Chapter 470 Returning Home

When I got home, I changed into a tacky outfit. I didn't need to be handsome, I just needed to be warm.

While sitting on the field basking in the sun, the sky suddenly became overcast. Ding Yong happened to push a stroller over for a walk, and then said: "Isn't it going to snow?"

"The weather forecast didn't say it was going to snow, right?"

He brought a stool to Ding Yong. As soon as the old man sat down, snowflakes started to fall. Zhang Haonan laughed and said, "The weather forecast is useless."

There were walnuts in the nut plate. Knowing that Ding Yong liked to eat them, Zhang Haonan directly took them and pinched them, making a rattling sound, which made Ding Yong who was holding the tongs extremely speechless.

"You are really strong."

"Haodong is even stronger."

He picked out the walnut kernels and put them away for Ding Yong. Ding Yong simply stopped taking the tongs and waited to eat the ready-made ones.

His son was a little thin, but he was still in good spirits and could kick around in the stroller. However, it was snowing, so Ding Yong quickly called his wife and asked her to drive over to pick up the child.

They just got through and just complained. The eldest sister of the Miao family kept complaining about the old guy who always knew how to show his eyes. Is it great to have a son?

Not to mention, Ding Yong went to the Finance Bureau for a dinner, and this incident really stimulated many old colleagues who wanted their son to go crazy.

He had a son in his old age, and he was very lucky to have a baby. He saved more than 20 million, all ready to buy some shares of Zhang Haonan's new companies for his son.

For example, Zhang Haonan agreed to hold 0.5% of the shares of "Clicking Chat". However, Ding Yong was too busy this year and had no time to deal with this. It was still early for "Clicking Chat" to be listed. Anyway, the only thing that was anxious was Jiankang Municipal Government.

The Jiankang Municipal Government is really afraid that the "Clicking Chats" will suddenly migrate to Songjiang or Bao'an, which is why even the issue of "welfare housing" is left to the "Clicking Chats" quietly.

Moreover, there are indeed many achievements in electronic entertainment and software development.

"Cangli Kacha" has a dedicated software development team. In addition to the profitable warehouse management software and drawing software, because the expert team of mathematics majors is deep, it has also taken on a big job, ticketing software in cooperation with the Department of Transportation. However, it was not developed independently. HKUST and Jiankang Information Engineering were both involved, but Liangjiang University of Technology did not make the trip.

Therefore, the matter of going public is indeed not a boast. Of course, Zhang Haonan himself is not short of money and does not need financing. This thing is to give the Jiankang Municipal Government a face, and by the way, it can bring some political achievements and dividends to certain units.

The situation is similar to that of "Jinqiao Computer", but more complicated than "Jinqiao Computer".

But overall, if there are now 0.5 "偁婽卡哩" shares, in the future the Jiankang Municipal Government will promote it, and at least it will be a multi-millionaire.

Ding Yong knew what he was doing, so he wasn't in a hurry. Anyway, following Zhang Haonan, he was not afraid of losing his teeth when he got old and couldn't eat braised pork.

There was a reunion dinner at noon, so he came over early to take a look around, and by the way, he made an eye mask to show his son to his peers.

Unexpectedly, it started to snow. If his son was frozen, the old man would probably have a cerebral hemorrhage.

Zhao Feiyan had already made tea and was waiting for the guests. As he was talking, he brought out a cup of tea. Ding Yong took a sip and heard the phone ringing. After the call was answered, it was his wife who said angrily. A "I'm coming".

Ding Yong hung up the phone angrily, and suddenly his phone rang again. Ding Yong was startled, but found out that it was Zhang Haonan's.

"Zhang Nan, the old woman is not at her parents' house. My father-in-law said he couldn't go there!"

On the phone, Wu Chenglin, who sounded anxious, was a little nervous, "Her tricycle is not here either!"

"Grandpa, don't be anxious. There are many people here. I'll find a few people to go out. You go to the cafeteria and wait for my news."

"Shall I go out with you to look for it?!"

"Don't worry, I'll call Uncle Naobu. Don't worry, the old man won't be far away. As long as he's still in Shacheng, he can be found."

Zhang Haonan's voice seemed to have magic power, calming Wu Chenglin's anxious heart on the other end of the phone.

Here, Ding Yong also looked nervous. After hanging up the phone, he asked: "What's going on?"

"Waiting for the reunion dinner, Mr. Ding, you will host it. There is an elder in the west who has something to do. I will go and solve it."

