The younger generation, starting from where the wind blows...

Chapter 12 Be a treasure of your hometown, facing Erhai Lake, where spring is warm and flowers bloom.
Under the table, Xu Li kicked Yang Deyuan.

As the child's father, say something!

Yang Deyuan remained silent.

In his mind, as long as his son still bears the surname Yang, even if he doesn't follow anyone else, he will eventually follow him anyway.

There's no point in arguing about these things now.

Besides, he and Gao Yunyue had already argued and quarreled enough, otherwise they wouldn't have ended up getting a divorce.

"Waiter, you can start serving the food now."

Yang Muye handed the red wine to the waiter to open, and opened a bottle of Moutai for himself: "Grandpa, Uncle, Dad, Uncle Xiao, tonight we'll drink white wine, Mom and Aunt Xu will drink red wine, and the two little ones will drink fruit juice, tamarind juice, the drink that local children have been drinking since they were little. It's also a way for my younger siblings to experience the taste of my childhood."

Seeing that no one had any objections, Yang Muye began to distribute the wine.

During this time, the ordered dishes were served one after another.

There were nine people in total, seven adults and two children, and they ordered a total of twelve dishes plus a soup, all of which were local ethnic specialties.

Even with all the food served, the table wasn't completely filled.

However, no one in the room cared about that, since none of them were really there just for a meal.

Yang Muyi picked up his wine glass and stood up from his seat: "I'd like to toast everyone with this glass first. If I hadn't been admitted to university, I probably would never have had the opportunity to sit down and eat with everyone like this in my life."

Before anyone could react, he tilted his head back and downed the wine in his glass in one gulp.

Then they prepared to pour a second cup.

Gao Yunyue hadn't even taken a sip of her own wine yet, but she couldn't help but remind him, "Xiao Ye, drink slowly."

Under the table, Xu Li kicked Yang Deyuan again.

How could you, as a father, act like this!
Is it so hard to say you care?
"Let the kid drink if he wants to, I'll keep him company!" Yang Deyuan picked up his glass and downed it in one gulp.

Grandpa Yang and Xiao Shen each only took a sip.

One doesn't drink quickly, and the other knows how to keep to himself and doesn't overstep his bounds.

Only Yang Deqing, who appeared to sip the cup, secretly finished it all.

Today, thanks to Yang Muye, he had the opportunity to taste the Moutai.

Take the opportunity to drink more so you can brag about it in the village later.

At this moment, Yang Muye had already picked up his second glass of wine.

"This toast is for my father and mother alone. Thank you for bringing me into this world and for giving me family and love. Although I was really sad when I heard about your divorce, I never felt that you owed me anything. Really, so please don't feel guilty or blame yourself."

“Now you have all started your own families, and your younger siblings are all very cute. I am now eighteen years old and a legal adult, so you don’t need to worry about me anymore.”

"I've accepted the living expenses you gave me before, and you don't need to give me any more in the future. My mother just said that I haven't started earning money yet, but I'm already financially independent."

As he spoke, Yang Muye took out a copy of the "Spring City Times" that he had prepared beforehand.

“I’ve been buying lottery tickets since the Olympics started. I won almost 500,000 yuan on the first day. This was reported in an interview after I received the prize. I bought tickets every day after that and won every day. I haven’t calculated the exact amount now, but it must be at least 2 million yuan.”

Cough!

Yang Deqing, who was secretly preparing to down his second glass of wine, choked and turned red in the face. He looked up at Yang Muye with disbelief.

"No, Ono, you won so much money in the lottery, why didn't you tell your family?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a voice rang out that terrified him.

"Ono earned the money himself, what does it have to do with you?"

Grandpa Yang put down his wine glass and glared at Yang Deqing.

I didn't bring my cane with me today, otherwise I would have already hit Yang Deqing with it.

Yang Deqing hurriedly tried to explain: "What I meant was that Xiao Ye won so much money in the lottery, and he went to claim the prize alone. I was worried about him."

By this time, the newspaper had already been circulated among Yang Deyuan and Gao Yunyue.

Two million yuan is nothing to them, but Yang Muye is only eighteen years old. He earned so much in just half a month after finishing the college entrance examination. The two of them can no longer describe their feelings as shock.

