Jiang Hua didn't know what was happening along the coast, and the two women seemed to have chosen to hide the news, not wanting to distract him.

At this time, Jiang Hua was holding a pig-killing banquet in the village, and his mother had scheduled a day for his father's grave to be repaired. This time he was returning home in glory.

After all, he was a big and respectable boss. After returning to the village, he held a running banquet with a wave of his hand and slaughtered a few big fat pigs. The folks in the village and surrounding areas ate whatever they wanted, providing enough vegetables and wine to create a lively atmosphere.

"Hua Zi, you are so promising. There is a great person in our village."

Old Ding, the village party secretary, had a red face, holding a wine glass, and looked excitedly at Jiang Hua, who was sitting at the same table.

"No matter where I go, we are all fellow villagers, and this will never change."

Jiang Hua raised his glass and clinked it with the old branch secretary.

"Brother Hua, I, let me offer you a glass of wine."

Zhang Tiezhu, a former hair boy, stammered and spoke with some restraint.

In the past, he and Jiang Hua could chat and fight, but now their identities are different.

Nowadays, all the young and strong laborers in the village are sent to work in the mining companies around Liutang Town by Jianghua's labor service company. They are a bit tired, but the income is high.

Working hard for three years to build a house and marry a wife is not an empty talk.

"Zhuzi, do you have a girl you like?"

Jiang Hua was calm and generous, smiled and took the initiative to clink the wine glasses with Fa Xiao.

He is a man who never forgets his roots despite his wealth. Zhang Tiezhu has taken the position of manager in his labor service company. Now when he goes out, others have to call him Manager Zhang.

Recalling the time when he had just been reborn, he and Zhang Tiezhu went to the city's textile factory and watched Bao Yuqian as a child, who was astonished to the point of being stunned and almost broke into tears. He felt as if he was in a dream.

"Yes, I plan to talk for a few more months and then go meet the girl's parents."

Zhang Tiezhu scratched his head, his dark face slightly red, and said honestly.

"Mr. Jiang, you are a legendary figure who sees a dragon but never sees its end. Welcome back home."

Several village leaders gathered around, holding wine glasses.

Jianghua made his fortune too quickly. He immediately skipped the city and went to the provincial capital to develop. The leaders of these townships were so different from Jianghua that they couldn't even try to curry favor with them.

"I am just an ordinary person. The development of our hometown depends on you all working more hard."

Jiang Hua held the wine glass and spoke politely.

He was surrounded by people, and Su Zhirou's mother's side was not much better either.

A group of aunts, aunts, young ladies and young wives in the village gathered around Su Zhirou and Zhao Guilan, fawning over them as if they were free of charge, expressing all kinds of envy and compliments.

"His aunt, your son has become a big shot. His uncle will be very happy to know that he is a good person."

"Zhirou, I have long seen that you are destined to be rich and noble, and now I am sure that I am right. You are now a golden phoenix standing on the sycamore tree."

"When Hua Zi was studying, I could tell that he was extraordinary. This kid was a literary star descended to earth."

These women in the village have little education, and they always say these words when they come and go.

Su Zhirou felt very happy at first, but as she listened, she felt something was wrong.

It's terrible to be uneducated. You can't even praise others. Jiang Hua, a scumbag who didn't graduate from junior high school, was praised as a literary star. Isn't it embarrassing?

The flowing banquet lasted all day, and Jiang Hua drank a lot of meat and vegetables. With the support of his fellow villagers, he staggered back to the farmyard where he once lived.

In the past, this small yard was old and dilapidated, with drafts leaking everywhere. When it rained, we had to put several pots in the house.

During the time when Zhao Guilan returned to the village, with the help of the villagers, the courtyard was renovated. The exterior walls were painted with a layer of cement and the roof was replaced. The entire courtyard looked brand new.

"I'm not drunk. I'm fine. If you don't believe me, I'll take a few steps to show you."

Jiang Hua was really drunk and was not honest when he was helped to the bed.

"Yes, yes, you are not drunk. Just lie down and I will make you some ginger soup to sober up."

Su Zhirou said angrily and funny.

In the past, what bothered her the most was her husband's alcoholism, but now that she hasn't seen him drunk for a long time, seeing him drunk makes her feel a little cute.

Zhao Guilan was in the other room, looking at Jiang's father's portrait, chatting with her late husband.

"Dad, your son has become successful. You didn't see the lively scene today. To be honest, I never dreamed that our Jiang family could still have such a prosperous life..."

Zhao Guilan shed tears as she spoke, but she shed tears with a smile. For her son to achieve what he has today, she felt that it would be reasonable to go underground to meet Jiang's father in the future.

Su Danyue was in her room, looking at the furnishings in the room, feeling a lot of emotion in her heart.

The things in the room looked familiar yet strange. She was once a blind girl, and the world in the eyes of a blind person is different from that of a normal person.

But her brother-in-law helped her regain her sight. This small house contains many of her memories.

"Auntie, will our house still leak?"

Jiang Shuang'er stood beside her aunt, tilting her head and asking cutely.

A child's mind is relatively simple. Her impression of the old house is still that when it rains, the house will overflow into a river.

"There will be no more leaks. With your father here, we will never live in a leaky house again."

Su Danyue knelt down, smiled and pinched her niece's face.

On the day to build the tomb, Zhao Guilan went to see the Taoist priest specifically and chose an auspicious day.

In the past, Jiang's father's funeral was unknown and even a bit embarrassing.

This time when the tomb was rebuilt, the scene was truly a sight to behold. Not only did the folks from the countryside help and cheer, but many leaders from the township and city also came.

Although Jianghua did not build a mountain and simply repaired the tombs, the scene alone made those nouveau riche who built a mountain and repaired the tombs have to hide their faces and leave.

On the day of the official groundbreaking, Professor Jiang, who was far away in Shanghai, also came. Accompanying him was his eldest son Jiang Donglin.

When we first went to Shanghai to pay New Year's greetings, the two families had some unpleasant quarrels, but these misunderstandings were later resolved.

Blood is thicker than water, after all, we are all one family. Zhao Guilan fulfilled her duties as a daughter-in-law and entertained her father-in-law very thoughtfully. It seemed as if the past grudges had really disappeared over time.

"Uncle, if you come this time, you will stay with grandpa for a few more days. I will take you to the provincial capital later."

During lunch, Jiang Hua sat at the dining table and said.

Professor Jiang is in good health. Since he recovered from his serious illness and was discharged from the hospital, his body has become stronger and stronger, and his children have become much more filial. At least, as before, the shameful fight over family property has never happened again.

Jiang Hua felt Jiang Donglin's changes and became much more polite to him. In the past, he would never have bothered to call him uncle.

"No, the old man is old. After all, he can't adapt to being outside at home. This time he came to see his second brother, which can be regarded as fulfilling his wish."
Chapter completed!