After returning to Baicheng that night, Zhuang Fujin personally cooked a sumptuous and delicious meal, entertaining his daughters and Geng Wenyang's family of five.

Zhuang Xiaomeng was very interested in Geng Wenyang's son, and he was reluctant to let go in his arms. Zhuang Zhuang also gave her face, neither crying nor making trouble, just grinning at Zhuang Xiaomeng.

Gan Ruolan saw that she liked her child so much, and said tentatively, "Sister Zhuang, you like Zhuang Zhuang so much, why don't you just be his godmother?"

"Godmother? Okay!" Zhuang Xiaomeng said happily: "Then I have to give *** son New Year's money."

As she spoke, she took out a small red envelope from the bag behind her and stuffed it directly into Zhuangzhuang's hand. Zhuang Zhuang thought it was a toy, and laboriously grabbed the red envelope with his little hands and danced wildly. Gan Ruolan was afraid that he would put it in her mouth, so she hurriedly took the red envelope from her son and put it in her pocket.

When she returned home after eating, Gan Ruolan curiously opened the red envelope and saw that it was actually 600 meters of gold. In 1996, the 600-meter gold was almost equivalent to 6,000 yuan, which was definitely an extremely generous red envelope.

"Wen Yang, Zhuang Xiaomeng gave our son 600 meters of gold." Gan Ruolan was surprised, "That's too much, isn't it?"

"If she's willing to give it to you, take it. She's the child's godmother, shouldn't she give more?" Geng Wenyang said: "This is what I got in exchange for the promise of helping her complete the clothing project, and the amount of money is not much."

"I made an appointment with Zhuang Xiaomeng, and tomorrow morning, the two of us will go to the ancient city of Baizhou together." Geng Wenyang commanded, "I drove Lincoln to pull Zhuang Xiaomeng and Uncle Zhuang. You cut the Noki and pull Mom and Dad."

"It's so cold, don't take the kids with you. Later, when the weather is warmer, let's go back as a family of three, shall we?" Gan Ruolan felt sorry for her son.

Seeing that his wife didn't want to join in the fun, Geng Wenyang had no choice but to say, "That's okay, you watch the children at home, and I'll take them there, just five people in a car."

On the morning of the next day, Geng Wenyang drove a Lincoln sedan and pulled Zhuang Xiaomeng's father and daughter and Geng Huizhong and his wife to the ancient city scenic spot of Baizhou.

Tickets are not required for open scenic spots. Five people walked together, and Geng Wenyang walked in front as a tour guide.

Zhuang Fujin saw that Zhuangjia Lane had returned to the state of his childhood memory, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "Wen Yang, this place is indeed well repaired, and it has the same old taste as before."

"Really?" Geng Wenyang smiled and said, "Uncle Zhuang, let's keep moving forward, there is something more interesting ahead."

The five of them walked along the streets and alleys to watch the scenery, and unconsciously came to the old mansion where they used to live. Zhuang Fujin saw that the gatehouse of the courtyard had been renovated, and there was a plaque hanging on the gate, on which were written two big characters of Zhuang House.

"Zhuang Zhai?" Zhuang Fujin smiled: "Wen Yang, you asked someone to write it, right?"

"That's right, I had someone write it." Geng Wenyang smiled and took out the key to open the door, and made a gesture inside, "Uncle Zhuang, please inside."

Zhuang Fujin was surprised and said, "Wen Yang, shouldn't you clean up the inside?"

"You'll know when you go in and see." Geng Wenyang smiled and let a few of them in, then turned around and closed the door and plugged in the deadbolt.

The old courtyard house has now been renewed, the doors and windows have been repainted, and the carved beams and painted columns at the pillars and lintels have been restored to their original appearance.

"Gee, that's what I was like when I was a kid." Zhuang Fujin pointed to the painting and shouted, "When I was a child, the yard was like this."

Geng Wenyang said, "Uncle Zhuang, Mom and Dad, this is my yard, you can turn around as you like."

Zhuang Fujin took his daughter to the main room to check, while Geng Huizhong and Li Yufen entered the west wing where they had lived for many years. Everyone saw that the house was equipped with lights, telephones, furniture, bedding, and even heating and cooling facilities such as heating and air conditioning, as if it was a modern living room that could be lived in.

"Wen Yang, this house can live in people!" Zhuang Fujin came out of the house and shouted, "I'll live here tonight."

Geng Wenyang said with a smile: "Uncle Zhuang, the boiler room hasn't been done yet, and the heating is just a decoration, not yet. You'll come back when there's heating."

Zhuang Xiaomeng said with concern: "Wen Yang, you must have changed the toilet too, right?"

Geng Wenyang pulled her to the backyard, pointed to the newly built modern bathroom on the side of the wall, and said, "Sister

Look, there's still a shower here."

"I knew you would change that." Zhuang Xiaomeng admired: "You used to get that house on Caojia Street very well, and it will definitely not be bad here."

Geng Wenyang pointed to the opposite corner of the wall and said, "There is also a small kitchen over there, where you can hold a private banquet, which is definitely very stylish."

"Your imagination is good." Zhuang Xiaomeng looked around the courtyard and said, "The old courtyard has made you change like this, which is very different from before."

Geng Huizhong came out of his former home and said overjoyedly, "Oops! It's a much more comfortable place to live in now than it used to be. Yangyang, when the weather warms up, your mother and I will come to live here for a while."

"It's okay, but this is a scenic spot now, and it's too noisy during the day, so it's okay to come and take a turn occasionally." Geng Wenyang said, "Just stay. No matter how good it is, it's not as good as the Ruolan Garden."

Zhuang Xiaomeng looked at the embroidered building in the backyard and said, "Dad, Yang Yang and I will go upstairs for a walk."

"Go! Go ahead!" Zhuang Fujin seems to have returned to the time eight years ago, his family of three lives happily in this courtyard, and the husband and wife love each other and help each other. The days are so warm and comfortable.

Geng Wenyang followed Zhuang Xiaomeng to the embroidery floor, she opened the window and looked into the distance for a while, and when she looked back, she saw that her favorite recliner was still placed on the floor, and couldn't help but be happy: "Ah! My chair is still there!"

Geng Wenyang smiled, "Sister, I specifically told them to keep it."

Zhuang Xiaomeng couldn't help but lie on it and sway around a few times, and suddenly smiled and said, "Wen Yang, I really want to turn back time. It's better to go back to '87 and ask me to write about that time."

Geng Wenyang glanced at the plump and sexy body on the recliner and said, "Sister, isn't it good now? We're a lot richer than we were back then."

"Yes! We're rich." She looked up at the roof and said, "But there is no more carefree joy that I had then."

"Sister, it's too cold here." Geng Wenyang saw that she felt sorry for herself, and kindly persuaded her, "Let's go down quickly."

"Hmm!" Zhuang Xiaomeng closed his eyes and agreed, "Wen Yang, we must make the clothing business into it. I don't have my mom in there this time, I hope you can help me make my business as big as possible, and I will count on it for the rest of my life."

Whether the clothing sells well or not depends on the style and fabric, as long as Zhuang Xiaomeng's design level passes, Geng Wenyang believes that his production will not lag behind.

"Sister, don't worry." He said confidently, "When you go back, you can get the clothing design part done, and I will find a way to get it up with the manufacturer." Let's work together, and we can make it happen."

"Yes!" Zhuang Xiaomeng opened his eyes and got up from the recliner and said, "The two of us worked together to make a lot of money by running a clothing project like an electronics factory."