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"They're back! Brother Chen and the others are back!"

I don't know who shouted at the village entrance.

The entire Jiangjia Village instantly erupted in excitement.

Today, this place is even more lively than during the Spring Festival.

Beneath the massive archway at the village entrance, bright red lanterns hung in abundance, and festive red ribbons stretched from the top of the archway all the way to the ground.

The archway was packed with people.

Men, women, young and old, hundreds of people spontaneously came to greet them.

Everyone's face was beaming with a genuine smile, a joy born from welcoming long-lost loved ones home.

The convoy slowly came to a stop.

Before the car door even opened, a figure rushed forward from the front of the crowd.

It was none other than the old master, Jiang Wanshan.

Today he was wearing a brand new dark blue Tang suit, his hair was neatly combed, and the copper pipe in his hand was polished to a shine.

The person supporting him was his third grandfather, Jiang Wanhai.

The usually stubborn old man now had red eyes and tightly pursed lips.

The door of the medical RV opened.

Jiang Yao's high-class stretcher was slowly pushed out.

Jiang Yaohua spotted Jiang Wanshan and Jiang Wanhai standing under the archway at a glance.

He struggled to sit up from the stretcher.

"Eldest brother...Third brother..."

His voice was hoarse, trembling with sobs.

Jiang Chen strode over, signaled the medical staff to stop, and personally helped Jiang Yaohua down from the stretcher.

Jiang Wanhai could no longer hold back.

He released his older brother's hand and rushed to Jiang Yaohua in three quick steps.

The 76-year-old man looked at his second brother, who was 20 years older than him but as thin as a stick, his eyes reddened, and he raised his hand and punched him on the shoulder.

The force was very light.

"You old bastard!"

Jiang Wanhai's cursing was tinged with a heavy nasal tone.

"Go outside and suffer those foreign hardships! Aren't our homemade white steamed buns more delicious than your lousy soy milk?!"

One sentence was enough to make Jiang Yaohua's tears flow uncontrollably.

Jiang Wanshan also came over.

He stretched out his calloused hands and gripped Jiang Yaohua's arm tightly.

"It's good that you're back...it's good that you're back..."

The three elderly people stood there under the archway at the village entrance.

Jiang Wanshan is 78 years old.

Jiang Wanhai, 76 years old.

There's also Jiang Yaohua, who is ninety-six years old.

Three brothers, whose combined age exceeds 250, finally reunited after being separated for more than 70 years.

They hugged each other tightly, like three helpless children, and wept bitterly in front of the whole village.

The old man's cries were filled with so much longing, grievances, and heartache.

The surrounding villagers, witnessing this scene, also had tears in their eyes.

Hu Lahua stood in the crowd, holding her greasy apron and wiping away tears.

She turned around and saw that Wang Dagou next to her was also dumbfounded, so she kicked him in the butt.

"What are you standing there for! Set off some firecrackers!"

Wang Dagou suddenly realized what was happening and quickly picked up a roll of firecrackers that was thicker than a bucket from the side.

"Light the fire! Let's welcome our Second Great-Grandfather back!"

"Crackling and popping—!"

Tens of thousands of loud red explosions suddenly erupted at the village entrance.

The deafening sound, accompanied by acrid smoke, instantly brought the atmosphere to a climax.

The shattered red paper scraps, like a red snowfall, covered the ground in a thick layer, resembling a red carpet laid out especially for Jiang Yaohua's family.

Jiang Chen took the megaphone from Wang Dagou, stood on a rock, and loudly announced to the whole village.

"Listen up, men and women of the whole village!"

"Today, our Jiang family, including our second great-grandfather's family who had been separated from us, are officially returning to our ancestral home!"

His voice, amplified by a loudspeaker, echoed throughout every corner of the village.

"Jiang Youfu!"

Jiang Youfu, who was wiping away tears in the crowd, was startled and quickly responded.

"Hey, Brother Chen!"

"Tonight's banquet is going to be a whole level higher! All the dishes will be specially supplied from our Changsheng Base! Let Second Grandfather's family taste what the flavors of our hometown really are!"

"Alright!"

Jiang Youfu slapped his thigh excitedly and turned to run towards the cafeteria.

The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers and applause.

Jiang Yaohua's grandson, Jiang Ming, along with his wife and children, followed behind.

They were completely stunned as they looked at the hundreds of enthusiastic villagers before them, at the undisguised warmth and joy on their faces.

This deep and inseparable clan affection is like a warm embrace, tightly surrounding them.

Those days of living in fear and being bullied in the slums of Kuala Lumpur seem like a thing of the past.

Jiang Ming's wife tugged at her husband's sleeve and whispered.

"Akiko, I...I feel like I'm dreaming."

Jiang Ming nodded heavily, his eyes welling up with tears.

The sound of firecrackers gradually subsided.

Grandpa Jiang Wanshan held Jiang Yaohua's hand with one hand and pointed with the other towards the center of the village, where a magnificent, imposing antique-style building was being renovated and expanded.

The building, with its dougong brackets, flying eaves, carved beams, and painted rafters, was even larger than the ancient royal palaces.

"Yaohua, let's go!"

Jiang Wanshan's voice was loud and clear, full of pride.

"Brother will take you to see our new ancestral hall first!"

"The ancestors of the Jiang family are all waiting for you!"