Fang Yixing was still drinking, Zhao Chengxin was still smiling, Fang Hao was still chewing on the bone in his mouth, and Fang Yixin and Fang Yiling were still chatting casually … Fang Yixing was still drinking, Zhao Chengxin was still smiling, Fang Hao was still chewing on the bone in his mouth, and Fang Yixin and Fang Yiling were still gossiping …
But the voices at the table suddenly stopped, and there was a moment of silence.
Fang Yixing frowned slightly, and Fang Huwei's dark face looked even worse.
Fang Huwei had very little contact with this son-in-law, but he could feel the pride in his third son-in-law's bones even from thousands of miles away.
He was a very traditional man, but he was quite open-minded when it came to his children's love affairs. As long as you like it, I'll like it with you.
When his daughter brought Zhou Fan to visit for the first time, he behaved well. The young man had delicate features, was gentle and smart. Although he always talked with an air of arrogance, wasn't that what a young man should do?
Later, Zhou Fan's position became higher and higher under his father's guidance, and he received more and more compliments, so his self-confidence swelled. He was like this in front of outsiders, and also in front of his own family. This made Fang Huwei unhappy.
Fang Huwei stared at Zhou Fan and said, "I think it's good to be a teacher. Teaching and educating people is a good thing. It's a great thing to cultivate talents for the country. You don't have to worry about Fang Yan's work. "
Fang Huwei put down his chopsticks and said, "You guys eat. I'll go back to my room to rest. I'm getting old and can't sit still anymore. "
Hearing that their father was going back to his room, Fang Yixin and Fang Yiling quickly got up and pushed the old man to the backyard.
Zhou Fan's proposal was opposed by his father-in-law, so he was a little unhappy. He said, "It's not that I want to say that our father is going against him, but the thinking of the older generation has to change … Think about it, what era are we living in? Teaching and educating people is a good thing for the country. But we have to think about our children, don't we? "
"Fang Yan isn't young anymore. How much can a teacher earn in a month? How many years of salary can he buy a house in Huacheng or Yanjing? Without a house … What will Fang Yan do when he gets married? Bring a girl to this … village? Once a girl comes and sees how remote this village is, she will run away in fear. "
"What's wrong with this village? Ordinary girls can't even come in. "Zhao Chengxin sneered.
"Chengxin, I didn't say this village is bad … But nowadays, young girls are willing to live in the city. Who can stand the coldness of this village? They feel new living in this village for a few days, but if they live here for a year, they will go crazy. Even if Fang Yan brings her along when he goes to Huacheng to work, he still has to buy a house in Huacheng, right? "
"How do you know that Fang Yan cannot afford to buy a house? Can't a teacher afford a house? "Fang Hao retorted.
Fang Yan was worried that the three of them would quarrel at the table, so he quickly stepped forward to smooth things over. He raised his cup with a smile and said, "Little Uncle's words are very reasonable, and you are also thinking of me … Come, let me toast to you three uncles."
Yan, Yang, and said, "Fan," Yan, Fang Fan, I Fang Yan, Fang, "I Yan, I Yan, Fan, I Yan, Fang, If you were someone else, I wouldn't have to say this. Think about what I said. Our bank will invest over 100 million yuan in Mingzhu to set up a financial service company. If you are interested, I will arrange for you to work in this service company. You will have a better future and income than being a teacher. After a few years, I can get you a house in Mingzhu … "
"Thank you, Uncle. I will think about it carefully." Fang Yan nodded with a smile.
Zhou Fan was satisfied. He looked at Fang Hao and Zhao Chengxin and said, "You can't always stay in this village. This village … How good can it be? Yi Jing also told me that this village used to have a lot of great people. But how many years has it been? Hundreds of years? We can't always hold on to the glory of our ancestors. We have to look forward, right? "
Zhao Chengxin trembled with anger and deliberately said, "We want to go out, but we have to arrange a way for you."
Zhou Fan felt the hostility in Zhao Chengxin's words, so he didn't really want to help him. He said, "If there is a suitable opportunity, I will arrange it for you."
The meal ended on a bad note. Zhou Fan went back to the room he and Fang Yijing lived in. He lay on the bed and said, "I think your family is hostile to me."
"Why is it hostile to you?" Fang Yijing was packing her luggage and asked casually.
