It's just that everyone can keep their duties, otherwise, the land deeds of the Republic of China can be used...
After everything was said, Hua Zhao went to hug Jinwen, but Ye Ming immediately hid.
"You're not going to take the children with you, are you? You're tired of traveling and traveling, and you have other things to do, so how can you take care of them? Just stay at home." Ye Ming said, "We, as a family, can take good care of them.
"
Hua Zhao looked at him and then at the babies, a little undecided.
Ye Ming added: "Yunfei and Cuiwei are 4 years old. Grandpa is free recently and wants to take them to meet old friends."
Hua Zhao immediately took his hand back.
The Ye family is starting to train the next generation!
This is a big deal.
Although she is confident that she can also teach good children, her education is definitely different from that of aristocratic families.
Yunfei and Cuiwei would be better off learning from Ye Zhenguo.
She even wants to learn from Ye Zhenguo...
"Those little guys, please leave it to grandpa and big brother." Hua Zhao said.
Ye Ming immediately smiled. He was afraid that Hua Zhao would be reluctant to let go, but he didn't expect that she understood.
But yes, she has always understood the general picture.
"They are the descendants of the Ye family. We should educate them. Why are we thanking them?" Ye Ming said with a smile.
...
The next day, Hua Zhao and Yao Lin took the two of them on a plane and went to Shanghai.
After leaving the airport, we headed straight to our destination.
Standing at the intersection of the old street, Yao Lin's eyes were still moist even though his surroundings were completely unrecognizable.
This is his home, and he is back again.
Hua Zhao looked at the city map he bought from the roadside and checked the name of the street in front of him. It was the same as it had been decades ago.
This is the street that once belonged to the Yao family.
The streets were not wide compared to later generations, only two-way lanes, but they were certainly enough in the 1930s.
The buildings on both sides of the road are old and new, and they are not high. They are 2/3/4 floors, and most of them are shops and restaurants.
The spring breeze of reform and opening up is very obvious here.
If it was 2 years ago, there would be at most a supply and marketing cooperative, a state-owned grain and oil store, and a small restaurant here. Do you want to see other shops? There are none.
It's different now. At a glance, there are only four or five restaurants, as well as clothing stores, barber shops, food stores, photo studios, etc.
The small street is not big, but it is very lively.
Yao Lin had calmed down and explained: "When this city was first built 100 years ago, it was a commercial street." He looked somewhat pleased: "It seems that it has continued."
Hua Zhao guessed something and asked: "The Yao family built it?"
Yao Lin smiled and nodded: "The Yao family moved here together and lived behind these shops, and the Yao family's old house is in the middle of the street."
He said and walked excitedly towards home.
Hua Zhao followed him and discovered that behind the shops were lanes one after another.
People come and go, bustling.
Yao Lin suddenly stopped and stopped in front of a gate.
Hua Zhao looked up and found that the door was open. No, if he looked carefully, there was no door at all...
Looking in through the empty doorway, there is a 4-story foreign-style building in the yard.
The western-style building is very large, with more than a dozen windows on each floor.
The marble exterior walls must have been very impressive once, but now they are faded, peeling and tattered.
The door of the foreign-style building was also open, and in a short while, I saw several people coming in and out.
There were men, women and children, some carrying vegetables, some carrying bags, and some holding quilts and going out to dry in the open space next to them.
Hua Zhao understood. This has become...a large complex?