Afterwards, Zhang Haonan got up and put on a more relaxed outfit, put on a military coat and an old-fashioned military hat and walked out.

After making two phone calls, Zhang Haocheng came to the village road behind, gnawing on a chicken leg and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Go to Jiefangwei."

Zhang Haonan said.

Not far away, Zhang Zhicai, who had just finished unloading the goods, wiped his sweat and walked over holding a glass teacup, "Liugan River? We are almost at the farm."

"Just going to the farm."

"What are you doing?"

"What are you doing looking for someone? Let Ding Kuishan take someone to the dock and warehouse to have a look. That's it, let's set off."

As soon as Zhang Haonan left, Wu Chenglin rode a motorcycle on the village road and suddenly arrived at the big canteen. At this time, there were already a lot of people, all from "Shacheng Food". The reunion dinner was crowded and lively, and fireworks were set off from time to time. We were also chatting, mostly because the parents were worried about their children's grades and so on.

When Wu Chenglin arrived, he heard an old man shouting: "Chenglin, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, how can I wear this face?"

Wu Chenglin came in, put his hat on the table, and sighed: "The old woman got up early and said she was going back to her parents' house to have a look. But I just turned around and found that the tricycle was not at home either. My husband's family called me and said that the old woman didn't go at all."

Several old men hurriedly pulled him to sit down, and tea and water were immediately served. Zhang Gangqian, who came after hearing the news, handed a cigarette to Wu Chenglin, and then said, "It can't be related to Lao San's parents, right?"

"I am the parents!"

Bang!

The furious Wu Chenglin slammed the table and shouted.

"Don't be anxious, I'm talking to you about business."

Zhang Gangqian knew that Wu Chenglin was anxious now, but he didn't take it as a surprise. Instead, he said seriously, "Lao San, this young man, has always been good. I don't think it's possible for him to run away with his parents. But, for him to immediately accept that he is not your biological son, Chenglin, I think... It's also unlikely. There won't be too many young men as tough as our Zhang Nan."

Pop, pop...

Several old men were silent, smoking with Wu Chenglin.

"If I had known, I should have told him the truth a long time ago..."

"Hey, what's the point of saying this kind of nonsense now?"

Zhang Gangqian interrupted Wu Chenglin. Seeing his old eyes red, he was also quite sad. He didn't even frown on the battlefield, but how can I say this kind of thing? The more helpless and weak he was, the more uncomfortable he felt.

"Does Zhang Nan know?"

"He said he came to look for me."

"Then it's not a big problem. Don't worry."

After drinking some tea, Wu Chenglin saw that the snow outside was getting heavier. He became anxious again. He looked outside restlessly. When his cell phone rang, he answered it immediately. When he heard that it was his eldest son talking about the New Year's Eve dinner, he yelled and hung up immediately. He didn't want to listen.

After a while, Zhang Zhibing came in jogging in his police uniform, and then he kept patting the snowflakes on his body, stamping his feet and said, "Damn it, it snowed heavily halfway through the drive, didn't the weather forecast say it wouldn't snow?"

"A Bing, did Zhang Nan call you?"

"He contacted Zhang Wu and asked me to come over for dinner. What? What happened?"

Zhang Zhibing saw that everyone around him was far away from the old men, and saw Wu Chenglin was also there, with red eyes, so he came over to ask Wu Chenglin: "Uncle, what happened?"

"The old woman should have gone out to look for Ah San."

With just this sentence, Zhang Zhibing understood, and then said, "I'll contact Zhang Nan and go over to help look for someone."

The women of the family not far away also chatted, and naturally talked about Wu Chenglin and his youngest son Wu Yiming.

"Uncle Wu's life was not easy."

"That's for sure. He was young when he took Wu Yiming home."

An old lady wearing an apron was cutting gauze. When making wonton fillings at night, she had to squeeze out the water from the shredded vegetables. Now she made gauze bags in advance so that she could save effort when she was busy.

"He used to carry loads in the kiln factory. It was so hard. The clay embryos of more than 200 kilograms were all made by hand. There were no machines like now. Wu Yiming was well-fed when he was young. Few people in the team had eaten milk paste."

The old lady was nagging, but she was also emotional. "Chenglin is really good. Wu Yiming, the young man, is not bad either. He always does whatever his father does. He is obedient and sensible, but he is not very good at studying."

"I don't think I saw Wu Yiming in the twelfth lunar month."

"That's normal."

