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The land distribution to individual households in Xiaowanzi Brigade, Futian Commune, Pang County, was a complete success. Yao Sixi's family received 3.6 mu of wheat land and 6 mu of corn land.

The villagers were overjoyed, and some more radical families even started clearing land to grow vegetables.

Yao Sixi was dejected. His family didn't originally have that much land. His son was admitted to university and his household registration was moved away, but who knew that it would be moved back?

After drinking half a glass of wine, Yao Sixi finally made a major decision: "Damn it, pack a few clothes, I'm going to the city tomorrow."

"You've finally come to your senses? I... I want to go with you too." Aunt Yao was overjoyed.

"Go away, go away, what the hell are you going to do? I'm going to beat that bastard to death."

Yao Sixi's grandson is not actually his grandson; he is his son, Yao Xing.

"You're just a brigade secretary, and it's not just you who's being dismissed; all the brigade secretaries in the entire commune have been dismissed."

Aunt Yao muttered, "If you're unhappy, you come to the city and beat my son?"

"Stop arguing and hurry up and pack your clothes."

Yao Sixi flew into a rage, but Aunt Yao dared not resist and went to pack her things.

The yellow travel bag was packed full, with two or three changes of clothes on top and local specialties from home that I was bringing for my son.

Yao Sixi went to the city, partly because he really wanted to beat Yao Xing up, and partly because his position as the brigade secretary had been revoked, which was a huge blow to him and made him feel bad. He needed to get some fresh air.

In recent years, which village do you visit without bowing and scraping?

After the land was distributed to individual households, the villagers would pretend not to see him when they saw him, and wouldn't even greet him. It was infuriating!

Yao Sixi was small in stature but full of energy, with shrewdness in his eyes. Yao Xing was a perfect replica of him.

Carrying the incredibly heavy yellow bag, I changed buses and finally arrived at the Huailin City Disinfection Plant.

Standing at the main gate, Yao Sixi squinted at the old factory buildings and the cracked white signboard: Huailin City First Disinfection Factory.

Is this the disinfection plant that the son mentioned in his letter?

Although old, it still retains the grandeur and imposing presence of a state-owned factory.

Everyone says there are more opportunities in the city. Yao Xing is just a farmer who was expelled from university. Even if a pie falls from the sky, it won't fall on a young kid with no diploma, no qualifications, and no money, right?

That kid probably made up a lie just to put his family at ease.

Yao Sixi straightened his Zhongshan suit, picked up his bag, and was about to go inside when the gatekeeper stopped him: "What are you doing here?"

In the village, Yao Sixi was the undisputed leader for many years, but in the city, a brigade secretary was no longer a respectable figure.

"Hello, I'm looking for Yao Xing." Yao Sixi bowed and smiled.

"Looking for Factory Director Yao? What's the matter? Do you have a letter of introduction?" the gatekeeper asked sternly.

"I am his father, I've come to see my son."

Yao Sixi was filled with unease. The gatekeeper called Yao Xing "Factory Director Yao." Could it be that the unfilial son really was the factory director?

"Director Yao is out on business. Would you like to wait for him in the guardhouse for a while?"

Upon hearing that he was Yao Xing's father, the gatekeeper immediately changed his attitude.

"Going to do business? Okay, then I'll wait for him at the gate."

What kind of damn factory manager is he, having to go out and do business himself?

Upon entering the guardhouse, the guard immediately made tea and asked ingratiatingly, "You haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"I've eaten, I've had breakfast."

After traveling from the countryside to the city and changing buses twice, it was already noon, and I was hungry.

"You rest for a while, I'll go to the cafeteria to get you some food."

"No, no, wait for my son to come back, let him get the food."

In the city, you need meal tickets to eat, and that costs money. Everyone has their own difficulties, so you can't take advantage of others.

"Look at you, it's just a meal. Wait a minute, it'll be here soon."

Yao Sixi was really hungry and didn't know when Yao Xing would be back, so he couldn't refuse any longer.

The gatekeeper was very kind and gave Yao Sixi three dishes and four ounces of rice.

Yao Sixi thought he would receive praise from the factory manager's father, but to his surprise, the starving Yao Sixi finished his meal in just a few minutes.

He wiped his mouth and thought to himself, "City people really have a hard life; they can't even get enough to eat."

That's two meat dishes and one vegetable dish: braised pork, cold pig's ear salad, and chives and bean sprouts. That's four ounces of rice; even the gatekeeper couldn't finish four ounces.

Rural people really can eat a lot; they must have been poor to have eaten their way out of poverty.

"Comrade, is Yao Xing really the director of the disinfection plant?"

After finishing their meal and drinking tea, Yao Xing still hadn't returned, Yao Sixi inquired.

"Of course, how could this be fake?"

"Him, a mere young man, can he be a factory manager?"

"Why can't we do it? The linens used for disinfection in the workshop are all from designated locations. It's like cooking; all the methods are fixed. If you only know how to cook, how can you not know how?"

The gatekeeper looked at Yao Sixi with suspicion. Was he really Director Yao's father?

"But, why give him such a good thing?"

"Well, that's a long story. There's been some gossip that Director Yao has powerful connections."

"Who?"

"You're his father, don't you know who's behind him?"

"I...I really don't know."

Seeing Yao Sixi's bewildered expression, the gatekeeper lowered his voice and said, "The governor and the mayor, the money he paid for the disinfection plant was all raised by them."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yao Sixi fell off the bench with a thud to the ground, trembling violently: "Comrade, you can't say things like that. The governor is such a high-ranking official, how could he possibly take a fancy to my young son?"

The gatekeeper quickly helped Yao Sixi up, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Your son has met a benefactor."

Yao Sixi was filled with trepidation and was about to ask more questions when the gatekeeper glanced at the factory gate and saw Yao Xing riding a bicycle, speeding past like lightning.

"Hey, hey, Director Yao, your dad, your dad's here."

The security guard ran out quickly and shouted at Yao Xing.

With a sudden stop, the bicycle drifted, its front end pointing directly at the gatekeeper.

"My dad?"

"Yes, we've been waiting for ages."

Yao Sixi walked out of the gate and saw a boy who was as thin as a monkey looking at him suspiciously in the distance.

Yao Xing, my son, you're the factory manager, how come you've become so thin?

Yao Sixi was filled with bitterness. All the words she had been thinking about to scold him along the way were forgotten, leaving only heartache.

"Dad, it really is you! What brings you here? Didn't I say I'd be back for the New Year?"

Yao Xing was overjoyed; after a year, he had finally seen his family.

Yao Sixi's lips trembled slightly as she asked, "Have you eaten?"

"Not yet, I'm out doing sales. The cafeteria will save some food for me."

"You brat, you never eat on time, look how skinny you've become!"

Yao Sixi slapped Yao Xing on the shoulder, though he was scolding him, his eyes were full of kindness.

"Dad, look at me, I'm in great spirits. I don't need to eat anymore, let's go home and cook something delicious."

Where do you live?

"It's not far. Come on, Dad, get in the car, I'll give you a ride."

The gatekeeper, all smiles, brought out the yellow bag: "Director Yao, Uncle has already eaten. I got my food from the canteen. Here, take this bag, it's quite heavy."

"Thank you, my dad and I are going back now."

With his father and a heavy bag on the back of the bicycle, the skinny Yao Xing struggled to pedal.