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

Chapter 91 Aging and Rebirth: Nothing More Than This
Eight people carried the coffin. The eldest son, Yu Dasheng, walked in front, holding his father Yu Quan's portrait. The youngest son, Yu Dazhi, followed behind, scattering money. Yu Dasheng's son, Yu Quan's grandson, followed beside the two, kneeling every three steps and kowtowing three times each time. They continued like this until they reached the ancestral land of the Yu family.

People who are not from the Yu family can only be escorted to the village entrance. Even women from the Yu family are not allowed to come to the ancestral land according to the rules. In fact, the ancestral land is right next to the main road, and many men and women pass by it every day. They just follow some old rules.

The Yu family placed Grandpa Quan's coffin inside, filled it with soil, and finally placed a piece of yellow paper on the new soil. However, some of the older generation raised objections to this, hoping that Dawei could handle the matter.

The young people were puzzled. In other families, the sons would do the paper-pressing, but the older generation insisted on this matter.

Yu Dazhi and Yu Dasheng both knew what was going on and agreed, so the task of pressing down the paper fell to Yu Dawei.

As Yu Dawei pressed down the paper, he murmured, "Uncle Yu Quan, may you rest in peace."

Then came the offering of sacrifices and the burning of paper money, all led by Yu Dawei. He felt like he was becoming the great-uncle's own son.

After everyone left one by one, Yu Dawei took out a stack of documents from the canvas bundle.

It was a thick stack of handwritten reports on electrification in every village.

After returning home that day, he copied both documents overnight, waiting to deliver them to the old man today so that the old man would know that the last thing he did for Yujiatun was not in vain, and that the village would soon be connected to electricity.

"Uncle, this is the confirmation list of those who have electricity in our village. Don't worry, it won't be long before every household has electric lights. The nights will no longer be pitch black. In the future, thousands of lights will illuminate the night sky." Yu Dawei burned the handwritten documents in his hand one by one.

Yu Dasheng and Yu Dazhi, standing to the side, both looked dejected. Neither of them were particularly favored by their father. One was racking his brains to do business, but his abilities were mediocre, while the other had no ambition and only cared about his wife, children, and a warm bed.

In the chaotic early years, the two had two half-brothers. It was said that those two sons were their biological father's favorites, but unfortunately, they both died young. Perhaps that's why their father didn't dare to interfere much in their lives.

Yu Dazhi squatted down and burned the last bit of yellow paper for his father: "Dad, may you rest in peace. By the way, your youngest daughter-in-law is pregnant. I guess we'll find out whether it's a boy or a girl soon."

“I know you must be hoping for a boy, but I hope it’s a girl. Girls are good, because girls won’t make their fathers angry every day. Girls are definitely more attentive than sons and know better what their fathers need and want.”

Yu Dawei stood up and stood to the side. The smell of burning paper and fragrant herbs mixed together in the air and entered his nostrils. He didn't like this smell.

When I was a child, I smelled this scent, and I could always see familiar figures in the village, but now I can't see them anymore.

However, he was also conflicted, because smelling this aroma meant that there would be delicious food.

He was always conflicted when he was a child, but he doesn't anymore now that he's grown up.

Compared to attending a banquet, it's definitely harder to feel sad when familiar people leave.

The three men, carrying a child, walked back to the village in silence until they reached Yu Dazhi's small shop, where the other man suddenly called out to Yu Dawei.

Not long after, he took a tin gourd from the house and tossed it to Yu Dawei from a distance: "Here you go."

"Didn't your grandfather give this to you? Why are you giving it to me?" Yu Dawei asked in surprise.

It is said that before his death, Grandpa Yu Quan made arrangements for his inheritance for his two sons. The house in the backyard, his own land, and the front and back gardens were given to his eldest son, while the storeroom, the things in the storeroom, and all his own belongings were given to his younger son.

Finally, there was the tin gourd that had accompanied Grandpa Yu Quan throughout his life. He quietly took it out before he died and handed it to his youngest son.

All things considered, she still prefers her younger son more. As for her older son, his domineering wife is definitely a downside.

“I don’t drink, it’s a waste to leave it here.” Yu Dazhi handed the old man’s remaining small bottle of baijiu to Yu Dawei. “I could tell that night that you’d definitely be a drunkard in the future, so I’m just giving it to you. Just promise me you won’t sell it.”

Yu Dazhi actually had another thought: he couldn't bear to see this thing. Now, just looking at it was like being stabbed in the heart.

He felt that if the tin gourd was given to Yu Dawei, the old man would definitely not object.

After all, he wouldn't even let his own grandson touch his precious tin gourd, and no one had ever shared the strong liquor inside.

There was only one person, and only one person.

He can lift this wine gourd.

"Alright, I promise you. Let's go home." Yu Dawei stroked the palm-sized tin gourd, threaded the short red rope through his belt, and hung the tin gourd on his waist, just like Grandpa Yu Quan usually did.

Yu Dazhi stood at the door, watching Yu Dawei's back and the tin gourd at his waist. Suddenly, he felt a little better, no, much better.

In the afternoon, Yu Dawei sat in the courtyard, admiring the tin gourd. Next to him, Han Jingfan was lying on the table, quietly writing something on a yellowed booklet with an old fountain pen. Beside them was an open mahogany box.

