Chapter 286 Mr. Yang Returns Home to Visit His Relatives! [4]

Late night comes.

Yang Ming put on a coat and sat in front of the window for a long time.

When he returned to the bed and lay down to rest, he found that it was not a soft mattress, but a hard wooden bed. However, there were sheets underneath, soft sheets like ordinary train hard sleepers, so it was still more comfortable to lie down on. of.

I don’t know how long it took.

Yang Ming seemed to wake up suddenly.

He found that he was awakened not by the cold, but by a startle.

In that case, he didn't lie down to rest anymore. He got up and turned on the dim light. He looked out the window. Under the light, it seemed that it hadn't stopped raining outside, and it was still drizzling.

It's even colder in this weather.

Yang Ming couldn't sleep, so he didn't sleep again.

There was a voice outside the door.

Yang Ming opened the door and saw clearly that it was an aunt from the guest house.

"Mr. Yang, do you need any service?"

"Auntie, why don't you go and rest?"

Yang Ming asked strangely.

He didn't need anyone else to stay here all night, not to mention it was too cold outside.

"Our director asked me to be here. If you need any services, I will do it for you immediately."

Needless to say, Director Song, the person in charge of the guest house, must have asked them to do that.

Yang Ming could only say: "Auntie, bring me a pot of hot water. I want to soak my feet, and I'll bring you a cup of hot tea."

"Yes, Mr. Yang."

The female guest house employee stayed outside the door all night and was very bored. Now when she saw the light suddenly turned on in Mr. Yang's room, she thought something was wrong.

When the guest house aunt went to pour a pot of hot water for Yang Ming's feet, she came in.

And made a cup of tea.

"Mr. Yang, do you need any other services?"

"No need for the moment."

When the aunt was about to leave, Yang Ming took out 10 yuan of RMB and handed it to her and said: "Auntie, you don't need to tell Director Song about your hard work."

"Mr. Yang, I can't accept it."

At Yang Ming's insistence, the aunt still accepted the 10 yuan note.

She originally thought this was her job.

Guest house staff like her are usually very idle and rarely see other guests checking in. Over time, they will definitely be lazy and have a bad service attitude.

For them, this is an iron rice bowl job. If you do it seriously, you will only get a small amount of money. If you do not do it seriously, you will only get a small amount of money. Over time, outsiders will feel that the service attitude of the guest house staff is particularly poor.

Later, more and more hotels appeared in the country, most of which were privately owned. Hotels focused on service attitude and service level. Over time, guest houses like this original monopoly slowly disappeared, if not all of them closed down. Or only a small portion survives.

Tonight, this aunt did these things for Yang Ming, and Mr. Yang gave her 10 yuan, which made her very happy. She felt that her efforts were worth it.

Yang Ming tested the water temperature there and started soaking his feet. He drank the cup of hot tea and looked out the window. He still felt very good.

. . .

Time passed by minute by minute.

It's around six o'clock in the morning, and the window is getting brighter and brighter.

Azhu and Zhong Chuhong returned to the room last night. They did not take a shower and fell asleep when they lay down. They almost couldn't get up this morning, mainly because they were too tired from the car ride yesterday.

Now that they woke up, they hurriedly got up and prepared to serve Young Master Yang.

Unexpectedly, they found that Young Master Yang had already gotten up.

"Master, didn't you sleep last night?" Azhu looked at Yang Ming.

"I got up early."

After getting up now, Yang Ming asked them to pack their things.

After Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang and others also got up, they returned to the commune canteen for breakfast.

"Mr. Yang, did you sleep well last night?" Secretary Zhang asked hurriedly.

"Secretary Zhang, I slept well last night."

"That's good."

Secretary Zhang was worried all night, feeling that Mr. Yang might not be able to adapt to the conditions here.

Yang Ming, Yang Jirong and his wife, Lin Xiuzhi, Chen Bo, Song Shaoguang and others all packed up their things and left the guest house.

Before leaving, Yang Ming also gave 500 yuan to the director of the guest house, Director Song, as their accommodation fee and service fee last night. Director Song originally did not dare to accept it, but when he saw that Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang had nothing, , Director Song said: "Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, I will hand over to the finance department then."

Yang Ming and others left here and came to the dining hall.

A rich breakfast has been prepared in the dining hall here.

They just made it according to their best specifications, and there are more than ten kinds of patterns alone.

Yang Ming also simply ate some, not planning to stay any longer.

Get in the Rolls-Royce.

Chen Zhenhua said with some worry: "Boss, it rained lightly last night, and it is still raining now. I'm afraid that if the next journey is all dirt roads, it will be difficult to drive."

If you are on the hard-bottomed asphalt streets in Xiangjiang, you don’t have to worry about heavy rain.

It's different now.

Driving on a rainy day, even if it's just a light drizzle, can be troublesome.

Most importantly, he was worried about driving safety.

