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Chapter 239 Respect, come and help me!
When Yang Xingyu and his father came back from visiting the grave, his mother had already prepared lunch. Yang Xingyu's second uncle and third uncle were also waiting in the kitchen to eat.

As for why they are there?
Yang Xingyu heard about it just when he was on his way to visit the grave with his father.

The second uncle and the third uncle came early this morning. They come back every Qingming Festival.

When they came in the morning, they followed Yang Xingyu's father and waited for Yang Xingyu for more than an hour. They originally planned to wait for Yang Xingyu to visit the grave together.

But when no one was there for more than an hour, they were impatient to wait any longer and called Uncle Yang Xingyu to go to the grave together.

When Yang Xingyu drove home today, his second uncle and third uncle were playing with his younger uncle, but they were still used to coming to Yang Xingyu's house for lunch.

When the uncle and nephew met again, the way the second uncle Yang Qingguo looked at Yang Xingyu was obviously different from the last time.

Maybe he had heard that Yang Xingyu was doing well in business and his net worth surpassed him. Anyway, Yang Qingguo finally lost the sense of superiority on his face in front of Yang Xingyu today.

The tone in which he spoke to Yang Xingyu was no longer as condescending as before.

A little more respect.

As for his third uncle, Yang Qingping, he not only respected Yang Xingyu. The moment he saw Yang Xingyu, Yang Qingping's face was filled with smiles, and his words were filled with affection.

This is normal, after all, he now works in Yang Xingyu's decoration company. Recently, he and Liang Ping opened the Yangji Roast Duck franchise store, and Yang Xingyu waived his franchise fee.

That's 12 million.

For wealthy people, 12 is just a small amount of money, but for Yang Qingping, it is a figure that far exceeds his own net worth.

These days, it may not cost 12 to build a beautiful small villa in the countryside.

When several people sit around the table and eat together.

Yang Qingguo curiously asked how much Yang Xingyu was worth now.

In line with the principle of not exposing his wealth, Yang Xingyu only said that it was not much, but the stall was quite large, but in fact it was just cow dung cake with a shiny surface.

He said it modestly, but his third uncle Yang Qingping sold him on the spot, saying that the total franchise fees he had collected recently were at least more than 500 million.

500……

This number not only stunned the second uncle Yang Qingguo, but also the parents of Yang Xingyu.

Especially Yang Xingyu's father, Yang Qingshi, had a complicated expression.

The eyes he glanced at his son frequently showed a bit of strangeness.

Maybe he felt that his son was making a fortune too quickly!

Last summer, when his son decided to start a business and sell roast duck, Yang Qingshi still firmly opposed it, feeling that he had given birth to a prodigal son.

How long has it been since now?
All added up, it only took more than half a year.

That’s enough to make you millions of dollars?

And how much money did he, Yang Qingshi, earn after working hard for most of his life?

Yang Qingshi, who was in a complicated mood, seemed to have suddenly lost interest in the food and wine on the table, lowered his head and lit a cigarette silently.

In contrast, Fang Xiaomei was more surprised than happy. She immediately gave her son a big chicken drumstick. The smile on her face was obviously proud, and her eyes couldn't help but glance at Yang Qingguo and Yang Qingping. , that look seemed to say: How about his second uncle and third uncle?How is my son?Better than your two sons, right?
Yang Qingping doesn't care.

Not only because he had known about Yang Xingyu's current net worth for a long time, but also because Yang Xingyu had become rich and did not forget to help him and his son. He and his son Zhong Xingfei both benefited.

Under this situation, he only hoped that his nephew Yang Xingyu would become more prosperous, so that he and his son could benefit more.

Therefore, he is not jealous of Yang Xingyu's achievements at all.

Only Yang Qingguo noticed her sister-in-law's gaze and couldn't help sighing with emotion. She took the initiative to raise her wine glass and signaled to her sister-in-law, "Sister-in-law! Come! Let me toast you. You have given birth to a good son for our old Yang family. Thank you for raising Xiaoyu to be such an outstanding person. I will definitely toast you with this glass of wine, sister-in-law, I will do it first as a token of respect!"

As he spoke, Yang Qingguo raised his neck and drank all the wine in the glass.

When he spoke again after that, it was always about the past.

Reminiscing with Yang Qingshi and Yang Qingping about the hard days of their childhood.

The atmosphere at the dinner table also changed.

As the three brothers talked, their brotherly love seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.

Yang Xingyu did not interrupt them, smiling and adding wine to their glasses from time to time, and seemed to be listening to their childhood stories with great interest.

This means that when I was a child, when my family was in recession every year, I would never have enough to eat.

That one said that wild vegetables are delicious, but after eating some wild vegetables, I can’t poop out poop.

The other one said that you are stupid. When you were not full, I could eat enough because every time I filled the first bowl of rice with only half a bowl on purpose, after finishing the half bowl as quickly as possible, I could still eat it. Go fill a big bowl.

As he said this, he also laughed at the other people's stubbornness. The first bowl of rice contained so much rice that when he wanted to eat the second bowl, there was no rice in the pot.

and many more.

