Chapter 254: Yang Zhiyong (monthly ticket plus update)
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Chapter 254 Yang Zhiyong (monthly ticket plus update)
Seeing that Han Songlin was confused, Liu Yuyan explained: "Yang Zhiyong is the one who built this road!"
Yang Xiufang said dissatisfiedly to Liu Yuyan: "Why are you so big or small, you have to call uncle!"
Liu Yuyan rolled her eyes: "The impression is gone, what is it called!"
Every day, I hear that there is such an uncle, but no one has seen it.
Based on this, is there or is it not?
Liu Mingcheng: "Okay, what's the fuss about?"
Follow the cement road and arrive at Yang's house.
"Xiufang is back!"
"Hey, Xiufang's son-in-law is here too!"
"I heard that her son-in-law is very rich?"
"Yes, we are the richest man in the orchestra."
"What about Yang Zhiyong?"
One person thought for a while, and said seriously: "I'm afraid he is richer than Yang Zhiyong!"
"I don't see it right, look at the car he drives, it's much worse than Yang Zhiyong's."
"It seems so!"
The corner of Han Songlin's mouth twitched slightly, and he followed Yang Xiufang and Liu Yuyan to meet the elders of the Yang family. Anyway, whatever Liu Yuyan's name was, Han Songlin would just follow suit.
Today, Han Songlin just treats himself as a tool man.
Han Songlin was helpless to hear everyone's discussion.
Let’s talk about it, maybe it can’t be so loud, I heard it all.
Liu Yuyan gently held Han Songlin's hand, and said in a low voice, "That's how people in the village are!"
When it comes to gossip, rural women are no worse than women in urban office buildings.
Whoever has something in ten miles and eight townships, it will spread throughout the world in less than two days.
Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, this is true, there is nothing wrong with it.
Han Songlin patted Liu Yuyan's hand lightly, and said with a smile, "Okay, how can I not know? Don't you like gossip?"
Liu Yuyan refuses to follow, gossip on her own!
That’s right, it’s because they chatted, I just heard a few words.
"Grandpa!"
Han Songlin watched an old man come out of the main room. It seemed that the old man was in good health, and he walked steadily without help.
Ninety-year-old man can still have such a good body, which is considered good.
"Good! Is this a pine forest?"
Han Songlin: "Grandpa, I'm Han Songlin!"
The old man took Han Songlin's hand, looked at him with cloudy eyes, and said yes repeatedly.
"Dad, look, this is your great-granddaughter Han Yufei, this is Han Yumeng, and the older one is Han Ting! Come on, call me grandpa."
"Grandpa!"
"Okay, come on, my grandpa will give you sweets!" As he spoke, he took something out of his pocket.
Big white rabbit toffee!
haven't seen you for a long time.
After meeting the old birthday star, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan left the hall after having a conversation with them.
Many relatives and friends came to the Yang family today, so the first thing to do here is naturally to see the old birthday star.
Liu Mingcheng brought the wine in, saying it was a gift from Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan.
also gave a big red envelope.
The relationship between people, Liu Mingcheng and Yang Xiufang, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan are naturally happy and relaxed.
Liu Yuyan seemed to remember something: "I remember, there seems to be a mountain spring behind here, the water is very good, and it tastes sweet!"
Han Songlin doubted: "Are you sure, the water will taste sweet?"
There is no sugar in the water, so how could it be sweet?
Liu Yuyan also seemed to realize that she was wrong: "Anyway, it feels very sweet!"
The memories of childhood have not come for a long time, so Liu Yuyan doesn't remember clearly.
So, when Liu Yuyan brought Han Songlin to the place, what he saw was a stone wall, and under the stone wall, there was a stone depression made artificially.
At this time, there is no water in the stone depression, only withered yellow bamboo leaves.
The stone depression has deep man-made traces and looks very round. It is obvious that when scooping water, the water ladle and the stone surface are in contact for a long time, and it is slowly formed.
"This, is the mountain spring you mentioned?"
"I remember, there is water here! A group of us children are still washing sweet potatoes here!" Liu Yuyan was a little entangled, because there was water in his memory, and it was very cool, and the water was delicious.
In this stone pool, there is also this ladle.
It is convenient for people to fetch water and the like.