"Let's take a look first."

Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang's motorcade left here and continued northward with Yang Ming's motorcade.

After leaving Pingshan Town in Huidong, Yang Ming sat in the car and closed his eyes to relax.

When Yang Jirong and his wife saw their son's appearance, they were afraid that he had not slept well last night, so they did not disturb him.

This car also left the streets of Pingshan Town.

Along the way, it was still a cement road, and there were no problems.

When we were on the road to Andun Commune, there was a problem ahead. The road ahead was all dirt. Although there were not many vehicles, Mr. Shen and his team were leading the convoy. Several cars were stuck in the dirt and could not move forward.

At this time, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang got out of the car in the rain and hurriedly tried to find a solution. They found that they could not drive no matter how hard they tried.

Jeeps and Dongfeng cars like this are OK to drive, but ordinary cars with too low chassis have problems.

At this time, Mr. Shen could only come with an umbrella and said to Yang Ming: "Mr. Yang, the front and rear wheels of the car in front are all stuck in the dirt. We have to find a way to solve it first."

"No problem, let's wait."

It didn't take long for Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang to find a solution.

Many people came outside.

These people were men, women, young and old, and they were dressed very simply. They just learned that these convoys were stuck in the mud and could not get out because of the rain. Soon, some villagers went to call other villagers to help.

Some villagers held shovels, some held hoes, and some held other tools.

Those who didn't know thought that these villagers were going to do something.

At first, these villagers didn't know who was sitting in the car. In this era, it was rare to see a small car, let alone a luxury car.

These villagers might not know about Rolls-Royce, but they could tell that it was a very expensive small car.

"Mr. Yang, villagers from several nearby villages come to help." Mr. Shen came over and said.

Because many villagers took tools voluntarily, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang were still worried that Mr. Yang's family would be scared.

Yang Ming didn't continue to sit in the car. When he got out of the car, he picked up the umbrella that came with the Rolls-Royce and walked forward. He soon saw a group of young men and women in ordinary clothes trying to help the car in front.

They spoke in the local dialect, and Yang Ming couldn't understand most of it.

"Mr. Yang, they speak Hakka."

Hakka?

Yang Ming remembered that his father told him that he was also a Hakka.

The problem is that even Yang Ming's predecessor, because he had never heard of it, basically couldn't understand it now.

Chen Zhenhua was afraid that something might happen to his boss. When he saw Yang Ming go out, he hurriedly chased after him and held an umbrella for Yang Ming.

Yang Ming stood there, looking at those people. Not only were they dressed simply, but many of them were wearing patched clothes. The weather was very cold and it was drizzling. Some villagers were wearing too thin clothes and were shivering. They didn't seem to care about that. They worked together to move stones, shovel mud, dig out the water on the road, or help push out the cars that had collapsed.

They even helped to lift a car that weighed more than a ton.

This scene stunned Yang Ming.

Once upon a time, he hadn't seen such a scene for a long time in his previous life.

Now these villagers who didn't know each other came to help because Mr. Yang and his people passed by the nearby road and couldn't walk because the car collapsed.

Yang Jirong, who was still in the car, also got out of the car.

At this time, Xie Yan also held an umbrella to protect him from the rain.

"Peter, how is it?"

"Daddy, Mr. Shen said that the nearby villagers came to help. I just heard what the villagers said, but I couldn't understand. Mr. Shen spoke Hakka."

Hakka?

That means they are Hakka people.

I am a Hakka!

I speak Hakka!

At this moment, Yang Jirong was really excited.

There are also many Hakka people in Hong Kong, but most of them have already spoken Cantonese or English after immigrating there, and few people speak Hakka anymore.

When I came to this place, I didn't know where it was, but I heard that the villagers here spoke Hakka, so Yang Jirong knew that they were getting closer and closer to his hometown.

There were people speaking Hakka all around, and when I got to my hometown, almost all of them were Hakka people, and they all spoke Hakka.

At this moment, Yang Jirong was very excited, and he didn't even roll up his trousers, and went to the villagers in front.

When Yang Jirong came over, the villagers thought that the big man who led this time was Yang Jirong in front of them.

Yang Jirong said to them excitedly: "Thank you so much for your help. I am also a Hakka."

Yang Jirong has not spoken Hakka for a long time.

However, his accent remains unchanged.

He still speaks with some accents from his hometown.

When his accent came out, the villagers heard that it should be the accent of the Hakka people in Ziyang area.

"Sir, where are you from?"

"Longchuan, Tucheng, Laolong." Yang Jirong said excitedly.

Longchuan, Tucheng, Laolong are really not far from here. However, the straight-line distance is still hundreds of kilometers, and the road that goes around may be another two hundred kilometers.

Yang Jirong heard that the words spoken by these Hakka people here are still a little different from those in his hometown, but, just like everyone speaks Cantonese, he can basically understand them.

