It was like someone suddenly turned off the sound of a lively movie. Fang Yixing was still drinking, Zhao Chengxin was still smiling, Fang Hao was still chewing the bone in his mouth, Fang Yixin and Fang Yiling were still chatting.
But the noise at the dinner table suddenly stopped, and there was a moment of silence.
Fang Yixing frowned slightly, and Fang Huwei's slightly dark face looked even uglier.
Fang Huwei had very little contact with this son-in-law, but the pride in the third son-in-law's bones could be felt even across thousands of miles.
He is a very traditional man at heart, but he is quite open-minded when it comes to his children's emotional issues. As long as you like it, I will like it with you.
When my daughter first brought Zhou Fan to visit us, he behaved well. The young man had delicate features, was gentle and smart. Although he was always arrogant when chatting, wasn't that what young people should behave like
Later, Zhou Fan's position became higher and higher under his father's support, and he received more and more compliments, which made his self-confidence swell even more. This was the case in front of outsiders and in front of his family. This made old man Fang Huwei unhappy.
Fang Hu stared at Zhou Fan and said, "I think being a teacher is good. Teaching and educating people will help them succeed. It is a great thing to train 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'm going to go back to my room to rest. I'm 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 back to the backyard.
Zhou Fan was unhappy when his father-in-law opposed his proposal and said, "I'm not saying that my father is against him, but the older generation's thinking needs to change. Think about it, what era is this? Teaching and educating people is a good thing for the country. But, we have to consider our children, right?"
"Fang Yan is not young anymore. How much can a teacher earn in a month? How many years of salary can buy a house in Huacheng or Yanjing? Without a house, what will Fang Yan do when he falls in love and gets married? Bring the girl to this village? Once the girl arrives and sees how remote this village is, she will be scared away."
"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 now young girls all want to live in the city. Who can stand the loneliness in this village? They feel fresh living in this village for three or two days, but if they live there for a year or two, they will be suffocated and crazy. Even if Fang Yan takes her with him when he goes to work in Huacheng, he still has to buy a house in Huacheng, right?"
"How do you know Fang Yan can't afford to buy a house? Can't a teacher afford to buy a house?" Fang Hao asked back.
Fang Yan was worried that the three of them would start quarreling at the table, so he quickly stepped out to smooth things over. He smiled and raised his glass, saying, "What the young uncle said makes sense, and he was thinking about me. Come on, I'll toast to the three uncles."
Zhou Fan raised his glass and clinked it with Fang Yan's, then said, "It's because I treat you as my own nephew that I tell you the truth. If it was someone else's child, would I need to say all this? You should think carefully about what I said. Our bank will invest over 100 million in Mingzhu to set up a financial services company after the new year. If you are interested, I will arrange for you to work in this service company. Both the future and the income will definitely be better than being a teacher. After a few years of hard work and experience and achievements, I can also ask for a house for you in Mingzhu----"
"Thank you, uncle-in-law. I will consider it carefully." Fang Yan nodded with a smile.
Zhou Fan was satisfied, and then he looked at Fang Hao and Zhao Chengxin and said, "You can't stay in this village forever. How much can this village achieve? Yi Jing also told me that this village has produced many great people in the past. But how many years has it been? Hundreds of years, right? We can't always hold on to the glory of our ancestors, we still have to look forward, right?"
Zhao Chengxin was so angry that he was shaking. He said in a rage, "We want to get out, but our brother-in-law needs to find a way for us."
Zhou Fan sensed the hostility in Zhao Chengxin's words, so he naturally didn't want to really help him. He said, "I'll arrange it for you when there's a suitable opportunity."
The meal ended a bit unpleasantly. Zhou Fan returned to the room where he and Fang Yijing lived, lay on the bed and said, "I feel like your family is hostile to me."
"Why am I hostile to you?" Fang Yijing asked casually while packing her luggage.
"When fate strikes, he falls twice. I can see that the boy really suffered at the hands of Fang Yan, otherwise he wouldn't be so emotional -- and your dad, when I said I would arrange a job for Fang Yan, he looked at me as if he wanted to eat me. I meant well, didn't I? If it were someone else, would I have to worry about this?"
Fang Yijing stopped the work in her hands, sat down beside the bed and said to her husband in a gentle voice: "Zhou Fan, Yanziwu is a very special place. The people here are naturally prouder than others-----"
Zhou Fan sneered and said, "What is there to be proud of, you poor country bumpkins who have never seen the world?"