"Every time a fortune-teller comes, he will fall. I can see that the boy really suffered a loss in the hands of Fang Yan. Otherwise, he wouldn't be so emotional … And your father, when I said I would arrange a job for Fang Yan, he looked at me as if he wanted to eat me. I mean well, don't I? If it were someone else, I wouldn't have to worry about it. "
Fang Yijing stopped what she was doing and sat on the bed. She said to her husband gently, "Zhou Fan, Swallow Dock is a very special place. The people here are naturally more arrogant than others …"
Zhou Fan sneered and said, "Poor village people, a group of country bumpkins who have never seen the world. What is there to be proud of?"
Fang Yujing sighed softly.
She wanted to talk to her husband about this countless times, but she was always rebuffed by this kind of sarcasm.
Yes, Swallow Dock had been silent for a hundred years, but the glory and spirit of their ancestors still existed. Moreover, the villagers here had been silently protecting this country and its people with their loyalty and lives.
They had bled for this country, they had lost their lives for this country. They had the right to be proud and arrogant.
No matter who it was, they should be more tolerant to such a group. They should allow their pride, accept their arrogance, and let them feel that they were being respected.
However, her husband only believed what he saw with his eyes. The village he saw was so remote, the houses so old, the village roads so broken, and the young people hiding in the village doing nothing …
Even his son, Zhou Mingli, looked down on Swallow Dock. He felt that the village his mother was born in was too poor. She had always wanted to bring her husband and son here, so that they could beat with the pulse of Swallow Dock.
Now it seemed that this wish was really hard to achieve.
"Zhou Fan, you should let go of your prejudices, look with clear eyes, and think with a rational mind. Swallow Dock is really a place that people should be proud of …"
Before Fang Yujing finished her words, her husband's snoring could be heard.
At six o 'clock in the morning, Fang Yan had already washed up and went to the yard to practice. After returning home, he could not neglect his martial arts. Grandpa did not care about anything else, but he was very strict with this area.
Fang Yan had just finished a round of Plum Blossom Steps when Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan also came over in casual clothes.
The three greeted each other with their eyes, and then began to practice.
After a while, Fang Mengying and Fang Mengxiang also came out. Every New Year, Eldest Aunt and Second Aunt's family would live in the old house, so Fang Mengying and Fang Mengxiang had to practice with Fang Yan.
Fang Hao and Zhao Chengxin also had to practice, but they would practice in the Fang Family's martial arts hall, not with the younger generation.
Zhou Mingli had also woken up. He wore a thick down jacket, and held an iPad in his hand.
When he saw Fang Yan leading a group of people to practice, he pouted and began to play games on the iPad. The sound of the game was very loud, and it brought a lot of noise to the people who were practicing.
"Can you turn off the sound?" Fang Mengxiang had the least concentration, and when he heard the sound of fighting in the game, his attention was drawn away.
"I'm playing my own game, what does it have to do with you?" Zhou Mingli naturally would not listen to a child.
"Do you believe that I will hit you?" Fang Mengxiang said angrily. To Fang Mengxiang, Zhou Mingli, who could not even walk steadily, was no match for him.
"Fang Mengxiang," Fang Yan said to Fang Mengxiang as he practiced, "Keep your voice low, and focus your mind. These noises are your obstacles … Only by overcoming these obstacles can you become a master like your father. "
Fang Mengxiang admired Fang Yan very much. After hearing Fang Yan's words, he said, "I don't want to become a master like my father, I want to become a master like Big Brother Fang Yan …"
"Okay." Fang Yan smiled and nodded. It felt good to have a hardcore fan at home. "Then practice hard. Don't be disturbed by the noise outside. "
"Okay. I will. "Fang Mengxiang closed his eyes and focused on practicing his stance. As expected, he was no longer disturbed by external forces.
Zhou Mingli sneered and said, "You can only fool children."
Zhou Fan had drunk too much last night, so he got up late today.
After washing up, he did not want to stay with the Fang family, so he got up and took a walk in the village. When he walked to the entrance of the village, he saw a row of cars driving toward the village.
There were cars coming to such a remote and run-down village?
When he saw the license plate number, his heart could not help but beat faster, and his face was full of disbelief. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. The cars were right, and the license plate number was right.
One of the cars' license plate number was the car of his leader's leader. He had seen the leader from afar when he went to Yan Jing Hotel to pay a New Year's visit to his immediate superior. Why did he come to this poor and run-down village?
"Could it be that the leader also came from this village?" Thinking of this possibility, Zhou Fan's heart pounded fiercely.
Here's my chance!
Zhou Fan ran to the village behind the motorcade. He met an old man who was collecting dung. He pointed to the cars and asked, "Uncle, which cars belong to which family?"
"Which family?" The old man looked up and said, "To the Ye family. The third son of the Ye family is back. "
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