Chapter 680

Qin De Lu has already grown old to an unsightly state.

Qin Bing, Qin Cheng is already gone.

Zhou Wei needs someone to help him stand.

Ma Xiang Lin is already seated in a wheelchair, half-paralyzed.

Time's chisel has left them deep scars.

The new village chief is Qin Ming, the sole son of a household in the village.

He/she returned from Wudaokou.

He refused the assignment and firmly returned home to Qinjiacun.

Even though his abilities are decent, he still feels tremendous pressure under the tide of history.

What should Qinjiacun do?

The old ways can no longer sustain Qinjiacun's development.

When a line of cars appeared at the entrance of Qinjiacun.

Qinjiacun is already under lockdown.

Everyone not from Qinjiacun has been asked to leave.

The entire Qinjiacun also underwent a thorough cleanup.

All this is to welcome Yang Qing.

Looking at the neatly arranged crowd at the village entrance.

After the security staff went down to inspect, Yang Qing then stepped out of the car.

It's not that he fears death, but that he still has a mission to complete.

After Yang Qing got out of the car, he first exchanged pleasantries with Qin Huairu's parents, then had Qin Huairu, Yang Tian, and Jia Ling go talk with his parents-in-law.

He walked toward those several frail, venerable elders.

"Qin Uncle, Zhou Uncle, Ma Uncle, long time no see."

It's not just a long time—it's been over thirty years.

They are at death's door, yet Yang Qing's appearance has not changed.

Still that Tang Sanzang–like face.

Especially after Journey to the West aired on TV, Yang Qing's face became even more striking.

Qin De Lu was overjoyed to see Yang Qing again; the moment Yang Qing uttered 'uncle,' several people burst into tears.

Despite their repeated pleas for Yang Qing to visit Qinjiacun, he kept refusing, yet they felt no resentment.

Yang Qing is no longer the former Yang Qing; he is the tycoon of Gangdao, the head of the Yang Family, and a gesture can move hundreds of millions or billions.

They are no longer in the same social class—one is heaven, the other earth.

Qinjiacun owes Yang Qing, but Yang Qing owes them nothing.

They are clear about this, although some people speak sarcastically, thinking Yang Qing has made it big and looks down on them.

All were taken back by a few people.

Several old men repeatedly stressed Yang Qing's kindness to them.

Let them understand that their good life is not easily earned.

However, as time goes on, this sense of gratitude grows ever fainter.

Several people clearly understand that once they are gone, Qinjiacun's descendants will gradually forget all this.

Therefore they very much hope to be able to thank Yang Qing in person while they are still alive.

Don't let the benefactor's heart turn cold.

Just one utterance of 'uncle' today immediately stirred their emotions.

It is both a relief and a moving experience.

"Yang Qing, thank you for coming to see us."

Upon hearing those words, Yang Qing walked over and steadied them.

At the sight of their tears, Yang Qing, who held little hope for humanity, was himself deeply moved.

There are always some who act according to conscience.

This gave Yang Qing great comfort.

Yang Qing gently embraced several people.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Qin De Lu wiped his tears, saying over and over.

"Not late, not late."

He understands that Yang Qing's visit will bring many benefits to Qinjiacun.

Just the fact that Yang Qing came means this signboard can keep Qinjiacun prosperous for another ten years.

Now that Yang Qing still acknowledges this favor, they will only receive even more.

Though aged and wise, their final glow can still light Qinjiacun's future.

After being moved, Yang Qing also sighed inwardly.

What moves people most is sincerity, although a few of these old-timers have their own schemes.

They use their own conscience to calculate Yang Qing's conscience.

Yang Qing accepts this calculation.

Some say that genuine feelings cannot be retained since ancient times; only tactics win hearts.

Now Yang Qing willingly accepts being played, for he exchanges sincerity for sincerity.

Yang Qing was willing.

Qin Ming watched silently; the scene was touching, but what moved him most was that several elders had done everything for Qinjiacun.

Gratitude is also a kind of inheritance.

In these times when people's hearts are gradually growing indifferent, the older generation gave them a deep lesson again.

It let him see the power of sincerity and conscience.

After the pleasantries, several people took their leave, leaving time and space for Yang Qing's relatives.

Yang Qing followed Qin Huairu's family all the way to the south, to the courtyard where Yang Tian had first come.

The courtyard was still the same courtyard, and even the scenery remained as before.

But now this house today has become especially different.

Because Yang Qing has come, the humble dwelling shines with brilliance.

Yang Qing came to the front yard, sat in the pavilion, and upon seeing the scenery of Qinjiacun, his mood remained unsettled for a long time.

This is what he himself designed and planned; now it appears vividly before his eyes.

This is a great affirmation and trust for him, Yang Qing.

His plans have all been carried out.

Thus Qinjiacun has been prosperous for thirty years and beautiful for thirty years.

This beauty will continue, and Yang Qing will extend Qinjiacun's fortune.

Such a village deserves to be wealthy.

The younger generation of Qinjiacun originally did not take it to heart.

After seeing Yang Qing's bearing today, they put away their contempt.

The prosperity of Qinjiacun made them arrogant and overbearing.

But after seeing Yang Qing's bearing, they understood the gap and realized what it means to be a frog in a well.

The person the elders have always told them to be grateful for turns out to be this amazing person.

One must be grateful; there is no alternative—how could one not be grateful to such an amazing person?

Regardless of the reason, in short, today those in Qinjiacun who had previously disregarded the elders' words now agree with them.

Qin Ming saw all of this change with his own eyes.

Even the most mischievous children of Qinjiacun now stay properly at home, not running about.

They all know they must not ruin Qinjiacun's good fortune.

They must not make Yang Qing displeased.

At night, the militia patrols, which had been halted for a long time, resumed.

This is to ensure Yang Qing's safety.

The security told Yang Qing about every incident that occurred in the village.

So the next day, Yang Qing came to the village office and formally met Qin Ming.

Qin Ming felt very nervous inside; he understood what today meant.

Yang Qing's mindset, however, was quite good.

No matter what, he felt full sincerity.

"You, a student from Wudaokou, why aren't you thinking about following the assignment and going into officialdom?"

"No matter how you think about it, it's far better than you coming back; the prospects are much greater."

Qin Ming knew this was a test.

He did not utter any lofty reasons; instead he spoke truthfully.

"I have no background; even if I entered officialdom, what then?"

"The ceiling has long been set."

"And even if I strive harder, I would gain nothing."

"In fact, I might even be targeted because of my efforts."

"Coming back, things would be different."

"Qinjiacun makes it easier to achieve results, and here everyone is one's own; they will help and encourage me."

"My efforts can make Qinjiacun better; when Qinjiacun improves, my future will also be brighter."

"Qinjiacun is truly my home."