Reborn Nobility

Chapter 39 Distant Hometown

Xia Xiaoluo once again shamelessly "quoted" a business philosopher: "Businessmen must correct their relationship with the government. The government is inseparable and unreliable for businessmen. They must listen to the party and act according to the government's requirements. As long as you do what the government requires now, you won't be in trouble. The reason why you are in trouble now is because you didn't follow the government's requirements. It's like the relationship between a child and his parents. You always climb trees on the wall and break through the door. Suo, it would be strange if your parents didn’t spank you.”

When Wang Dali heard this, he thought it made sense and thought to himself that when doing business on his own in the future, he should consult this brat more. This brat is much smarter than his stinking father Xia Jindong.

Xia Xiaoluo pointed at the newspaper and said: "This newspaper is from May. A few months ago, the party and the government had sounded the alarm, but you still committed crimes against the wind and hit the muzzle of the gun! Who is to blame?"

At a quarter past four, the car arrived belatedly. The two of them boarded the car smoothly and headed towards Dahe Township.

The road condition of the county-level highway at that time was very poor, with potholes everywhere, and the car bumped along the way, like a roller coaster, which made Xia Xiaoluo almost jump out of his skin.

Wang Dali was accustomed to it, but he had always been worried about the police suddenly checking the car. At that time, "crack down" was popular, which would make Wang Dali and others panic at every turn.

The car drove on the bumpy road for several hours and finally arrived at Dahe Township.

The Dahe Township Government is located on a street about 200 meters long. There are some simple stores on both sides. There are barber shops, braised vegetables shops, clothing stores, tailor shops, grain and oil stores and other stores that are necessary for residents' daily life. It can be said that although it is a small house, it has all the essentials. .

The car stopped here, and after getting out of the car, they found another agricultural tricycle, gave the master a dollar, and asked him to drive to Lao Xiazhuang.

The sky has darkened, the summer heat has subsided, and a faint blue full moon has hung in the west. The open and flat fields are like a green carpet under the soft moonlight.

The waist-deep corn seedlings were blown by the night wind, and the leaves were swaying loudly, waving to the guests from afar. Crickets, crickets and other unknown insects were chirping lively and chatting with frogs in the roadside pond. The songs intertwine into a symphony full of vitality in midsummer.

Xia Xiaoluo couldn't remember how long it had been since he went back to his hometown. In the life before his rebirth, after he started working, he would only go back to Luoshui County to see his parents at most. He rarely went back to his hometown in Dahe Township.

Speaking of which, Lao Xiazhuang in Dahe Township brought him a lot of joy. He had many wonderful memories of his childhood here, not to mention going down to the river to catch fish and shrimps with several children in the village, and not to mention climbing trees to dig out bird's nests. Leading a hunting dog to chase rabbits on a snowy day, but there are many beautiful memories in this "green gauze tent" day after day.

Half-cooked corn has an attractive fragrance and can be eaten raw, leaving a lingering fragrance on the lips and teeth; green soybeans are best burned, they are fragrant and chewy; sweet potatoes are buried in the soil and burned with two fires. Once you take it out, it's hot.

After a while, they arrived at the entrance of Lao Xiazhuang Village. Xia Xiaoluo paid the money. Wang Dali also wanted to pay, but Xia Xiaoluo was considered a wealthy man now. It was not polite to take the initiative to spend money. It was to experience the pleasure of consumption.

In his previous life, he was a hard-working wage earner, and he really didn't spend much time happily.

When Wang Dali saw the thick stack of banknotes in his wallet, his eyes widened and he thought to himself, could it be that his brother-in-law got rich?

Seeing Xia Xiaoluo's stern face, he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

Needless to say, Xia Xiaoluo enjoyed his surprised look.

There are about 200 households in Lao Xiazhuang. The village is very big. It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the east end of the village to the west end. People in the village have two major surnames. Xia Xiaoluo's clan has about a hundred households, and the other clan has a surname

Liu, different ancestors.

The Xia surname is more powerful than the Liu surname in the village. The village chief Xia Jinzhou and the village party secretary Xia Tiegui are both members of the Xia family.

Seniority matters in the village, and Xia Jindong's family has a longer seniority in the village. Therefore, many people of the same age in the village call Xia Xiaoluo "Grandpa" based on seniority.

This phenomenon is very common in the rural areas of the Central Plains where family ties are important. When I call him "Grandpa", I don't feel shy at all.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw a circle of people enjoying the cool air and chatting under the big locust tree at the head of the village. There was no light, and I couldn't tell who was who just by the moonlight. I heard Fatty Ma's sister-in-law calling from afar: "Look who's back?"

The Near East boy!"

"Eh! - Are you taller? Just like his father, he will definitely be a big man!"

"I heard that this kid studied well and was admitted to the No. 1 high school. His uncle said..."

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk, just like his dad, he can read!"

People in the Central Plains are sincere, friendly and very enthusiastic. As soon as Xiao Luo entered the village, he was warmly welcomed by everyone. Sister-in-law Ma Pang took his little arm and said: "Come here and see if you still recognize me."

No?"

Sister-in-law Ma Fat is one of the more aggressive women in the village. She is in her thirties, eloquent, and unforgiving.

But he has a very good relationship with his own family, and he loves himself very much. In the past, every time he went back to his hometown during summer vacation or winter vacation, he would go to Sister-in-law Ma’s house to have fun. If there was any delicious food, Sister-in-law Ma would leave it for him.

He was sitting there, filling his little pockets to the brim.

