Chasing Dreams - Memory Repair System

"Both. My ancestor Yang Chengwei has had two champions and sixteen jinshi.

Ten years ago, there were three champions in the village, and they were the champions of the province. "

Yang Chengwei took a sip of wine and continued: "In recent years, good teachers have left one after another, and students with good grades have also transferred to the city, or moved their families to other places.

Those who stayed were getting worse and worse in their academic performance, and few of them were admitted to key universities. "

Yang Zaixing sighed, feeling sorry for the cliff-like decline of Yangjialing Village.

Yang Chengwei said: "In the past, every household in the village was proud of being a champion and taking the entrance examination to a prestigious school, and was proud of being knowledgeable and versatile.

In the following years, there has been no champion in the village for a long time, and the attention and competition of the villagers have gradually shifted from knowledge and craftsmanship to making a fortune.

In the current Yangjialing Village, there are not a few serious families who have made a fortune, and they have lost the unique crafts handed down from their ancestors, such as carving, pottery, bamboo weaving, silk embroidery, and paper-cutting. "

Yang Zaixing toasted Yang Chengwei with a glass of wine and said, "I heard from friends in the town that Yangjialing Village is the hometown of folk art. Do you mean that the lost craft is the loss of folk art, or the loss of folk artists?".

Yang Chengwei smiled bitterly: "It's not that the craftsmanship is lost, nor is it the loss of artists, it's that they don't pay attention to it, and they don't inherit it." "

Yang Zaixing asked: "How can this be? Can you make money by inheriting these crafts? Do the villagers have something more profitable to do if they leave their ancestral crafts?"

Yang Chengwei said: "It's hard to say, some people persist for a period of time, but they don't make money, or they don't make enough money, and finally give up."

There are also some people who have the opportunity to make more money and do other things.

There are also some people who feel that it is very hard to inherit the ancestral craft, and it is better to sit outside and be a lady, or a large sum of money to make money quickly. "

"Oh, I see. It is the general environment that has changed, destroying the cultural heritage and folk art of Yangjialing Village. "

Yang Zaixing muttered to himself, his hands clenched his fists involuntarily, and there was a "quack" sound.

Li Cunxiao held back for a long time, and couldn't help but interject: "In this way, can't the transformation of Yangjialing Village be blamed entirely on the people in the village?"

Yang Chengwei looked out of the house with a blank face, and there was no question and answer.

"Bang Bang!".

There

was a sudden rush knock outside the door, Yang Chengwei's face showed a hint of horror, he frowned, stood up, and walked to the door.

"Who?" Yang Chengwei said loudly.

A man with a hoarse voice said, "Uncle, I'm Aeon, open the door." "

Yang Chengwei frowned and said impatiently. "Go back, there's a guest at home. "

"I know that you have a guest at home, and Sister Xin has told me. I just wanted to get to know them. "

"Another day, I have a private matter to discuss with my friends in the real army, and it's inconvenient. "

"It's all a family, what's inconvenient. "

The man at the door said as he increased his strength and continued to bang on the door.

Yang Zaixing held back the anger in his heart and said loudly: "Uncle, let him in, I also want to meet the unreasonable people in the village." "

Yang Chengwei

persuaded again, but the man who knocked on the door did not relent, so Yang Chengwei had no choice but to open the door.

The man who knocked on the door was about twenty-seven or eight years old, of medium height, with a round face, a flat head, a flat nose, small eyes, and an evil aura when he looked at people.

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The round-faced man swaggered into the main room, his eyes falling on Yang Zaixing's face.

Yang

Chengwei followed behind and introduced the man to Yang Zaixing and Li Cunxiao.

"Xiao Yang,

Xiao Li, this brother is Yang Yongwang, the second son of the head of our village Yang. "

Yang

Zaixing stood up, stared into Yang Yongwang's eyes, and held his right hand.

Yang

Yongwang hooked the corner of his mouth, revealing a disapproving look, and his right hand suddenly exerted force, holding Yang Zaixing's hand together.

"Hello. "

"Fortunately. "

Yang

Zaixing used the strength of Shangcheng and caught Yang Yongwang's hard grip.

Yang Yongwang didn't have the upper hand in the handshake session, so he let go of his hand, looked around, and said, "What about Sister Xin? "

Lin Shufen heard Yang Yongwang's voice, came out of the kitchen, and blocked Yang Yongwang.

"Mukhin is not here. "

Yang Yongwang shrugged and said, "I just talked to Sister Xin on the phone, and she said she was at home. "

Lin Shufen wrenched her face and said, "There are guests at home, if you want to find Mu Xin, you also have to look at the time." "

Yang

Yongwang glanced back at Yang Zaixing and said, "Okay, you have guests at home, I won't bother you." You called Sister Xin to come to me. "

After speaking, he waved his hand at Yang Chengwei, turned around and walked to the gate.

Lin Shufen followed, and when Yang Yongwang crossed the threshold, he closed the door and locked it.

Yang Chengwei's face turned pale, and he burst into foul language.

"Maragobi!".

"Smack!".

He gasped, cursed, and raised his hand to smash the glass in his hand.

Yang

Zaixing comforted: "Uncle Yang, don't be angry, Zhenjun and I are good brothers." If there's any trouble, you tell me and I might be able to help you out. "

Li Cunxiao's face flushed, and he said: "Uncle Yang, Zaixing and I are both martial arts practitioners, and dealing with dozens of gangsters is a piece of cake." "

Lin Shufen waved her hand again and again and said, "You are guests, it's none of your business." "

Yang Zaixing pondered for a moment and said, "We came this time to deal with Mu Xin's work and arrange the aftermath properly, so that you can take care of the children at home with peace of mind." "

Yang

Chengwei said tentatively: "Xiao Yang, tell me, if someone doesn't let Mu Xin go out to work, what should we do?"

"Was that little flat-headed just now?" Yang Zaixing asked.

"That's the kind of people. Yang Chengwei said.

Yang Zaixing hooked his mouth and showed disdain.

"If any thugs dare to stop Mu Xin from going out and threaten you, I will destroy his entire family. "

He took a long sip of wine and added, "If you don't feel at ease, I'll go and clean up the family now." "

"No, well. "

Yang Chengwei was pleasantly surprised, and he was skeptical.

At the wine table, people who drink are prone to speak wildly, Yang Chengwei is eager to meet a savior, and he is worried that Yang Zaixing is bragging and letting off the cannon.

Yang Zaixing said: "Uncle, if we come this time, we won't leave if we don't take care of your family's affairs." Don't worry, we'll take care of the equation and won't kill anyone. "

Yang Zaixing's eyes shot out a murderous aura, Yang Chengwei was terrified when he saw it, and he suddenly felt scared.

Yang

Tiezhu's father and son have occupied Yang Chengwei's daughter-in-law for many years, Yang Chengwei is thinking about how to take revenge all the time, but when someone really stands up for him, he is worried about getting into trouble.

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