For the people in the entire mountain city, visiting relatives during the New Year has common topics for discussion and debate at the wine table and after dinner.

Well-informed people say that the prices offered to these people who got rich first are too low, which is tantamount to robbing.

Some wise people would not bother to refute that you bought a pot for six to seven yuan and sold it as scrap metal for two or three cents, but the pot is still the same pot, can it be the same?

Some experts from the perspective of regional economic group competition for hegemony raised their arms and shouted that the city should just give these enterprises to outstanding entrepreneurs for free.

The more money the city demands, the heavier the burden will be on these companies after acquiring the assets, which will make it harder for them to compete lightly in the national and even world markets.

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On the morning of the 29th of the twelfth lunar month, Ye Pingbai and his wife, Ye Pingju and his wife, Ye Zi, Ye Ying, as well as the four elderly people’s full-time doctors, caregivers, and drivers, a large group of people came to the Taohua Lake Scenic Area.

Then we took a boat to Wenjia Village and held a banquet in the new village of Wenjia Village.

Wenjiacun Xincunbuhe Village Nursing Home, Wen Ye's new house, and Lu Feifei's villa are all located halfway up Xiucai Mountain.

From that height to the lakeside one mile away, you can see the southern slope of Xiucai Mountain. The lush green woods wind all the way to the lakeside, and the scenery is beautiful.

This hill originally had no name, but in order to make it a scenic spot, it came up with a more pleasant name.

In the fall of this year, Wen Ye's family's new home was built, but no one lived on this mountainside at night, making it seem too lonely.

Wen Ye has spent money to buy the old village headquarters. The location of the old village headquarters is at the entrance of the mountain road entering Wenjia Village. It is located on a relatively high mountainside. Although the location is a bit too quiet, people in the village have to go there every day.

Passing by the gate and standing on the road at the gate, you can see at a glance most of the sixty or seventy households in the village.

And the nearest ones are less than a hundred meters away.

So Wen Ye's grandma has been reluctant to move, so Wen Ye didn't force her.

Because Wen Ye had explained his grandma's intention to the village before, after Ye Pingbai and his party arrived at Xiucai Mountain in the east, they did not come over to cause any suspicion.

Grandma Wen Ye was basking in the sun, while Zhao Changan and Wen Ye were sitting by the side, washing and choosing vegetables, preparing the ingredients for the New Year's Eve dinner.

At noon, the three of them made a pot of handmade noodles. Under Wen Ye's guidance, Zhao Changan used Tiger Fist to hit the dough one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine times, and then mixed it with mushrooms, eggs, and dried shrimps to make a pot of unparalleled noodles.

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"I was poor at that time, but my heart was not tired,——"

Grandma Wen Ye's childhood memories have been forgotten except for some relatively profound scenes, including things that happened in school when she was young.

However, he talks about the large-scale production of those years, recalling the hardships and remembering the sweetness, the big pot of rice, the big collective, and talks about it happily.

Zhao Changan and Wen Ye were commenting and chatting while listening.

For example, people are hungry, but the wooden door of the grain depot in the village is locked with a lock, and there is no one on duty at night. But people would rather go hungry than do anything wrong. People are so conscious.

Wen Ye and Zhao Changan looked at each other, and Zhao Changan deliberately said with a yearning look: "If you don't pick up things on the road and don't close your door at night, your heart will not be ancient!"

Grandma Wen Ye laughed happily when she heard it.

At around two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Changan received a call from his mother, asking if he had a classmate named Yu Yingming.

Zhao Changan was confused. He said he had such a classmate, but he couldn't remember it clearly. Why did he suddenly mention this matter?

Then Zhang Lishan asked again: "They said you know acupuncture and can revitalize vegetative people?"

"Mom, do you believe it?"

"Of course I don't believe it. They even showed me a newspaper. It was a small newspaper from an unknown place with a hard-to-remember name that your father knew. It said that it was a man named Zhao Changan who used silver needle acupuncture.

, brought a vegetative person back to life."

"Those qigong masters can even pick up objects from the air on newspapers and hunt cattle across mountains."

"That's right. I said they admitted their mistake and knelt in our house unable to get up. After trying to persuade them for a long time, I said they would let you go over and have a look when you come back, and then they left."

"Are you empty-handed?"

"There are some things, but we didn't collect them."

"That's right, Mom, this Yu Yingming, you may be a noble person who forgets things and only cares about work. Remember those gangsters who made trouble downstairs in the summer, -"

Zhao Changan hung up the phone, his face was not very good. If a person is shameless, he is invincible. They still have the face to open the door of his house?

"I asked Zhang Xiubing to find a few people to deal with it and give him a verbal warning."

Wen Ye suggested: "Look for the brother in the street where they live, otherwise these two old guys will disgust your family to death with the moral banner of saving their son."

"What the hell, where are their faces? Are their faces made of butts?"

Zhao Changan cursed angrily, not to mention that he would be disgusted in the future, even now he was almost disgusted to death.

At this time, he suddenly understood Wen Ye's insistence all along and why he wanted to use street punks like Qian Xiaoyong, Tang Xihan, Sun Le, and Zhang Xiubing.

Under the sun, you have to leave some room for darkness to survive, because sometimes you have to use a little darkness to temper the heat of the sun.

Just like this matter, if there is no darkness to temper this matter, these old people can disgust Zhao Changan and his parents to death.

Not rescuing someone is cold-blooded and ruthless, not rescuing someone in the face of death, and treating human life like a piece of grass.

If he pinches his nose and takes action, Zhao Changan will have to run back to Mingzhu-Shancheng at least once every half month.

If it doesn't work, it's because it's intentional, hypocritical, and vicious, like pricking Yu Yingming with a needle.

Yu Yingming's parents could even sue Zhao Changan for practicing medicine illegally and mutilating their son, demanding huge compensation.

If he is saved, tell me what happened to Zhao Changan?

He wanted to kill Yu Yingming and went to save him in a time-consuming and laborious manner. He was so nervous that he still ate enough to hold on!

In a word, does he owe them anything? He owes him something!

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At this time, in the sunshine at the gate, two beautiful women appeared, one was charming, the other was delicate and gentle, so pitiful and pitiful.

Leaf purple, leaf shadow.

Both women were holding gifts in their hands.

"What the hell!"

This time it was Wen Ye's turn to change his color. He couldn't hold it back and started swearing.

I originally wanted to have a relaxed and happy New Year, but it turned out that the Ye family's uninvited visit was disgusting. However, I wasn't disgusted enough here, and actually came to my door.

How could this not turn him off?

"Don't be like this, everyone here is a customer, and they are also our partners. This Chinese New Year must be festive and auspicious!"

Zhao Changan comforted Wen Ye, stood up and said with a smile: "Welcome Zhuo Zi's shareholder Xiao Zi to our place as a guest, it's really brilliant!"

One sentence sets the tone.
Chapter completed!