But in my previous life, I went to college and seldom returned to Lao Xiazhuang after working. I only heard that her family had always been in a mediocre situation. She was in poor health in her old age and had been tortured by illness. At this time, looking at this kind woman,

I couldn't help but feel moved in my heart, and shouted: "I know you, you are Mrs. Ma Fatty."

"Hey, Zhong, do you remember who I am? Come to my house tomorrow and I will pick tomatoes and cucumbers for you to eat."

Saying goodbye to the enthusiastic fellow villagers, he went straight to his uncle's house. Xia Jindong had many brothers, and his uncle Xia Jinzhou was the village chief.

As soon as he entered the gate, the uncle lifted Xia Xiaoluo up. He put him down after lifting him halfway, laughed loudly and said, "You brat, when you grow up, I can't lift you anymore!"

He glanced at Wang Dali again with a questioning look and thought to himself, this guy looks strange.

Xia Xiaoluo had already discussed it with Wang Dali on the road. For safety reasons, Wang Dali would pretend to be an outsider.

Xia Xiaoluo smiled at his uncle and said, "Uncle, this man is my father's friend and a businessman from Wenzhou. His name is Wang Dali. He wants to see if there are any good investment projects in our Dahe Township."

He winked at his uncle mischievously and said, "You are very rich. You should seize the opportunity."

When the uncle heard that he was a wealthy businessman from Wenzhou, he couldn't help but take a high look and was a little excited. Over the years, he has been thinking about how to increase the income of the villagers. He has built vegetable greenhouses, special breeding, and small clothing factories, but he has never done anything.

What a name.

Although he is just a small official in the village, with sesame seeds and mung beans, he has a heart for the world. He listens to the radio and reads newspapers every day, and knows that Wenzhou businessmen have become famous and prosperous in recent years.

What's a little unreliable is that there are a lot of fake and shoddy products there, but since we are friends of the Near East, there will naturally be no problems. The Near East has always been reliable in doing business. If this rich man comes to your door, you must catch him and let him.

Give investment points to the village and let the villagers become rich quickly.

Thinking of this, he enthusiastically held Wang Dali's hand, shook it violently, and said: "Welcome, welcome, Mr. Wang!"

As soon as Wang Dali heard Xia Xiaoluo's introduction, he immediately got into the mood, puffed out his belly and said in a pretentious manner: "Village Chief Xia, I'm sorry, we're in trouble!"

He has watched a lot of Hong Kong and Taiwan Cantonese gun fight videos, and he also likes to learn Cantonese to act fashionable, so he can speak Cantonese with style.

The uncle quickly let him into the house. The five large tile-roofed houses in his uncle's house were already very impressive at that time. Many people still lived in mud houses. A fifteen-watt light bulb lit up in the living room, which was as dim as a will-o'-the-wisp. Aunt Zhang

The aunt quickly served them tea.

Xia Xiaoluo thought to himself, "Oh, this is a big deal. The uncle obviously takes it seriously. It seems that he wants to worship Wang Dali as a Buddha. How will he step down then?"

Then I thought, forget it, let’s get over it for now and wait until this turmoil has passed.

Wang Dali enjoyed it very much. With a calm look, he chatted with his uncle about family matters and asked his uncle emphatically about the income of the villagers and the status of the village-run enterprises.

During casual chat, I learned that the village now has a population of more than 1,000 people and a labor force of more than 600 young and middle-aged people. Except for a small number of people working outside, most of them stay at home and are in a state of "hidden unemployment".

At that time, labor mobility was very restricted. People who came to work in cities were not called migrant workers, but were called blind migrants, which had serious discriminatory implications.

Because unless they are very courageous or their family situation is too miserable, they are not willing to go out to work.

The village once raised funds to build a plastic greenhouse, but the technology was not up to par. After a year, few vegetables were grown. Later, everyone separated the plastic and bricks from the plastic greenhouse and took them home to build pig pens and the like.

In the 1980s, township and village enterprises were booming. A small garment factory was set up in the township. They also set up a small garment factory to process some work clothes with no special features. Later, the garment factory in the township closed down.

They didn't understand design or marketing, so the products they made were extremely ugly, their profits were very low, their sales were getting narrower and narrower, and they eventually shut down.

When he said this, Xiao Luo looked careless, but he listened carefully. A business plan gradually became clear in his mind.

However, he didn't say anything, hey, Wang Dali is an excellent agent, why bother to act on his own?

It was already ten o'clock in the evening, and my cousin Xia Qingtian hadn't come back yet. Xia Qingtian was twenty-two years old this year and no longer studied. In 1986, "Shaolin Temple" became popular across the country. He impulsively shaved his head and talked with several people in the village.

The child went to the Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts without telling his parents.

Three years later, he was found by his parents, but he was unwilling to study. When he came back, his father asked him what have you learned? He didn't say anything, picked up a brick, and slapped it on the head.

It shattered into a pile of red powder and flew away with great force.

However, according to Xia Ergou, a young man from the same village who secretly went to the Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts with him, he hid in a deserted place and rubbed his head vigorously, and vowed that my specialty, Xia Ergou, was Tietou Kung Fu. As for Xia Qing

Oh my God, I only practiced Tietou Kung Fu to 30% heat, but the latter's Shadowless Kick is only so-so.

While he was talking, Xia Qingtian flew up and gave him a kick, hitting him in the butt.

To put it in a rather vulgar way, Xia Qingtian's military strength is unknown.

I spent every day fighting dogs and fishing in the village, and my life was very nourishing.

Just listen to the rapid braking sound of a bicycle at the gate - the people on the car used their slippered feet to support the ground, drawing a white trace on the ground, and the speeding bicycle stopped gracefully.