Chapter 254: Yang Zhiyong

Seeing that Han Songlin was confused, Liu Yuyan explained, 'Yang Zhiyong is the one who built this road!'

Yang Xiufang said discontentedly to Liu Yuyan, "How can you be so rude? You have to call him uncle!'

Liu Yuyan rolled her eyes, "I don't even remember him, why would I call him?'

Day after day, they heard about this uncle, but they had never met him.

So, was he there or not?

Liu Mingcheng said, 'Okay, what's the point of arguing?'

They followed the concrete road and arrived at the Yang family.

'Xiufang is back!'

'Hey, Xiufang's son-in-law is here too!'

'I heard that her son-in-law is very rich?'

'Yes, he is the richest man in our town.'

'How does he compare to Yang Zhiyong?'

One person thought for a moment and said with a serious face, 'I'm afraid he's richer than Yang Zhiyong!'

'I don't think so. Look at the car he drives, it's much worse than Yang Zhiyong's.'

'Seems like it!'

Han Songlin's mouth twitched slightly, and he followed Yang Xiufang and Liu Yuyan to meet the Yang family elders. Anyway, Liu Yuyan called out whatever she called out, and Han Songlin just followed suit.

Today, Han Songlin would just treat himself as a tool.

But when he heard the murmurs of the others, he felt very helpless.

Let them talk, but maybe they shouldn't be so loud, I heard everything.

Liu Yuyan gently took Han Songlin's hand and whispered, 'That's just how people in the village are!'

When it comes to gossip, rural women are no worse than the women in city office buildings.

If something happens in any household in the surrounding villages and towns, it will spread within two days.

Good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels a thousand miles.

Han Songlin patted Liu Yuyan's hand and laughed, 'Come on, I know all about it. You like gossip, don't you?'

Liu Yuyan refused, 'I'm not the one gossiping!'

Yes, it's just that they were chatting and I overheard a few words.

'Grandpa!'

Han Songlin saw an old man come out of the main room. It seemed that the old man was in good health and could walk steadily without support.

It was already considered good that a ninety-year-old man could still have such good health.

'Yes, yes! This is Songlin, isn't it?'

Han Songlin: 'Hello, Grandpa, I'm Han Songlin!'

The old man took Han Songlin's hand, looked at him with cloudy eyes, and kept saying "yes".

'Dad, look, this is your great-granddaughter Han Yufei, this is Han Yumeng, and the older one is Han Ting! Come, call Tai-grandpa.'

'Tai-grandpa!'

'Good, good, come on, your great-grandfather will give you some candy!' While saying this, he rummaged in his pockets.

White Rabbit milk candy!

Long time no see.

After paying their respects to the birthday boy, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan chatted for a while before leaving the main room.

There were quite a few relatives and friends from the Yang family today, and the first thing they did was of course pay their respects to the birthday boy.

Liu Mingcheng brought in the wine, saying that it was a gift from Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan.

He also gave a big red envelope.

With Liu Mingcheng and Yang Xiufang taking care of the interpersonal relationships, Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan naturally felt at ease.

Liu Yuyan seemed to remember something: 'I remember that there is a mountain spring behind here, with very good water that tastes sweet!'

Han Songlin doubted, 'Are you sure the water tastes sweet?'

There is no sugar in the water, so how could it be sweet?

Liu Yuyan seemed to realise that she had made a mistake, 'Anyway, it feels very sweet!'

Her childhood memories had not returned for a long time, so Liu Yuyan did not remember clearly.

So, when Liu Yuyan took Han Songlin to the place, what they saw was a stone wall, and at the bottom of the wall was a stone recess that had been artificially carved out.

At the moment, there was no water in the stone depression, only a full depression of withered yellow bamboo leaves.

The depression had deep man-made marks, and it looked very round. It was obvious that the depression had been formed over time by the water scoop coming into contact with the stone surface when scooping water.

'This is the mountain spring you were talking about?'

'I remember that there was definitely water here! We were a group of kids, and we even washed sweet potatoes here!' Liu Yuyan was a little confused. She clearly remembered that there was water here, and it was especially cool and delicious.

In the middle of this stone basin, there is also this water scoop.

It is convenient for people to get water and so on.

Han Songlin couldn't help but poke Liu Yuyan's little brain: 'You, you really are a little fool!'

The sweet potato in Liu Yuyan's mouth is the local name for the place; the scientific name for this thing is called the ground fruit, a kind of vine that grows in wastelands, grassy slopes, and among the cracks in rocks.

The ground fruit is divided into two types, and here in Lechi, they are simply divided into male and female.

The male ground fruit is black inside and cannot be eaten as it is said to be poisonous!

Han Songlin has never eaten it either, and he is not sure if it is actually poisonous.

The female ground fruit, when ripe, has a red outer skin and orange flesh with a sweet taste.

The ground fruit ripens in summer, in July.

Liu Yuyan glared at Han Songlin for a while, thinking about whether to bite him, but he said she was stupid!

'Obviously, there is only water here in the summer! This water seeps through the cracks in the rocks, and well, it should come out from here.'

Han Songlin easily found a crack in the stone wall.

The stone wall was very flat, and in the past, this must have been a quarry.

'In the winter, there isn't any?' Liu Yuyan was very disappointed. She wanted to bring Han Songlin here to find some childhood memories.

Han Songlin: 'The facts are right in front of you!'

Liu Yuyan took Han Songlin to look around elsewhere, and Han Songlin noticed an interesting point: it seems that everyone's financial situation is quite good in Yangjia Village.

Many families have already built two-storey buildings, and every household has a concrete road in front of the door.

Let's not talk about the concrete roads for now.

Let's just talk about the buildings. In the rural areas of Shuichuan in the 1990s, there were still many houses with earthen walls and the like.

There are also the older houses from before, with stone walls and bamboo-woven mud.

The worst here are also the brick and tile houses.

I don't see any other industries, so how did everyone make their money?

Han Songlin couldn't help but think of Yang Zhiyong.

'Do you know what your uncle Yang Zhiyong does?' Han Songlin was a little curious.

People who can give back to their hometowns are generally not too bad.

At this moment, Han Songlin suddenly wanted to get to know Yang Zhiyong.

Liu Yuyan said, 'I'm not sure, but I think he's doing business in Rongcheng!'

As for Liu Yuyan, she really didn't care what happened to other people.

In her heart, apart from Han Songlin and the children, the only other people she cared about were her parents and relatives.

Han Songlin was in no hurry, as it was still early, and there would naturally be opportunities to get to know each other later.

In fact, the opportunity to get to know each other came very early.

Han Songlin and Liu Yuyan were walking back from a tour of the village when Yang Xiuying introduced them.

'Songlin, this is your Uncle Yong!'

Yang Zhiyong looked to be in his forties, but was probably older.

He was wearing a leather jacket, which was very fashionable at the time.

Han Songlin smiled and extended his hand: 'Hello, Uncle Yong, I'm Han Songlin!'

'Hello,' Yang Zhiyong said, not quite sure what to call Han Songlin.

If it came to money, he naturally could not compare with Han Songlin.

Han Songlin was quite famous throughout Shu Chuan.