I became the richest man in the world after losing my life in a vegetative state.

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

He saw dead pigs being thrown near the tracks, with many green-headed flies buzzing around. If he opened the car window at this time, he would not only smell the stench emitted by the bulging dead pigs, but also feel The air was filled with the stench of livestock manure and rotting corpses.

Because the road was bumpy and uneven, Chen Zhenhua and others did not dare to go too fast. This was not only bad for the car, but also uncomfortable for Mr. Yang and his family in the car.

Yang Ming, Yang Jirong and his wife suddenly felt a little uncomfortable when they saw the scene of dead pigs being thrown casually outside the railway tracks.

Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, and Lin Xiuzhi in the other car had seen this situation before, and when the smell wafted over, they immediately felt uncomfortable.

Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang, who were sitting in the Mercedes-Benz in front, didn't expect this.

Such dead pigs, dead livestock, and dead poultry are thrown outside casually. It is no longer a matter of a day or two.

At its worst, corpse-pickers may still be seen in the three places closest to Pengcheng, burning the bodies of those who failed to smuggle in at will.

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

Yang Ming didn't look outside anymore and pulled down the curtains in the car.

He is thinking.

He knew that besides coming from the future, he also wanted the situation in the country to change.

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

He is just the person who can act as the backing of the old gentleman and push him further.

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 necessary stop.

I don’t know how long it took.

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

One of the tires had a puncture and was flat.

In this case, the only option is to stop and change the tires.

When I came here, I took these issues into consideration.

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

Here, I didn’t see those dead pigs thrown away like before. It was obviously much more comfortable here.

Although this side looks poorer and more backward, except for some low and dilapidated earth-tile houses, there are no other modern houses at all, not even red brick houses.

Yang Ming got out of the car.

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang had already gotten out of the car to see what the problem was. When they discovered that it was actually punctured by a sharp stone, they looked a little embarrassed.

Most of these domestic roads are like that now.

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

Leaving the suburbs of Yangcheng city, it is actually similar to here.

"Mr. Yang, I'm sorry, you see the roads here are like this." Mr. Shen said hurriedly.

Secretary Zhang also looked very embarrassed.

The main reason is that Mr. Yang went back too hastily this time.

Even if they want to make other arrangements, they may not be able to do it in time.

In addition, road construction involves large-scale projects. How can we build it when the country has no money, no technology, and no planning except for some people?

This is simply impossible.

Yang Ming looked very calm and said: "It is precisely because of that that changes are needed."

"Mr. Yang, you are right. If these roads were as smooth as the roads in urban areas, this problem would not occur."

In fact, Yang Ming probably calculated it.

From the Yang family in the mid-level villa in Qianshui Bay back to Yang Jirong's hometown, Laolong, Longchuan County, the straight-line distance is more than 200 kilometers, or even less than 300 kilometers.

This distance is not too far.

If there is a direct expressway, Yang Ming knows that it will only be three or four hours away, and he can make it back in time.

but now?

I'm afraid I may not be able to return even in one day.

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

Mr. Zhang and the bodyguards Xie Yan were changing tires.

Yang Ming saw Azhu, Zhong Chuhong and Lin Xiuzhi also getting out of the car.

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

"How are you?"

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

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

In that case, it was pretty good. It took more than an hour to reach the Haojiang River on the opposite side.

After sitting for more than two hours now, they are still in a turbulent state. They feel as if their hearts are about to jump out. It is very uncomfortable.

"Mr. Yang, I'm a little carsick too." Zhong Chuhong said embarrassedly.

"Apply some medicine first."

There are many kinds of mosquito repellent in Xiangjiang, as well as medicines for driving wind, treating vomiting, etc.

This time, when Zhong Chuhong and Azhu followed them out, they brought back medicines such as Tiger Balm and Fengyoujing.

At Yang Ming's reminder, Zhong Chuhong and Ah Zhu used wind-repellent oil and rubbed it on their foreheads and back of their necks respectively. They soon felt better and no longer felt like vomiting like before.

Motion sickness is really uncomfortable.

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

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

"Boss, are you ready to go?"

"lets go."

. . .

Yang Ming and others got into the car and left here again.

Yang Ming didn't know the name of the place he just stayed at. He just saw a scattered and dilapidated house with earthen tiles, surrounded by rugged mountains, and some fields in the distance.

Yang Ming guessed that this place was not very far from Pengcheng. After the wave of smuggling in the 1950s, 1960s, and even the 1970s, 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, this place will definitely not be what it is now.

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

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

After leaving the railway track, start heading towards a mountain fork road.

Along the way, except for the bumpy mountain road, we still saw some dilapidated tile-roofed houses. In addition, we occasionally saw a few nearby villagers looking curiously from a distance.