Chapter 316 Those who don’t know have nothing to fear
Author: Lin Zhonggu
Chapter 316 Those who don’t know have nothing to fear
Bao Zhaolong and Bao Yugang's father and son have donated more than 100 million US dollars in Mingzhou over two generations, but there is not a single house that belongs to them here.
After listening to his grandfather's story, Zheng Yaoyang learned that they once had an ancestral house with a large area. After all, his ancestor was also a famous businessman from all over the country.
But because both father and son are businessmen, their old childhood home was destroyed more than 20 years ago and they do not want to rebuild it. They usually live in a guest house.
Bao Yugang has two elder brothers, named Huang Chongwen and Huang Chongwu. The former has passed away, and the latter is still alive and taking care of his mother-in-law.
My natal family all live in Zhenhai County, Mingzhou, which is also the town where the Bao family and his son have donated the most funds, including the location of Mingzhou University.
The living area of the Huang family is not large, only a small two-story building of more than 100 square meters. It is a very traditional self-built house in southern villages and towns.
Usually only the elderly are at home, but because of the Chinese New Year and because Bao Yu just came back, a lot of people came to the house today.
There were so many strangers that Zheng Yaoyang could only turn into a boy with a fake smile and deal with them with a smile.
Bao Yugang held the old woman's hand with an old man's hand and spoke in Mingzhou dialect that Zheng Yaoyang could not understand.
After several people talked for a long time, he finally remembered the existence of Zheng Yaoyang and introduced with a smile: "Tai Shui, second brother, this is my grandson, called Zheng Yaoyang."
In ancient China, the wife's father was called Taishan, and the wife's mother was also called Taishui.
Zheng Yaoyang smiled and said hello respectfully.
Just two old people, one was born at the end of the last century and the other was born at the beginning of this century.
They have all spoken southern Wu dialect all their lives. It belongs to the same Bagu dialect as the Chaoshan dialect of Hokkien, and Mandarin is a northern dialect. They basically can’t understand each other, so they can only say hello with a smile.
Zheng Yaoyang couldn't bear to disturb his grandfather's reminiscence, so he could only sit quietly aside, even though he didn't understand, he still listened attentively.
He looks serious on the surface, but his eyes are actually dull, and his mind is already thinking about this year's career plan.
The first priority is to urge the Huaqing University team to develop mature 2G digital communication technology as soon as possible.
Secondly, borrowing the power of Pengcheng officials to quickly promote PHS into the mainland market, price reduction or bundled sales will also be indispensable means.
Then I went to Singapore to see Guo Kongli, then to Tokyo to see Rogers, and finally to Hanguo to see Li Zhekai...
Sometimes I would accompany the elderly people to chime in with a few words, and sometimes I would think about my career arrangements for this year. The boring time passed very quickly, and it was evening in the blink of an eye.
The Huang family is flourishing, and today is the son-in-law's day on the second day of the Lunar New Year. Almost all 23 members of the family are here, and two tables have to be set up to accommodate them.
The place at home was too crowded, so it was placed directly at the door, leaning against a street lamp, with a few yellowed light bulbs lit. Everyone was enjoying the cool breeze and pushing cups and cups under the telephone poles.
Grandpa was ill and could not drink. This was very difficult for Zheng Yaoyang. None of the relatives from his natal family knew him. The key was that they were all elders.
Moreover, most of the people here are from rural areas and have little knowledge. Even if they know Zheng Yaoyang's identity, they still dare to bully the younger ones and keep toasting and persuading them to drink.
In their thinking and cognition, it doesn't matter if you don't know each other. Anyway, feelings are produced by drinking. If you don't drink, you won't give face.
Although they didn't say it directly, the meaning was just that. Zheng Yaoyang almost fell out on the spot if his grandpa was not present.
But he is not a bloodless person.
Whoever screams the loudest will be caught and fucked until he is knocked down.
Even if others persuaded him, it was useless, and Zheng Yaoyang himself paid the price with his stomach churning.
Fortunately, my grandfather was old or couldn't stand it anymore, so he suggested that he needed to go back and rest early, which also saved Zheng Yaoyang's life.
He looked coldly at the few Jiu Mengzi who had made the loudest noise just now, and couldn't help but shake their heads and sigh.
This group of people is hopeless. Even if they have the opportunity, they don't know how to cherish it. After his death, the Huang family will be completely in decline.
