The Pioneer of the Rebirth Era

When I heard it, everyone in Daqianmen focused his eyes on it, and then I found that Yang Dongxu was also coming, either one nodded with a smile, or greeted with a name.

Yang Dongxu, who met the older generation, also smiled and shouted, and then took out the smoke from his pocket to disperse the people in the room. The smoke was naturally not the big front door, but the jade chrysanthemum. When he just took the big front door, he went into his pocket. A few packets were made in order to take out the smoke when people encountered such an occasion.

Although I gave Xiaowu a big front door, I used jade chrysanthemum when giving them smoke. But no one in the room felt that Yang Dongxu looked down on them.

Joining the army, drinking a lot of people, making trouble, and being hit by people now know the whole village. Although some of them also went to help, the matter was over when they arrived.

A few people in Primary Five saw that they were beaten by the army. Without saying a word, they hammered the others. Yang Dongxu came out and thanked her for giving it. These of them can only be regarded as catching up with a lively person at the end, and it is already good to have jade chrysanthemum at this time.

He said and laughed a group of people together and continued to push the card nine. The innermost small table was seated on four sides. There were no more than twenty people watching around, and some people took out one point and two points from time to time. The pressure of the periphery.

Although Yang Dongxu didn't say anything when he arrived, the lively people automatically gave him a vacant seat, and a few of them were squeezed in.

After entering, Xiaowu no longer showed up, and put the cigarette directly into his arms. When Yang Dongxu dissipated the smoke, each person didn't stop a pack of cigarettes. If he was asked to pull out the big front door to disperse the smoke, he would definitely be reluctant.

"Look at your stingy look." Seeing Xiaowu put his cigarette in his arms, I wouldn't dismantle the cigarette and give it to you as you said. The three strongmen snorted.

A few young people in Yinshan showed a disappointed look on their faces. At the big front door, they hadn’t really smoked a pack of fifty cents. But soon the top three started to hula Lailai, and everyone's attention was drawn to it again.

Although Yang Dongxu was in the middle, no one let him bet, or let him play directly on the table, even if he knew that the Yang Ruxi family did not lack money, this kid should have two money in the school of Yanjing.

The only reason why he didn't let him bet was that Yang Dongxu said he absolutely played, or that Yang's father warned them. But if the grandpas knew that they were pulling Yang Dongxu to play cards, no matter how big they were, no matter whether Yang Dongxu won or counted their money, they would definitely not be able to run away from their meal.

Yang Dongxu went to school in Yanjing. It is likely that he will be the only college student in the village in the future. Isn’t it tickling for you, the uncle, to bet him?

Therefore, if Yang Dongxu bet on playing cards, he would certainly not stop if he pressed the top three, but he couldn't help letting him come.

"I have more than two cents here, you are optimistic about that one and I will help you." Xiaowu and Yang Dongxu are about the same size, naturally there is no scruples about the top three.

"It's okay, you can just play it yourself, and I'll take a look." Yang Dongxu shook his head with a smile, looking at the wow lala in the hands of Xiaowu, the two cents and more money were basically one and two cent coins, and I didn't know how long it took After so much money, Yang Dongxu raised his eyebrows, and then looked at so many familiar faces in the room, his face showing a pensive look.

Yangjiacun's life has been much better in recent years. At least in the past, it has to be served with corn noodles or sweet potato noodles in order to have a full life. In these few years, it is no problem to eat big buns. A small bazaar may seem inconspicuous, and not everyone has built a house in the bazaar to do business, but it is not a small driving force for life in the village.

However, this kind of life seems very enviable to people in other villages, and they all know that the people in Yangjia Village are rich. But in Yang Dongxu's view, he was still too poor. In the past, he was too small to repair a road or something.

He has been 17 this year, and he finally explained to his parents last night that he made some money by doing business. He felt that he should help the village improve the quality of life.

This promotion is of course not to directly send money, or to raise money and fight Mi Qiu. If he really sends money to make the people of Yangjia Village want to inflate and become rich, this is not helping them, but harming them. And maybe some people call him a fool after receiving money.

Yang Dongxu said that the promotion is naturally to teach people to fish rather than to teach people to fish. For example, greenhouse vegetables are a good choice. The population of Yangjia Village is quite large. The average land of each person is nearly three acres.

It is not difficult for every family to take out part of the land to make a greenhouse test field. Even if they do not make much money at home from the beginning, they will not affect their normal lives.

Of course, if all goes well, the vegetables in the greenhouse will definitely make money, and it will be much more than the land. In addition to the greenhouse vegetables, getting a pig farm and chicken farm is not bad.

The national economy is constantly recovering, and people are getting more and more affluent, so the requirements for material life are naturally higher and higher. Whether it's getting vegetables in greenhouses or farming, it will not be outdated even after another ten or twenty years. This is a long-term rice bowl.

"Asahi, Asahi..."

Yang Dongxu, whose brain is moving fast, feels that someone is pushing himself.

"What's wrong?" Yang Dongxu froze awakely from his thoughts.