Han Songlin couldn't help but patted Liu Yuyan's small forehead: "You, you are really a little fool!"
The sweet potato in Liu Yuyan's mouth is the local name of Lechi; the scientific name of this thing is Diguo, a vine that grows in wasteland, grass slopes, and rock crevices.
Di fruit is divided into two types. On the local side of Lechi, it is simply divided into male and female.
The inside of the common fruit is black, it cannot be eaten, it is said to be poisonous!
Han Songlin has never eaten it, and it is not clear whether it is poisonous or not.
Ermudi fruit, when ripe, the outer skin turns red, and the inner flesh is orange-yellow, and it tastes sweet.
The ripening season of ground fruit is in summer, in July.
Liu Yuyan glared at Han Songlin and gritted her teeth for a while, thinking whether to bite him, but said she was stupid!
"Obviously, there is only water here in summer! This water is soaked from the cracks in the stones, um, it should come out from here."
Han Songlin easily found a crack in the stone wall.
The stone wall is very flat. In the past, this place must have been a quarry.
"Isn't there in winter?" Liu Yuyan was so disappointed that she wanted to bring Han Songlin to find her childhood memories.
Han Songlin: "The facts are in front of us!"
Liu Yuyan took Han Songlin to other places, and Han Songlin found a very interesting point. It seems that everyone's economic conditions in Yangjia Village are good.
Many families have already built small two-story buildings, and cement roads are in front of every house.
Let’s not talk about the cement road.
Let’s just talk about this building. In the countryside of Shuchuan in the 1990s, there were still many houses with earthen walls.
There are also older houses like before, with stone slabs as walls and bamboo weaving covered with mud.
The worst thing here is also a brick house.
I haven’t seen any other industries, so how do you make money?
Han Songlin couldn't help thinking of Yang Zhiyong.
"Do you know what your uncle Yang Zhiyong does?" Han Songlin became curious.
Those who can give back to their hometown are generally not too bad.
At this time, Han Songlin suddenly wanted to know Yang Zhiyong.
Liu Yuyan: "I don't know, it seems to be doing business in Rongcheng!"
For Liu Yuyan, she really doesn't care what happens to other people.
In her mind, apart from Han Songlin and the children, only her parents and relatives were on her mind.
Han Songlin is not in a hurry, it is still early, and he will naturally have a chance to meet him later.
Actually, the chance to get acquainted came very early.
Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan walked around the village and came back, and they were introduced by Yang Xiuying.
"Song Lin, this is your Uncle Yong!"
Yang Zhiyong looks in his forties, but his actual age should be older.
Wearing a leather jacket, very popular in this day and age.
Han Songlin smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Uncle Yong, I am Han Songlin!"
"Hello, hello." Yang Zhiyong didn't know what Han Songlin was called.
In terms of money, he is naturally inferior to Han Songlin.
Han Songlin is quite famous throughout Shuchuan.
(end of this chapter)
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Chapter 254 Yang Zhiyong (monthly ticket plus update)
Seeing that Han Songlin was confused, Liu Yuyan explained: "Yang Zhiyong is the one who built this road!"
Yang Xiufang said dissatisfiedly to Liu Yuyan: "Why are you so big or small, you have to call uncle!"
Liu Yuyan rolled her eyes: "The impression is gone, what is it called!"
Every day, I hear that there is such an uncle, but no one has seen it.
Based on this, is there or is it not?
Liu Mingcheng: "Okay, what's the fuss about?"
Follow the cement road and arrive at Yang's house.
"Xiufang is back!"
"Hey, Xiufang's son-in-law is here too!"
"I heard that her son-in-law is very rich?"
"Yes, we are the richest man in the orchestra."
"What about Yang Zhiyong?"
One person thought for a while, and said seriously: "I'm afraid he is richer than Yang Zhiyong!"
"I don't see it right, look at the car he drives, it's much worse than Yang Zhiyong's."
"It seems so!"
The corner of Han Songlin's mouth twitched slightly, and he followed Yang Xiufang and Liu Yuyan to meet the elders of the Yang family. Anyway, whatever Liu Yuyan's name was, Han Songlin would just follow suit.
Today, Han Songlin just treats himself as a tool man.
