pengcheng. After the tide of smuggling immigrants in the 50s, 60s, and even 70s, 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, it will definitely not be what it is now.

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

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

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

Along the way, apart from the bumpy mountain road, that is, seeing some dilapidated tile-roofed houses, in addition, I occasionally saw a few nearby villagers looking curiously from a distance.

They may be curious, why so many cars pass by here suddenly?

In 1978, Pengcheng had an area of ​​only 2.9 square kilometers and a population of 2.3. The roads in the urban area were less than 3 kilometers away, surrounded by farmland and distant mountains.

In addition, in recent years, due to the tide of smuggling, the population has been even more withered.

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

1979年1月1日下午1:35。

The convoy came to the first place in Huicheng area.

Tamsui Town.

Danshui Town, which used to be Huiyang's residence, is larger than ordinary towns.

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

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

People are iron, and rice is steel, so you panic if you don't eat a meal.

From morning to now, everyone including Mr. Shen has long been hungry.

Yang Ming and others got out of the car.

Seeing the traces left by the 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 for Yang Ming to come to this place, whether in his previous life or now.

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

This time he represented Guangdong Province and Xilao. In fact, he had done his best and came here in advance to make arrangements.

Thinking of the identities of Mr. Yang's family, they ate delicacies from mountains and seas in Xiangjiang, especially the food at Yang's restaurant, which he still remembers deeply, and he doesn't know whether Mr. Yang's family is suitable for the taste here.

"Secretary Zhang, you don't need to be too polite. For us, this time is not for vacation and enjoyment. We have already 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 rich man in Hong Kong like Mr. Yang, I am most afraid that the other party will be critical, and I will not know how to do well.

When Yang Ming, Yang Jirong, Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, Chen Bo, Song Shaoguang, and Chen Zhenhua entered the commune dining hall, 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. 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 dining hall was really big, and it might be able to accommodate thousands of people to eat at the same time. He felt that it was similar to the middle school dining hall he used to study in.

In addition, these dining tables and stools look a bit worn out, and many of them are mainly wooden stools and tables, which should have been cleaned and scrubbed many times.

Before Yang Ming came, he might have been wiped spotless.

Besides, in the dining hall, Yang Ming saw many kinds of slogans.

It doesn't cost money to eat, and work hard to produce!
The cafeteria cooks thousands of meals skillfully, and the commune warms the hearts of thousands of people!
The public canteen is infinitely better!
. . .

When looking at those slogans, Yang Ming felt as if he had really begun to integrate into this society.

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

Maybe I have seen some Zorpai newspapers have reported it inadvertently in the newspapers before.

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

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

Big pot of rice?
Not only Yang Ming was hard to understand, but Yang Jirong and his wife were also hard to understand.

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

When Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and the others saw those prominent slogans, they didn't feel anything before, but now they feel really inappropriate.

They were arranging a place for Mr. Yang to pass by to eat, but they mainly found that the guest house was too small and inappropriate, and after much deliberation, this was the only place.

Where did I think, I forgot to get rid of these slogans.

These slogans are not banners, but painted on the wall with white lime. Unless the words on them are completely wiped off with something, they may disappear.

"Mr. Yang, I'll have someone wipe all these things off." Mr. Shen came over and said.

As Mr. Shen, he can really do it, and it's just a word.

Yang Ming said: "Mr. Shen, this is a witness and memory of history, there is no need to erase it. In the future, it will be used as a restaurant for development, or even as a museum, and the development of scenic spots will be fine. If you let someone erase it, then it Its historical existence value is gone.”

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

"In the future, those overseas Chinese and overseas Chinese, and even those foreign investment businessmen who come here for inspection, can definitely take them to have a look, maybe they think it is interesting and will invest money."

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

"That's true."

Yang Ming thought it was quite funny afterwards, as these things were originally of great historical value, but they were all deliberately or artificially destroyed later.

After 40 to [-] years, a revival began to appear again, leading to the emergence of a large number of fake imitations. In fact, those were imitated later. What's the point?
Now here, the original taste, if there is no demolition, no renovation, no high-rise buildings, this place can be preserved as a part of future tourism development.

It has to be said that Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and the others felt that Mr. Yang was really business-minded, and it would be all right to give them a little.

When the chefs and staff here in the canteen start serving the food.

There are pork, chicken, fish, other meats, and vegetables, etc., which seem to be relatively rich.

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

Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, and Lin Xiuzhi's expressions were not very good, especially when they saw those big pieces of fat pork piled up in that big bowl, and for some reason they suddenly remembered, passing by the railway track, seeing those The bulging, bloated dead pigs that were thrown around, and the lingering stench.

The three girls didn't have much appetite, and A Zhu and Zhong Chuhong got carsick again, so they had no appetite now.

They really vomited just now, their stomachs are empty, and they feel very uncomfortable. They should eat something first. They don't want to eat those meats and vegetables. They just want to eat some porridge to fill their stomachs simply.

Secretary Zhang and Mr. Shen are different people. They saw these sumptuous meals, and after obtaining Mr. Yang's consent, they began to sit there and eat.

In fact, the vast majority of people in the country don't even have enough food and clothing, and they can't even eat enough rice. Even people with the identities of Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang rarely eat such a big fish and meat dish.

Those fatty meats exuding fragrance, and those chickens, they just grabbed them and ate them in one bite. It was difficult for Yang Ming, A Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, and even Yang Jirong and his wife to understand and experience the feeling of satisfaction.

Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang had dinner in China for the first time, and they ate very politely, and they didn't stutter like Chen Zhenhua's bodyguards.

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

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

When they saw the meat and vegetables on Mr. Yang's table, they didn't move much?

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

The current pork is all artificially fed with whole grains, including sweet potatoes, which is not like the feed that was raised on a large scale later. There will be more pork in the future, and more people will be able to eat it, but the taste is already old. Big difference.

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

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

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

Yang Ming said.

After hearing this, Yang Jirong and his wife took a sip and found that it was really good.

This time, Yang Ming and the others 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, there were more than 20 people including Yang Ming and Mr. Shen who followed, and there were less than 50 people. It didn't take much to entertain people like Yang Ming in terms of food.

In order to pay attention to Mr. Yang, the old man specially allocated a sum of funds.

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

Including buying and selling things now, you need all kinds of meat coupons, food coupons, etc. If you have no money and only tickets, how can others sell them to you?
Even if Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others have special identities, they cannot let others give you things for nothing.

In this era, in the eyes of many people, these things belong to the public and the country.

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

When Yang Ming was eating, he could feel the longing expressions of the cooks and the aunts in the commune dining hall who delivered the food, and even swallowed their saliva.

Obviously, these meals, even they can't eat them, unless there are some left, it's their turn to eat.

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

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

He didn't dare and didn't want to deceive Mr. Yang.

In fact, it is the meals bought according to their number, and the others are completely excessive.

Yang Ming already understood.

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

Except for Chen Zhenhua and the bodyguards who needed to eat there to replenish their energy, Yang Ming's family, A Zhu and the others stopped eating after they were barely full.

Especially when the aunts in the canteen looked at the fat pork that swallowed their mouths, Ah Zhu, Zhong Chuhong, Lin Xiuzhi and others didn't eat a single bite.

2:30 in the afternoon.

After staying here for about an hour at the commune canteen in Danshui, Yang Ming and the others ate everything.

Don't have 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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