Tonight's Fengsheng Village is very lively.

In the courtyard of the Song family.

In front of the TV, there are more and more people sitting, inside and out, even the walls are full of people, they are all neighbors and villagers, they are elders who watched the four brothers and sisters of the Song family grow up, how can they not recognize the young man in the suit and leather shoes in the TV.

"Is the Song family really going to be developed?"

"Didn't you hear, multimillionaire!"

"My goodness, this baby is amazing!"

"The step-husband and wife are blessed!"

"It's so rich, let alone buying a house in the county, even if it's in the city, you can buy a house in West Kyoto!"

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These villagers looked at the people on the TV with envy.

The village is very poor, the houses are ordinary tile houses and clay kilns, and those who can live in new houses are big households, before this, the richest man in the village is the richest, and he sold a house in the county, and he is definitely the richest among the rich, so that countless people set up their goals.

In the past ninety-seven years, not to mention their Fengsheng Village, even in the entire Great Northwest, there are few 10,000 households.

Multimillionaires, they didn't even think about it.

Now there is a multimillionaire in Fengsheng Village, Song Jialang, Song Jiang.

"My son is a multimillionaire?"

Song Jifang's whole body was flustered.

Chen Ruhui couldn't come back to her senses, stared at the TV, and said to herself suspiciously: "Is that my son?"

Song Shan's eyes looked at Song Jiang who was talking eloquently on the TV screen, and there was a trace of confusion, such Song Jiang made him feel strange, but the strangeness made him very excited, this was what he taught, but Song Jiang could say it on this occasion, it was his own words, which would put a layer of skin on him: "From now on, you will be the pioneer general of the economic development of the Northwest!"

It is necessary to do business in China and cater to the policies of the central government.

The central authorities are about to make a strategic plan for the development of the great western region, and this is not secret news, and anyone who cares about it can see it from the clues.

Now Song Jiang's words will definitely impress Qin Chuan, and even the giants in the entire northwest.

The economy of the Northwest is not good.

Now there is a person who dares to come out and carry the pioneer banner of economic development, not to mention that the county government, the city government, and the provincial government will give more or less convenience, which is enough for Fengnian to lay a solid foundation for the mountain tiger in Qinchuan.

"The road in the future, you can only go by yourself!" When Song Shan was happy for him, he also let a string in his heart loosen.

They are brothers.

Brothers of two lifetimes.

But after all, it is two men, and men must have their own careers, their own ideals, and go out of their own paths.

What Song Jiang wants is a life of scenery, which is what he once said when he lived in Fengsheng Village with low self-esteem in his previous life, when he broke a leg at that time, what he wanted was scenery.

Now Song Shan gave him a start, and then he could only go on his own.

He is not a puppet of Song Shan.

Song Shan didn't think about asking him to be a puppet.

Song Shan has his own promises to fulfill, his own way to go, and he is reborn in a lifetime, what he pursues is not power and money, but just to make himself feel at ease.

After more than eleven o'clock, the liveliness of the Song family's courtyard came to an end, and it was rare for rural people to go to bed so late at night, this was already late at night, and everyone took a small bench and took the children home to sleep.

Song Jiang cleaned up the TV, and Song Jifang and his wife had gone back to sleep.

But they just can't sleep on the kang.

"Damn, was it really the boss on TV just now?"

Song Jifang still couldn't believe it.

"It should be the boss!" Chen Ruhui didn't dare to say death, it's not that he couldn't recognize his son, he couldn't accept it for a while, he had a low culture, a stupid personality, and he had never had any strengths, but he became today's multimillionaire as soon as he turned around, and they also needed time to bear.

"Why don't you call and ask him!" Song Jifang said.

"Forget it, it's past twelve o'clock, and the boss has already gone to bed!"

Chen Ruhui said: "You can go to sleep quickly, you have to sweep the tomb tomorrow!"

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Following.

Early morning.

