Chapter 288 Bringing Honor to the Family! [2]

Yang Ming has already gotten into the car.

Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, the representatives and the person in charge of Zilin County finally breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, hundreds of thousands of people rushed towards Mr. Yang. They were really afraid that something would happen to Mr. Yang.

If something happened to Mr. Yang here, they knew that even ten or a hundred of them wouldn't be able to afford the compensation.

The spontaneous crowds finally dispersed without any stampede or chaos.

As the motorcade continued through the long streets of Zilin County, the villagers were still crying and shouting Mr. Yang's name behind them.

Yang Ming didn't dare to look back, fearing that he would stop.

The convoy continued to drive forward slowly.

A man won’t shed tears easily!

I don't know when, Yang Ming's tears flowed down his eyes, as if he couldn't wipe them away no matter how hard he tried.

At this time, those voices seemed to come to his ears.

Rivers and mountains are only in my dreams

We haven’t been close to our motherland for many years

But it can't be changed no matter what

my China Heart

. . .

Yangtze River Great Wall Huangshan Yellow River

It weighs a thousand pounds in my heart

anytime, anywhere

As dear as my heart

Yang Ming cried more and more.

Yang Jirong and his wife in the car looked at their son. At this moment, they didn't know how to comfort Yang Ming.

Ever since Yang Ming was in a car accident and fell into coma, or even since his son was in middle school, they had never seen their son cry. They thought that his son had grown up and would never be the same again.

"Peter, my precious son."

Li Yufang took out the handkerchief she was carrying and gently wiped away Yang Ming's tears, and gently held him in her arms to comfort him.

After a few minutes, under the control of Yang Ming's own ability, the tears stopped flowing out, and his eyes were still a little red.

"Daddy, Mommy, this trip back, no matter what price you pay in the future, I think it's worth it."

"Peter, thank you again, Daddy."

When the convoy slowly began to leave the streets of Zilin County, it continued to go north along the highway.

Some of the people behind him continued to follow.

At this time, Yang Ming knew that he could not get out of the car.

If I get off the bus, I will not only have to be held back by them, but also spend a lot of time here. I originally planned to return to my hometown Tuocheng in one day, but I am afraid that I will not be able to go back in two or three days.

Those folks are so enthusiastic.

They were so enthusiastic that Yang Ming didn't know how to respond to them.

Yang Ming was thinking that Li Jiacheng returned home under the same circumstances back then. Li Jiacheng was also welcomed by the villagers in that way. What did Mr. Li think back then?

What was he thinking at the time?

Is it the same as him?

Yang Ming didn't know.

However, Yang Ming knew that Li Jiacheng did make some changes to his hometown after he returned to his hometown. Except for that time, Li Jiacheng never went back again.

What Yang Ming didn't expect was that as one of the four major special economic zones at the same time.

Pengcheng is the most developed and recognized first-tier city and international metropolis, followed by Zhucheng, Xiacheng, and finally Shancheng.

It stands to reason that Shancheng's geographical location is pretty good, and it is also close to the port.

The most important thing is that there are many overseas Chinese and wealthy businessmen in Shancheng. Why were they still not able to develop later?

Yang Ming didn't know.

At this time, he was already thinking that since he promised the villagers, he would do it himself.

However, the environment here in my hometown is simply incomparable to Pengcheng, Zhucheng, Xiacheng, or even Shancheng.

Yang Ming knew that the biggest advantage here was that it was not too far away from Pengcheng or even Xiangjiang. It was much closer than Shancheng.

In other words, even though this place is too remote and mainly mountainous, Yang Ming feels that there is still a chance to develop this area.

While Yang Ming was still thinking, Yang Jirong and his wife did not disturb what their son was thinking.

At this time, the convoy had left Zilin County and entered Kanghe Commune, which was closer to Yang Jirong's hometown and the only way to Longchuan County.

Yang Ming originally thought that he would not encounter more spontaneous people here.

Unexpectedly, the convoy in front suddenly stopped.

In front, thousands more people gathered here waiting for Mr. Yang's motorcade to appear.

When seeing this scene, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were worried that Mr. Yang's itinerary and plans would be affected, and wanted to send people down to disperse these people.

Yang Ming saw the car suddenly stop and asked Chen Zhenhua to go see what was going on?

"Boss, there is another group of spontaneous people in front of you to welcome you. They don't want to do anything, but Mr. Shen and the others want to send people to drive them away."

Send someone to drive them away?

How does this work?

Regardless, these people are our fellow villagers.

Yang Ming hurriedly got out of the car.

When Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were about to send someone to tell those people to leave, Yang Ming hurriedly came over and said: "Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, they are all my fellow villagers, how can you drive them away like that?

"Mr. Yang, we are worried that it will affect your itinerary plan and your safety. So."

Yang Ming didn't say anything.

He went directly to the front and saw many men, women and children who were also wearing ordinary clothes, and some even looked ragged, waiting in the cold wind and light rain.

These people are not only from around Kanghe Commune, but also from other places. They also heard that the richest man in Xiangjiang, Mr. Yang from their hometown, came back to his hometown from Xiangjiang for the first time.

So, they also wanted to come and see.

At this time, they saw many small cars appearing on the road, and they thought that it must be Mr. Yang and others who came, and they seemed very excited.

Tens of thousands of people were shouting there.

"Mr. Yang is back!"

"Welcome Mr. Yang home!"

. . .

Except for not hanging banners, these people's welcome and enthusiasm for Mr. Yang's return were no less than those of the people in Ziyi County just now.

They stood on both sides of the road, some even stood in the fields, and some stood on the trees. They just watched and shouted, as if they really saw Yang Ming.

Yang Ming wanted to go over, but when he saw this scene, he sighed again in his heart.

There are so many people like this in the country.

He knew that it was not something he could solve, but only one person.

That was the old gentleman far away in Yanjing.

In the final analysis, the promise he made to those hundreds of thousands of people was based on the foundation and support of the old gentleman. Otherwise, no matter how rich he was and how many investment opportunities he had, what could he do?

There was only one person who could really change the fate of these people.

That was the old gentleman.

Yang Ming had already been in the limelight just now.

Why should he be in the limelight again?

Thinking of this, he really had to admire Li Jiacheng's strength.

Li Jiacheng was cautious by nature, and every step he took had his plan. The other party seemed to be very clear about what to do and what not to do.

On the contrary, Yang Ming's performance just now seemed a bit youthful and vigorous. However, Yang Ming knew that he did not regret it. He did it from the bottom of his heart.

Just as he thought, no matter what the cost, he must at least let the people in his hometown solve the problem of food and clothing first.

Seeing Yang Ming turn around and get on the car without going to the crowd, Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others breathed a sigh of relief.

They did not dare to really drive away the people who were welcoming Mr. Yang back.

These people were Mr. Yang's fellow villagers.

Driving away the fellow villagers who came to greet him like that would be a disrespect to Mr. Yang!

When Yang Ming got on the car, Yang Jirong and his wife thought that Yang Ming would say a few words to those fellow villagers as he did just now, but in the end, they saw that Yang Ming was back.

"Peter, what did you just do?"

"Daddy, Mommy, no matter how much you say, it's better to do it. If I can't fulfill my promise, it will not only violate my conscience, but also make them feel sorry."

"Peter, you're right. It's better to do it than to say it."

At this moment, Yang Jirong and his wife felt that their son suddenly seemed to have matured a lot.

When the motorcade slowly passed the crowd, the crowd was still unable to see which person in which car was Mr. Yang who they were welcoming here.

They didn't see Mr. Yang, but Yang Ming saw them here.

Yang Ming remembered these pale and thin faces, the look of expectation, and the look in their eyes.

He will remember it for the rest of his life.

The motorcade continued to go north.

On the way, they met the villagers who welcomed them from time to time.

These villagers came spontaneously after hearing the news.

In the end, Yang Ming didn't stop the car and went down to visit them.

It's not that he didn't want to, but he knew he couldn't.

After passing Huangcun Commune, continuing north is Yetan Commune.

At this time, it was getting closer and closer to Longchuan County, Yang Jirong's hometown.

"Dad, according to the map and information, we are getting closer and closer to our hometown."

In Yang Ming's view, Ziyin County is already his hometown.

After hearing this, Yang Jirong was also very excited, looking out the window from time to time.

His hometown, Longchuan County.

Yang Jirong, a wanderer who has been away for more than 20 years, is finally back now.

As he got closer and closer to Longchuan County, Yang Jirong felt his heartbeat speeding up. His wife Li Yufang seemed to feel something was wrong with him and shook his hand to comfort him.

Passing Yetan Commune.

The convoy in front has stopped.

It is really impossible to drive through, mainly because in front, I don't know if there are thousands, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of people coming.

A dense crowd.

"Crackle!"

At this time, the sound of firecrackers suddenly rang out.

Chen Zhenhua was still a little nervous.

Yang Ming knew that the folks in Longchuan County had come here in advance to wait.

