Looking at their father's embarrassed figure, the mother and her two sons looked at the old man with somewhat puzzled expressions.

The old man saw the expressions of the others and said indifferently, "Tao'er, go call your uncle back and tell him that his eldest nephew is back. Daughter-in-law, go cook a few dishes. Your son hasn't eaten yet! We can talk while we eat."

Fang Lang watched the old man walking back and forth in the living room with his cane, smiling. He was afraid that the old man might fall accidentally, so he stepped forward and said softly, "Grandpa, be careful, don't fall. Let's sit down and talk slowly, okay?"

"Haha... Lang'er! What you just said really hits the nail on the head. I still remember when your great grandfather passed away, he called me and the old brothers who came with him to his bedside and repeatedly told us not to forget where our roots are and where our ancestors were. Before their older generation passed away, they would gather us young people together and repeatedly emphasize to us that we must not forget our roots. However, I find that in your generation, many people don't remember their ancestors very well, and some people can't even speak our language or write our characters. We old guys often get together, feeling anxious and angry, and we don't know what to do. However, your words today have given me hope again. You can talk to us old guys about your ideas and thoughts later. Don't worry, I will fully support you." The old man's face was full of excitement and relief, with tears in his eyes and a rosy complexion. He felt ten years younger.

"Okay, Grandpa, calm down first. I'll pack my luggage first and then talk to you guys about my ideas later. You can also give me some advice on them. Everyone has their own shortcomings!" Fang Lang said as he helped the old man sit on his recliner.

The old man waved at Fang Lang, signaling him to go and clean up first, and muttered, "Hurry up and pack up. Your father and the others should be here soon."

Fang Lang looked at his grandfather again and saw him sitting on a recliner, tapping the armrests rhythmically. He was obviously in a good mood. He smiled and said nothing more, picked up his luggage and walked to his room.

After Fang Lang cleaned up his room and washed his face, he found that his living room was full of people. There were at least 30 people. There were only about 10 people of his grandfather's generation, and the rest were mostly their sons and grandchildren. Since they were all from the same village, most of them were elders who had watched Fang Lang grow up, so Fang Lang hurried forward and greeted them one by one.

Fang Lang's uncle Fang Xinshui was also among them. Fang Xinshui was the youngest son of his grandfather. He was spoiled by his grandmother since he was a child, so he was very naughty. His grades were not very good when he was in school, but he was forced by his great grandfather to learn martial arts since he was a child, so he was good at fighting and was also a well-known devil.

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Later, as he grew older, he started to hang out in society. When Fang Lang was still young, he had formed a small Chinese gang in downtown Sao Paulo with his friends who grew up with him. Because guns are not banned in Brazil, he would walk around the city with a gun stuck in his belt every day. His grandfather had taught him a lesson many times, but it was useless. Once, after a big fight with his grandfather, he simply moved out, but he often came to visit his grandfather and father.

My uncle liked Fang Lang very much since he was a child. He married a Portuguese white wife and had two daughters. People of this era generally valued boys over girls, and my uncle had a strong sense of family, so he treated Fang Lang better than his own daughters. I remember when Fang Lang ran away from home, he wanted to go to my uncle. However, he was rejected by my uncle. When he wanted to send him back home, he escaped. With nowhere to go, he joined the army.

A bunch of people gathered in the living room, listening to Grandpa recalling the last wishes of his great-grandfather and the older generation, and several grandfathers blaming themselves for not educating their descendants well, saying that many of the younger generations could not even speak Chinese or write Chinese characters. The middle-aged and young people in the room blushed and lowered their heads.

Finally, the old man repeated what he had heard from his eldest grandson Fang Lang today. Everyone in the room looked sideways at Fang Lang, and the uncle even put his hand on Fang Lang's shoulder and squeezed it hard.

"What my eldest grandson said to me today made me happy from the bottom of my heart. There is still hope for the tasks assigned by the older generation. I originally wanted to ask a few of us old guys to come over and have a chat, but since so many of the heads of the family are here, let's all have a chat. Let's see what my eldest grandson thinks and whether he can fulfill the wishes of our fathers. It will also allow us to have the face to see our ancestors when we are old." After saying that, he waved to Fang Lang and said, "Come on, Fang Lang, these are all your grandfathers, uncles, and there are no outsiders. Let's talk about whatever we have today. Tell us all your ideas. We will also discuss them with you."

Fang Lang was not polite. When he came back this time, he originally wanted to recruit some helpers in the village. After all, he certainly couldn't do everything by himself. Now it is better. If he can convince these people on the scene, he can basically get the support of the whole village.

"My dear grandpas, uncles, I haven't seen you for more than two years. Without me going to your homes to make trouble, you should have enjoyed two years of peace and quiet. I didn't expect that the old man would gather you all together again just after I came back. It really caused trouble for everyone."

Everyone laughed out loud, and some people were still cursing at him, calling him a devil and a little bastard. When everyone quieted down, Fang Lang continued, "I have seen a lot of the world and learned a lot of knowledge in the past two years. I have also suffered a lot and been wronged a lot. But these two years have also made me grow up. I have come into contact with many Chinese people from other countries, such as the United States, Europe, and Southeast Asia. I found that we Chinese people are very wronged all over the world. We are bullied and looked down upon. People think that Chinese people are weak and can be bullied. There are even many places where robbers only rob Chinese people. In their eyes, Chinese people are fat sheep. There are even many Chinese people who have completely regarded themselves as foreigners and look down on Chinese people, and even look down on themselves. After being bullied by other foreigners, they vent their anger on Chinese people like him."

Fang Lang's words made everyone in the room lower their heads, and some even had red eyes as they felt the same way.

"I don't understand why this is happening. Are we Chinese inferior? We are one of the nations with the longest cultural history in the world! When we have started to wear silk clothes and have cities with hundreds of thousands of people, these foreigners are still eating raw meat and drinking blood, living a primitive life. Think about our Han and Tang dynasties, when the four directions came to congratulate the glorious Celestial Empire. Look at it now, a tiny Japan dares to send troops to attack their suzerain country. Even these Japanese immigrants in Brazil are riding on our heads and shitting and pissing. What's the reason? Because of the corruption and incompetence of the Qing Dynasty, our motherland has fallen behind, and those who fall behind will be beaten! This is an eternal truth. Because our motherland has fallen behind, we overseas wanderers cannot stand up straight and dare not speak loudly, because there is no strong motherland behind you to support you. Maybe some people think that I am Brazilian now, and I have Brazilian nationality when I go out. Is that true? When you walk on the street, people see your skin color, your black hair and black eyes. Will they think you are Brazilian? Anyway, I have never encountered this."

Fang Lang paused, looked at everyone's expressions, and after everyone had digested it for a while, he continued, "I don't want to be bullied anymore, I don't want to be looked down upon, and I don't want to be unable to stand up straight, so I am determined to do something. Maybe my own power is small and I can't change too many things, but I believe there will be many Chinese brothers like me who don't want to live this kind of life anymore, and don't want our descendants to continue to live this kind of life. I don't want my descendants to feel ashamed of being the descendants of the Chinese. So, this time I came back to find some like-minded brothers to do something with me."

"Okay, Lang'er, what you said hits the nail on the head. I've had enough. No matter what you want to do, count me in. I'm your uncle and I fully support you." Fang Xinshui was excited and his face was flushed. It was obvious that he had suffered a lot.