Reborn veteran, lying flat since high school

Leaving the Xingfu Jiayuan residential area and continuing north along Anshun Riverside Road for more than ten miles, you will reach the northwest area of ​​Chengguan Town.

It is also the location of Tangjia Village.

The village is named after the Tang dynasty, and most of the residents are members of the Tang clan.

The village's alleys are also very orderly. Tang Luyuan's branch of the family's house is at the east end, about 30 meters into the village, on the left side of the first alley on the south side.

Next to the roadside is the backyard of Tang Yisheng's grandmother's house.

In the mid-to-late 1970s, every household cultivated their own private plots, planting some melons, fruits and vegetables, and raising some chickens, ducks and geese in small enclosures.

My uncle's house is in front of the main house.

In the early 1980s, Tang Yisheng's uncle and father separated and lived separately. The uncle was the eldest son and lived closest to his grandmother's house.

Tang Yisheng's old house is in front of his uncle's courtyard.

Further ahead is a threshing ground of over 400 square meters, also known as a drying ground.

In the southwest corner of the drying ground is a dry toilet built by the family, and in front of it is one of the only two lake bays in Tangjia Village.

The north side of the lake bay is occupied by villagers' houses, while the south side is all farmland belonging to each household.

The arrival of the Audi A6 in the village caused quite a stir.

Even the county officials drive Audi 100s and Passats.

The A6 undoubtedly exudes a more high-end and prestigious feel.

Even the children didn't dare to get too close, and they didn't dare to make too much noise.

The car finally stopped at the entrance of the alley.

Tang Yisheng moved his buttocks behind the driver's seat and got out of the car from the left side.

He didn't actually know any of the older generation in the village; he couldn't even recall the names of most of them.

Get off on the left and go straight into the alley.

This way, it won't be too awkward if you run into someone in the alley.

Tang Yisheng could at least recognize his western neighbor and could usually address him correctly.

Attorney Wang walked around the front of the car, gave the driver, Mr. Yao, a few instructions, and then caught up with Tang Yisheng.

The village kids are unruly; if they throw a couple of bricks and smash the car, he won't be able to explain it to Director Song.

Tang Yisheng went to his grandmother's yard first.

The gate was unlocked, but there was a padlock on it, which meant no one was home.

So Tang Yisheng continued walking forward, and when he reached his uncle's courtyard, he subconsciously glanced south again.

Surprised.

It was empty, just a pile of yellow earth, with a few scattered traces of dilapidated mud walls.

What about your own house?

Ten minutes later.

The kang (heated brick bed) at my uncle's house.

Tang Yisheng pretended to listen attentively to his grandmother's rambling explanations as she sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed).

Last year, heavy rains caused flooding, and Tang Yisheng's mud-brick house, which had been uninhabited for many years, completely collapsed into a pile of clods of earth.

The old lady figured her youngest son wasn't coming back anyway, so she decided to take matters into her own hands, leveling the ground with the collapsed clods of earth and clearing the rest to the sides.

As a result, my uncle's yard immediately became two or three times larger, bright and spacious.

The old lady also said that if it weren't for the shortage of help with her eldest grandson's college entrance exam, she was planning to plant a row of jujube trees and a row of apple trees in front of the house...

That's really nice.

What a wonderful grandmother!

My old family house was demolished and occupied. If I hadn't come back, I wouldn't have heard a sound.

Sudden.

Tang Yisheng's heart skipped a beat.

If Tangjia Village was demolished in my past life, shouldn't my family also receive a share?

Was it embezzled by my uncle's family?

Or was it because the house collapsed and its area couldn't be measured, resulting in unfortunate losses?

Ugh.

No wonder her own father was so cold and heartless, leaving without a word.

It seems that he never really longed for or enjoyed family ties from a young age.

Perhaps this is what they mean by "like begets like," or "a rat's son knows how to dig a hole"...

Tang Yisheng examined himself.

Severing ties with family brings no heartache, only a sense of relief and an irrepressible joy.

Could it be that deep down, I am just as heartless and ungrateful as my own father, Tang Luyuan?

Tang Yisheng thought of the fat man and Wang Min again.

I felt a little more at ease.

I am quite loyal and value relationships.