Han Songlin was helpless to hear everyone's discussion.
Let’s talk about it, maybe it can’t be so loud, I heard it all.
Liu Yuyan gently held Han Songlin's hand, and said in a low voice, "That's how people in the village are!"
When it comes to gossip, rural women are no worse than women in urban office buildings.
Whoever has something in ten miles and eight townships, it will spread throughout the world in less than two days.
Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, this is true, there is nothing wrong with it.
Han Songlin patted Liu Yuyan's hand lightly, and said with a smile, "Okay, how can I not know? Don't you like gossip?"
Liu Yuyan refuses to follow, gossip on her own!
That’s right, it’s because they chatted, I just heard a few words.
"Grandpa!"
Han Songlin watched an old man come out of the main room. It seemed that the old man was in good health, and he walked steadily without help.
Ninety-year-old man can still have such a good body, which is considered good.
"Good! Is this a pine forest?"
Han Songlin: "Grandpa, I'm Han Songlin!"
The old man took Han Songlin's hand, looked at him with cloudy eyes, and said yes repeatedly.
"Dad, look, this is your great-granddaughter Han Yufei, this is Han Yumeng, and the older one is Han Ting! Come on, call me grandpa."
"Grandpa!"
"Okay, come on, my grandpa will give you sweets!" As he spoke, he took something out of his pocket.
Big white rabbit toffee!
haven't seen you for a long time.
After meeting the old birthday star, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan left the hall after having a conversation with them.
Many relatives and friends came to the Yang family today, so the first thing to do here is naturally to see the old birthday star.
Liu Mingcheng brought the wine in, saying it was a gift from Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan.
also gave a big red envelope.
The relationship between people, Liu Mingcheng and Yang Xiufang, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan are naturally happy and relaxed.
Liu Yuyan seemed to remember something: "I remember, there seems to be a mountain spring behind here, the water is very good, and it tastes sweet!"
Han Songlin doubted: "Are you sure, the water will taste sweet?"
There is no sugar in the water, so how could it be sweet?
Liu Yuyan also seemed to realize that she was wrong: "Anyway, it feels very sweet!"
The memories of childhood have not come for a long time, so Liu Yuyan doesn't remember clearly.
So, when Liu Yuyan brought Han Songlin to the place, what he saw was a stone wall, and under the stone wall, there was a stone depression made artificially.
At this time, there is no water in the stone depression, only withered yellow bamboo leaves.
The stone depression has deep man-made traces and looks very round. It is obvious that when scooping water, the water ladle and the stone surface are in contact for a long time, and it is slowly formed.
"This, is the mountain spring you mentioned?"
"I remember, there is water here! A group of us children are still washing sweet potatoes here!" Liu Yuyan was a little entangled, because there was water in his memory, and it was very cool, and the water was delicious.
In this stone pool, there is also this ladle.
It is convenient for people to fetch water and the like.
Han Songlin couldn't help but patted Liu Yuyan's small forehead: "You, you are really a little fool!"
The sweet potato in Liu Yuyan's mouth is the local name of Lechi; the scientific name of this thing is Diguo, a vine that grows in wasteland, grass slopes, and rock crevices.
Di fruit is divided into two types. On the local side of Lechi, it is simply divided into male and female.
The inside of the common fruit is black, it cannot be eaten, it is said to be poisonous!
Han Songlin has never eaten it, and it is not clear whether it is poisonous or not.
Ermudi fruit, when ripe, the outer skin turns red, and the inner flesh is orange-yellow, and it tastes sweet.
The ripening season of ground fruit is in summer, in July.
Liu Yuyan glared at Han Songlin and gritted her teeth for a while, thinking whether to bite him, but said she was stupid!
"Obviously, there is only water here in summer! This water is soaked from the cracks in the stones, um, it should come out from here."
Han Songlin easily found a crack in the stone wall.
The stone wall is very flat. In the past, this place must have been a quarry.
"Isn't there in winter?" Liu Yuyan was so disappointed that she wanted to bring Han Songlin to find her childhood memories.
Han Songlin: "The facts are in front of us!"
Liu Yuyan took Han Songlin to other places, and Han Songlin found a very interesting point. It seems that everyone's economic conditions in Yangjia Village are good.