"Auntie called you home for dinner, do you also want to play, or I will give you the money, you press?" Xiaowu said quietly.

Asako stared at the table from the moment he came in. His eyes did not blink. He made the top three have a lot of trouble when he shuffled the cards a few times.

"No, I'm home for dinner, you take it easy." Yang Dongxu smiled and didn't explain to squeeze out of the crowd.

"How did you come here?" Yang Ma looked a little ugly when she saw Yang Dongxu coming out of the crowd.

Although gambling is very common in winter, Yang Da will also come and play two from time to time, but it is definitely rejected for gambling Yang Ma. When the family conditions were not good in the past, there was no quarrel because of Yang Da playing cards. .

However, in rural areas, many things are compared no matter how good or bad. For example, smoking, people don’t smoke. At this time, people will not feel that it is a good habit not to smoke, but think your family is too poor to smoke. .

The same is true of playing cards. A group of three or five gathers together to open a poker field. They always call you but don’t go. When the time goes on, others will isolate you directly without calling you. So if a woman is always nagging not to play cards, a man will not feel good to him, but feels that he has lost face and is looked down upon.

So in the past few years, life has gradually improved a lot. Dad Yang played cards regardless of winning or losing, and Yang Ma opened her eyes and closed her eyes. But for his son, it is necessary to open his eyes to prohibit him from gambling.

On the day of New Year's Eve, you can play with a little. After all, children as big as others are playing. Yang Dongxu didn't play. His son's face is a bit unsightly. It can't be played at other times.

"Come and see the excitement, I don't have any money on my body." Mother's temper Yang Dongxu was naturally clear in his heart, so he walked over with his hands half pressed against his mother's shoulder with a smile.

Mother Yang shook her shoulders angrily and glared at her son, but his face looked better than before: "It's not that I won't let you play, it's always bad to play this."

"I know, hurry up. I'm hungry. What's delicious at night?" The phrase "not forbid you to play, always bad to play" is directly understood as "don't play" That's completely correct.

Otherwise, even in the New Year's Eve, she allows you to play cards, if you go, she is not happy whether she wins or loses. But now the unhappiness is not as serious as it used to be, at most it is nagging.

If Yang Dongxu in the previous life, it is natural to look forward to a good day on New Year’s Day. Now he doesn’t feel much about gambling. It doesn’t matter whether he plays or not. If he is not bored at home, he won’t. Going here, smoking second-hand smoke is not good, let alone smoking second-hand smoke from a group of people.

Dinner in the countryside is very simple, either noodles, or porridge and steamed buns with soy beans or something. The quality of life of the Yang family has improved in the past two years, and the two dishes will be fried at night to basically see the meat.

During the meal, Yang Dad and Yang Ma basically only eat greens, and Yang Dongxu leaves all the meat to the three. It is not that the family lacks this bite, but parents are used to leaving all the delicious food to their children. And he keeps talking about it, your father (mom) is so old, I haven’t eaten anything, you eat, you eat...

"Right mom, what about the copper pot I brought back?" Yang Dongxu asked as he ate the bones in the bowl to his little sister and the leaner to the elder sister.

"Upstairs, what's the use of such a high pot? You eat your ~www.ltnovel.com~ and you still have it in the pot after you eat it." Seeing his son distribute his own meat to his sister and sister, Ma Yang said.

"You eat, younger brother." Hong Ying clipped the meat in the bowl to Yang Dongxu.

The younger sister Dan Dan also shared some of her favorite big bones.

"Don't come here, isn't there still on the plate?" Yang Dongxu picked up his bowl and let it go, then said to Yang Ma: "That's hot pot. After a while, I will fry the base of the ignition pot. Let's eat tomorrow Hot pot, do you have lamb at home? Let’s eat lamb or dog meat."

Rural people rarely eat beef, and they don’t sell it in the town. It is estimated that they can only buy it in the city if they want to eat it. But in the winter, Yang Dongxu feels that lamb is better than beef, even dog meat is better than beef.

"Whoever kills the sheep at the end of the year, if there is dog meat, there will be someone killing the dog over Xiao Lizhuang. Or eat mutton, I will go to the town to ask tomorrow." Yang said.

What his son wants to eat is naturally good, so between lamb and dog meat, Yang mother naturally chooses to buy lamb.

"Forget it, what's going to run down town under such heavy snow. Tomorrow, I walked around with Xiaowu and others, and went to Xiaolizhuang to buy some dog meat. At night, I'll get the bottom material ready, tomorrow at noon To make a courtesy, I will stew the casserole after the meat comes back. At night, I will call my grandparents and grandpa to eat together."

"This dead boy, how can you treat a dog to eat dog meat." Yang Ma gave her son a glance, and the dog meat couldn't be seen on the table. When meeting the exquisite people and asking others to eat dog meat, others would think you were scolding him.

"Why are there so many people in a family?" Dad Yang said. Winter is indeed suitable for eating a pot. Think about the stomach that was already full. It feels a little hungry. Then eat a steamed bun.

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