Chapter 173 Zhaojia Village

The closer you get to your destination, the more degraded the surrounding environment becomes, and even the roads become worse.

Despite this, Zhao Dalong looked at the surrounding environment that gradually overlapped with his memory, his eyes felt a little hot, his heart was full of throbbing, and he felt homesick.

The dirt road in front of us was rugged and full of gullies. The car began to shake. Zhao Dalong slowed down and couldn't help but remind them, "This section of the road is not easy to drive on. Sit still."

Lin Jianyan and David quickly tightened their seat belts and leaned against the backs of their seats.

This road is so bumpy and bumpy that I feel like I'm going to vomit.

The car drove at a steady speed for a while and finally arrived at the entrance of the village in Zhao Dalong's memory.

It was just time for dinner. The men who had gone to work and the children who had gone to school had all returned. The elderly, women and men were all gathered at the entrance of the village.

Smoke rose from the jagged roofs, carrying the pungent smell of burning wood. The old men squatted or sat, their cigarettes flickering in their hands.

The crowd was chatting idly, but when they saw it was a car, they were immediately in an uproar. With eyes flashing with vigilance and surprise, they stood up and huddled together to whisper:

"Oh my god, this is a city car. This is the first time I've seen one."

"Why is there a car in our village? Whose relative is this?"

"There are no relatives in our village who are that rich. If there were, they would show off eight hundred times a day! Besides, who can afford this car? I think the cars that the leaders ride in are not as good-looking as this one."

The children who were playing with each other also gathered around, their eyes flickering with curiosity and excitement. They wanted to reach out and touch it, but were quickly pulled back by their parents behind them.

After pulling him to his side, he slapped him twice, "Hey! You little brat, why do you have to touch everything? If you damage it, I can't afford to pay you back even if you sell your mother!"

Zhao Dalong was extremely nervous. The people outside the car were all familiar faces in his memory, but they had also become older, as if they were dreaming.

David, who was sitting in the passenger seat, patted him on the shoulder and said, "Brother, we're already home, aren't you going to get out of the car?"

Zhao Dalong's voice was a little weak: "I was nervous, my legs were weak."

David: “…”

David turned his head and looked at Lin Jianyan behind him, and saw him shaking his head with a smile, "You go."

Okay.

David opened the car door and got out. The villagers outside saw someone getting out and quickly stepped back nervously, not wanting to bump into the boss. They became even more nervous when they saw that it was a big man in a suit and leather shoes.

An old man came up and asked respectfully, "Boss, what brings you to our village?"

David looked at the old man in front of him. He looked to be in his sixties and was still in good health. Since he could stand up and speak, he should be considered a man of his word in the village.

"Excuse me, where is Zhao Dalong's home? We want to go to his house."

Zhao Dalong?

When the name came out, the old man was stunned for a moment, "Hey, which Zhao Dalong are you looking for? There are three or four people named Zhao Dalong in our village."

This kind of people saw the man in a suit and tie come into the car and ask, then turn around and say to them: "Zhao Guodong, does he have a son named Zhao Dalong?"

The old man thought about it, dug out the name from his memory, and nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, yes, Guodong's youngest son seems to be called Zhao Dalong. But Dalong has been away from home for more than ten years. Why are you looking for his family?"

The villagers nearby gathered together and whispered:

"Uncle Guodong, doesn't he have two sons? One is called Da Hu and the other is called Da Xiong. I don't remember there is one called Zhao Da Long?"

An elderly woman next to him suddenly remembered something and slapped her thigh, "Oh! It's true! That was more than ten years ago. You didn't know it because you weren't married yet."

Several young people came up and said, "Auntie, please tell me."

The woman sighed, "It was a bad year, the family was poor, and he had many children, so someone sent him away. He has been gone for twelve years, and he didn't even send a letter back. We have forgotten about him over time."

Others who remembered it responded one after another: "Yes, yes, yes, I remember now, there was one."

"But it's been more than ten years, and he hasn't been back. How come someone suddenly came to visit? No, it can't be that Dalong is causing trouble outside!"

The people next to him glared at him and said, "Pfft, pfft, you crow-mouth, can you please hope for something good?"

The man was embarrassed and kept silent.

"Hurry, hurry, stop talking, the car is about to leave, let's go and take a look."

David got the address and got back in the car. "Let's go. Go forward and turn left into an alley. There is a mud-brick house. That's your home."

The car was driving slowly, followed by a large group of people. Those who had good news ran very fast and knocked on Zhao Guodong's door.

"Uncle Guodong! Open the door! A big boss is coming to see you in his car!"

Zhang Guodong was brushing his shoes in the yard, while Zhao's mother and sister-in-law were cooking in the kitchen. When they heard someone knocking on the door, they both looked out.

Mrs. Zhao wiped the water stains on her hands on her apron, walked forward to open the door, and said, "I'm coming."

When he opened the door, he saw Zhao Jianhua from the same village and asked in confusion, "Jianhua, what happened? Why are you in such a hurry?"

Zhao Jianhua pointed back excitedly, "Sister-in-law, an important person has come to your house, driving a car."

"Sister-in-law, tell me something. Do you have any wealthy relatives?"

Mrs. Zhao saw that there was indeed a black car coming from behind, surrounded by people from the same village. She looked confused and said, "What are you talking about? We don't have any rich relatives. Don't make fun of me."

At this time, Zhang Guodong and Zhao's mother came over. Zhao Jianhua repeated what he said, and Zhang Guodong frowned, full of doubts.

Their family is extremely poor, and if a thief comes, he might leave something behind. If they have any rich relatives, how can they do that?

But the car outside was indeed driving towards their door, which was very strange.

Zhang Guodong scratched his head: Could it be that God felt sorry for his family and finally made his dream come true?

The car slowly stopped at their doorstep, and first a man in a suit and tie got out, who looked like someone who was not someone to be trifled with.

He looks very rich, but they really don't know him.

Then another big man came down from the left. This big man looked even more ferocious than the previous one. This one seemed familiar to them.

Mother Zhao's heart suddenly beat fast when she saw Zhao Dalong. She reached out and grabbed Zhao Guodong's arm tightly, her nails digging into the flesh.

Zhao Guodong let out a hiss, not knowing why the old woman suddenly hit him so hard. However, seeing that something was wrong with her mood, he quickly supported her.

"What's wrong with you, old lady?"

Zhao Dalong walked closer step by step, staring at his parents' slightly haggard faces excitedly. His eyes instantly became moist and tears welled up in them.

He began to speak, his voice choking, "Dad, Mom, the unfilial son Zhao Dalong is back."