Many families have already built small two-story buildings, and cement roads are in front of every house.
Let’s not talk about the cement road.
Let’s just talk about this building. In the countryside of Shuchuan in the 1990s, there were still many houses with earthen walls.
There are also older houses like before, with stone slabs as walls and bamboo weaving covered with mud.
The worst thing here is also a brick house.
I haven’t seen any other industries, so how do you make money?
Han Songlin couldn't help thinking of Yang Zhiyong.
"Do you know what your uncle Yang Zhiyong does?" Han Songlin became curious.
Those who can give back to their hometown are generally not too bad.
At this time, Han Songlin suddenly wanted to know Yang Zhiyong.
Liu Yuyan: "I don't know, it seems to be doing business in Rongcheng!"
For Liu Yuyan, she really doesn't care what happens to other people.
In her mind, apart from Han Songlin and the children, only her parents and relatives were on her mind.
Han Songlin is not in a hurry, it is still early, and he will naturally have a chance to meet him later.
Actually, the chance to get acquainted came very early.
Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan walked around the village and came back, and they were introduced by Yang Xiuying.
"Song Lin, this is your Uncle Yong!"
Yang Zhiyong looks in his forties, but his actual age should be older.
Wearing a leather jacket, very popular in this day and age.
Han Songlin smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Uncle Yong, I am Han Songlin!"
"Hello, hello." Yang Zhiyong didn't know what Han Songlin was called.
In terms of money, he is naturally inferior to Han Songlin.
Han Songlin is quite famous throughout Shuchuan.
(end of this chapter)
Chapter 254 Yang Zhiyong monthly ticket plus updateSeeing that Han Songlin was confused, Liu Yuyan explained: "Yang Zhiyong is the one who built this road!"Yang Xiufang said dissatisfiedly to Liu Yuyan: "Why are you so big or small, you have to call uncle!"Liu Yuyan rolled her eyes: "The impression is gone, what is it called!"Every day, I hear that there is such an uncle, but no one has seen it.Based on this, is there or is it not?Liu Mingcheng: "Okay, what's the fuss about?"Follow the cement road and arrive at Yang's house. "Xiufang is back!" "Hey, Xiufang's son-in-law is here too!" "I heard that her son-in-law is very rich?" "Yes, we are the richest man in the orchestra." "What about Yang Zhiyong?" One person thought for a while, and said seriously: "I'm afraid he is richer than Yang Zhiyong!" "I don't see it right, look at the car he drives, it's much worse than Yang Zhiyong's." "It seems so!"The corner of Han Songlin's mouth twitched slightly, and he followed Yang Xiufang and Liu Yuyan to meet the elders of the Yang family. Anyway, whatever Liu Yuyan's name was, Han Songlin would just follow suit.Today, Han Songlin just treats himself as a tool man.Han Songlin was helpless to hear everyone's discussion.Let's talk about it, maybe it can't be so loud, I heard it all.Liu Yuyan gently held Han Songlin's hand, and said in a low voice, "That's how people in the village are!" When it comes to gossip, rural women are no worse than women in urban office buildings.Whoever has something in ten miles and eight townships, it will spread throughout the world in less than two days.Good things don't go out, bad things spread thousands of miles, this is true, there is nothing wrong with it.Han Songlin patted Liu Yuyan's hand lightly, and said with a smile, "Okay, how can I not know? Don't you like gossip?" Liu Yuyan refuses to follow, gossip on her own!That's right, it's because they chatted, I just heard a few words. "Grandpa!"Han Songlin watched an old man come out of the main room. It seemed that the old man was in good health, and he walked steadily without help.Ninety-year-old man can still have such a good body, which is considered good. "Good! Is this a pine forest?"Han Songlin: "Grandpa, I'm Han Songlin!"The old man took Han Songlin's hand, looked at him with cloudy eyes, and said yes repeatedly. "Dad, look, this is your great-granddaughter Han Yufei, this is Han Yumeng, and the older one is Han Ting! Come on, call me grandpa." "Grandpa!" "Okay, come on, my grandpa will give you sweets!" As he spoke, he took something out of his pocket.Big white rabbit toffee! haven't seen you for a long time. After meeting the old birthday star, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan left the hall after having a conversation with them.Many relatives and friends came to the Yang family today, so the first thing to do here is naturally to see the old birthday star.Liu Mingcheng brought the wine