The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

Southeast Province is a full 1,500 kilometers away from Henan.

From the early morning of the 30th to the morning of the first day of the new year, Zhao Jiangchuan and his family finally arrived at their destination.

Kaifeng, a famous ancient capital in history.

Zhao Donglai's hometown is a rural area in a small county in Kaifeng, a place called Zhaojiazhuang.

In rural areas, cars are very rare.

Usually, even if a van passes by in the village, it will attract the attention of many people. But now, a brand new Audi appears in such a small village, and it immediately attracts more people to watch.

"He's back from the east."

"Dong Lai, you are back."

“….”

"Er Dazi, happy New Year."

Enthusiastic voices greeted Zhao Donglai after seeing him getting out of the car, and Zhao Donglai responded one by one.

Naturally, the roads in rural areas are not much better. On the roadsides where it has just snowed, new cars will soon be splashed with mud and water everywhere.

Huang Yajuan was a little worried about her new car, but she didn't say anything.

Because, after arriving at Zhaojiazhuang on his own initiative, the smile on Zhao Donglai's face never broke.

When he saw some older people in the village, Zhao Donglai would cordially call him uncle, and then politely hand him a cigarette. Some of his peers also said hello with laughter.

The man also handed over a cigarette, while the woman made some harmless jokes.

Zhao Jiangchuan drove slowly behind Zhao Donglai, occasionally nodding and smiling as a salute to those who greeted him.

In the past, he didn't understand why his father returned to his hometown where he was so poor that he had nothing every year, but now his mood was different, and he felt differently.

Returning home in glory, yes, but not all.

It may be more of a consciousness of not forgetting one's roots in life, or a tradition of returning to one's roots.

This is the birthplace of Zhao Donglai. It is inevitable that he will have a feeling that he can never let go of.

Just like when he was wandering in a foreign country, every festive season would miss his hometown thousands of miles away, even if that hometown held countless sad memories.

"Donghan, your second son is back."

I don’t know who in the crowd shouted.

Not long after, a man with facial features somewhat similar to Zhao Donglai's and wearing an old Chinese tunic suit ran over from a short distance away.

Zhao Donghan, the eldest of the three brothers Zhao Donglai, is an honest farmer. Zhao Donglai, the second oldest, should naturally be called brother.

"elder brother."

"Yeah, let's walk home."

A conversation of just a few words, even when greeting outsiders, seems to be more enthusiastic than such a useless conversation.

But this does not mean that the relationship between Zhao Donglai's brothers is not good, because one family does not speak the same language, and all the feelings between brothers who share the same mother's milk are kept secret.

The courtyard is built with stones, plus three tile-roofed houses and a side house.

This is Zhao Donghan's home.

Maybe it was because cattle were raised in the yard all year round. Even when you entered the house, there was an indescribable weird smell.

In the main room, there were two men and women who were about the same age as Zhao Jiangchuan.

This is Zhao Donghan's son Zhao Jiangnan and daughter Zhao Fengzhi.

Perhaps it was because they were born in rural areas and had never seen the world. Even though they were seventeen or eighteen years old, they were somewhat afraid of life.

The two of them did not dare to say hello. After timidly glancing at their uncles and cousins, they still smiled at the same time.

A very embarrassed but sincere smile.

When he was this age, Zhao Jiangchuan didn't like the countryside very much, and by extension, he also didn't like his relatives in the countryside.

Even if he has a certain blood relationship with these relatives.

At that time, for his relatives in his father's hometown,

There will always be a subconscious dislike.

Maybe they dislike their poverty, maybe they dislike their downfall, or they are afraid that these poor relatives will take advantage of their family.

Every year Zhao Donglai comes back with large and small packages, and he always feels that his family has suffered a loss.

Even if Zhao Donglai hadn't forced him, he would not have been willing to go to such a remote rural area.

After all, he had grown up on Ludao since he was a child, and he had no feelings for these uncles and cousins.

However, things are different now.

With different life experiences, he has another way of looking at life, and he can feel the warmth that comes from family affection.

Even if it is just a smile, it contains a lot of unspoken enthusiasm.

Therefore, Zhao Jiangchuan also smiled back and took the initiative to speak.

"Jiangnan, Fengzhi, let's go, let's go out for a walk?"

Zhao Jiangchuan's virtues, as a father, Zhao Donglai naturally knows very well. There has never been a time when he went back to his hometown with a face that looked like an egg shell.

Zhao Donglai was deeply surprised and relieved by his sudden change.

However, Zhao Donglai didn't think much about it. He thought it was because Zhao Jiangchuan had grown up and knew that there shouldn't be too much prejudice between relatives.

Zhao Donglai casually asked:

"Your aunt's dumplings will be ready in a moment. Don't run too far."

Zhao Jiangnan was born in the year of Dragon, one year older than Zhao Jiangchuan. He was born in 76 years old and was already over 18 years old. Zhao Fengzhi was born in 78 years old and was born in the year of Horse.

What's interesting is that the boy Zhao Jiangnan is a bit shy and doesn't talk much. He only answers a few words when Zhao Jiangchuan asks, and he doesn't have the brotherly demeanor at all.

Zhao Fengzhi, on the other hand, has a rather cheerful personality.

After slowly getting acquainted with Zhao Jiangchuan, this girl stopped going out and started calling him Brother Chuan.

"Brother Chuan, you are going to take the college entrance examination next year."

"Wow, you don't have to go to morning classes. We have to get up early to go to morning classes since the third grade of elementary school. In junior high school, we have to study at night every day."

"Brother Chuan, in your city..."

Two serious young people in their prime will inevitably have some yearning for the big cities outside. Zhao Jiangnan listened, and Zhao Fengzhi asked questions, intentionally or unintentionally asking Zhao Jiangchuan what the outside world was like.

Zhao Jiangchuan smiled and answered from time to time without any impatience or boredom. Even occasionally, waves of guilt and pity flashed in his heart.

Zhao Jiangnan was wearing an old green suit, the kind of old military green suit that many people regard as outdated.

Zhao Fengzhi wore a plaid cotton-padded jacket, which was quite festive, but the two braids looked earthy.

It was their tacky clothes that made Zhao Jiangchuan feel embarrassed even when he stood with them.

Zhao Jiangchuan felt guilty about his past self, but felt pity for him now.

Like him, Zhao Jiangnan is in his third year of high school and will take the college entrance examination next year. Zhao Fengzhi did not choose to go to high school and went to a local normal college.