Fang Yujing sighed softly.
She tried to discuss this issue with her husband countless times, but was always rebuffed by such sarcastic remarks.
Yes, Yanziwu has been silent for a hundred years, but the glory and spirit of our ancestors still exist, and the villagers here have been silently guarding this country and its people with their loyalty and lives.
They have shed blood for this country, they have sacrificed their lives for this country, and they have the capital to be proud and arrogant.
No matter who you are, you should be more tolerant towards such a group, allow their pride, accept their arrogance, and make them feel respected.
However, the husband only believed what he saw with his own eyes. The mountain village he saw was so remote, the houses he saw were so old, the village roads he saw were so dilapidated, and the young people he saw were hiding in the village catching chickens and walking dogs and doing nothing.
Even his son Zhou Mingli despised Yanziwu, thinking that the village where his mother was born was too poor. She had always wanted to integrate her husband and son into Yanziwu and let them beat with the pulse of Yanziwu.
Now it seems that this wish is really difficult to achieve.
"Zhou Fan, you should put aside your prejudices, look at it with clear eyes, and think about it with a rational mind. Yanziwu is really a place that people should be proud of-----"
Before Fang Yijing could finish her words, she could hear her husband snoring in his sleep.
At six in the morning, Fang Yan had already washed up and got up to practice in the yard. After returning home, he couldn't neglect his kung fu. Grandpa didn't care about other things, but he was very strict about this one.
Fang Yan had just walked a circle of plum blossom steps when Fang Yingxiong and Fang Haohan also walked over in casual clothes.
The three of them greeted each other with their eyes, and then started walking.
After a while, Fang Mengying and Fang Mengxiang also came out. During the New Year, the whole family of the eldest and second aunts would move into the old house, so Fang Mengying and Fang Mengxiang had to practice with Fang Yan.
Fang Hao and Zhao Chengxin also want to practice martial arts, but they go to the Fang family martial arts hall to practice and will not be with these younger generations.
Zhou Mingli also got up, wearing a thick down jacket and holding an IPAD in his hand.
Seeing Fang Yan leading a group of people to practice standing meditation, he just curled his lips and started to play games on his IPAD. The game volume was turned up very loud, causing a lot of noise to the people practicing.
"Can you please turn off the sound?" Fang Mengxiang was the least focused, and when he heard the battle sounds coming from the game, his attention began to be drawn away.
"I'm playing my game, what does it have to do with you?" Zhou Mingli naturally would not listen to a child.
"Do you believe I can beat you?" Fang Mengxiang said angrily. To Fang Mengxiang, Zhou Mingli, who couldn't even walk steadily, was no match for him.
"Fang Mengxiang." Fang Yan said to Fang Mengxiang while standing still: "Be calm and collected, and focus your mind. These noises are just your obstacles. Only by overcoming them can you become a master like your father."
Fang Mengxiang admired Fang Yan very much. After listening to Fang Yan's words, he said, "I don't want to be a master like my father. I want to be a master like Brother Fang Yan----"
"Okay." Fang Yan nodded with a smile. It was nice to have a die-hard fan at home. "Then practice well. Don't be disturbed by the noise from the outside world."
"Yes. I will." Fang Mengxiang closed his eyes and stood still with his mind. As expected, he was no longer troubled by external forces.
Zhou Mingli sneered and said, "You can only deceive the children."
Zhou Fan drank too much last night and got up late today.
After washing up, he didn't want to stay with the Fang family, so he got up and walked in the village. When he walked to the entrance of the village, he saw rows of cars driving towards the village.
How could there be cars coming to such a remote and dilapidated village
When he saw the license plate numbers, his heartbeat quickened and his face was filled with disbelief. He rubbed his eyes and looked again. There was no mistake for the car and the license plate number.
One of the cars had a license plate number that belonged to his boss's boss, the boss he had seen from afar yesterday when he went to the Yanjing Hotel to wish his immediate boss a happy new year. Why did he come to this poor village
"Could it be that the leader also walked out of this village?" Thinking of this possibility, Zhou Fan's heart was pounding violently.
The opportunity has come!
Zhou Fan ran towards the village behind the convoy and met an old man who was collecting manure. He pointed at the cars and asked, "Uncle, whose cars are these?"
"Whose family?" The old man looked up and said, "To the Ye family. The third son of the Ye family is back." (To be continued)