in, saying it was a gift from Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan. also gave a big red envelope. The relationship between people, Liu Mingcheng and Yang Xiufang, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan are naturally happy and relaxed.Liu Yuyan seemed to remember something: "I remember, there seems to be a mountain spring behind here, the water is very good, and it tastes sweet!"Han Songlin doubted: "Are you sure, the water will taste sweet?"There is no sugar in the water, so how could it be sweet? Liu Yuyan also seemed to realize that she was wrong: "Anyway, it feels very sweet!"The memories of childhood have not come for a long time, so Liu Yuyan doesn't remember clearly.So, when Liu Yuyan brought Han Songlin to the place, what he saw was a stone wall, and under the stone wall, there was a stone depression made artificially.At this time, there is no water in the stone depression, only withered yellow bamboo leaves.The stone depression has deep man-made traces and looks very round. It is obvious that when scooping water, the water ladle and the stone surface are in contact for a long time, and it is slowly formed. "This, is the mountain spring you mentioned?" "I remember, there is water here! A group of us children are still washing sweet potatoes here!" Liu Yuyan was a little entangled, because there was water in his memory, and it was very cool, and the water was delicious.In this stone pool, there is also this ladle.It is convenient for people to fetch water and the like.Han Songlin couldn't help but patted Liu Yuyan's small forehead: "You, you are really a little fool!"The sweet potato in Liu Yuyan's mouth is the local name of Lechi; the scientific name of this thing is Diguo, a vine that grows in wasteland, grass slopes, and rock crevices.Di fruit is divided into two types. On the local side of Lechi, it is simply divided into male and female.The inside of the common fruit is black, it cannot be eaten, it is said to be poisonous!Han Songlin has never eaten it, and it is not clear whether it is poisonous or not. Ermudi fruit, when ripe, the outer skin turns red, and the inner flesh is orange-yellow, and it tastes sweet.The ripening season of ground fruit is in summer, in July.Liu Yuyan glared at Han Songlin and gritted her teeth for a while, thinking whether to bite him, but said she was stupid! "Obviously, there is only water here in summer! This water is soaked from the cracks in the stones, um, it should come out from here."Han Songlin easily found a crack in the stone wall.The stone wall is very flat. In the past, this place must have been a quarry. "Isn't there in winter?" Liu Yuyan was so disappointed that she wanted to bring Han Songlin to find her childhood memories.Han Songlin: "The facts are in front of us!"Liu Yuyan took Han Songlin to other places, and Han Songlin found a very interesting point. It seems that everyone's economic conditions in Yangjia Village are good.Many families have already built small two-story buildings, and cement roads are in front of every house.Let's not talk about the cement road. Let's just talk about this building. In the countryside of Shuchuan in the 1990s, there were still many houses with earthen walls. There are also older houses like before, with stone slabs as walls and bamboo weaving covered with mud.The worst thing here is also a brick house. I haven't seen any other industries, so how do you make money?Han Songlin couldn't help thinking of Yang Zhiyong. "Do you know what your uncle Yang Zhiyong does?" Han Songlin became curious.Those who can give back to their hometown are generally not too bad.At this time, Han Songlin suddenly wanted to know Yang Zhiyong.Liu Yuyan: "I don't know, it seems to be doing business in Rongcheng!"For Liu Yuyan, she really doesn't care what happens to other people.In her mind, apart from Han Songlin and the children, only her parents and relatives were on her mind.Han Songlin is not in a hurry, it is still early, and he will naturally have a chance to meet him later.Actually, the chance to get acquainted came very early.Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan walked around the village and came back, and they were introduced by Yang Xiuying. "Song Lin, this is your Uncle Yong!"Yang Zhiyong looks in his forties, but his actual age should be older. Wearing a leather jacket, very popular in this day and age.Han Songlin smiled and stretched out his hand: "Hello, Uncle Yong, I am Han Songlin!" "Hello, hello." Yang Zhiyong didn't know what Han Songlin was called. In terms of money, he is naturally inferior to Han Songlin.Han Songlin is quite famous throughout Shuchuan.end of this chapter
