Returning wealthy individuals develop their hometowns and become rich in the 1980s

Leaving aside Liu Kun, pepper, and others, in order to raise the 500,000 yuan that Wang Wenxi mentioned, they drove to Zhou Tian in Huipu County, intending to deceive the local gangsters there. After Wang Wenxi told his brother-in-law Huang Bingkun, Chen Dong sent several bodyguards to follow them all the way to Huipu County.

Meanwhile, in Lianzhai, 1983 had passed and 1984 had arrived. On this day, Chen Dong was drinking tea and playing with his daughter Huiyi on the second floor of the Western-style building when his elder brother Chen Zaiguang brought Xiao Chenhui, who had gone to open the door, upstairs. Chen Dong smiled, picked up his daughter, and said in a low voice, "Little Huiyi, quickly call your uncle."

"Ahhh!" Little Huiyi excitedly waved her little arms in Chen Dong's arms, and the drool on her hands smeared half of Chen Dong's cheek as she waved.

Chen Zaiguang walked over and picked up Xiao Huiyi. The little one's legs were still kicking. To be honest, a child's hands and feet are like controlled knives, they have a lot of strength. She really didn't hold back and used all her strength on you.

"Oh my, so full of energy!" Chen Zaiguang almost dropped the puppy he was holding. Xiao Huiyi was born in 1982, which is the Year of the Dog according to the Chinese zodiac.

"Aaaaaah!"

Little Huiyi was being held by her uncle, and she tried to put her hand into Chen Zaiguang's mouth. Chen Zaiguang didn't dare to bite her hand hard and just gently bit it, teasing her and making Little Huiyi giggle.

"Brother, is there something you need?"

Chen Dongchong, who was fond of tea, watched Chen Zaiguang interacting with his daughter. Chen Zaiguang nodded, hummed in agreement, and said, "My father wants you to come over. He said that this year during the Spring Festival, our Lianzhai village is planning to hold the 'Ying Laoye' ceremony again, and he wants you to come and listen."

"What is a camp master?" Rongguo, who was doing his homework nearby, looked up curiously, and Chen Hui also looked at Chen Zaiguang with the same curiosity.

"It's a procession of the gods. Lots of people carry the statues of the gods, and big gongs and drums are played as they circle our village," Chen Zaiguang explained to the two little rascals. Little Chen Hui exclaimed, "Daddy, is it as fun as Disney's carnival?"

"Pretty much," Chen Dong couldn't find a more suitable analogy. Little Chen Hui jumped up excitedly, "Then I'm going to dress up as Minocco, hehe, using a carrot as my long nose, beep beep beep!"

Chen Dong quickly explained to his son that this wasn't like a carnival where anyone could dress up strangely and parade. Chen Zaiguang also laughed and said, "Ronghui, if you really want to, then tell your uncle so he can get you a colorful flag."

"I want to carry the colorful flag with my brother too!" Xiao Rongguo always stood by his brother Ronghui, and of course he didn't want to be left behind when it came to something so fun.

"Alright, let's go to the old house then, don't keep Uncle waiting too long," Chen Dong said, leading Xiao Chenhui and Xiao Rongguo downstairs while Chen Zaiguang carried Xiao Huiyi.

Zhang Yi and the others flew to Paris the day before yesterday. Xiao Huiyi has also been weaned, so they weren't worried about the baby going hungry and decided to leave her in Lianzhai. Huang Lanzhi, Gu Ying, and Ma Jiao could help take care of her. Fortunately, Xiao Huiyi isn't shy around strangers.

As the year draws to a close, the temperature in Tuocheng hasn't dropped much, but the cold wind still causes the leaves of the old banyan tree at the entrance of Lianzhai Village to fall down in a flurry. As soon as Chen Dong and the others stepped out of the small building, Chen Zaiguang quickly wrapped Xiao Huiyi in his arms to keep her from being exposed to the cold wind.

