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

The Sanjiantang production team has no electricity, and there is even less electricity here in Weilongwu.

Usually, at this time, the villagers also go back to their homes early to rest.

tonight.

Weilongwu is very lively here.

For the children of the villagers and even the dogs in the village, today is the most lively day.

The middle-aged people and women in the village have been busy all day. When they start cooking in the afternoon, the smell of the food attracts children and dogs.

Many children have licked their mouths and drooled more than once, asking their families when they can eat?

However, the adults in the family all know that these meals are used to entertain the family of Mr. Yang, a big man who has returned from Xiangjiang. Villagers like them often have one adult in the family, who is also the mainstay of the family, and will attend the meal together as a representative.

In this era, many times, whether it is a dinner party or other important events, women and even children in the family are not allowed to participate.

In addition to explaining the status of these women and children, it also has a lot to do with the special lack of material in this era.

"Amu, when can Ya eat?"

"Maomao, you go home and eat it by yourself."

A child of five or six years old, whose clothes were dirty, was looking at the table in the south hall. His parents had reminded him many times that children, and even women in the village, were not allowed to eat at the table together. Each household may get some of the rest.

"Eminem, I want to eat pork belly."

The Hakka people are particularly famous for their braised pork with pickled vegetables. They usually eat it during special weddings or during the Chinese New Year.

The child had long seen several cousins ​​frying most of the fat pig's pork belly, and he wanted to eat a piece of fat pork belly.

"Maomao, no, you go back first."

said the middle-aged woman next to her.

Maomao didn't want to leave yet, so the middle-aged woman could only whip him and let Maomao go home for dinner. Yang Shuhai came over and said, "Mr. Yang just said that all the women and children of the villagers can eat at the table. However, it is not enough." Food, now you have to continue killing chickens and ducks."

Can women and children in the village also be served on the table?

The middle-aged woman and the child Maomao couldn't believe it after hearing this. In the past few days, they had heard Yang Shuhai tell them thousands of times. When Mr. Yang comes back, they must not be embarrassed, cannot talk nonsense, and cannot be in front of Mr. Yang. If you make unsightly actions in front of you, you can't even eat with Mr. Yang and the others, and don't get close to Mr. Yang.

In the eyes of Yang Shuhai and even these villagers, Mr. Yang seems to be impossible to get close to the sacred big shot.

"Uncle Shuhai, I'm going to help." The middle-aged woman said.

. . .

The women here helped kill chickens and boil hot water, while the middle-aged men there continued cooking.

Yang Ming looked at the sumptuous meal in front of him. In this weather, it might get cold soon.

In addition, Yang Ming was really hungry at the end of the day.

Even though it was coarse rice, Yang Ming picked it up and ate two bowls.

Yang Ming did not eat the meat and vegetables on the table that made the women and children in the village drool.

Not only him, but also Yang Jirong and his wife, Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, Lin Xiuzhi and others did not eat.

"Mr. Yang, the braised pork with pickled vegetables here is really good. It's very authentic. Why don't you eat it?" Mr. Shen picked up a half-fat and thin piece of braised pork with pickled pickled vegetables and asked with his chopsticks.

"Mr. Shen, you can eat."

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and other people with extraordinary status usually rarely eat. Now that they have been accompanying Mr. Yang for a day, they are indeed very hungry.

When Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others were eating there, Yang Ming sighed in his heart.

The poverty in his hometown was far beyond his imagination.

Because there was not enough food to entertain him, the village women who had been busy all day could not come to the table to eat together. As for the children, many people did not take him seriously.

This seems to be normal in the village, even in the commune, and even among the adults in the village. Instead, Yang Ming asked them to sit down and eat together, which seemed very abnormal.

They couldn't understand Mr. Yang's actions and thoughts. In their opinion, when there was not enough food, women and children were the last to eat, which was a traditional habit that lasted for thousands of years.

This is not just the case here, but also in other parts of the country.

"Daddy, how do you like this white rice?" Yang Ming asked with a smile.

When they were in Xiangjiang, they ate the most expensive Siamese fragrant rice imported from Nanyang. They usually ate too much, but it didn't matter. Now Azhu, Zhong Chuhong, and Lin Xiuzhi suddenly eat these rough rice, and they are still a little uncomfortable.

Yang Jirong said: "Peter, we used to be really satisfied with a full bowl of white rice for one meal."

This dinner.

From 19:30 to 20:30 in the evening.

Yang Ming only ate two bowls of white rice, some vegetables, and nothing else.

This was his first meal back at the Sanjiantang production team in his hometown, and it made him realize the poverty and difficulty in his hometown now.

After dinner.

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others were already full.

"Mr. Yang, are you and your parents really not going to stay at the Longchuan Guest House?" Mr. Shen asked again.

"Mr. Shen, I told you that I will stay in my hometown tonight and even during this period."

"Mr. Yang, then we are not good at greeting you, Mr. Xi and Mr. Xi are afraid." Secretary Zhang also said with some worry.

"Don't worry, this has nothing to do with anyone else. It was my decision."

Since Yang Ming said that, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were relieved.

The two were going to have a fight with Yang Jirong and his wife, and then they would take the car back to Longchuan Guest House to stay. They really couldn't live here.

When they were about to leave, Yang Ming asked: "Mr. Shen, does Longchuan Guesthouse have a landline phone number?"

Landline phone?

"Mr. Yang, yes." Mr. Shen said hurriedly. He thought that Mr. Yang suddenly changed his mind and wanted to take a car back to the guest house in Longchuan with them.

"Then I will arrange for my secretary Lin Xiuzhi to go back to the guest house with you."

Lin Xiuzhi still has something to do. She can't live here and needs to talk to Tang Shilian over there in Xiangjiang through a landline phone.

Secretary Lin?

"Mr. Yang, don't worry, I will arrange for Secretary Lin to stay. We will come back from Longchuan Guest House to meet you here tomorrow morning."

Lin Xiuzhi originally wanted to stay with her boss Yang Ming.

Regarding the company, she really needed to contact Tang Shilian in Xiangjiang. Lin Xiuzhi took her things and left with Mr. Shen and others.

Also leaving were more than 20 representatives accompanying Mr. Shen.

When these people left in the car, Yang Ming looked at Azhu and Lin Xiuzhi and asked, "Do you want to follow Lin Xiuzhi to stay at the guest house?"

"Master, I am here with you."

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