In 1992, a small village owner became the richest man in the village by owning a car.

Chapter 220 Meeting
Yu Dawei stood across the road and waved happily at Qi Dadu, who was driving, implying that things were settled on Qi Dadu's side.

Inside the car, Qi, with his large belly, gave Yu Dawei a smile. He knew that Boss Yu was the most reliable person! There was nothing he couldn't do!

But after laughing, he remembered that there was someone staring at him with a straight face. Qi Dadu quickly suppressed his smile and cried to his third brother, "Third brother, I really didn't know that Dawei left the oranges here. Si Tuzi was sitting in the back seat. He's not blind. He must have seen them first!"

You piece of shit! Baldy is too tired to deal with this bastard.

You were caught red-handed by Brother San on the way here, and you're still trying to argue. Brother San's reasoning is so logical, he doesn't give you a chance to refute him!

"Hey, you bald guy, say something!" Seeing he was about to be glared at by his third brother, Big Belly Qi quickly turned to Bald Guy for help, letting out a barely audible whisper, "Red Romance..."

“Yes! Third Brother! That’s right!” Fourth Baldy seemed to have his soul return to his body, and he suddenly became energetic. “I saw it, but I thought, since this kid still has oranges at home, we can keep this bag for ourselves, really! That’s what I thought.”

Third Uncle rolled his eyes, realizing he didn't know what those two idiots were going to say.

The SUV stopped, the passenger window rolled down, and Uncle San handed the bag of oranges from the back seat to Yu Dawei: "Take a good look at it, don't forget anything."

"Okay, okay," Yu Dawei replied with a grin. "Hey, Third Uncle, when I delivered the pork earlier, Auntie found out it was you who sent it and invited you to her house for dumplings before you left. What do you think..."

"She said that?" Third Uncle frowned, looking completely disbelieving.

He knew his older sister too well; how could she possibly agree to see him so easily?

“Yes.” Seeing that his third uncle was still hesitating, Yu Dawei looked at Qi Dadu behind his third uncle.

You have to lend a hand at crucial moments, Lao Qi!

"Ahem!" Qi Dadu cleared his throat and spoke again under pressure, "Third Brother, you have to trust Boss Xiao. He is the eldest grandson of the Yu family branch. Whether it's my brother-in-law's family or others, they all have to support him."

"I bet Big Sister only gave in because of this kid," Qi Daduzi said, turning to look at Si Tuzi.

"No, that's right!" This time, the bald man reacted quickly, his eyes fixed intently on his third brother.

Uncle San was also at his wit's end with these three people, and finally sighed, "Alright then, since she said it, I'll give her face."

“That’s right.” Yu Dawei said to Qi Dadu, “Old Qi, drive the car into the yard, and I’ll open the gate for you.”

"No need, no need." Qi Daduzi hid the excitement in his eyes and replied calmly, "Third Brother can go by himself. If Eldest Sister sees me and Fourth Baldy, she'll definitely beat us with a carrying pole."

"Yeah, yeah, they'll probably complain that we two corrupted Third Brother. No way, no way!" Fourth Baldy had less willpower, and he gripped the seat even tighter.

Yu Dawei didn't know what to say, so he finally looked at his third uncle and decided to wait and see what his third uncle would decide.

"Go ahead, you don't need to come back to pick me up tonight. Dawei can drive me back to Minquan after dinner." Uncle San knew exactly what the two of them were thinking.

Most of the men who work on construction sites year-round are full of energy. Some women from poor families are forced to work on construction sites to support their families, and they become highly sought-after by men.

Some men who performed well ended up as roommates, without any real relationship or official status. After all, they all had their own messes at home, and their time on the construction site was just a matter of mutual benefit.

Hou Wanshan had become accustomed to such things since his first day working on the construction site.

Few men can stay true to themselves; either their families are desperately short of money, or they are honest and simple-minded. Of course, we can't rule out someone like him who has a deep-seated obsession with cleanliness.

Qi Daduzi agreed to Si Tuzi's request, then turned and left without any hesitation, even faster than when he left earlier.

Then Yu Dawei and Hou Wanshan walked one after the other in Yu Chen’s courtyard. The third uncle followed behind Yu Dawei, his head slightly lowered, seemingly lost in thought.

"Actually, the lives of the elderly are much better now than before. The girls are all getting married soon, and they don't have to worry about food and drink like they used to. My uncle can even find time to play a couple of rounds of mahjong now. They're living a pretty good life in the village," Yu Dawei said casually as he walked.

My third uncle hasn't visited for many years, so he probably doesn't know about my aunt's current situation. I'll tell him so he has some idea.

The two arrived at the door, and Yu Dawei reached out and pulled open the tin door, lifting the curtain to indicate, "Third Uncle, come in."

Hou Wanshan stood at the door, watching the white mist rise from the house. He thought of his eldest sister, hesitated, and felt a strange unease in his heart.

"Ahem, well, Dawei, you go first, I'll follow behind you." Hou Wanshan's expression was calm, but his tone carried an unquestionable air.

"Well, okay then." Yu Dawei was taken aback at first, then found it somewhat amusing.