They even came ten kilometers in advance to greet him. They brought many firecrackers. When they saw Mr. Yang's motorcade getting closer and closer, more and more firecrackers were set off around them.

"Crackle!"

"Boom!" The sound of even louder firecrackers like thunder rang out.

. . .

It was still cold outside and drizzling.

Amid the sound of firecrackers, the smoke and cold air from the firecrackers formed a larger fog.

"Mr. Yang, you can't get through. Your fellow villagers are welcoming you ten kilometers in advance." Mr. Shen went over.

At this moment.

Yang Ming knew that he might not be able to get down.

Yang Ming took his father with him.

Get out of the Rolls-Royce.

He has seen fellow villagers who really have some relationship with him here.

These people are all from Longchuan County, but some may be from the county town, some may live in the commune or production team, and some may even come from other surrounding counties.

"Mr. Yang is here."

When Yang Ming and Yang Jirong appeared, these people recognized them.

Why did they recognize them?

Even though Yang Jirong went to Hong Kong in his early years and became rich and powerful, his face looked different, but his race still came from here.

That is to say, no matter where the Hakka people, or even the descendants of Yan and Huang, immigrated to, even if they were affected by the environment outside, their races were the same, and their faces were different.

What's more, when these people came, Longchuan County had a population of more than 600,000, and they had already heard about it.

That is, in the history of their Longchuan County, a real tycoon was born!

That is the son of Mr. Yang Jirong from the Sanjiaotang Production Team of Laolong Commune, Longchuan County. Yang Jirong went to Hong Kong to develop, and now Yang Jirong's son, Mr. Yang, is already the richest man in Hong Kong, and even among Chinese.

Compared with villagers in other places, villagers in Longchuan County know Mr. Yang's situation better.

Mr. Yang not only swallowed up many British foreign companies in Hong Kong and became a Chinese businessman in Hong Kong, but was also invited to Yanjing to attend the National Day ceremony during the National Day in October.

Now, this time, Mr. Yang and his parents returned to their hometown to worship their ancestors for the first time.

As Mr. Yang's fellow villagers, they felt extremely proud and honored.

After they knew about it, many people, whether the person in charge of Longchuan County, the heads of major communes, or the villagers below, spontaneously did a lot of things.

Those who have money contributed money!

Those who have strength contributed strength!

Including preparing banners to welcome, buying firecrackers, etc.

In order to welcome Mr. Yang's family, they even came to Yetan Commune to welcome Mr. Yang in advance ten kilometers yesterday.

When Mr. Yang's motorcade slowly came over, they knew that Mr. Yang was really back.

"Dongdong!"

"Dongdongqiang, Dongdelongdong!"

...

The sound of beating gongs and drums.

"Crackle!"

"Boom!"

...

The sound of setting off firecrackers.

"Mr. Yang is back!"

...

Shouting.

People holding banners.

They were all welcoming Mr. Yang and looking forward to seeing Mr. Yang.

When they saw Yang Jirong and his son appear, they knew that these two people were Yang Jirong and Yang Ming.

"Mr. Yang, Longchuan welcomes you back very much."

They came to greet them in person.

In addition to the person in charge of Longchuan County, there were also the person in charge of Laolong Commune and the elderly representatives of the ancestors of the Yang family in Longchuan County.

They looked at Yang Ming and Yang Jirong excitedly.

They put on the red cloth towels prepared in advance and presented them to Yang Ming and Yang Jirong, and gave them the flowers they prepared.

Yang Ming didn't understand these customs.

When Yang Jirong saw them, he was really excited, on the ground filled with white smoke and the smell of firecrackers.

When he shook hands with them and spoke in Hakka, he hugged almost every one of them.

"I'm really interested in you." Mr. Yang looked at them and said.

"Mr. Yang, your identity is different from ours, but no matter where you are, you have always been our Hakka." They looked at Yang Ming and said.

They were both respectful and enthusiastic about Yang Ming.

Because of Yang Ming's identity, they also had some concerns and had to be more polite.

On the contrary, when facing Yang Jirong, they had to be more casual.

"As my father told me, let me remember that no matter where I am, I am a Hakka. Here, I want to tell everyone that no matter where I am, I am not only a Hakka, but I also have the blood of the descendants of Yan and Huang flowing in my body, which makes me unable to forget that I will always be a Chinese."

At this time, when these people looked at Mr. Yang, they began to look up to him.

Mr. Yang, who was young, fought against the British foreign companies and became the richest man in Hong Kong. Could he be an ordinary person?