Reminiscing about hardships and thinking about sweetness, at the end of the conversation, Yang Qingguo began to direct the topic to Yang Xingyu.

He has repeatedly expressed the hope that Yang Xingyu, as the eldest brother, will not only take care of Zhong Xingfei, but also take care of his son Xiaohe.

Yang Xingyu agreed happily.

But in his heart, he knew that he and Meng Xinghe (Xiaohe) couldn't pee in the same pot.

In fact, the two of them have had too little contact since they were young. Even if they are related by blood, the number of contacts is too little, and there is no brotherly relationship at all. …

After the meal, Yang Xingyu sat at home for a while, drank half a cup of tea, and then walked out of the house to the east of the village on the pretext of going for a walk to eat.

Along the way, people greeted him from time to time.

There were also some children he didn't know who stared at him curiously.

Yang Xingyu always feels emotional when he sees these unknown children.

I feel that time flies by so fast and I feel the power of time.

Since he entered high school, he has spent less and less time in the village. He basically doesn't know who has a wife or a child in the village.

Some villagers he was familiar with died, and he rarely knew about them.

He basically doesn't know any children under the age of ten in the village.

Some teenage children looked strange to him.

He is obviously only 25 years old this year. When walking in the village where he grew up, he always feels that things are different and people are different.

25 years old ...

Thinking of his own age, he couldn't help but think of his understanding of different ages when he was young.

He remembered that at that time, those over 18 years old were called big girls, those over 24 or 25 years old and not yet married were called old girls, and unmarried men were also called light bird men.

24. Women who get married before the age of 25 are called sister-in-law or daughter-in-law.

Three to 40 years old are called middle-aged people.

I still remember that at that time, it was common for people in their forties to become grandfathers and grandmothers.

Death at the age of 60 or [-] is also a common phenomenon.

If you live to the age of 70 and are still alive, you will be called "old and immortal" behind your back.

But now that he is 25 years old, he feels that he is still young. If he gets married now, it will be an early marriage.

Along the way, these random thoughts were running through his mind, and not long after, he arrived at the gate of the tiger's house.

The gate of the small courtyard with a fence is made of wooden boards, and the low gate is not locked, it is just ajar.

"Tiger! Tiger, are you at home?"

Yang Xingyu stood in front of the courtyard door and shouted twice inside.

No one in the room responded.

But Tiger's figure soon came out of the main hall door. When he saw Yang Xingyu, Tiger's face showed a smile. He smiled and waved, "Why are you shouting? The courtyard door is not locked. You won't come in by yourself? Come in quickly! You are polite to my house." ?”

Yang Xingyu smiled and then opened the door and went in.

Because Huo Hu's family is a detached house, there are no neighbors competing with them for land, so his yard is very large.

There are also several ridges of vegetable fields in the yard, where some garlic and cabbage are grown.

Yang Xingyu was a little surprised and pointed to the rows of vegetable fields, "Tiger, are you still growing your own vegetables now? Can you do it?"

In his impression, Tiger was good at fighting but had a bad temper and probably lacked the patience to grow vegetables.

Tiger came over, took out half a bag of crumpled white sand, took out one and handed it to Yang Xingyu. He was a little embarrassed when he heard this, "What will I eat if I don't grow vegetables? Drink the wind? It would be better if I can drink the wind, but drink Not full!”

Yang Xingyu waved his hand, "I don't smoke, you can smoke it yourself!"

With that said, Yang Xingyu touched his pocket, took out most of the box of soft Chinese that was used to serve guests, and threw it to the tiger.

"Take it and smoke it!"

Tiger took the cigarette case and was a little surprised, "You don't smoke and you still have a cigarette on you?"

Yang Xingyu smiled and said, "It's just for entertaining others!"

"Then you keep it!"

Tiger said, handing back the cigarette case.

Yang Xingyu didn't answer and pushed it back, "Here you go, take it! I have a few more bags in the car."

Tiger was stunned for a moment, and then he took back the half pack of cigarettes that Yang Xingyu gave him, and said with a complicated smile: "That's right, that's right! I came back from prison a few months ago, and I heard people say that you are doing business now, and the business is still there. You are doing very well, you must have made a fortune, right? I heard that you are driving a Daben now?"

Seeing his lonely look, Yang Xingyu reached out and patted his back, comforting him: "Tiger, each of us may make mistakes. Many times, many things are just a matter of a thought. I heard about you. What did you say?" If you had held back and not taken action, wouldn't your life be different now? But now that you have reached this point, there is no use regretting anything. You can only look forward! Try to make the most of your days. Have a good time, what do you think?"

Tiger smiled wryly and lit a cigarette. He was silent for a moment before sighing: "It's easier said than done! I've been in jail, I have a criminal record, and I can't find a serious job at all. My life is probably over."

Yang Xingyu stared at him for a while, and then suddenly said: "Come over and help me! I can't guarantee anything else, but as long as I have a bite to eat from now on, you won't be hungry! What do you think? Think about it?"

Tiger raised his head and looked at Yang Xingyu in surprise, frowned for a while, and then asked in confusion: "Shall I help you? Xiaoyu, you are doing a serious business, what can I help you with? Can you use me?"

Yang Xingyu smiled.

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