Yu Dawei tied the copper coins and tin wine gourd that the old man had given him together. Finally, he couldn't resist pulling out the gourd stopper, taking a small sip of the remaining wine, and slowly swallowing it with his eyes closed.

It's spicy, it's spicy no matter how you drink it. "It's finished writing."

"So fast? Let me see." Yu Dawei grabbed the old booklet, while Han Jingfan looked on with concern, afraid that she might accidentally break it.

Yu Quan was born in the first three years of the Republic of China...

As Yu Dawei read the stories of his great-grandfather, which he had compiled from the older generation, he would occasionally pause to gaze at the sky in a daze, as if he were experiencing the extraordinary era in which his great-grandfather lived.

Despite his wealthy family background, he fought desperately to quit smoking, resisted foreign invaders, struggled to survive, transmitted intelligence for the Chinese in prison, and secretly sent away China's top talents who were imprisoned... There are many stories to discover, and it is only through gradual exploration that we realize how extraordinary Grandpa's life was.

Yu Dawei finally closed the booklet, stacked the two books together in the box, and lastly, placed the Sunny Day Medal, which belonged only to Grandpa, on top of the booklet.

"My son seems to have woken up." Han Jingfan keenly heard her son crying, put down her pen, turned around and quickly ran from the landlord's house into the house.

Yu Dawei held the mahogany box, leisurely gazing up at the sky. At this moment, he didn't want to think about anything, whether it was repairing or maintaining the car.

Look how beautiful the azure sky is.

A thick white cloud hung high in the clear sky.

It drifts gently, the wind is its carriage, and it seems to have its own direction, which should be the end of the world.

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The next day, Yu Dawei got up from his grandfather's house and prepared to go to town. He and his grandfather had gotten drunk again the night before, and the whole family slept in the backyard.

Yu Dawei's alcohol tolerance has indeed improved. He clearly felt that his alcohol tolerance had increased. He drank two glasses of baijiu and felt dizzy. In the past, he couldn't even handle one glass of baijiu.

The old man wanted to go with him this time. Yesterday, they talked about the small wheeled excavator. Yu Laonian was a little worried. In addition, now everyone in the village knows that electricity is going to be connected and that this matter is related to Yu Dawei. People come to Yu Laonian's house every day to ask him all sorts of questions.

He was so annoyed by all the questions he was getting, so he decided to take this opportunity to get some peace and quiet.

The truck head and the truck bed were taken away together. Inside the truck bed were vegetables that Zhang Yunqin had picked from the garden. She knew that Duan Dahai was a kind-hearted man who had always helped his eldest son. Since there was nothing of value to show for it in the village, she could only pick some vegetables to express her gratitude.

Zhang Yunqin also picked some plums (fruits) that were slightly ripe in the garden, and covered them with a quilt for a few days until they were fully ripe.

The father and son had already left their tools with Duan Dahai, and since there was nothing left to take, they drove their four-wheeled vehicle away from the village.

Now everyone in the village is saying that Yu Dawei has made a fortune. Some say he's reselling fruit, some say he's selling socks, and some even more outrageous ones say he's working for a rich woman in town and gets paid every day without having to do anything.

Yu Dawei ignored them all. Where there are people, there will be gossip; where there are people, there will be conflicts. These things are beyond our control, so let them be.

The two arrived in town and first went to Boss Liang's place to see how many parts had been found.

When Boss Liang saw Yu Dawei and his son, he immediately recognized Yu Laonian and was incredibly hospitable. He gave Yu Laonian his old, worn-out boss chair and served him tea and water.

This really confused Yu Laonian.

It was during the conversation that I learned that Boss Liang's entry into the agricultural machinery parts industry was also related to Yu Laonian. Back when he was in the brigade, he was still young and had nothing to do, so he went over and listened to a few classes for free.

Later, when the family had some savings, they opened an auto parts store. Over the years, the whole family has relied on this store to make a living. In addition, given Boss Liang's current relationship with Yu Dawei, it wouldn't be unreasonable to treat Yu's father as an honored guest.

However, when Yu Dawei asked about the parts, Boss Liang seemed to have a mute, stammering and unable to say anything. In the end, he could only sigh and honestly admit that these parts were not easy to find.

If you really want to find it, you'll have to go to Liancheng yourself.

Yu Dawei was in a dilemma. If there were no suitable parts, it would be very difficult to repair the car. Should he go to Liancheng to take a look?
Just then, Yu Laonian made a suggestion: he would help disassemble the wheeled excavator first, and let Yu Dawei go to Liancheng to find a seller to ship the goods directly.

Just as the three were discussing, Boss Liang received the latest news: the engine parts had been found, and they were complete original PW40 engine sets, used and damaged, and someone in the oil city offered three thousand yuan for them.

The price was clearly inflated. After receiving a signal from Yu Dawei, Boss Liang began to negotiate the price and finally settled on 1,500 yuan. The other party also included a delivery service.

Yu Dawei gave Boss Liang a thumbs up and awarded him the title of "bargaining expert".

[ps: Thank you to reader 09801 for the 100 Qidian coins! May you be happy every day, and may all good things come in abundance! —Han Jingfan]

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