Once you are financially independent, it means your children will no longer need to rely on you.

The former couple were filled with mixed emotions at this moment.

Gao Yunyue, who usually presents herself as a strong woman, covered her mouth on the spot, her emotions somewhat out of control. Xiao Shen quickly patted her shoulder to comfort her.

After calming down a bit, Gao Yunyue suddenly raised her head and stared at Yang Muye with red eyes.

"Ono, are you abandoning your mother?"

You were the ones who rejected me first.

Yang Muye couldn't bring himself to say such heartless words.

"How could that be? In your eyes, I've always been sensible since I was little, so just think of me as going through a rebellious phase. Besides, you don't need to worry about my main account anymore, and you still have two alt accounts waiting for you to train, don't you?"

Yang Deyuan, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up: "We should continue to provide living expenses. It is an obligation that your mother and I should fulfill."

Sure, from now on someone will top up your game cards for you, so you can go have fun as you please.

Yang Muye wasn't so pretentious as to refuse such a good thing.

He raised his glass, toasted his parents, and downed it in one gulp.

Just when everyone thought Yang Muyi would have a third drink, he sat down, picked up his chopsticks, and invited everyone: "I specially asked the restaurant to make it non-spicy. Uncle Xiao and Aunt Xu have come all this way, so please try our local specialty."

Just then, the waiter came in with two glasses of tamarind juice.

Yang Muye asked the other person to bring in another cup, as he wanted to drink it too.

Moreover, before drinking, he made a point of raising his glass to his younger brother and sister in a toast.

The two little ones cooperated by raising their respective tamarind juices.

"cheers!"

With that, Yang Muye's third toast was finished.

He had just put down his cup when he suddenly remembered something else.

"By the way, Dad, Haoxuan will be applying for permanent residency in Hong Kong Island. His household registration won't be transferred back to Yunmiao Village, right?"

Yang Deyuan put down his chopsticks and looked at Yang Muye with a puzzled expression: "Your brother's household registration was in Shenzhen, so of course it won't be transferred back."

Why turn back?

For those few acres of farmland and a house plot?

Yang Deyuan's household registration has already been transferred to Shenzhen, and his youngest son can no longer transfer his household registration back to Yunmiao Village.

Yang Muye nodded: "Then the village's homesteads and fields will belong to me."

Before Yang Deyuan could react, Gao Yunyue spoke up first.

"Xiao Ye, do you intend to keep your household registration in Yunmiao Village and not transfer it to Yanjing?"

"Yes, Mom, you understand me best."

"I disagree!"

This time, Gao Yunyue's attitude was unusually firm.

Even Yang Deyuan joined in the persuasion: "If you don't want to transfer your household registration to Yanjing, you can come to Shenzhen, or apply for permanent residency in Hong Kong like your brother. What's the point of staying in Yunmiao Village?"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a loud "bang" was heard!
Grandpa Yang slammed his fist on the table in anger and said, "What do you mean by 'what are you doing'? Of course, it's to provide for this old codger in his old age and see him to his death!"

Seeing his father's explosive anger, Yang Deyuan could only patiently try to persuade him:

"Father, please don't make things worse. I know you've raised Xiao Ye since he was little and you can't bear to part with him, but you also have to think about Xiao Ye's future. Taking care of you in your old age and seeing you off in your final days is my and my brother's business."

Gao Yunyue was also working on Yang Muye at the same time:

"Xiao Ye, do you remember that you were the one who sent Mom and Dad out to work and earn money? Why are you staying behind instead?"

Yang Muyi suddenly said, "If I said I regretted letting you guys go out in the first place, would you believe me?"

Gao Yunyue and Yang Deyuan were both stunned.

Yang Muye's voice continued:

"Actually, you can just think of me as a local treasure. Aren't most people from Yunnan like this? Beijing is only suitable for working hard, not for living. My goal is to achieve financial freedom before I turn 25, and then retire back to Yunmiao Village to enjoy my retirement."

"Renovate the old houses in the village, open a horse farm for our own amusement, and ride horses around Erhai Lake when we have nothing to do, just like Hai Zi's poem says, 'Facing the sea, with spring flowers blooming.'"

(End of this chapter)