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

Chapter 271 Another year has passed, and the sky is covered in white snow.
In the end, Yu Dawei couldn't escape a good beating. Just as he was about to enter the western part of the village, the old man pounced on him and pinned him to the ground. Old Man Yu really seized the opportunity and swung his big wooden stick at Yu Dawei's buttocks, giving him a very painful beating.

He can finally let go of all the resentment he's held for so many years.

Yu Chen watched his eldest nephew grimacing in pain, a wicked smile creeping across his face.

Ever since this kid made a little money, he's always wanted to teach him a lesson, hoping to show him through this kind of suppression that he shouldn't be too ostentatious and should be as low-key as possible.

Although Dawei is doing well now, he is not too flamboyant. Instead, he stays at home after returning to the village and does not go from house to house to show off.

But as Yu Dawei's mentor when he was young, he also worried that the boy would only have a short-lived enthusiasm and would eventually reveal his true colors. Before, when he had no money, he was just a joke in other people's eyes.

Now that I have money, if I say something I shouldn't, it'll make me hated.

Who knows if someone who's jealous will stab you in the back?
People have been desperately poor, both in the past and now, especially in this remote and impoverished area.

In fact, Yu Laonian, who beat Yu Dawei with a stick, also had this intention in mind. As a father, he should discipline his son more often. In the past, he thought that the account was ruined and let him be.

That won't do now. If we're not careful, my eldest son's life will be even worse than when we were poor. We have to be extremely careful and cautious in our lives.

As for whether Yu Dawei understood why they had given him such a beating, that remains to be seen.

After tonight comes Lunar New Year's Eve.

Although Yu Dawei's buttocks were in great pain, he still got up early from the kang (a heated brick bed) to prepare a big lunch.

My mom suggested last night that they have lunch together in the backyard, but Yu Dawei still refused.

Ultimately, since they had separated their households, they could have New Year's Eve dinner together in the evening, but Yu Dawei still wanted to eat separately for lunch. He knew that Han Jingfan was, after all, a solitary person, and she probably preferred to eat with just a few family members rather than the whole family gathering together.

At home, Han Jingfan doesn't need to use knowledge to disguise herself. She can say a few words when she wants to, and when she doesn't want to, she can just squat by the stove, add firewood, and daydream.

So why does Han Jingfan's eyes reveal such deep love when she looks at Yu Dawei, even when she's adding firewood?

Because he truly understood her, she loved him so much!
At the doorway of the inner room next door, a big boy was holding a little boy, completely unaware that they were enjoying the intense display of affection emanating from the air.

“We learned from last year’s mistake of buying too small a carp, so this year we got a full three pounds and six ounces. How about we make it into braised carp?” Yu Dawei turned to look at his wife who was adding firewood to the stove.

"Sure, no problem. The braised carp you made last year was delicious, it's just a pity it was too small." Han Jingfan hummed a little tune happily, perhaps because it was the New Year, she spoke noticeably more than usual.

"Alright! Then stew less chicken, we'll have to eat it at Grandpa's house tonight, and then I'll cook a few vegetarian dishes and it'll be ready to eat!" Yu Dawei looked at Xiao Agui, who was coaxing his son, and said, "Apprentice, you'll be the one to light the firecrackers at noon."

"Okay!" Little Agui nodded with a grin. He really liked playing with firecrackers, but since all the other girls in his master's family were little girls, he didn't feel comfortable taking the initiative to play.

Not long after, a series of crackling sounds came from Yu Dawei's yard.

(The vegetarian dishes at Lao Yu's house include both chicken and fish, as mentioned earlier, so I won't go into detail.)
It's Chinese New Year, and all the chickens, ducks, geese, dogs, and pigs in the yard are having a good time. The rooster in the chicken coop, the one that Han Jingfan named Wutong, has grown even more beautiful, but it's still eating well.

It's always the first to eat the chicken feed on weekdays. Besides it, the other hens that hang out with it can eat with it, but the other chickens have to wait.

A couple of days ago, Yu Dawei was still a bit curious about this, and found that this rooster seemed to be even fiercer than in its previous life. According to Han Jingfan, nowadays, the chickens of the people in the east of their village don't dare to stay in front of the parasol tree, and they will go around it if they see it.

However, there was one thing that really bothered Han Jingfan: Wutong and Goushengzi were always fighting, as if they had to decide who was the boss and who was the second-in-command in this courtyard.

Han Jingfan felt heartbroken every time he saw Wutong covered in blood, and Gou Shengzi always had some bloodstains on him. For the position of "Big Brother", this chicken and dog were really risking their lives.

Another issue is that one of the pigs in the yard is missing; it was slaughtered a few days after Yu Dawei returned.

Half of the pork was given to the old man's family, since they didn't raise any pigs this year, and with pork, his second sister and younger sister could eat more on weekdays.

The remaining half was for their own family to eat, and the pig's head and trotters were put into the storage room to freeze, waiting for Yu Dawei to make pig's head meat for the family on the second day of the second lunar month.

Yu Dawei used the pig's intestines to make blood sausage. He had been craving this for a long time, not the kind you get at restaurants, but something he made himself.

The taste is somewhat different from what you get in restaurants.

Anyway, now that the pig has become pork, both the front and back yards are very happy. Even the only pig in the pen has gained weight. After all, the space was too cramped before, and now that there's room, it's happy and eats more.

After having lunch, Yu Dawei and the other three drove together to the old man's house.

For the next two or three days, I spent time at the old man's house.

