Wan Feng looked at the time. It was now 10:20 noon.
"Let's eat first. Find a random restaurant and then go to Sijitun."
As the car moved forward, we soon saw a restaurant in front of us. The first car stopped in front of the restaurant.
When the hotel waiter saw four high-end cars coming outside the door, he hurried out to greet them.
Eighteen people had a meal at this restaurant divided into two tables.
After the meal, the convoy started and headed straight for the third battalion.
The navigation system found the area where Sijitun was located, and Wanfan had nothing to do from then on.
He sat in the passenger seat of the second Tycoon, watching the scenery passing by on the roadside, with a wave of thoughts in his mind.
Since the collapse of the Soviet Union and the closure of the border between China and the Soviet Union, he has rarely come to Heilongjiang.
I haven't been here once in the past seven or eight years.
In his previous life, he had never been here once since his family moved back to Beiliao in 1986.
When he was young, time and money did not allow him to do so. When he became more financially well-off, his leg had problems again. Before his rebirth, his wish to go back to Longjiang to visit his father was never fulfilled.
Forty minutes later, the convoy passed the headquarters of the Third Battalion.
Wan Feng asked Wen Zhongguo to drive slowly because he wanted to see if the garment factory he had built for Zhang Xuan was still there.
He came back this time just to take a look. He had a premonition that this would be his last time to Longjiang, so he was ready to take a look at everything that had been related to him in the past.
Although the battalion headquarters had changed a lot, he still remembered the location of the garment factory.
But to his disappointment, the yard was no longer a garment factory. It seemed to have become a vehicle repair shop, with many cars parked in the yard.
After Zhang Xuan went to Beiliao, the factory was transferred to He Yanfei.
It seems that He Yanfei's business is not very good, otherwise the shop would not have gone bankrupt.
However, it cannot be ruled out that He Yanfei may have taken the initiative to close the business or move to Wujiazi due to his old age.
After all, He Yanfei is already 47 or 48 years old this year.
The convoy continued to move forward, and when it reached the center of the camp headquarters, Wan Feng saw a fairly large wholesale department on the side of the road.
He asked Wen Zhongguo to go down and ask if this was Guo Wu's wholesale department.
He vaguely remembered that after the port was closed and they evacuated, Guo Wu seemed to have opened a wholesale department at the battalion headquarters.
A young man about twenty-four or twenty-five came out of the wholesale department and told Wan Feng that he was Guo Wu's son.
His father and mother went on a trip to Erlong Mountain and were not at home.
Then the young man asked who Wan Feng was and told his father to tell him when he came back.
Wan Feng left a business card for Guo Wu's son, asking his father to contact him when he had time, and then left the camp headquarters.
The bastard Guo Wu got to enjoy his life first, leaving the business to his son and daughter-in-law and living a carefree life.
It seems like I'm lagging behind in this regard.
The convoy left the battalion headquarters and continued north, arriving at Dalinzi around two o'clock in the afternoon.
To get to Team 42, you have to pass through Dalinzi. Now the road leading to Team 42 has been paved, unlike before when it was like a jar of soy sauce during the rainy season.
A few minutes later the convoy entered Team 42.
From the 1st to the 42nd team, Wan Feng responded quickly and the changes here were quite significant.
It turned out that Wan Feng's family was already a family of Daonan's boss. There was no one else living in the area of more than 200 meters between Daonan's home and the original carpenter's shop. It was a piece of purchased land.
But now, although the land is still there, the surrounding areas have been turned into houses.
Wan Feng still remembered the location of his old house, so he asked Wen Zhongguo to stop the car behind his old house.
His original house is almost the same as before, except that the original thatched roof has been replaced with blue light steel tiles. There is really no other change, even the layout of the yard is the same as before.
However, he didn't know who lived in the house now.
He doesn't care who lives here; he comes here mainly to find a sense of nostalgia.
Wan Feng did not get off the car, nor did he let anyone else get off.
If more than 20 people came down here, people would think they were here to fight.
The reason he didn't get off the car was that he didn't intend to disturb the people from Team 42. His family had left here twenty-five or twenty-six years ago, and the people from Team 42 had probably long forgotten that there was a family named Wan in Team 42.
Besides, early July is the time for plowing the fields, and everyone in the village should be working in the fields. Even if there are people left in the village, they are only the elderly, the weak, and the sick.
Young people don’t know him, and many of the older generation have probably passed away, so meeting him makes people feel sad.
In that case, it would be better not to meet. He came silently and left silently. He didn't see others and others didn't see him. It would be as if nothing had happened.
"This blue-tiled house is where my family used to live. It was around 1986 or 1987. Thirty years have already passed in the blink of an eye. Time flies!"
Wan Feng sighed, causing Wen Zhongguo to laugh.
"What are you laughing at, you idiot? In a few years you will understand how I feel right now."
Wen Zhongguo was only in his early thirties, so he had no idea how Wan Feng felt at the moment.
Wan Feng thought about it and felt that there were two people he still needed to meet.
You Mingsheng and Wang Wenjie worked with Guo Wu in Heihe for several years.
Wan Feng only saw two young men in their twenties looking at their car curiously.
I don’t know whose children these two young men are.
"Little brother, are You Mingsheng and Wang Wenjie at home?" Wan Feng asked the two young men out of the car window.
The two young men did not answer immediately but asked: "Who are you?"
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