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

28th day of the twelfth lunar month

Chen Dong's plane landed at Tuocheng Waisha Airport. He flew from New York to Hong Kong, and then transferred in Hong Kong to Tuocheng, a flight that took more than ten hours.

When they got off the plane, Xiao Huiyi had already fallen asleep on Zhang Yi's shoulder, but Rong Hui was still wide awake, peering out the window and muttering, "We're here, we're here."

Outside the airport, Chen Zaiguang personally picked them up in his Dilu car. Chen Xiangui and Huang Lanzhi each held one of their grandchildren's hands. When Chen Zaiguang saw his parents come out, he smiled and waved to them.

"Mom and Dad, everything at the old house is all packed up. Grandma keeps asking why you haven't come back yet," Chen Zaiguang said, taking the luggage and starting to load it into the trunk of the car.

"It's mainly because your Uncle Lin and his family in New York are so hospitable. They insisted that we two old folks stay a little longer. If you hadn't called to urge us, they probably wouldn't have let us come back so soon," Huang Lanzhi said as she helped Xiao Rongguo into the car before getting in herself.

"Brother, is everything alright?" Chen Dong smiled and hugged Chen Zaiguang. Chen Zaiguang patted him on the shoulder. "Yes, everything is fine. Let's go home."

Everyone got into the car, left the city and entered Nanzhao Highway. The newly planted trees on both sides of the road had sprouted new buds, and the tender green leaves shone in the thin winter sunlight.

He has walked this road countless times, from his first trip back in the early 1980s to recognize his ancestors, to now, the road has been widened, factories and shops have been added on both sides, and even the streetlights have been replaced.

As the car turned onto the Lianzhai village road, Chen Dong saw the new house in the distance. It was a six-and-a-half-story Western-style building with milky-white mosaic tiles on the exterior walls. The top floor had a semi-open terrace with several camellias planted on it, making it look like a small garden from afar.

The first floor is a hall modeled after the Chao Tuo Ancestral Hall. Behind the main entrance hangs a plaque inscribed with "Yingchuan Family Heritage". In the center of the hall is a newly made ebony shrine, which enshrines the memorial tablets of Chen Daisheng, Chen Shengyu and Chen Shengyu, father and sons. Incense burns continuously from morning to night.

Grandma Wei Shufen watched with a smile as Chen Dong and the others entered the new building. Chen Dong took the incense sticks from the old lady's hand, knelt down in front of the prayer mat, and offered incense to the ancestors.

The children ran and played happily up and down the new building, while the adults sat in the living room on the second floor, drinking tea and talking about their fun trip to New York. Relatives also came over to greet them warmly, and the Chen family's new building was filled with laughter and joy.

At dinner, three square tables were pushed together and filled the room with people. Chen Xiangui sat in the main seat, next to the old lady, and then Chen Dong and his brothers sat in a row. Zhang Yi and several of her sisters-in-law sat at another table with their children.

On the table were braised goose, oyster omelet, and ginger and sweet potato soup brought by Chen Zaiguang from Nanyuelou. Huang Lanzhi stewed a pot of old hen soup. The chicken that Chen Xiangui killed himself was chopped into pieces and braised. It was glossy with soy sauce and had a fragrant aroma.

Chen Xiangui raised his wine glass, first toasting the old lady, then looking at the table full of his children and grandchildren, he opened his mouth as if to say something, but couldn't say anything for a long time. In the end, he only said, "Eat, it's good that you're all back."

Everyone raised their glasses, which clinked together with a crisp sound.

As Chen Dong listened to the loud firecrackers outside, he raised his wine glass, glanced at the three ancestral tablets on the altar, and drank the wine in one gulp.

Grandpa, I have completed the task you entrusted to me.

The End!