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Chapter three hundred and forty fourth memorial

Compared with Chen Zhiyong's return to the village, Li Jianhui and Chen Xinyi's return to Shiqiao Village was relatively peaceful. After all, he had not lived here since he was a child, and his father had passed away, so the relationship was naturally much weaker.

And unlike Chen Zhiyong, who informed his younger siblings in advance that he was coming back, Li Jianhui did not notify his second aunt in the village before returning.

Originally, Chen Zhiyong was planning to accompany Li Jianhui and Chen Xinyi to Shiqiao Village to pay homage to Li Minglin, but because there was a banquet to be held today, Li Jianhui and Chen Xinyi returned to Shiqiao Village in a low-key manner accompanied by the town officials.

Perhaps they arrived earlier. Li Xiuli and her husband were not at home at this time. They were probably still working in the fields and had not returned.

Seeing this, Li Jianhui said: "Director Liu, I wonder if you know where my father's grave is. Xinyi and I will go and pay our respects first."

Before Li Jianhui came back, the commune had made preparations in this regard. Liu Wenjie, as the person accompanying Li Jianhui and others this time, naturally knew about it.

As soon as Li Jianhui finished speaking, he immediately said: "Mr. Li, I was present when Mr. Li was buried. I will take you there right now."

Li Jianhui and Li Jianhui, who were carrying sacrificial paper money and firecrackers, followed Liu Wenjie for nearly ten minutes and arrived at a rather grand cemetery. Looking at the words on the tombstone, Li Jianhui knew that they had arrived at their destination.

In front of Li Minglin's tomb, Li Jianhui didn't know what to say for a moment. He couldn't figure out whether he had traveled through time and occupied a body that had just died, or whether he had awakened the memory of his previous life because of the poor quality of Meng Po soup.

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He was extremely unfamiliar with Li Minglin. Whether it was the memory of his previous life or the memory of this life, except for Liu Xiaojuan's mention in his ears and a few photos, he had no impression of him.

After laying out the prepared sacrifices, lighting incense candles and paper money, Li Jianhui said: "Dad, your wish to return to your hometown has been fulfilled, and the eldest brother has been married and the child is about to be born.

I even have a son and two daughters here. Their bodies are filled with the blood of the Li family, and the Li family now has successors.

This person next to you is the wife you have chosen for me. I have married her back now, and I have given you a lovely granddaughter. She also came here specifically to see you today."

"Dad, although I have never seen you in my memory, I hear my dad mention you often, and I am very happy to be Jianhui's wife.

Shuyan is still too young, and the road from the city to here is too bumpy, so we can't come back. Next time we come back, we will definitely let Shuyan come to see you.

If you, Lao Quan, know better, please give your daughter-in-law more blessings to give birth to a boy for the Li family in the next child."

Liu Wenjie remained calm on his face, but he was filled with emotion in his heart. The information showed that Li Jianhui had a group of wives and concubines, and four of them were already in a relationship.

That's it. Listening to Chen Xinyi's words, she didn't show any dissatisfaction and hoped to save Li Jianhui's son.

While complaining about this abominable capitalism, my heart is also full of envy. No man wants to hug him from left to right.

After Li Jianhui lit the firecracker fuse, the sound of firecrackers resounded throughout Shiqiao Village. Many villagers who were working in the fields stopped what they were doing, wondering whose family was setting off the firecrackers at this time.

Due to economic conditions, only red and white celebrations are held in Shiqiao Village. Qingming ancestor worship usually only requires a little fruit and paper money. Except for a few wealthy families, they currently do not use firecrackers during the New Year.

At this time, firecrackers suddenly went off, causing some people to wonder if the old man in the village had suddenly left.

It is not surprising that these villagers have this idea. Even if the villagers go out to work, it is impossible for them to go home to worship their ancestors and set off firecrackers during the Spring Festival or Qingming Festival, as it is today.

And because he was walking, Li Jianhui didn't have many firecrackers this time, only 5,000 in a row.

Although it took longer than those hundreds of ringings, it didn't last long enough to make these villagers have some bad suspicions.

If he had kept setting off firecrackers for ten minutes or even half an hour, the villagers would not have this idea.

In addition, it was already past ten o'clock, and the sun was gradually emitting its own power, so that some villagers in the fields simply stopped what they were doing and headed home to find out what was going on.

As a result, Li Jianhui and the others had not walked far from the cemetery when they met a middle-aged woman carrying a basket of sweet potato vines on her back.

She obviously knew Liu Wenjie, she just heard her say: "Director Liu, why are you free to come to our village today?"

"Sister Luo, I came here today as a task given by the government. Let me introduce you. This is Li Jianhui. The person next to him is his wife Li Chen Xinyi. Li Jianhui's father is Li Minglin."

When Sister Luo heard this, she realized that this was Rich Man Li from Xiangjiang. She didn't expect him to be so young.

She also heard something about Li Jianhui. The primary school in the village was built with money donated by Li Jianhui, and she also heard that the renovation of Taiping Middle School was also funded by Li Jianhui.

Anyway, there is a widespread rumor in the village that Li Jianhui is a figure like Shen Wansan in Xiangjiang. It is said that he is as rich as anyone in the country.

Liu Wenjie also did not forget to introduce the elder sister Luo to Li Jianhui and Li Jianhui. Her name was Luo Biqing, and her husband Li Jianbo was one of the only teachers in the village.

During this period, village primary schools should not think about dividing science and education, and don't think about other music, art and other courses. Village primary school students will learn two things, Chinese and mathematics, and one teacher will lead one class, and Chinese and mathematics will be taught by one person.

Because the two parties were not familiar with each other, they just said hello briefly, and then listened to Liu Wenjie and Sister Luo talk about the situation of the village primary school.

Not to mention the treatment of teachers in this era, especially for teachers in rural primary schools, it is simply impossible for one person to support his family by teaching.

Although it sounded quite touching, Li Jianhui had no way to solve this problem. After all, this treatment was not decided by him.

To change this situation, the local economy still needs to develop itself. Only when the local finances are rich can the benefits be improved.

He can donate money to repair the school, or he can donate money to buy desks, chairs and teaching supplies for the school, but he cannot give funds to these teachers. After all, the nature of this is completely different.

When they returned to Li Xiuli's house, the door was still locked, and Li Jianhui, Chen Xinyi and Liu Wenjie found a shady place to wait.

"Mr. Li, you don't have to pay attention to what Sister Luo said. Although most of the villagers are still not rich, they are at least able to have enough to eat. This is much better than eating from a big pot a few years ago."

"Don't worry, Mr. Liu. I believe that life will gradually get better in the future. Although it is rare to have a meal of meat in a month now, in 20 or 30 years, every household will be able to afford meat every day.

As a descendant of Shiqiao Village, I should also make some contributions to the village, at least to ensure the nutrition of the children in our village."

Liu Wenjie expressed his gratitude to Li Jianhui repeatedly. He knew Li Jianhui's strength very well. If Li Jianhui said this today, it won't be long before the lives of the children in the village will be greatly improved.

Chen Xinyi feels that Li Jianhui is just a money-splitting boy when he comes back this time, and he will plunder money wherever he goes. However, he also supports this. Compared with Xiangjiang, the conditions here are really bad.

Last year, the Xin Jian Charitable Foundation donated HK$500 million to ASEAN, and this year it plans to donate the same amount of HK$500 million.

Relatively speaking, I didn’t donate too much this time. The only donations that were a little larger were to highways and a few universities. This was just this time, and I won’t donate every year.


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