20 years of restarting life

Chapter 1291 The face
For the people of the entire mountain city, it is the Chinese New Year to visit relatives, and there is a common topic of discussion and debate at the wine table and after dinner.

Some insightful people say that the price given to those who got rich first is really too low, it is simply robbing.

Some wise people disdain to refute that you bought a pot for six or seven yuan, and sold it as scrap iron for two to three cents, but the pot is still the same pot, can it be the same?

Some experts from the perspective of regional economic group competition for hegemony raised their arms and shouted that the city should give these enterprises to those outstanding entrepreneurs for nothing.

The more money the city asks for, the heavier the burden on these enterprises after acquiring the assets, the more unfavorable it is for them to travel lightly and compete for the national or even world market.

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On the morning of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Ye Pingbai and his wife, Ye Pingju and his wife, Ye Zi, Ye Ying, and the four old people's full-time doctors, nurses, and drivers came to the Peach Blossom Lake Scenic Area.

Then take a boat to Wenjia Village and hold a banquet at the new village department of Wenjia Village.

The new village department of Wenjia Village and the village nursing home, as well as the new house of Wen Ye's family and Lu Feifei's villa, are all located on the hillside of Xiucai Mountain.

And from that height to the lake one mile away, there is the southern slope of Xiucai Mountain. The lush green forests meander all the way to the lake, and the scenery is beautiful.

This hill didn't have a name at first, but in order to be a scenic spot, it has a more pleasing name.

In this autumn, Wen Ye's new house had already been built, but the mountainside was deserted at night, making it look too lonely.

Wen Ye has already spent money to buy the old village department. The location of the old village department is at the entrance of Wenjia Village. It is located on a relatively high mountainside. Passing by in front of the gate, standing on the road at the gate, you can see sixty or seventy families in most of the village at a glance.

And the closest ones are less than 100 meters away.

So Grandma Wen Ye has been reluctant to move, and Wen Ye has not been reluctant.

Because Wen Ye had explained grandma's intentions to the village before, after Ye Pingbai and his party arrived at Xiucai Mountain in the east, they didn't come here to make people feel suspicious.

Grandma Wen Ye was basking in the sun, while Zhao Changan and Wen Ye sat by the side washing and choosing vegetables, preparing the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner.

At noon, the three of them ordered a pot of handmade noodles. Under Wen Ye's guidance, Zhao Changan hit the dough with a tiger fist 99 times, and then mixed it with mushrooms, eggs, and dried shrimps to make a pot of peerless noodles.

"I was poor back then, but my heart was not tired,—"

Grandma Wen Ye's childhood memories have been forgotten except for some relatively profound scenes, including things in school when she was young, which may also be forgotten.

However, for the large-scale production of the year, remembering the bitterness and thinking about the sweetness, the big pot of rice, the big collective, talked about it happily, and talked about it happily.

Zhao Changan and Wen Ye listened and commented while chatting.

For example, people are hungry, but the grain depot in the village has a lock on the wooden door, and there is no one on duty at night, but people would rather go hungry than mess around. People are so self-conscious.

Wen Ye and Zhao Changan looked at each other, and Zhao Changan purposely said with a yearning expression, "If you don't pick up things on the road, and don't close your house at night, people's hearts are not ancient!"

Grandma Wen Ye laughed straight when she heard it.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Chang'an received a call from his mother, asking if he had a classmate named Yu Yingming.

Zhao Changan was baffled and said that there was such a classmate, but he couldn't remember clearly, why did he suddenly mention this matter?

Then Zhang Lishan asked again: "They said that you know acupuncture and moxibustion, can you revitalize a vegetative state?"

"Mom, do you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it. They also showed me a newspaper. It's a small newspaper from an unknown place whose name is not easy to remember. My dad knew about it. It said that it was a man named Zhao Changan who used silver needles for acupuncture. , and revived a vegetative person."

"Those qigong masters can still pick things up from the air in the newspapers, and fight cattle across mountains."

"That's right. I said they were wrong. They knelt in our house and couldn't get up. After persuading me for a long time, I told you to go over and have a look when you came back before they left."

"Is it empty-handed?"

"We have something, but we didn't take it."

"That's right, Mom, this Yu Yingming, you may be a nobleman who forgets about things and only cares about work. Do you remember those gangsters who made trouble downstairs in summer,—"

Zhao Changan hung up the phone, his expression was not very good, if a person is shameless, he is invincible, and they still have the door of his house?
"I asked Zhang Xiubing to find a few people to deal with it. It was just a verbal warning."

Wen Ye suggested: "Just look for the brother in the street where they live, otherwise these two old things will make your family sick to death with the moral banner of saving their son."

"What the hell, where's their face? Are their faces made of butts!"

Zhao Changan cursed angrily, not to mention disgusting him in the future, even now he is almost disgusted to death.

At this time, he suddenly understood Wen Ye's persistence all the time, why he used Qian Xiaoyong, Tang Xihan, Sun Le, Zhang Xiubing and other street thugs.

Under the sun, there must always be some room for the shadows to survive, because sometimes you have to take a little shade to reconcile the heat of the sun.

Just like this matter, if it is not tempered with a little darkness, this pair of old things can disgust Zhao Changan and his parents to death.

Not to be rescued is cold-blooded and ruthless, with a small stomach and small intestines, who will not be rescued when he sees death, and regards human life as nothing.

If he pinched his nose and made a move, Zhao Changan would have to go back to the Pearl-Shancheng at least every half a month.

If it doesn't work, it's doing it on purpose, hypocrisy, and viciously piercing Yu Yingming with needles.

Even Yu Yingming's parents can sue Zhao Chang'an for practicing medicine illegally and harming their son, demanding huge compensation.

If he is saved, tell me what happened to Zhao Changan?

He wished he could kill Yu Yingming, and even went to waste time and effort to save him. He was insane, but he was still hungry!

In a word, does he owe them? He owes him horses!
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At this time, in the sunlight at the gate, two beautiful women appeared, one was overpowering, the other was soft and gentle, so pitiful and pitiful.

Ye Zi, Ye Ying.

Both women held presents in their hands.

"Special!"

Now it was Wen Ye's turn to change color, but he couldn't hold back and burst into foul language.

Originally, I wanted to have a more relaxed and happy New Year, but it turned out that the uninvited Ye family was disgusting.

How does this not upset him.

"Don't be like this, the people who come here are all customers, and they are our partners. It's a big Chinese New Year, so be happy and auspicious!"

Zhao Chang'an comforted Wen Ye, stood up and said with a smile, "Welcome Zhuo Zi's shareholder, Xiao Zi, to come to our place as a guest. It's so radiant!"

In a word, it sets the tone.

(End of this chapter)