All his hard work was wasted like this, but they brought it on themselves and they couldn't blame others.
Returning to the official reception room prepared for them, they watched Zheng Yaoyang hurriedly run into the toilet.
Not long after, the sound of retching came from inside.
Knowing the reason why Zheng Yaoyang refused to come, my grandfather felt a little distressed and called his assistant to prepare a bowl of hangover soup.
"Yaoyang, grandpa went back to rest. I asked Xiao Zhang to put the hangover soup in the room. Remember to drink it before going to bed."
He is a man and a person who has been through it all.
I know that at this time, it is useless to talk too much, and it is not good to care too much. What a drunk person needs most is a quiet environment where he can have a good rest.
"I understand, grandpa."
Zheng Yaoyang vomited many times until he almost emptied his stomach. He had forgotten when the last time he vomited due to drinking was.
I washed my face, walked out of the bathroom, picked up the hangover soup on the table, and drank it in one gulp.
I didn't even take a shower or change my clothes. I lay on the bed, pulled up the quilt and fell asleep.
Before going to bed, there was only one thought in his mind: He would never come to the Huang family in Mingzhou again.
Before he came here, he never thought that the Zheng family in Xinjiapo would be unable to do anything to him, so he would end up here with the Huang family.
The next day, Zheng Yaoyang slept until noon. His grandfather rarely disturbed him, allowing him to sleep until he woke up naturally.
After washing, he walked out of the room. Zhang Qifeng stood at the door, preparing a cup of warm honey lemonade.
He said: "Mr. Zheng, Mr. Bao asked me to prepare it. He said that you should go downstairs to find him after you have a good rest."
Zheng Yaoyang picked up the lemonade and sipped it, the hangover soup last night and the honey lemonade today.
It really made his stomach feel better, and it also made him feel hungry, after all, he had vomited everything.
In the dining room of the reception room, Bao Yugang was wearing reading glasses and looking down at today's newspaper.
A group of people not far away were observing carefully and did not dare to approach and strike up a conversation for fear of upsetting Bao Yugang.
Zheng Yaoyang came down the stairs and happened to see the scene. He couldn't help laughing. It was in sharp contrast to the so-called enthusiasm last night.
Perhaps those who don’t know are fearless. Because of ignorance, they are unscrupulous.
Hearing the footsteps, grandpa raised his eyes and said with a smile: "Let's have some porridge and go worship the mountain in the afternoon."
Although his father died in Xiangjiang, he was buried in Mingzhou. The concept of returning to one's roots has been passed down for thousands of years, and he also hopes to be buried in Mingzhou in the future.
Zheng Yaoyang nodded and quickly finished his lunch. It was not a rich meal, but it was a solid lunch.
In the afternoon, the grandfather and grandson went to the Bao family's ancestral grave, which is located on a beautiful hillside.
Grandpa introduced the ancestors from the 18th generation to the 1st generation, pointing to the monument and said: "The old people in the village said that we are still the descendants of Bao Zheng and Bao Qingtian."
Zheng Yaoyang was stunned: "Real or false?"
Grandpa smiled lightly: "My father and I came back to the mainland for the first time in 1978, and they only told us about it the following year."
Zheng Yaoyang laughed: "No wonder, Li Shimin also said that they are descendants of Li Er."
Grandpa glared and walked to two monuments, one with words and one without words.
The ones with inscriptions were clean and tidy, while the ones without inscriptions were overgrown with weeds. He looked at the inscriptions with his eyes full of nostalgia: "This is the tomb of my father and your great-grandfather."
Zheng Yaoyang nodded, picked up the prepared tributes and incense, and knelt in front of the monument to burn incense and make offerings.
Grandpa also knelt in front of the monument to burn incense and make offerings. He knelt for a long time and probably had a lot to say to his father.
Until he stood up, Zheng Yaoyang found that there was still a piece of incense in his luggage, and looked at the wordless tablet: "Grandpa, whose is this?"
Grandpa smiled and said, "This is mine. You have to remember it clearly so that you don't know where it is when you visit the grave in the future."
He picked up the hoe and sickle from the assistant's hand and handed them to Zheng Yaoyang: "Clean it up, I can only leave this task to you."
Zheng Yaoyang understood.
Chaoshan also has this tradition, in which living people prepare graves for themselves in advance, which are called living temples.
Before the owner is buried, only immediate family members can clean and worship the owner every year.