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"This...this is where we're supposed to stay?"

Jiang Ming stood in front of a three-story lakeside villa, stammering as he asked, his eyes wide like saucers.

After the ceremony of recognizing their ancestors, Jiang Chen did not arrange for them to stay in a hotel. Instead, he took Jiang Yaohua's family directly to the newly developed lakeside villa area in the back mountain.

Each villa here has its own small courtyard, facing the shimmering reservoir behind the mountain, with scenery as beautiful as a painting.

Jiang Chen brought them to the building with the best location.

"Let's go in and take a look."

Jiang Chen smiled and used his fingerprint to open the heavy solid wood door.

The moment the door was pushed open, everyone gasped.

A huge, high-ceilinged living room appeared before us, with an area of ​​at least two hundred square meters.

The marble floor, smooth as a mirror, reflects a person's image clearly.

A huge crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, dazzling and eye-catching.

One entire wall of the living room is a huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking a vast reservoir and rolling green hills.

This isn't a house, it's practically a palace!

Jiang Yaohua's granddaughter-in-law, the woman who had lived in a leaky tin shack in Kuala Lumpur for half her life, stood at the door, not even daring to change her shoes.

She was afraid that her old cloth shoes, covered in mud, would dirty the gleaming floor.

"Sister-in-law, don't just stand there, come in."

Wang Dagou shouted loudly from the side and stepped in first.

Jiang Chen walked to the center of the living room and snapped his fingers.

"Xiao Ai, my classmate."

"I'm here." A gentle female voice came from inside the wall.

"Turn on the air conditioner, draw the curtains, and play welcome music."

The words had barely left his lips.

"Whoosh—"

The heavy velvet curtains closed slowly and automatically.

The central air conditioning silently delivers a comfortable breeze.

Melodious classical music filled the entire living room.

These relatives from Southeast Asia had never seen anything like this before.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, frozen in place.

Jiang Yaohua's seven or eight-year-old great-grandson curiously ran to the second-floor bathroom.

The next second, he ran out as if he had seen a ghost, his face pale.

"Dad! Dad! This toilet lights up! And it sprays water by itself! Is it leaking electricity?!"

He pointed at the smart toilet with blue ambient lighting that was automatically flushing, and was so frightened he almost cried.

"puff--!"

Wang Dagou was laughing so hard downstairs that his stomach hurt, and he squatted down, clutching his stomach.

He ran upstairs in a few steps, put his arm around the child's shoulder, and began to demonstrate to them how to use it.

"Little brother, don't be afraid! This is called smart home technology! Every household in our village has it as standard!"

As Wang Dagou spoke, he pressed the touch screen on the wall.

"Look, this one automatically adjusts the water temperature, this one has a drying function, and pressing this button can even give you a massage..."

Jiang Ming's family gathered around the bathroom door, watching Wang Dagou's actions as if they were watching a magic show.

Downstairs living room.

Jiang Yaohua was helped by Jiang Chen to sit on the expensive-looking genuine leather sofa.

The sofa was as soft as a cloud; once you sat down, you sank into it.

He stretched out his withered hand and gently stroked the soft leather surface of the sofa, feeling its delicate texture.

After a long while, the old man let out a long sigh.

He turned to look at Jiang Chen and Jiang Wanshan, his face full of worry.

"Brother, Chenzi...you've given us such a nice house and arranged everything so thoughtfully...but our whole family doesn't even have a proper skill. How are we going to live in the village like this? Isn't this just freeloading and making people talk behind our backs?"

Deep down, he was still that old-fashioned craftsman who supported his family by pushing a stone mill with his own hands.

He can't bring himself to enjoy all of this with a clear conscience.

Jiang Chen smiled, took a bottle of chilled mineral water from the refrigerator next to him, and handed it to the old man.

"Uncle Yaohua, you're overthinking it."

Jiang Chen sat down on the sofa next to him, his tone relaxed.

"First, once you're included in the Jiangjia Village family genealogy, you're family. You won't miss out on a single penny of the village's annual industry dividends. That's the rule."

"Secondly, there are plenty of places for young people to work. Our village's logistics park, fresh fruit processing plant, and the packaging plant that's about to be built are all short of workers. As long as you're willing to work, you can get whatever wages and bonuses you want."

Jiang Chen looked at Jiang Yaohua and said, word by word.

"Our Jiang family doesn't support idlers, but we will never mistreat any of our own people."

A few words brought tears to Jiang Yaohua's eyes again.

His last remaining concerns and anxieties were completely dispelled.

night.

A grand banquet filled the entire cultural square.

Jiang Youfu pulled out all the stops.

Top-quality ingredients nurtured with revitalized spring water are transformed into a variety of delicious dishes that are perfect in color, aroma, and taste.

Steamed soft-shelled turtle has tender meat that melts in your mouth.

Braised wild boar meat, rich but not greasy, with an irresistible aroma.

There are also various special-supply vegetables whose names I don't know, each bite carrying a refreshing sweetness.

Jiang Yaohua and his family were seated at the head table.

They've never eaten anything so good before.

Jiang Ming's son, the little boy who was frightened by the smart toilet, was holding a turtle leg in one hand, gnawing on it with oil dripping from his mouth, crying as he ate.

Jiang Ming quickly asked him what was wrong.

The boy spoke incoherently, tears and snot streaming down his face.

"Grandpa... I feel... we've truly come back to life!"