Song Shan got up early today, mainly because he was sweeping the tomb today, and the clansmen would gather at the ancestral hall at seven o'clock, and he didn't dare to be lazy at this time, otherwise he would guarantee that Song Jifang's violent temper would whip him.

"Mom, isn't there a washing machine?" Song Shan looked at his mother who was washing clothes in the yard, a little speechless, the washing machine he bought back, was it used as an ornament?

"That thing burns electricity a lot, it's okay anyway, save some electricity!"

Mother Song said confidently, she was used to getting up early in the morning to wash clothes, looking at the washing machine, she hesitated for a long time, or save some electricity.

"I'll go!"

Song Shan was speechless, he bought the washing machine back, and he still paid attention to the electricity.

There is no way, the living habits of the older generation cannot be changed all at once, everything needs to have a time to accept, so Song Shan didn't force it.

After breakfast, Song Shan and Song Jifang went to the ancestral hall.

Qingming tomb sweeping, worship the ancestors, grandfathers, great-grandfathers, ancestors one or two generations earlier, basically the whole family went into battle, and Chongyang, the Song family worshiped the ancestors, and the rules were more, only men were allowed to kneel and worship.

When I arrived at the ancestral hall, it was only about 6:40.

At this time, a lot of people have come to the ancestral hall, a group of children are playing next to them, especially picking Saturday and Sunday, just waiting for these children's holidays, and the shed next to them starts cooking.

Fengsheng Song family, now there are thirty-two households, one hundred and three men, just look at the everlasting lamp in the ancestral hall, one lamp and one life.

More than 100 ethnic groups, for the Song family, which has been inherited for hundreds of years, is a pitiful few, after all, it is because Fengsheng is too poor to keep people, especially after the establishment of the Xinhua Kingdom, the outside world is changing day by day, and there are countless people who have moved their hukou out.

The Song family in several nearby towns is much more prosperous than the abundance.

I heard that the Song clan over there in Yanbian has a prosperous population, otherwise how dare they come to seize the position of the clan.

"Jifang, Shanzi, you're here!"

An honest middle-aged man stepped forward to greet Song Jifang.

"Big brother!"

Song Jifang hurriedly greeted

"Uncle!" Song Shan also hurriedly greeted.

His grandfather died early, so the family was divided early, Song Jifang had five brothers and sisters, he was in the middle of the three, there was a big brother on the top, a younger brother on the bottom, the elder sister died of illness in the early years, and the younger sister married to Huanglong Town.

The eldest brother is Song Jiming.

The younger brother is Song Jitong.

Song Jiming, like Song Jifang, is a simple farmer, his daughter-in-law is a little capable, and a little spicy, and she tidies up the house properly, a son and a daughter, the children don't read much, the daughter has already married, or married to the city, the son-in-law is not bad, the son is now working with the son-in-law, and has learned to drive, so the life is much better than Song Jifang's family.

However, their brothers have a very good relationship, Song Jifang went to borrow money before, Song Jiming didn't say a word, hid it from his daughter-in-law, and gave 2,000 yuan out, I heard that because of this incident, he was scratched by his daughter-in-law in the face.

As for the third uncle Song Jitong, Song Shan also saw it when he was a child, and he basically didn't see it much when he grew up, and he was unwilling to be poor in Fengsheng Village ten years ago, and he went out to break into the world when he was alone, I heard that he went to the south, but there was no news all year round.

"What about Song Hao?"

Song Jifang asked.

Song Hao is Song Jiang and Song Shan's cousin.

"That kid refuses to come back!" Song Jiming was very angry: "The wings are stiff, call him, he won't come back, what can I do!"

"There may be work in a hurry!"

Song Jifang comforted.

"Jifang, what's the matter with your Song Jiang baby?" Song Jiming asked: "I've heard it all, multimillionaire, almost scared me to death!"

This Fengsheng Village is so big, the matter can be hidden, one night passed, the Song family had a multimillionaire affair, and it had already spread from the head of the village to the end of the village, especially the neighbors who watched TV last night, and spread the word that this matter had noses and eyes.