Yang Ming and the representatives of the fellow villagers present shook hands one by one, thanking them for braving the cold wind and drizzle to welcome them.

"Mr. Yang, you are the only giant businessman in our Longchuan County for more than 2,000 years. No matter what, you are the pride and glory of our Longchuan and our Longchuan Yang family."

"Mr. Yang, please drink this glass of wine."

An old man handed Yang Ming a glass of turbid Hakka rice wine.

Yang Ming did not hesitate, took it and drank it in one gulp. In addition to feeling the sweetness at the corners of his mouth, he felt a strong heat in his body and stomach.

. . .

At this moment, Yang Ming and his father, who was already in tears, got on the car again. The crowd on the road in front of them slowly dispersed to both sides, and the motorcade was moving slowly.

Yang Ming could feel their enthusiasm, their expectations, and even their enthusiasm for Yang Ming's first return from the bottom of their hearts.

This enthusiasm cannot be concealed or pretended by anything.

For them, Mr. Yang is not only the richest man in Hong Kong, but also the richest man in Hong Kong. He also represents a kind of spirit, pride and glory of the people of Longchuan.

In Longchuan, there is not only Mr. Yang as a wealthy businessman from beginning to end. There are also many wealthy businessmen who go to Hong Kong and even overseas in Southeast Asia. However, Mr. Yang is the first one who can make a name for himself like Mr. Yang now.

The motorcade slowly went north.

Yang Ming thought that the road ahead was still a difficult mud road, and it was still very difficult to walk. Yang Ming did not expect it.

Now the road is not a mud road, nor a hardened cement road.

This is clearly a flat stone road covered with stones.

How did this happen?

Yang Ming didn't know, he guessed that it must be the same as those people in Longchuan County who welcomed him back. They must have made it day and night in the past few days.

No wonder, when Yang Ming shook hands with some villagers just now, he felt that their hands were a little rough, and there were new scars on the palms and even arms. If they were not in a hurry to make this stone road, how did they get their scars?

When thinking of this, Yang Ming's eyes turned red again.

Although he tried hard to control his emotions, his eyes couldn't help but shed tears.

At this moment, he once again felt the warmth brought to him by his hometown.

He finally understood why his father always wanted to come back, and why he cried like that when he learned that he was coming back?

"Peter." Li Yufang looked at her baby son.

She was in the car just now and didn't get off.

She could also feel the welcome of the villagers in Longchuan County for the return of Yang Jirong and his son.

"Mommy, I will give them back tenfold for their efforts."

. . .

This nearly ten-kilometer mud road turned out to be in tatters.

In the past, when it rained, it was easy to get stuck in the mud.

In order to rush the work and wait for Mr. Yang to come back, hundreds of thousands of people in Longchuan County, and even the surrounding villagers, spent two or three days to finally pave this stone road of more than ten kilometers.

How did they do it?

Yang Ming really couldn't believe it.

What kind of power prompted them to do it?

Could it be that Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang and others told them to do so?

It seemed impossible to Yang Ming.

If that was the case, why wait until today!

Yang Ming was in the car, looking at the villagers outside who were waving and calling his name, and looking at the smooth stone road paved by these hundreds of thousands of villagers who worked day and night.

He didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.

No matter when and where

The same love in the heart

The blood flowing in the heart

The voice of China is surging

Even if you are born in a foreign land, it cannot be changed

He was not born here, nor did he grow up here, but at this moment, Yang Ming really felt that he seemed to be born here, grew up here, and the blood flowing in his body came from here.

. . .

Yang Ming felt his blood surging, and he felt that he didn't know how to face them.

He didn't dare to make any promises to these folks who welcomed him so much, because he was afraid that he would not be able to do it, or even afraid that he would change in the future, become different from now, and eventually let these folks disappoint him.

Perhaps, these people came to greet, from beginning to end, from the heart, they did not expect anything else, but just felt that Mr. Yang was the richest man in Hong Kong, the richest Chinese, and his influence was growing, so he was the pride of their Longchuan County and even the Yang family.

They welcomed Yang Ming from the bottom of their hearts, and never asked Yang Ming for anything from beginning to end.

However, Yang Ming knew that if he did that, he would feel that he owed them.

Along the way, there were sounds of gongs and drums behind him.

Along the way, firecrackers were set off non-stop.

Along the way, the villagers from Longchuan County were here to welcome him.

The ten-kilometer road was not very long.

However, it took more than two hours to drive.

Yang Ming didn't know how long these villagers who were dressed in rags and even braved the cold and drizzle to welcome him had been waiting here.

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