I became the richest man in the world after losing my life in a vegetative state

Yang Ming finished the dinner.

Back in the Weilong House room, Azhu and Zhong Chuhong came over in a hurry. They knew that Yang Ming had been out all day today to pay homage to his ancestors.

Now both Azhu and Zhong Chuhong feel sorry for Yang Ming.

"Master, let me see your feet."

Azhu and Zhong Chuhong felt even more distressed when they saw that some parts of Yang Ming's feet were even bleeding.

"Master, you can see the blood."

"It seems that I am still too thin and tender."

Today, Yang Ming saw many children of several years old following him to watch the fun. Many of them were even running without wearing shoes, so nothing happened.

"Master, do you still want to attend the grave sweeping tomorrow?"

"I'll still have it tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"Can you not go?"

"Of course not. Coming back this time to visit the tombs and pay homage to my ancestors is a very important part. This represents my sincerity and my respect and awe for my ancestors!"

Can Yang Ming not go?

certainly.

If he doesn't want to go, others won't force him.

Yang Ming felt that if he couldn't even overcome these difficulties, would he be able to survive even more difficult things in his business empire in the future?

Along the way, many villagers took care of him.

After Azhu and Zhong Chuhong took care of him, he took a bath and brought medicine to disinfect the wound to stop the bleeding.

As night fell, Yang Ming rested alone in his room.

. . .

Early the next day.

Yang Ming heard a knock on the door.

Yang Ming got up and found that it was Yang Shuhai.

Yang Shuhai already knew about Yang Ming's situation, but he admired Yang Ming even more.

"Mr. Yang, are you still going to visit the grave today?"

Today we mainly go to the cemetery of Grandfather, Heavenly Grandfather and Great-Great Grandfather, which also takes a whole day. Considering Yang Ming's physical condition, Yang Shuhai feels that Yang Ming does not need to go, and Yang Jirong can go there by himself.

"Cousin uncle, of course I am going."

Yang Ming got up and washed up.

Went to the dining place, finished breakfast with everyone, and started to visit Grandfather Lie’s grave.

Come down like this.

Pretty much the same as yesterday.

It also took a whole day.

At around six o'clock in the evening, when the night was very dark, they returned to Weilong House to finish dinner.

Azhu and Zhong Chuhong looked at the young master who seemed to have a lot more scars on his feet today.

. . .

January 11, 1979.

Today is the third day of grave sweeping.

The past two days, grave sweeping was quite urgent.

Today there are also the graves of Yang Jirong’s great-grandfather, great-grandmother, grandfather, grandmother, and Yang Jirong’s parents.

These cemeteries are not too far from Sanjiangtang, but these are more important.

Yang Ming still followed.

This really impressed Mr. Chen and Song Shaoguang. They knew that Mr. Yang could stand up and walk, but he could not walk normally like ordinary people.

For three days in a row, Yang Ming actually participated in this tomb-sweeping ceremony in person.

They feel that Yang Ming's success really has nothing to do with the Yang family's Feng Shui. On the contrary, as Yang Ming said, the best Feng Shui is yourself.

When we came to the last place to sweep the graves, it was the cemetery of Yang Jirong’s father Yang Shuquan and mother Zhou.

Yang Ming came here for the first time.

What he saw here was a cemetery like a mound, completely different from the well-protected white tombs he had seen before.

It should be that Yang Jirong's brothers were too poor to build a larger cemetery for their parents.

Yang Ming himself didn't know much about Feng Shui. When he came here, he just felt that the cemetery here was not too far from the Triangle Pond, maybe not even a thousand meters away.

Standing here, you can look at the Triangle Pond and even surround the Dragon House.

According to the Feng Shui master hired at the time, he probably thought this Feng Shui layout was very good.

However, Uncle Chen and Song Shaoguang told him that they all followed the Yang family's cemetery and looked at it. They all had average Feng Shui.

Yang Jirong originally wanted to move the graves in his parents' cemetery, but moving the graves was more complicated than sweeping the graves. Now Yang Jirong has given up the plan of moving the parents' graves.

Even then, the place will definitely need to be renovated, including the use of cement and bricks for protection, so that no more weeds will grow around the cemetery.

Yang Ming stood here, looking at the graves of his grandfather and grandmother, Yang Ming was still a little emotional.

"Mr. Yang, you can start."

Old man Yang came over and talked to Yang Ming.

"Mr. Yang, as long as my father thinks it's okay," Yang Ming said.

This is similar to the cemetery where other ancestors are worshiped, but for Yang Ming and Yang Jirong, this is the cemetery of their closest relatives, and they pay more attention to it.

In addition to the firecrackers that had been circled around many times, more paper money was burned. When Yang Haiquan was alive, Yang Jirong smuggled himself to Xiangjiang to develop his career. He had many children, so he probably cared about Yang Jirong very much.

After Yang Jirong left his hometown and came to Xiangjiang, he could still communicate through letters in the 1950s. Later, he didn't know the situation in his hometown at all. Now facing his parents in the cemetery here, Yang Jirong knelt there and cried.

Yang Jirong really felt sorry for his parents.

At that time, the family was really too poor and had no choice. With so many brothers and sisters staying at home, they didn’t have enough to eat, or even became singles. Yang Jirong had the idea to change the family, so he smuggled himself to Xiangjiang with the villagers from the next village. Take refuge with your cousin.

Now Yang Jirong and his wife, even when their son Yang Ming was making a name for himself in Hong Kong, his parents were already far apart.

"Abba, grandma, Ya finally came back from Xiangjiang with his wife Li Yufang and son Yang Ming to see you."

. . .

"Abba, Eminem, when you were alive, I couldn't let you enjoy a single day of happiness. This is the most sorry thing I've done to you in my life."

Yang Jirong said while crying.

This is also his first time coming to the cemetery.

When he saw his parents from more than 20 years ago and now only these two small mounds, he had suppressed the feelings for more than 20 years and finally vented them at this moment.

Yang Ming and Li Yufang knelt behind them and kept watching.

Other Yang clan members were also watching.

Yang Jirong cried for more than half an hour.

The old man Yang began to read his sacrificial text. After the old man finished reading and burned the sacrificial text, the sound of firecrackers began to sound around him.

In addition to setting off many firecrackers, there are also those incense paper money.

Yang Jirong and his wife know that when they were alive, they were not able to receive filial piety from Yang Jirong and his wife. Now that they have been gone for so many years, the only thing they can do now is to burn more incense paper money to give to their parents in another world.

This worship ceremony and grave sweeping lasted until about six o'clock in the evening.

it is finally over.

Many villagers extinguished some unburned sparks to prevent fires. Yang Ming bowed respectfully to his grandparents' graves and left with his parents.

However, he seemed to feel something looking at him from behind. Yang Ming did not dare to look back and hurriedly followed his parents and others out of here.

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