This year's Spring Festival seems to be a lot more peaceful. It's not that Mr. Xuan was noisy when he was alive, but that the old man didn't post Spring Festival couplets in the first year after his death, and he didn't hang any big red lights at the door. Just set off some firecrackers. It’s tasteless.
Chen Wenchen got up early in the morning, dressed and washed, and subconsciously walked to Mr. Xuan's room, because this was the point where he started exercising every day.
The grandfather and grandson would first run around the village to let Yang Wenchen wake up the muscles and bones that had been sleeping all night, and let the body sweat a little and move, and then they would stand and practice boxing.
After all this was over, it was almost time to have breakfast, so Wen Chen was particularly able to eat in the morning, because after a full meal of activity and not eating all night, the breakfast was quite a big meal.
Yang Dongxu, who used to sleep late, also got up early today. There was no sound in the yard from the old man who knew he was lazy and deliberately scolded Wen Chen to hurry up. He always felt empty in his heart.
In the past, Yang Dongxu slept soundly in the morning because he was too lazy to train, but now he was tossing and turning and couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and went to the yard.
When he saw his son walking toward the door of Mr. Xuan's room, tears welling up in his eyes as he thought of something halfway through, Yang Dongxu's mood suddenly became a little sad.
"Let's go, I will run with you today to exercise." Yang Dongxu walked over and touched his son's head with his big hand.
"Can I go see Master later?" Yang Wenchen raised his head and asked.
"There is dew in the ground now and it is inconvenient to go into the ground. But when we run to the roadside later, you can call the old man loudly and tell him that you got up very early today and are not lazy." Yang Dongxu touched his son's head While saying.
"Yes." Yang Wenchen nodded vigorously, and then eagerly started to run faster.
"First move your body to wake up the sleeping muscles, and then run. It's a long distance to run around the village. If you can't move your body, start running to be careful of straining your body."
Today's Yangjia Village is no longer the Yangjia Village of the past. Not to mention the main street has been doubled in length, and two sub-streets have been branched out.
The entire scale does not look like a village, it is almost the same size as a town. Especially now that Yangjiacun has a primary school and a middle school is under planning, and they are all public schools, it looks more like a town.
As more and more rural people go out to work, many left-behind children are also being taken to other places to go to school.
Therefore, the loss of students in rural areas is serious, and things are better here in Yangjiacun. Not to mention that Yangjiacun is a market, whether it is growing vegetables in greenhouses or growing traditional Chinese medicine, and with the rise of homestays, many people stay at home. Naturally, my children go to school near home, so I don’t feel much change between primary school and middle school.
A little further away from the Yangjiacun area, many primary and middle schools in villages have been merged into towns.
In the past, each grade could have two classes with about a hundred students, and it was normal for the entire school to have 700 to 800 faculty and staff. If you include kindergarten and other children, the number would be a thousand dollars.
Nowadays, due to the huge population loss, let alone fifty or sixty students in a class, it is barely possible to make up thirty. Therefore, it is not that the above policies require schools to be merged, but that schools simply cannot sustain themselves without so many students.
Coupled with the concept of school district housing introduced by real estate developers, and adding fuel to the fire from behind, rural primary schools have really withered very quickly in recent years.
Accompanying Wen Chen to exercise, the father and son began to run around the village in the morning fog full of cold wind. Unknowingly, Du Heng followed behind him. There were two figures in the fog in front of him who seemed to be exposed. Wu and Du Fei.
In fact, Yang Dongxu does not need bodyguards to follow him in Yangjiacun. After all, although Yangjiacun has expanded a lot, most of the people living here are old residents of decades. It is still easy to distinguish between outsiders.
However, it was estimated that Du Fei and the others couldn't sleep, or that their usual training intensity in the morning was much higher than this, so they followed Yang Dongxu along and didn't say anything.
First, he jogged to the road behind the village and looked towards the fields to see the grave mounds that had just been raised yesterday looming in the mist. Several people stopped at the same time.
"Master, Wen Chen got up very early today and was not lazy. Master Wen Chen is sorry! Come and chat with Wen Chen in Wen Chen's dream at night when you are free." Wen Chen shouted to Mr. Xuan's grave.
Yang Dongxu didn't know why his eyes felt a little astringent after walking, and tears wanted to flow out uncontrollably. Wen Chen is still a child, so he can shout out his thoughts like this.
But as a husband and a father, he couldn't shout like this, so he could only suppress all his emotions in his heart.
"I heard that many of those people from Nanyang have fled back to China." Jie Chengwu walked to Yang Dongxu's side and lowered his voice when speaking, keeping his tone casual because there was Wen Chen beside him.
Yang Dongxu gestured to his son beside him, "Follow your brother Du Heng and run. Dad will follow from behind."
"Yeah." Wen Chen was smart enough to know that his father and Uncle Chengwu were going to talk about something and ran a few steps forward, and Du Heng followed from behind.
Seeing his son disappear in the mist, Yang Dongxu frowned slightly and lowered his voice, "We will discuss this later. As long as it is legal for them to invest in the country and they abide by the rules in the country, don't touch them."
"Is it legal now that it's legal? Is it legal if a group of thieves go out for a walk and come back?" Du Fei snorted, obviously having a problem with Yang Dongxu's current attitude towards Nanyang people.
“At least their investment is legal. No matter what these thieves took away before, now after decades of laundering, the source of those funds is now legal.
I know you are not happy in your heart, and I am not happy either. But this is the current rule. In the current environment, we must abide by this rule, even if we suffer some losses, because this is the need for national development.
Of course, their sources of funds are legal, and their investment is legal in the country and they must abide by the law. There is nothing they can do about it. Whether their overseas businesses are legal or not is their own business. Yang Dongxu said.
The eyes of Jie Chengwu and Du Fei, who were originally aggrieved, lit up and then frowned. Because Yang Dongxu didn't say what he said.
Because the same attitude and methods they adopted towards these people before were the same. Domestic legal investors are not allowed to move people and things. They can only go and check other people's roots to see where the shit is exposed. It is not an ordinary difficulty to go to someone else's property and check where the shit is exposed under the other person's butt.
What's more important is that sometimes it's useless to check it out. After all, it's someone else's territory and they are the ones sitting there. The local government doesn't care about it. You can't just give someone a RPG and give them a just trial, right?
"Don't rush and take your time. After decades of waiting, are there still only two years left?" Yang Dongxu advised.
He also wanted to kill all these people, but as a Chinese citizen and not a terrorist, he certainly couldn't force himself like this.
So now we can only take this roundabout way, but while making the roundabout way, Yang Dongxu is also infiltrating. Because the Nanyang market is also a territory that Yang Dongxu must occupy for development, it is not certain who will be the dominant player in the next two years.
But he had the patience to wait. Du Fei and Jie Chengwu were obviously a little impatient, or because the old man passed away, they were holding a fire in their hearts and wanted to vent it in this way. Not only the two of them, but Yang Dongxu also had a fire in his heart, but he Just more sensible.
"Go to South Africa if you have evil thoughts in your heart. Don't interfere with the affairs here in Nanyang. I have arrangements."
"Are you ready to enter South Africa?" Jie Chengwu and Du Fei's eyes lit up. Compared to the Middle East that they were already familiar with and couldn't be more familiar with, South Africa was undoubtedly a more exciting place.
(End of chapter)
