Yan Xiaonan has been in a bad mood lately. Every night she dreams that she is sitting in a movie theater in her space watching a movie, but when she wakes up she can't remember what movie it was. She only remembers a big tiger that appeared on the screen.
This big tiger was neither the Great Tiger King nor the Little Tiger King, but it was majestic and in no way inferior to the Great Tiger King. Yan Xiaonan felt uneasy, and his face gradually became haggard.
Ye Chenming was extremely worried and racked his brains trying to find the reason. Suddenly, he said, "Nannan, could it be that the new tiger king on Mushroom Mountain has already been killed by the tiger in your dream, and it is here to remind you that it is the current tiger king?"
Yan Xiaonan instinctively felt that it was unlikely. The new Tiger King possessed his own mountain god aura, and if he were destroyed, she would be able to sense it. Perhaps it was a reminder that there was something she hadn't finished.
Confused, Yan Xiaonan went to see Grandma Yan. Grandma Yan could play several pieces now, but for some reason, she suddenly lost interest in playing the piano.
Yan Xiaoqiang was a little depressed. The piano, which cost hundreds of thousands of yuan, had probably only been played with by Grandma Yan for about half a year since it was brought back, and then she just abandoned it.
Seeing Yan Xiaonan approach, she complained, "Nannan, look at your grandma, she's making me move the piano now, saying it doesn't match the furniture. Where am I supposed to move it?"
Yan Xiaonan laughed. "What's the big deal? If you don't want to play, then don't play." She walked to the piano, waved her hand, and the piano immediately disappeared. Grandma Yan was overjoyed. Finally, she didn't have to frantically play the piano anymore; it was too difficult.
"Nannan, my darling, I've been dreaming about your grandfather these past few days. It's a pity the old man died so young. Don't tell me you never saw him; your father has probably already forgotten what he looked like," Grandma Yan said with a sigh.
Yan Xiaonan suddenly had a flash of inspiration. She knew why she kept having that dream. Sitting next to Grandma Yan, she said, "Grandma, I think Grandpa must think that the Yan family's ancestral hall should be in Mushroom Village, so he came to ask you to set up the ancestral hall."
Grandma Yan was stunned for a moment. She felt guilty, thinking that she had completed her task. Her husband's roots were in Mushroom Village. It seemed a bit strange to bring the Yan family's ancestral hall to the Ye family.
"Nan Nan, what should we do?"
"Grandma, you should take a good nap this afternoon. I'll go talk to Brother Ai Dang about it. How about we go back to Mushroom Village and build a Yan family ancestral hall? Once the hall is built, Grandma can bring the Yan family's ancestral tablets back to Mushroom Village, okay?" Yan Xiaonan asked.
Grandma Yan's eyes lit up. She had dreamed countless times of returning to Mushroom Village, to her home, which, though somewhat dilapidated, was incredibly warm and cozy.
There was a trace of the old man in that house; he had built that kang (a heated brick bed) himself. As she thought about it, Grandma Yan's lips curled up slightly.
The men in Mushroom Village sometimes beat their wives, and they can be quite brutal. But her husband never hit her; in fact, he even tries to do the chores with her.
It's a pity that such a good man couldn't be kept. She was left as a widow with three sons, struggling to make ends meet, all because she agreed to his last request: to live well and raise her children.
Now she's done it, living a good life, and her child is grown up. It's time for her to go back to her hometown, but she doesn't dare to say it. Nan Nan works so hard and is so busy, how could he possibly have time to take her back?
Now things are great. Guaibao said she's going to build an ancestral hall in Mushroom Village and that she should take the ancestral tablets of the Yan family back to Mushroom Village. This is a tremendous act of merit. As a daughter-in-law of the Yan family, she has nothing to be ashamed of before heaven and earth, nor of the Yan family.
Yan Xiaonan's mountain spirit continued to nourish Grandma Yan, and today she finally understood her grandmother's worries. Although the children and grandchildren of the Yan and Ye families were very filial to Grandma, no one knew what was on her mind.
Grandpa wanted to return to his roots, Tang Jianjun wanted to return to his roots, even Fu Qingping wanted to be buried in his hometown, so how could Grandma not want to go back?
At this moment, Yan Xiaonan felt extremely guilty. She made a phone call to Yan Aidang and asked him to send the best workers to Mushroom Village to build the Yan Family Ancestral Hall.
Yan Aidang was momentarily stunned. Wasn't there already a Yan family ancestral hall? Why build another one? But he quickly understood and agreed.
When Yan Xiaoqiang and Yan Daqiang learned that Yan Xiaonan wanted Yan Aidang to return to Mushroom Village to build an ancestral hall, they both volunteered to go back together. Yan Daqiang, in particular, was already of retirement age and was getting bored staying at home.
Ma Mingchun received a call from Yan Xiaoqiang, who said they wanted to go back to their hometown to build the Yan Family Ancestral Hall, so they needed to apply for a piece of land. Ma Mingchun was in a dilemma, as the village's land supply had long been insufficient to meet the demand, and there was simply no way to solve the problem.
Hearing that there was no land left in the village, Yan Xiaoqiang became anxious. Nan Nan had said that the family's land was used to renovate the house and that everything would be put to good use later, which clearly meant that they did not intend to build the ancestral hall at home.
“Dad, didn’t we buy the mountain land over there at the logging camp? Let’s renovate it and turn the warehouse into the Yan family ancestral hall. I want to build a magnificent ancestral hall,” Yan Xiaonan said.
Yan Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up. How could he have forgotten about this piece of land? Now that he had the land, building an ancestral hall would be a piece of cake.
Suddenly, he pulled a bankbook from his pocket and handed it to Yan Xiaonan: "Your grandma asked me to give this to you, saying it's for building the ancestral hall with her money."
She had gone through countless bankbooks, but one particular line of numbers left Yan Xiaonan completely bewildered: over the past ten or twenty years, her grandmother's bankbooks held a staggering ten million yuan.
"Dad, how come Grandma is so rich?" Yan Xiaonan exclaimed.
“How could we not have money? You give us hundreds of thousands of yuan in New Year’s money. Bei Nan is even more generous. He gave your grandma five million yuan the first time he came home. There’s also what I gave you, what your uncle and aunt gave you, what Ai Dang and Ai Guo gave you. I’ve been saving all of it,” Yan Xiaoqiang said.
So that's how it is. Grandma Yan doesn't usually have any expenses. She never has to worry about food, drink, clothing, or other necessities. Even when she goes out to play, she never has to pay for it.
At most, she would give out a small red envelope during holidays, but the amount of red envelopes she received in return was much more than the amount she gave out. At this moment, Yan Xiaonan really envied Grandma Yan. It was truly a case of hardship finally giving way to happiness.
"Dad, what was Grandma's name when she was a girl?" Yan Xiaonan suddenly asked. Grandma's name on the household registration was Yan Shi, but Yan Xiaonan knew that Grandma must have had a given name.
Yan Xiaoqiang shook his head. His father had already died when he had memories of him. His older brother, like a father, joined the army at a young age and saved money every month to send back to support the family. Who would have thought about the name issue?
Yan Xiaonan decided to ask her grandmother herself, and then make a small plaque with her grandmother's name engraved on it, indicating that the ancestral hall was founded by her grandmother.
Cuihua said, "Nannan, don't ask. I asked her when I had just given birth to Dongnan, but your grandmother said she didn't remember. But judging from her expression, she must have forgotten on purpose."
Yan Xiaonan understood; Grandma must be someone with a story, but she just didn't want to talk about it.
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