The best prodigal son

The next day, Han Feng managed to get Wan Haoran to agree to take Ye Xiangyang and Shouhou to Ye Xiangyang's hometown, and then hurriedly set off without any pause.

First, after taking the train, and then taking a boat to walk by water, so as to reach the village of Ye Xiangyang's hometown.

The punter on the boat was a dark-skinned uncle who spoke with a strong accent.

The sky was stained with a layer of gray, and the uncle complained that it was going to rain again. From time to time, the uncle told Han Feng and the others some nasty jokes, and asked them why they wanted to go to Taizhuang.

You must know that no one in Taizhuang has been willing to come to this place for a long time, and this Taizhuang is not a good place for tourism. The people living on it are only a few families.

Ye Xiangyang explained impatiently: "That's where I lived when I was a child, and my grandfather died there."

The uncle suddenly shouted excitedly: "Are you Ye Xiangyang? Oh, I should have guessed it was you a long time ago."

Ye Xiangyang lowered his head and didn't speak. The uncle sighed loudly as if he had found a treasure: "When you left the village, you were just a little radish. I didn't expect it to become so big."

Ye Xiangyang's expression is quite gloomy for the uncle's enthusiastic words, obviously leaving the village is not something he is willing to explain.

The thin monkey could also see that Ye Xiangyang's expression was not right, so he hurriedly urged the uncle to hurry up and punting.

Han Feng turned on his phone and did a basic search. There was information about the history of Taizhuang. It turned out that it was called Taizizhuang, and it was already a well-known poor village in the early years.

The fishing boat soon landed. On the reef above the coast, there was a woman standing on it, shouting loudly, and constantly shaking her arms. Han Feng could feel the aura emanating from her body all the way. A kind of rustic atmosphere.

Especially his clothes are full of rustic taste, but these Han Feng don't think there is anything embarrassing about being a countryman, this kind of dress makes people feel more relaxed and happy.

The fishing boat sailed through the waves, and soon docked directly on the coast. The woman got on the boat excitedly, held Ye Xiangyang's hand excitedly on the deck, and asked excitedly, "Are you Ye Xiangyang?"

Ye Xiangyang's complexion was a bit dull, even expressionless, contrary to the woman in front of her, her attitude was extraordinarily enthusiastic.

The uncle on the nearby fishing boat reminded the woman: "Zhang Cui, don't ruin her clothes with your dirty hands. She is from the city."

Only then did Zhang Cui notice her dark hands, but she still held Ye Xiangyang's hand, Zhang Cui asked excitedly again: "Is it really Xiangyang?"

Ye Xiangyang nodded, and Zhang Cui continued to ask: "This must be your friend."

At this moment, Zhang Cui cast her eyes on Han Feng and Shouhou, who also smiled and nodded slightly now.

On the way here, Han Feng had already heard Ye Xiangyang mention Zhang Cui. She was Ye Xiangyang's cousin. She had always taken care of Ye Xiangyang when he was still in the village, and it was Ye Xiangyang's only thought about the village.

But now, facing Zhang Cui who was walking in front, Ye Xiangyang was rather cautious, and didn't even know what to say.

Zhang Cui helped Han Feng and the others with their luggage at the front, walking on the hillside actively and excitedly.There was an old man in front of him, who was smoking a dry cigarette, and kept puffing out clouds and mist.

All the women working in the mountains gathered around, questioning Ye Xiangyang suspiciously, "Is he really a child of the Ye family?"

At this time, two men appeared, and the two men were dressed in a very rustic way, as if they were dressed in the last century.

Zhang Cui introduced politely: "The one in white is my man, and the other one is my younger brother."

When the two men saw Han Feng and the others, they just greeted them roughly, not enthusiastically, and even somewhat coldly.

They didn't seem to care about Ye Xiangyang's return, and even had some disgust.

For some reason, Han Feng began to have some bad thoughts in his heart. There seemed to be something strange about this village.

At this time, a silver-haired old woman walked up, looked Han Feng and Ye Xiangyang up and down, and said angrily: "I don't know what you guys are doing here?"

A woman next to her explained: "Auntie, you don't know this. People in this city like to come to our country. The air in our country is good, the breath is fresh, and the water to drink is clean. This is not the city. Everyone here loves that.”

Both Ye Xiangyang and Han Feng stared at the silver-haired old lady, who would have thought that the silver-haired old lady said sarcastically: "This is not a tourist attraction, what is there to do? How long do you plan to stay here?"

Han Feng just wanted to say two days, but Ye Xiangyang interrupted Han Feng directly, but with an element of anger, he said, "Do you want me to care, old woman."

After hearing this, the old lady was also furious for an instant, and immediately opened her mouth to curse, "Thieves the grandson, thieves the grandson!"

Han Feng and Shouhou didn't speak, and they didn't understand why Ye Xiangyang was so hostile to this old lady.Zhang Cui next to her smiled awkwardly: "Let's go, I'll take you to my house."

After speaking, he grabbed Ye Xiangyang's hand with great enthusiasm, but Ye Xiangyang unconsciously moved his hand behind him, and Zhang Cui directly grabbed it.

The silver-haired grandmother scolded sharply: "You lazy bastard, don't you have to do something? Go and dig out the sweet potatoes in this field."

Zhang Cui was not angry when she heard the old lady's words, she just replied with a smile, "I'll take Ye Xiangyang back to our house first, and find a place for them to stay, and I'll come back later to get this."

Han Feng thought to himself, how simple is this sister-in-law named Zhang Cui, no wonder Ye Xiangyang will miss her so much.

When Han Feng came to Zhang Cui's house, his eyes widened unavoidably. He really didn't expect that there would still be people living in such a crude rough house.

The mouse's house is already very simple and simple, but it is not as miserable as the living conditions here. The decoration and furnishings in Zhang Cui's house make Han Feng mistakenly think that he has traveled back to the last century .

The living conditions are too harsh...