The main room of the Chen family's old house was full of people. The room was packed with people, but it was also warm and cozy. Old Mrs. Wei Shufen sat on a recliner with a blanket draped over her legs and a cup of hot tea in her hands. She listened with her eyes half-closed as Chen Xiangui and other clansmen talked.

As soon as Chen Dong and his group walked in, they greeted everyone with smiles, "Earl Xianfeng, Earl Xianliang, Brother Zaixu... Brother Zaijin!"

All the people who came here were members of the Chen clan of Lianzhai. The two uncles that Chen Dong called were elderly people of the same generation as his eldest uncle and his father, and they were all in their seventies or eighties.

As for the other men in their fifties or sixties who were called "brother" by Chen Dong, they were all from the same generation as him. Some people might wonder, isn't the old man Chen Shengyu from the eldest branch of the family? Logically, the eldest branch should produce younger generations, and the younger branches should produce older generations. There's no reason why Chen Xiangui, the eldest son of the eldest branch, is younger than Chen Xianfeng and the others from the younger branches.

This is because Chen Shengyu's mother was Chen Daisheng's second wife. Old Master Chen married his second wife when he was forty years old, and they had two sons, Chen Shengyu and Chen Shengyu. As for his firstborn children, they were all daughters, and some were born to concubines. No matter how old they were, they could not become the eldest son to carry on the family line.

This has led to the fact that the eldest branch of the Chen family, despite being young, has a high seniority. For example, Rongguo, who is only four years old, is so young that when he walks on the road in Lianzhai, some Chen family members who are old enough to be his fathers have to respectfully call him Uncle Rongguo or Old Uncle Rongguo.

As soon as Chen Dong and the others sat down, Chen Xiangui placed a cup of tea in front of Chen Dong and said with a smile, "A Dong, I called you over to discuss something with you. This year, the higher-ups have given the green light, and the Yingye folk custom can continue."

When Chen Xiangui saw Xiao Huiyi, he automatically stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray and fanned the smoke with his hand. The sound wasn't loud, but everyone in the room could hear it clearly. "The town government has already said that as long as we don't engage in feudal superstitions and celebrate the New Year in a lively manner, the government will support us."

Chen Dong nodded, picked up the teacup in front of him, and asked Chen Xiangui, "Uncle, are you sure you want to hold it this year?"

"Yes," Chen Xiangui said, "I've already asked Secretary Tian about the street office, and he said it's feasible. Our Lianzhai has developed well in the past two years, and we want to use the opportunity of the camp to boost the morale of the villagers and let outsiders see the new look of our Lianzhai."

Chen Zaixing crossed his legs, a toothpick dangling from his mouth, and chuckled twice. "Dad, this is great news! I even rode on your shoulders once when I was little, but they stopped allowing it later, and I haven't seen it for many years. I remember my aunt was carrying the first flag back then."

Chen Xiangui glared at his unreliable son, a memory he vividly recalled of the time his son had peed on his neck. "Adong, you still don't know what a camp master is!"

"This is an old tradition of our Tuocheng people that has lasted for hundreds of years," Chen Xiangui said, his eyes shining as if he were recalling the grand occasion of his youth. "When I was a child, the 'Bing Laoye' of Lianzhai was quite a sight. Dozens of banners were carried along, walking from one end of the village to the other, patrolling the fields and crossing the stream bridge. People along the way would set up incense tables and set off firecrackers at their doors, praying for good weather and peace for the young and old throughout the year."

After listening, Chen Dong nodded and asked, "Uncle, what are the village's plans for this incident with Master Ying?"

After listening, Chen Xiangui looked at the clansmen present and said, "The village council doesn't have much money right now, and the street committee is only offering verbal support. Secretary Tian's idea is to let the village council take the lead, and each household can voluntarily contribute as much as they can."

Chen Zaixing pulled the toothpick out of his mouth and threw it on the coffee table. "Dad, why bother contributing? Our family will pay for it."