At two or three o'clock in the afternoon, Tang Xiaonan and the others arrived in Yuecheng. Tang Laifu's tractor stopped at the door of his house and he drove over.

"Mr. Xu, I'm sorry for you to take a tractor. The mountain road is not very good. You will hold it tightly in a while." Tang Baishan said politely.

"I often ride tractors when I go to the farm, so it feels comfortable to sit up." Mr. Xu smiled heartily and got into the car skillfully. He looked very skillful and did he often sit.

After everyone was seated, Tang Laifu started the car and drove towards Mopan Mountain.

"Uncle Xu, why did Grandpa Qi's family move?" Huo Jinzhi couldn't help asking.

Mr. Xu sighed and said the reason, "The Qi family used to live in a superior community, and most of the residents were white. Because Mr. Qi was a special professor at Harvard University at that time, and his status was very high, it was nothing to live in a superior community. But after Mr. Qi's accident, the Qi family was excluded and life was very inconvenient. The Qi family moved to their current address, which happened to be my neighbor."

"No foreigner is good." Zhang Manyue said angrily.

"There are good things, but many people look down on Chinese people." Mr. Xu smiled bitterly.

If his children hadn't come back alive, he and his wife would never stay abroad. No matter how good they are in foreign countries, they would not be as good as their hometown.

"Uncle Xu, are you still running a factory abroad?" Huo Jinzhi asked.

Mr. Xu shook his head, "I won't start a factory anymore. I'm investing now and I still have a farm."

He talked about the Qi family again, which was pretty good overall, but Mrs. Qi was not in good health because she missed her husband, but this was a heart disease. As long as she reunited with her husband, she would be very happy.

An hour later, when he arrived at Mopan Mountain, Mr. Xu felt uncomfortable. Although Mopan Mountain is beautiful and beautiful, it is really poor. Moreover, he heard that Mr. Qi had been here for several years and was even more sad.

The master that famous foreign schools are rushing to seek, but come back but herd cattle. It's really...

"Do you know Mr. Qi's reputation abroad? As long as he wants, the doors of any Ivy League schools will be open for him, alas!"

Mr. Xu kept shook his head and regretted Mr. Qi.

Although the Tang family didn't know what the Ivy was, they understood what Mr. Xu meant, which means that Mr. Qi was more awesome than they thought. Even foreigners who looked down on the Chinese were respectful to Mr. Qi. This was awesome.

No wonder the three grandsons were guided by Mr. Qi, and their grades improved rapidly. The granddaughter could still make a lot of money as compradors. The Tang family really had a ancestral tomb, so they arranged such a powerful person to their village.

I met Tang Pengzheng halfway through, and saw a strange face. I asked Tang Baishan. When I heard that there was news from Mr. Qi's house, I followed him.

But there is no one at home.

"I must have gone to the hillside over there to herd cattle. You guys are waiting here, I'll call people."

Tang Peng was talking and looking for someone, and Mr. Xu followed him immediately, "I'll go with you too."

The group climbed the mountain in a mighty manner, and finally saw the leisurely old man on a hillside. A few cows were eating grass while he leaned against the tree to read books, and the ingots were lying beside him, a painting of the quiet years.

Yuanbao heard the movement and ran over happily, shaking his tail and jumped up to let the owner touch his head, which was very excited.

Mr. Xu breathed a sigh of relief. Mr. Qi looked pretty good, with a red face and a strong body.
Chapter completed!