Rebirth of the Powerful

Chapter 39 The Distant Hometown

Chapter 39 The Distant Hometown

Xia Xiaoluo once again shamelessly "quoted" a business philosopher who said: "Businessmen need to straighten out their relationship with the government. The government is inseparable and unreliable for businessmen. You must listen to the party and follow the government's requirements. As long as you do what the government requires, you will have no trouble. The reason why you are in trouble now is because you have not followed the government's requirements. It is like the relationship between a child and his parents. You always climb trees on walls and break doors. Suo, it's no wonder your parents don't spank you."

When Wang Dali heard it, he felt that it made sense. He thought, if he wants to do business on his own in the future, he should consult this bastard more. This kid is much smarter than his stinky father Xia Jindong.

Xia Xiaoluo pointed to the newspaper and said, "This newspaper is from May. A few months ago, the party and the government have already sounded the alarm. You still commit crimes against the wind and hit the gun! Who is to blame?"

At a quarter past four, the car arrived late, and the two boarded the car smoothly and headed towards Dahe Township.

At that time, the county-level roads were in poor condition, full of potholes, and the car bumped all the way, like a roller coaster, Xia Xiaoluo almost jumped out of the road.

Wang Dali is used to it, but he has always been worried that the police will suddenly check the car. At that time, "strike hard" was popular, and Wang Dali and others were always in panic.

After several hours of driving on the bumpy road, the car finally arrived in Dahe Township.

The township government of Dahe Township is located on a street about 200 meters long. There are some simple stores on both sides. There are barber shops, braised vegetables shops, clothing stores, tailor shops, grain and oil stores and other stores that are necessary for residents' daily life. It can be said that the sparrow is small and complete.

The car stopped here, got out of the car, they found another agricultural tricycle, gave the master one yuan, and asked him to drive to the old Xiazhuang.

The sky has darkened, the heat of summer subsides, and a blue full moon hangs in the west. Under the soft moonlight, the open and flat fields are like a green carpet.

Waist-deep corn seedlings were blown by the night wind, swaying their leaves, and waving to the guests from afar. Crickets, crickets and other unknown insects chirped lively, competing with the frogs in the roadside pond. Songs are interwoven into a symphony full of vitality in midsummer.

Xia Xiaoluo couldn't remember how long he hadn't been back to his hometown. In his life before his rebirth, after he started working, he only went back to Luoshui County to visit his parents at most, but he seldom went back to his hometown in Dahe Township.

Speaking of which, the old Xiazhuang in Dahe Township brought him a lot of joy, and he has many good memories of his childhood here, not to mention going down the river with a few children in the village to catch fish and shrimp, or climbing trees to dig out bird nests. In snowy days, I led the hounds and chased the rabbits, but I said that there are many good memories in the "green gauze tent" that lasts for days and days.

The half-cooked corn has a tempting fragrance, which can be eaten raw, and it will leave a lasting fragrance on the lips and teeth; the green soybeans are best burned, they are fragrant and chewy; When it comes out, it's hot.

After a while, they arrived at the entrance of the old Xiazhuang village. Xia Xiaoluo paid the money, and Wang Dali wanted to pay, but Xia Xiaoluo is also considered a rich man now, and it is not polite to take the initiative to spend money, it is to experience the refreshing feeling of consumption.

In his previous life, he was a hard-working wage earner, and he had never spent money happily.

When Wang Dali saw that there was a thick stack of banknotes in his wallet, his eyes were straightened, and he thought, could it be that his brother-in-law got rich?

Seeing Xia Xiaoluo's serious face, she didn't dare to ask more questions.

Needless to say, Xia Xiaoluo enjoyed his surprised gaze very much.

There are about [-] households in Old Xiazhuang. The village is very large. It takes more than ten minutes to walk from the east end of the village to the west end of the village. There are two common surnames in the village. Liu, different old ancestors.

The Xia surname is more powerful than the Liu surname in the village. The village chief Xia Jinzhou and the village party secretary Xia Tiegui are all members of the Xia family.

Seniority is considered in the village, and Xia Jindong's family has a relatively long seniority in the village, so many people of the same age in the village call Xia Xiaoluo "Grandpa" according to their seniority.

This phenomenon is very common in the rural areas of the Central Plains where family ties are valued. When the same age calls him "grandpa", there is absolutely no shyness.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw a group of people enjoying the cool and chatting under the big locust tree at the head of the village. There was no light, and I couldn't tell who was who by the moonlight, so I heard Ma Fatty's sister-in-law greet from afar: "Look who is back? Kid from the Jindong family!"

"Yeah!—Is Chang Ye taller? Just like his father, he will definitely be a big man!"

"I heard that this kid is doing well in studies and has been admitted to No. [-] High School. His uncle said..."

"Tsk tsk tsk, just like his father, he can read!"

The Central Plains people are sincere, friendly, and very enthusiastic. As soon as Xiao Luo entered the village, he was warmly welcomed by everyone. Mrs. Fat Ma took his ### little arm and said: "Come here, see if you still know me No?"

Fatty Ma's sister-in-law is a more aggressive woman in the village. She is in her 30s and can speak well.

But the relationship with his family is very good, and he loves himself very much. In the past, every time he went back to his hometown to play during summer and winter vacations, he would definitely go to Sister Ma’s house to have fun. and filled his little pockets to the brim.