Yang Jirong chatted with the villagers enthusiastically, and the villagers responded while doing things.

. . .

When Yang Jirong came back, he said, "Peter, those villagers are really Hakka people from nearby, getting closer and closer to our hometown."

"Dad, these people are really nice and helpful."

"What do you think? In this era, villagers are still very nice." Yang Jirong said.

When all the cars in front passed this section of the road, Yang Ming certainly couldn't just leave.

Seeing these people brave the rain and cold to help.

Yang Ming, Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang shouted: "Mr. Shen, Secretary Zhang, I can't let them work in vain."

"Mr. Yang, this is what they should do." Mr. Shen said directly.

In the eyes of Mr. Shen and Secretary Zhang, this is normal. Even if these people did not come on their own initiative, he would let the team leader of the production team notify the nearby villagers to come.

In Yang Ming's view, it is not the case at all. Others have no obligation to help you on their own initiative.

"I am willing to give them some money."

"Mr. Yang, it's better not to. If you give them money, they will be unruly people." Secretary Zhang said directly.

They are really worried. If it is in the guesthouse or canteen, it is reasonable for Mr. Yang to give money, but if he gives money here, it will be different.

What they are most worried about is that the villagers will not be satisfied with the money, and they will want more, causing more trouble.

Yang Ming smiled and went directly to the crowd of villagers with Chen Zhenhua.

"Hello, my name is Yang Ming. I just came back from Hong Kong. The one who just chatted with you is my father Yang Jirong. My father went to Hong Kong to develop more than 20 years ago. He didn't have the opportunity to come back until now. I didn't expect to encounter this situation. Thanks to your help. However, I won't let you work in vain. I don't know what you need. If I can solve it."

Yang Ming?

Mr. Yang?

Back from Hong Kong?

These people didn't seem to know.

However, soon someone heard about Mr. Yang's identity.

He also heard by accident that Mr. Yang was said to be the richest man in Hong Kong. He was really a rich man in Hong Kong. Could it be that this young man in front of them?

They didn't expect that they came to help, which they thought was right, but Mr. Yang actually wanted to thank them.

This is something they never thought of.

"How about this, since you don't know what you want, I see that you are also very hard-working, and some people are still wearing very thin clothes. I will give each of you some money, and you can buy clothes to wear."

There are also hundreds of villagers here.

Originally, Yang Ming planned to give 10 RMB to each person, which is naturally not a small amount.

He still gave double the amount, which was 2,000 yuan.

When Yang Ming asked Lin Xiuzhi to bring the money, he called the old man in the lead and said, "In this weather, it's so cold and raining, you've worked so hard. You can divide the money equally, and everyone will have thick clothes to wear."

In this era, 2,000 RMB is definitely a lot of money. It can buy two courtyard houses in Yanjing.

In a small place like Andun Commune, it is even a huge sum of money.

If it is divided into hundreds of people, each person will be 20 yuan, which is equivalent to a month's salary for those iron rice bowls in the city, and it is roughly equivalent to a villager's annual income.

20 yuan is enough to buy 10 pieces of clothing, not to mention one piece of clothing.

The old man trembled as he looked at the money, not knowing whether it was because of the cold or because there were so many of them. He had never seen such a huge amount of money before.

"Mr. Yang, I can't take your money. It's nothing for us to do a little work." The other party said directly.

They were just doing good deeds, so how could they think of taking money for doing good deeds.

"You can take it. This is my boss's intention and reward for you." Lin Xiuzhi said.

She understood her boss's idea. It was the same in Hong Kong. You get what you pay for, not for free.

In China, it would be hard to understand this statement even 20 or 30 years later.

"Mr. Yang, I've heard about your news. I really admire you. Besides, you and your father are also Hakkas. We can't take your money."

Facing such a large sum of money, it was impossible for him to say that he was not tempted. Thinking of violating his own morality and humanity, he chose to refuse.

Yang Ming smiled and said, "This money is not too much or too little. Take it first."

For Yang Ming, it was just like that.

They wanted to say something else, but Yang Ming called people to give the money to the villagers.

Yang Ming did not stop.

Yang Ming got on the car. What Yang Jirong wanted to say just now, but he didn't say it in the end. He understood why the villagers didn't take Yang Ming's money, and why Yang Ming gave them money?

Especially since his son has reached such a status and influence now, he often has his considerations in everything he does.

"Peter, well done."

"Daddy, I just saw that they were too cold, so I gave them money to buy some clothes."

When Yang Ming and his team left here and continued to move forward, the villagers were still following behind.

Just now they were embarrassed to take the money, and they felt that they rarely saw one cent or five cents on weekdays. Now 20 yuan in their hands was a lot of money.

When they followed for a long distance, until Mr. Yang and his team's convoy moved forward.

Two chapters merged into one chapter!

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