It's really rare to see someone like my third uncle get nervous.

He had gone to Ma Huijie's construction site in Baozishan with his third uncle, and was even taken away by Ma Huijie alone, but he didn't realize how nervous his third uncle was.

This truly proves the old saying, "Brine sets tofu; one thing subdues another."

I wonder how much childhood trauma my aunt inflicted on my third uncle when he was young.

The two entered the house one after the other, with Yu Dawei walking in front and his third uncle following behind, closing the door and lowering the curtain. "Third Uncle's here!"

"Hello, Third Uncle!"

"I haven't seen my third uncle for years, and I miss the candy you used to give me."

The older sisters saw their third uncle enter from the inner room and all got up to greet Yu Dawei and his companion.

Uncle San glanced at the girls and began to compare them to their childhood selves. Some had grown plump and others had thinned over the years, but their appearances hadn't changed much; they had just become more mature.

"All is well." Third Uncle said with a smile.

In the few years since we last saw each other, the second child has two children, the eighth child has become more and more beautiful, and the ninth child is still as eloquent and well-mannered as ever.

"Second Sister, Eighth Sister, Ninth Sister, don't block the doorway. Are you deliberately trying to prevent us from going in?" Yu Dawei teased the three of them before leading his third uncle into the inner room.

Some peanuts and melon seeds had appeared on the kang (a heated brick bed) at some point, and were placed in a round enamel plate. Next to it, on another enamel plate, were several red double happiness glass cups, but they were all old and worn, and some of the double happiness characters on the cups had even fallen off.

As soon as my third uncle entered the inner room, everyone inside started chatting with him, including my second sister's two children and my second sister's husband.

My third uncle had met my second sister's husband; he was present at their wedding banquet.

Yu Chen exchanged a few pleasantries with his third uncle, and in the end, only his eldest sister, Hou Xiaorong, was left standing in front of the kang (a heated brick bed) kneading dough on the board.

"Sister." The third uncle walked up to his eldest sister, Hou Xiaorong, and called out softly, his eyes not daring to look directly at her.

Hou Xiaorong didn't say anything, she just silently kneaded the dough on the board.

Oh no! Yu Dawei exclaimed in alarm!

He quickly stepped forward to warm things up: "Auntie, what a coincidence! I brought you a bag of oranges, but I forgot it in my car. My third uncle's car turned around and we just happened to run into each other."

"Come on, come on, have some oranges, have some oranges." Yu Dawei held a bag in his left hand and distributed oranges to everyone with his right.

The second sister's husband's, the second sister's, the eldest aunt's, the third uncle's, the two children's... When it came to the ninth sister, she leaned close to Yu Dawei's ear and whispered sarcastically, "You're really good at making things round, even a compass can't draw a rounder one than you."

What Ninth Sister received in return was a cold, indifferent glare from Yu Dawei.

I'm doing something really good, so don't bother me.

Uncle Yu Chen didn't care much about his brother-in-law's relationship with his sister. His wife was stubborn, and his brother-in-law wasn't much different. When they really got into a fight, neither of them could convince the other. He had already experienced that back then.

Yu Chen, on the other hand, was very concerned about Yu Dawei's side.

While peeling an orange, he said, "Dawei, go pick up your wife and kids later and we'll have dumplings together."

"No need, the mother and daughter have already gone to my dad's house," Yu Dawei replied. Originally, the three of them planned to go to the old man's house to wait for dumplings after lunch.

Unexpectedly, his third uncle suddenly visited, and the situation gradually spiraled out of Yu Dawei's control.

The old lady over there finally finished kneading the dough, turned the enamel basin upside down on the dough to let it rest, glanced at her third uncle, and finally spoke: "Sit down, I'll make you some filling."

The old man had said he would make pork and scallions, but the old woman didn't. Instead, she took three heads of pickled cabbage from the pickled cabbage jar in the outer room, peeled off the cabbage leaves one by one, stacked them together, shredded them first, and then chopped them into small pieces.

Add a little lard, plenty of chopped green onions, some soy sauce, a pinch of MSG, and salt.

Pure sauerkraut filling.

Yu Dawei wasn't interested in what kind of dumplings the old lady in the outer room was making. He finally breathed a sigh of relief, no longer worried that his third uncle would be inexplicably chased away by the old lady.

After entering the house, he still seemed a bit reserved, probably afraid that his older sister would suddenly say, "Don't stay in our house, get out!"

After all, he had experienced it back then.

Seeing that the situation had calmed down, Uncle Yu Chen took out his treasured Monkey Brand Tieguanyin tea from the cabinet, made a little for each of them, and then moved the cutting board and dumpling filling to the innermost west room so as not to disturb the men's conversation.

Yu Dawei had never washed dishes, cooked, or lit firewood since he was a child living at his uncle's house. Every time he came to his uncle's house, he would imitate his uncle's posture, lay the quilt on the kang (a heated brick bed) horizontally, lean his back against the kang, and sip hot water from the tea mug in his hand.

He wouldn't dare do that even at his own father's house.

Therefore, Yu Dawei's personality is very similar to that of his grandfather, which is also because Yu Chen is the closest person to him.

(End of this chapter)