Rebirth of the World’s Richest Man

Early the next morning, Zhu Jinshun and Liu Sixiang carried Wang Xizhong's luggage and sent Wang Xizhong to the door.

Just like before, more than 20 years ago, when the couple asked Wang Xizhong to come to help.

The only difference is that Zhu Jinshun was weak at the beginning, so he just brought a pair of shoes to Wang Xizhong as a symbolic gesture.

But now it was Zhu Jinshun who carried the luggage for Wang Xizhong, and Liu Sixiang who carried the shoes for Wang Xizhong.

Jiang Xiaobai, Li Xiaoliu, and Wang Meng walked in front, and Wang Xizhong walked in the middle.

Zhu Jinshun and Liu Sixiang walked last with their luggage.

A group of people walked in the snow in silence, and the wind and snow in the sky began to fly at some point.

"Okay, let's send it here." Wang Xizhong stopped, looked back at Zhu Jinshun and his wife and said.

"Xizhong, let us give another piece." Zhu Jinshun said.

Twenty years, not to mention Liu Sixiang, even Zhu Jinshun has complicated feelings for Wang Xizhong.

My family has been able to survive until now, and I have not died of starvation or freezing to death on this black soil, all thanks to Wang Xizhong's help for this family.

"Yeah, we agreed when we came to ask you to help. One day, our husband and wife will still carry the bedroll for you and send you back." Liu Sixiang also said.

"It's just that you can't go back now..." Liu Sixiang said.

"It's fine, it's fine to go to the customs. I haven't been to the customs in my life." Wang Xizhong forced a smile. If it was possible, who would want to leave their hometown to seek a living at this age.

Wang Xizhong sighed, turned around and continued walking forward.

Zhu Jinshun and Liu Sixiang followed behind with their luggage.

Wang Meng didn't mention letting his mother Liu Sixiang go with him at all. He could tell from yesterday's incident that Liu Sixiang was Zhu Jinshun's wife from beginning to end.

When they got to the train station, Zhu Jinshun and Liu Sixiang handed over their luggage to Wang Xizhong.

The two hugged Wang Xizhong, Li Xiaoliu and Wang Meng stepped forward to take the luggage from Wang Xizhong's hand, and then the four walked into the train station.

In fact, according to Wang Meng's thinking, Wang Xizhong's broken luggage didn't need to be taken to Jianhua Village at all.

There is nothing in Jianhua Village, but Wang Xizhong still insists.

More than 20 years ago, he came here with these things, and he had to carry them when he left.

This is all his possessions for so many years.

After getting on the train, looking at the ever-changing scenery outside the window, Jiang Xiaobai and the other three tucked their bodies into their coats, leaning against their seats and squinting.

But Wang Xizhong's eyes were a little moist, he was old, he had to leave the land where he was born and raised.

But looking at Wang Meng beside him, Wang Xizhong finally felt a little relieved.

After another two full days and two nights, the train finally stopped at Longcheng Station.

After getting off the train and changing cars, a group of people headed towards Jianhua Village without stopping.

Originally, Jiang Xiaobai proposed to rest for one night. After all, Wang Xizhong is old, and he must be tired after taking such a long train ride.

But I didn't expect Wang Xizhong to be in high spirits, much better than Jiang Xiaobai and the other three.

In Wang Xizhong's words, "When I was young, I was a man who fought against Xiong Xiazi in the snow mountain."

It's just that the three of Jiang Xiaobai didn't believe it. They were lucky to be alive when they met Xiong Xiazi in the mountains.

He also competed with Xiong Xiazi, but the man who can hunt in the mountains in the northeast is indeed not an ordinary person.

"Are you jumping in line here?" After getting on the car from Zhangxuan County back to Jianhua Village, Wang Xizhong became a little worried.

Having lived in the black land all his life, he came to the Loess Plateau for the first time and truly felt the barrenness of the Loess Plateau.

Especially in winter, when the bus passes by the foot of the mountains, you can still see the scattered houses on the mountainside not far away.

Every one of them was a sallow and emaciated farmer, carrying a basket with steamed buns in it, probably visiting relatives.

That's right, at this time, when people in Jin Province visited their relatives, many of the gifts they brought were steamed buns and the like.

The cultivated land not far away is also a small strip, a small strip, winding and irregular.

It is not at the same level as the endless black land in the Northeast.

"Is this our cultivated land?" Wang Xizhong asked, pointing to a relatively large piece of cultivated land outside the car window.

"Well," Jiang Xiaobai nodded.

"This, how big is this?" Wang Xizhong was a little surprised by Jiang Xiaobai's answer.

"This piece of land is estimated to be one mu of land, and the difference is not more than 2 points." Jiang Xiaobai said in a whisper.

Although he didn't know anything about life in the field in his previous life.

But in this life, he knew a little bit through jumping the queue in Jianhua Village.

Especially for the implementation of the household joint production contract system in Jianhua Village, he followed the land survey for a week.

As for the size of each piece of land, you can estimate it at a glance.

"What do you mean by no more than two points?" Wang Xizhong asked with some doubts.

Jiang Xiaobai was taken aback for a moment.

"It's no more than two points of land up and down." Jiang Xiaobai said, this Wang Xizhong can't stop farming, why can't he even understand this.

At this time, Wang Meng on the side spoke.

"fen is also a unit of calculation for the size of the land, but there is no such thing in our northeast. The smallest unit of calculation is the mu, and the value of less than the mu is not counted."

As Wang Meng spoke leisurely, Jiang Xiaobai felt a breath of local tyrants blowing towards his face.

This is the same as saying that our family spends money in tens of thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, and so on.

Let's not talk about thousands of dollars, it's too little.

Jiang Xiaobai looked at Wang Xizhong's astonished expression again, and felt even more fucked up.

"In the Northeast, it is usually calculated in terms of dong. One yi is equivalent to 15 acres of land here. We usually say how many dongs there are in this piece of land."

Wang Meng continued to explain that not only Jiang Xiaobai, but also the other passengers in the car were stunned.

How many acres of land, one field is equal to fifteen mu of land, how big is that land?

"Then the other ones are not vegetable fields, but what you call arable land?" At this moment, Wang Xizhong pointed to the small field outside the window and asked.

Wang Xizhong reflected that if the size of the land had a unit of calculation, then perhaps those small plots of land he thought should be cultivated land, not vegetable fields.

No wonder I thought about it just now, why are there so many vegetable fields in this place.

Jiang Xiaobai stopped talking, vegetable fields, your family has so many vegetable fields.

Well, there is nothing in the field in winter, so the local tyrant Wang Xizhong completely misunderstood it.

"Dad." Wang Meng yelled, a little embarrassed, unable to speak, it was arable land, what kind of vegetable land, although the land in the northeast was so big, it was indeed used for growing vegetables for his family.