Squinting The old lady carefully cut off the thread, then put down the work in her hands, put one hand on the round table, and supported her thigh with the other hand, "If I knew that I was not my parents' biological child, I would not be able to bear it. Wu Laosan is so well-behaved and filial, and his family has always been harmonious. Now he is helping Zhang Nan with work. I don't know how many years of good life will come after him. If you want to blame someone, you should blame Wu Laosan's biological parents. They are not good people at all, just Zongsang (beasts)..."

The old lady who rarely cursed could not help cursing at this moment.

Come to think of it, it is also true. He did not look for his relatives early and did not recognize his relatives later. Wu Chenglin became the acting mayor, and then Wu Yiming also had a successful career. Suddenly, it seemed like he fell from the sky and appeared directly.

If you say that he has a conscience, the old lady in her 80s does not believe it at all.

Looking at the snow outside that suddenly got heavier, the old lady suddenly said: "Call Cai Yong to ask if the old coffin came here by bicycle again."

"I brought my cell phone. I have Cai Cuncheng's phone number."

Just as she was about to make a call, she saw Cai Daxia walking in wearing a down jacket and a thick hat.

"Chenglin, your third child has been found. Zhang Nan just called me and told me to come over and tell me something."

As soon as Cai Daxia sat down, a middle-aged woman in an apron brought him a cup of steaming Biluochun, and then he continued, "Your wife is here too."

"So fast?!"

An old man on the side was stunned.

"Zhang Wu said hello to the farm police station, and the joint defense team is looking for him in the east of Jiefangwei."

"I'm going to Liugan River!"

Wu Chenglin was about to get up, but Cai Daxia stopped him, "Zhang Nan said that he would send you back later, so you don't have to go over there."

"I..."

"You can't trust others, but you can't trust my grandson?"

Cai Daxia's words made Wu Chenglin endure it and sit back in his seat.

Not far away, the old lady sighed: "That's why the old saying goes, every family has its own problems, and it makes sense."

At this time, Zhang Haonan was actually still in the car, and he didn't see Wu Yiming and his mother with his own eyes.

However, the people from the farm police station had already seen people at the street market entrance here.

This place used to be a river market. To the north is the Farm River, and to the west is the Liugan River. In the early years, when boats came here, boatmen could find some places to fill their stomachs.

There was a one-eyed man who made a very famous mutton soup. Because he also slaughtered cattle part-time, his wages were usually paid with cattle offal, so the beef offal soup he made was also very solid.

His craftsmanship was not very good, but the ingredients were solid. People who did heavy physical labor in the past often came to eat a bowl of it, even if they went as far as Yushan.

The ingredients were sufficient, and for the early years, this was the best.

"One-eyed" has become a unique memory for people of a certain age group.

If people in their fifties or sixties say they go to "One-eyed" to eat soup, it is probably either a bowl of mutton soup full of garlic leaves or a bowl of beef offal soup with chopped green onions for free.

Wu Yiming's fond memories of childhood may not remember how Wu Chenglin worked brick by brick to exchange for milk powder, but Wu Chenglin put him on his shoulders and took a small boat to "One-Eye" to drink mutton soup, which is a taste he can never forget.

There are not many places where he can hide.

Zhang Haonan can probably guess where he is, because Wu Yiming did find him here on the farm before his rebirth, and then Zhang Haonan also ate a bowl of mutton soup.

What should have happened a few years later was staged in advance. The only difference is that the younger Wu Yiming has a weaker psychological endurance.

Zhang Haonan can guess, and his mother can only guess more accurately.

It's about 30 kilometers from Wujiadai to here. The woman who is almost 60 years old pedaled a tricycle from sunny weather to heavy snow.

When Zhang Haonan arrived, Wu Yiming was like a headless fly, with his hands in his sleeves and a cigarette in his mouth, wandering like a ghost outside the shop of "One-Eye".

Zhang Haocheng was about to approach, but was stopped by Zhang Haonan: "Zhang Cheng, don't go over yet."

The farm at this time was far from being as convenient as it would be 20 years later. Even the main road was just a gravel road with two lanes at most. The road heading northwest was even more bumpy with visible potholes.

The woman wrapped in a green scarf and slowly pedaling a tricycle arrived at the street entrance. She seemed to be relieved, got off the tricycle slowly, and then pushed the tricycle forward. Just across the street, she looked at Wu Yiming who was walking in circles with his head down, pulled down the scarf covering his mouth and nose, and said with a smile and panting: "Asan, what are you still doing outside during the New Year?"

At that moment, Wu Yiming was like a sculpture, motionless in the falling snow, looking at the panting old woman across the street in astonishment.

"Mom!"