The Rebirth of the Financial Hegemon

Southeast Province is 1,500 kilometers away from Henan.

From the early morning of the 30th until the morning of the first day of the new year, Zhao Jiangchuan's family finally arrived at their destination.

Kaifeng is a famous ancient capital in history.

Zhao Donglai's hometown is a village in a small county in Kaifeng, a place called Zhaojiazhuang.

In rural areas, cars are a rare thing.

Usually, even if a van passes by in the village, it will attract the attention of many people, but now, when a brand-new Audi appears in such a small village, it immediately attracts more people to watch.

"This is Donglai coming back."

"Donglai, you are back."

"..."

"Er Dazi, Happy New Year."

After seeing Zhao Donglai getting out of the car, they all greeted each other with enthusiastic voices, and Zhao Donglai also responded one by one.

The roads in the countryside are naturally not much better. The roadside that has just snowed will soon be splashed with muddy water on the new car.

Huang Yajuan felt a little distressed about her new car, but didn't say anything.

Because, after arriving at Zhaojiazhuang automatically, the smile on Zhao Donglai's face never stopped.

Seeing some older people in the village, Zhao Donglai cordially called out a few words of uncle, and then politely handed him a cigarette. Some of his peers also greeted him with a laugh.

The man also offered a cigarette, while the woman made some innocuous jokes.

Zhao Jiangchuan slowly drove behind Zhao Donglai, and occasionally nodded and smiled at some people who greeted him as a salute.

In the past, he didn't understand why his father had to return to this poor hometown every year, but now his mood is different, and he has a different feeling.

Homecoming, yes, but not all.

It is more likely to be a sense of not forgetting one's roots, or a tradition of returning to the roots.

This is the birthplace of Zhao Donglai, and he will inevitably have a feeling that he will never give up.

Just like when he was wandering in a foreign country back then, he would miss his homeland thousands of miles away during the festival, even though that homeland has countless sad memories.

"Donghan, your second child is back."

I don't know who in the crowd shouted.

It didn't take long for a man in an old Chinese tunic suit to run over from not far away.

Zhao Donghan, the eldest of Zhao Donglai's three brothers, an honest farmer, the second eldest Zhao Donglai should be called brother.

"elder brother."

"Well, go home."

Just a few words of dialogue, even greeting outsiders seems to be more enthusiastic than this kind of nutritious dialogue.

But this does not mean that the relationship between Zhao Donglai's brothers is not good, because the family does not speak two languages, and the brothers of the first milk compatriots have all kinds of feelings.

The yard built with stones, plus three tiled rooms and one partial room.

This is Zhao Donghan's home.

It may be because of the year-round cattle raising in the yard, even if you enter the house, there is a strange smell that you can't tell.

In the main room, stood two men and women about the same age as Zhao Jiangchuan.

This is Zhao Donghan's son Zhao Jiangnan and his daughter Zhao Fengzhi.

Perhaps it was because they were from the countryside and had never seen the world. Even though they were seventeen or eighteen years old, they were somewhat afraid of life.

The two didn't dare to say hello. After timidly glanced at their own uncle and cousin, they still smiled at the same time.

A very embarrassed but sincere smile.

At his age, Zhao Jiangchuan didn't like the countryside very much, and he also disliked his relatives in the countryside very much.

Even if these relatives are he has a certain blood relationship.

At that time, he always had a subconscious disgust for his father's relatives in his hometown.

Maybe they despise their poverty, maybe they despise their downfall, or they are afraid that these poor relatives will take advantage of their family.

Every year Zhao Donglai comes back with a big bag and a small bag, and he always feels that his family is at a disadvantage.

Even if it wasn't for Zhao Dong's persecution, he would not be willing to go to such a remote rural area at all.

After all, he grew up on Ludao since he was a child, and there was no relationship between him and these uncles, cousins, and cousins.

However, now is different.

With different life experiences, he has another way of looking at life, and he can feel the warmth from family affection.

Even if it was just a smile, it contained a lot of unspoken enthusiasm.

Therefore, Zhao Jiangchuan also smiled back and took the initiative to speak.

"Jiangnan, Fengzhi, let's go, let's go out for a walk?"

Zhao Jiangchuan's virtues, as a father, Zhao Donglai is naturally clear. When he returned to his hometown before, his face was not like an eggshell.

Zhao Donglai was deeply surprised by his sudden change, but he was also very gratified.

However, Zhao Donglai didn't think much about it, and thought that Zhao Jiangchuan should have grown up and knew that there shouldn't be too much prejudice among relatives.

Zhao Donglai said casually:

"Your aunt's dumplings will be ready in a while, don't run too far."

Zhao Jiangnan is a dragon, one year older than Zhao Jiangchuan, seven or six years old, he is over eighteen years old, Zhao Fengzhi is seven or eight years old, and belongs to a horse.

Interestingly, Zhao Jiangnan, a boy, is a little shy and doesn't usually talk much. He only answers a few words when Zhao Jiangchuan asks.

On the other hand, Zhao Fengzhi has a cheerful personality.

After getting acquainted with Zhao Jiangchuan slowly, the girl stopped going out, and began to call out one by one Brother Chuan.

"Brother Chuan, you are going to take the college entrance examination next year."

"Wow, you don't have to go to morning class. We have to get up early and have morning class since the third grade of elementary school, and we have to go to self-study every day and night in junior high school."

"Brother Chuan, in your city..."

Two serious and well-rounded teenagers will inevitably have some yearning for the big cities outside. Zhao Jiangnan listened, Zhao Fengzhi asked questions, and asked Zhao Jiangchuan what the outside world was like, intentionally or not.

Zhao Jiangchuan smiled and answered two sentences from time to time, without any impatience or boredom, and even occasionally, there would be a flash of guilt and pity in his heart.

Zhao Jiangnan was wearing an old turquoise clothes outside, which is the kind of old military green clothes that many people see as scum.

Zhao Fengzhi was wearing a plaid cotton jacket, which was quite festive, but the two braids with horns seemed to be soiled.

It was their filthy clothes that made Zhao Jiangchuan feel ashamed even standing with them back then.

Zhao Jiangchuan felt guilty about his past self, but now he feels pity.

Zhao Jiangnan, like him, is in his third year of high school and will take the college entrance examination next year, while Zhao Fengzhi did not choose to go to high school and went to a local normal college.