It seems that if it's not due to its own genetic evolution, then it must be a mutation.

As the saying goes, the rich play with technology, while the poor rely on mutation.

Tang Yisheng was convinced that he must have undergone a genetic mutation, otherwise how could he be both reborn and possess photographic memory?

He's practically become an invisible superhero.

Grandma was still rambling on and on to her second grandson.

My uncle and cousin weren't home; they went to the next village to run some errands.

"Now your aunt sells vegetables in the city, and your uncle is responsible for collecting them from the village. Life is a bit tight, but it's not bad either. You've even managed to send your sister and brother to university..."

The old lady seemed quite content.

She favored her eldest uncle since she was young, perhaps because her grandfather liked Tang Yisheng's father. After Tang Yisheng's grandfather passed away from a heart attack, her grandmother's favoritism was no longer suppressed.

Tang Yisheng gave a perfunctory answer.

What could Tang Yisheng say to an old lady who was sharp of hearing and sight and whose hair roots were starting to grow black hair again?

The explanation doesn't make sense.

Arguing shows disrespect to elders.

This is my grandma.

Just listen without really understanding and just fool people.

I waited for more than half an hour.

The sound of a motor sputtering came from inside the yard.

Uncle Tang Luquan rode a Yellow River 250 motorcycle with his cousin Tang Yilang in the yard.

My cousin is not tall, a bit dark-skinned and thin, and looks almost exactly like my aunt.

His appearance was quite poor, which may be the reason why he hated his cousin Tang Yisheng so much after he became successful in his previous life.

Jealousy breeds hatred, and it's not just a woman's problem.

"Brother Yilang, Uncle."

Tang Yisheng came out to greet them from the main hall.

He had really had enough of the old lady's nagging.

Let's get down to business and deal with this as soon as possible.

"Yisheng, when did you get back?"

Tang Yisheng wasted his seven-tenths enthusiasm and familiarity because his cousin was shy and didn't talk much.

He took the initiative to come out and greet her, and Shi She only nodded and pursed her lips.

The uncle, however, stopped his motorcycle and greeted Tang Yisheng with a smile.

"I just got back. I went home first, and when my aunt told me you were back, I came over. I also wanted to see my grandma."

"How can you say that? Grandma is an elder. We must come back to see Grandma first."

My cousin finally spoke up.

Well, the tone and focus were both terrible.

Tang Yisheng almost couldn't help but add: If you can't speak properly, you can speak less or even shut up. There's no need to jump out and embarrass yourself.

He has absolutely no cunning.

He revealed his true colors in just two sentences.

Tang Yisheng realized from his cousin's words, which only focused on finding fault, that if he wanted to "get rid of people," there would probably be quite a few twists and turns.

It's not that simple.

Human nature is driven by self-interest, especially by the inherently cold-hearted and ungrateful direct relatives of the Tang family.

They were thinking the same thing.

What's presented on the surface is a completely different matter.

Enter the room and take a seat.

The dutiful cousin took off his shoes and climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed), waiting for his father to run around changing the tea leaves.

Grandma, who had been chatting away with her grandson Tang Yisheng, took out two loose pieces of Sachima from the drawer of the cabinet by the kang (heated brick bed).

"Xiao Lang, are you starving? Hurry up and have a bite to eat. Nai Jing was so busy talking to your brother that she didn't even have time to light the fire in the stove..."

well.

Very powerful.

She truly is a wonderful grandmother.

Ok.

My cousin is good too.

Neither of them offered any discount on the two pieces of Sachima.

It seems that Tang Yisheng, the cousin and the grandmother's legitimate second grandson, is not a wanderer returning from the provincial capital, but an outsider who covets their snacks.

It's just a simple Sachima (a type of Chinese pastry).

It's so sweet and sticky, is it really that bad?!

Tang Yisheng turned his head away, his lips pursed deeply.

The invisible lawyer, Wang, sat on a stool in the corner of the cabinet, his hands on his knees, his back straight.

He knew perfectly well what was going on.

Having such a confused grandmother and such a narrow-minded cousin.

Next, I'm destined to be used as a shield by machine gunners, working alongside that little devil Tang Yisheng to wreak havoc on all sides.