Meanwhile, the old man began the new year's "invitation of the gods" ceremony, and the family genealogy left by the ancestors was hung up in the house once again.

Everything seems the same as last year, yet there are some differences.

The family is missing two people, Da Feng and her second brother, but it also has two more people, or more accurately, two little boys.

But Yu Laonian didn't care. In his view, children are like dandelions. When they grow to maturity, the wind will blow them away from home to spread their branches and leaves.

The relationship between a father and his children is nothing more than a journey together in life.

A lot happened in the village this year: the white jade Guanyin statue was taken back, the eldest brother passed away, the eldest son opened a repair shop, electricity was brought to the village... For Lao Nian, this year seemed to have been particularly long.

This year was also a year in which Yu Dawei frantically accumulated his initial capital. Without being arrogant or modest, he said that this year was equivalent to ten years of his previous life. As the saying goes, everything is difficult at the beginning.

That year, he changed his former shortcomings: laziness, playfulness, being away from home, and liking to brag to everyone he met.

He learned to be patient and understood the importance of secrecy. Before accomplishing anything, he kept a low profile in the village. Even when the villagers found out about him, he remained discreet and never became overly ostentatious.

Although it was related to the accumulation of his past life, he could feel that he was indeed growing.

Actually, he hadn't thought he could do so well, but his wife was changing so much. The woman who started reading books was completely different from the woman who never read books in her life.

This caused Yu Dawei to feel a deep sense of crisis. His grandfather was right; if he continued as before, he would indeed be unworthy of Han Jingfan's talent.

As the Lunar New Year approaches, new names are being added to the family genealogy—the names of those who have passed away.

It was written by Han Jingfan, the daughter-in-law of the Yu family, and also by her father-in-law, Yu Laonian, who asked her to write it.

My eldest daughter-in-law's handwriting has improved significantly over the past year; it's neat, elegant, and even has a touch of the style of masters found in calligraphy books.

Even Yu Laonian is ashamed of himself in this regard, as his handwriting has remained perfectly straight for so many years.

Furthermore, the elders of Yujiatun have already tacitly acknowledged Yu Dawei as the soul of Yujiatun, the one who leads the family.

The task of writing the family genealogy should rightfully be undertaken by Han Jingfan.

The family tree is divided into male and female portraits. The left side is the male of the Yu family, and the right side is the corresponding female who married into the family.

Grandpa Yu Quan's name was placed in the sixth row of integers, and was the first one.

Next to him is the name of Yu Dawei's second uncle: Yu Cong.

Yu Dawei flipped through the family genealogy given to him by his great-uncle Yu Quan. It also recorded some things about his second great-uncle, but only a few words, and the handwriting was delicate, so it was obviously not written by his great-uncle.

The above states that the second uncle, Yu Cong, was the smartest member of the Yu family in that generation. During his youth in the Republican era, he helped the family expand their territory by four or five times, most of which was land in Lijiabao.

Yu Dawei speculated that the reason why the third team, Lijiatun, and the fourth team, Yujiatun, are so close to each other today is very likely because they almost annexed Lijiabao back then. Of course, no one knows what history really is.

Besides, his second uncle was also a very courageous man. When the Japanese invaded the village, his second uncle was the first to rush forward. He later died defending Yujiabao.

She left behind three sons and four daughters, all of whom were still very young and needed to be fed.

Then it was gone.

As for who the second uncle's wife was, or anything else, I don't know if it was to save paper or because he was too lazy to write it down, but it was left blank.

"Kowtowing." Old Man Yu was the first to kneel on the new backrest his wife had sewn and kowtowed three times to his ancestors.

Then there's Yu Dawei. His second son didn't come back. I guess in a few years, he'll change his surname and won't have to eat vegetarian food for the New Year like me.

Then came my mother, my wife, and my two younger sisters. Finally, I had Xiao Agui kowtow to the ancestors of the Yu family.

Actually, Yu Laonian hadn't thought about this; it was Yu Dawei who felt his apprentice should kowtow to him.

Without our ancestors, there would certainly be no Yu Dawei; without Yu Dawei, perhaps Xiao Agui would have died long ago this winter.

Heavy snowstorms hit areas north of Henan this winter, and for three to five days the weather was frighteningly cold.

During those days, Yu Dawei didn't let his brothers do any work. They just dealt with some simple and difficult cases and then went inside to rest.

Besides, Xiao Agui is also his apprentice, and he is also his guardian, so he is practically like a son to him.

Therefore, Yu Dawei felt that it was only right for Xiao Agui to kowtow to the ancestors of the Yu family.

After offering incense, kowtowing, and setting off firecrackers, it was time to prepare for the New Year's Eve dinner.

Snowflakes began to fall outside the window earlier than usual that year, and Yu Dawei deliberately lifted the curtain to take a look outside.

The snowflakes, like silvery-white sprites, drifted down from the sky, as if descending from a fairyland to the mortal world, telling everyone on this northeastern land that the New Year is here.

"It's Chinese New Year!!!" Yu Dawei couldn't help but shout loudly, his voice carrying far and wide, clearly audible to the surrounding households.

"You brat, what are you yelling about! Come and bring the dishes!" Zhang Yunqin turned around and shouted to her eldest son at the door.

"Hey!" Yu Dawei ran to his mother's side, picked up the plate of food, and shrank back into the house, afraid that his mother would hit him with a long-handled spoon.

Just now, he was only thinking about the fading festive atmosphere of the New Year in the future, and he wanted to shout it out to leave more of that festive atmosphere behind.

P.S.: There's one more chapter, but something came up, I'll post it at midnight.

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