But in the previous life, I seldom went back to the old Xiazhuang after I went to university and worked. I only heard that her family had always been from a mediocre family. I couldn't help being moved in my heart, and called out: "I know you, you are Mrs. Fatty Ma."

"Hey, Zhong, do you remember who I am? Come to my house tomorrow, and I'll pick tomatoes and cucumbers for you to eat."

Saying goodbye to the enthusiastic villagers, he went straight to his uncle's house. There are many brothers in Xia Jindong's family, and his uncle Xia Jinzhou is the village head.

As soon as he entered the gate, the uncle lifted Xia Xiaoluo up, lifted him halfway but let him down again, laughed loudly, and said: "Stinky boy, when I grow up, I can't even lift you up!"

He glanced at Wang Dali again with a questioning look, and thought, this man is strange.

Xia Xiaoluo had already discussed with Wang Dali on the road. For the sake of safety, Wang Dali would pretend to be a foreigner.

Xia Xiaoluo smiled at his uncle and said, "Uncle, this man is a friend of my father, a businessman from Wenzhou, named Wang Dali, and he wants to see if there are any good investment projects in our Dahe Township."

He winked mischievously at his uncle, and said, "It's rich, you can seize the opportunity."

When the uncle heard that he was a rich businessman in Wenzhou, he couldn't help but look up, and he was a little excited. Over the years, he has been thinking about how to increase the income of the villagers. He has built vegetable greenhouses, special breeding, and small clothing factories, but he has never created one. What a name.

Although he is only a small village official in the village, he has a big heart for the world. He listens to the radio and reads newspapers every day. He knows that Wenzhou businessmen have become famous and made a fortune in recent years.

What is a little unreliable is that there are a lot of fake and shoddy products there, but since it is a friend of the Near East, naturally there will be no problems. Invest in the village and let the villagers get rich quickly.

Thinking of this, he warmly held Wang Dali's hand, shook it violently, and said, "Welcome, welcome, Mr. Wang!"

When Wang Dali heard Xia Xiaoluo's introduction, he immediately got into the mood, and pretended to be authentic with his stomach: "Mr. Xia, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"

He has watched a lot of shootout videotapes in Cantonese from Hong Kong and Taiwan, and he also likes to learn Cantonese to pretend to be foreign, so he can speak Cantonese well.

The uncle hurriedly let him into the house. The five big tile-roofed houses of the uncle’s house were already very impressive at that time, and many people were still earthen houses. The aunt quickly served them tea.

Xia Xiaoluo thought to himself, oops, this undergarment is so popular, the uncle obviously takes it seriously, it seems that he wants to worship Wang Dali as a Buddha, how will he step down then?

Immediately, I thought again, forget it, let's "go over the head and don't talk about the butt" for now, and let's talk after the wind.

Wang Dali enjoyed it very much. He looked at ease, and chatted with his uncle, and asked his uncle the income of the villagers and the status of the village-run enterprises.

During the chat, I learned that the village now has a population of more than 600 people, and more than [-] young and middle-aged laborers. Except for a small part of them working outside, most of them stay at home and are in a state of "hidden unemployment".

At that time, the movement of labor was very restricted, and those who went to work in cities were not called migrant workers, but called blind migrants, which implied serious discrimination.

Because, unless you are very courageous, or your family is too miserable, you are not willing to go out to work.

The village once raised funds to build plastic greenhouses, but the technology was not good enough. After a year of doing it, few vegetables were grown. Later, everyone divided the plastic and bricks of the plastic greenhouses and took them home to build pigpens and the like.

In the 80s, township enterprises flourished, and a small garment factory was set up in the village. They also set up a small garment factory to process some uncharacteristic work clothes. Later, the garment factory in the village closed down.

They don't understand design and marketing, and the products they make are extremely ugly, with very low profits, and the sales channels are getting narrower and narrower, and finally shut down.

While saying this, Xiao Luo appeared to be careless on the surface, but he was listening carefully. A business plan in his mind gradually became clear.

However, he didn't say anything, hehe, Wang Dali is an excellent agent, why bother to do it himself?

It's already ten o'clock in the evening, and my cousin Xia Qingtian hasn't come back yet. Xia Qingtian is 22 years old this year, and he doesn't study anymore. In 86, "Shaolin Temple" was popular all over the country. On impulse, he shaved his head and went with some children in the village I went to Shaolin Temple to learn martial arts, but I didn't tell my parents.

It was three years later that he was found by his parents, but he refused to study anyway. When he came back, his father asked him what have you learned?Without making a sound, he picked up a brick and slapped it on the head with a "smack". The brick shattered and turned into a pool of red powder, and he walked away with a bang.

However, according to Xia Ergou, a boy from the same village who secretly went to Shaolin Temple to practice martial arts with him, he hid in a place where no one was around and rubbed his head vigorously, and vowed that my specialty, Xia Ergou, is iron-headed. God, I only practiced the iron head skill to [-]% of the fire, and the latter's Shadowless Kick is still so-so.

While he was talking, Xia Qingtian flew up and kicked him, hitting his ass.

To put it in a rather vulgar sentence, Xia Qingtian's force value is unknown.

Every day is free to fight dogs and fish in the village, and life is very nourishing.

There was only a sound of bicycle brakes at the gate - the people in the car supported the ground with their slippers-wearing feet, drawing a white mark on the ground, and the speeding bicycle stopped gracefully.

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