C4 There's a Big Shot in the Fan Family

This pier was built by the ancestors of the Fan family with their heads on their belts. Hence, from the Great Qing Dynasty's Qian Long Dynasty, this originally desolate riverbed was called the Fan Family Crossing.

Up until now, it already had a history of over two hundred years. It was a very, very long time, like the strange rock of a goose egg on a yellow river bank. It had been exposed to the wind and rain several times, forming all types of rich and varied patterns. It was a bit of an ancient history.

This point had been clearly recorded in the Fan Clan's clan tree. From generation to generation, vague pictures of their ancestors had been attached to them. And every descendant of the Fan Clan clearly remembered it.

Every thirty nights of the Lunar New Year, all the men of the family, regardless of whether they were young or old, had to gather together to relive the arduous history of their ancestors. Year after year, they would never dare to forget it.

The earliest ancestor who came to this place to make a living was a person called Van Shide. After his parents starved to death, he, who was twelve years old, begged all the way from the old home of the great locust tree in Shanxi to the Great Peace by the Yellow River.

Ten years later, when Fan Shide had his own flock of sheep, he built a very simple courtyard on the desolate riverbank that the Fan family was currently living on. Finally, he had his own shelter to shelter himself from the wind and rain.

Not long after, he married a local girl and became his home. While he was focusing on herding sheep, he also reclaimed some fields.

Four years later, her grandmother, who had suffered for her entire life, swallowed her last breath. At this time, Fan Shide, who came from a well-off family, did not hesitate to hire the famous Gu family troupe on both sides of the Yellow River to sing a grand and grand funeral for three days in a row. After that, he wore mourning clothes and buried his grandmother in a place called the Red Groove.

It was also strange that in the few years after his grandmother was buried in the Red Groove, Fan Shide, who only had two daughters, had five vigorous and vigorous sons in a row. All of them had a promising future.

Among them, his youngest son, Fan Jinggeng, also scored in the Elementary Scholar exam and became a figure that everyone envied. It made an outsider, Fan Shide, very proud and glorious. It was also because of this that he firmly established his foothold at the bank of the Yellow River.

As time passed, the Fan Clan gradually became prosperous. This rise was unstoppable, like a purple cyclone that never dispersed. Not only did the people of every generation thrive, but they also had a surging source of wealth. It was truly a person who was rich and prosperous.

In the end, the Fan Clan, an outsider, became a powerful clan on the north bank of the Yellow River. The originally barren riverbed and alkali land had become a very lively dock of the Yellow River called the Fan Clan's ferry.

At the time of the Republic of China, the Fan Clan even produced a big shot from the Radiant Light Sect. According to the family tree records, Fan Tinggui, who was the last official to become the commander of the national army, graduated from Baoding Military School in his early years. Later, he led his troops to Zhongtshan to fight the Japanese bandits. When he ran out of ammunition and supplies, he died at the front line of the Japanese resistance and was rewarded by the government.

Now, more than two hundred years had passed, and the Fan family was still a big family in the Fan family. In Fan Youmin's generation, there were a total of 38 people in the Fan family.

Among them, one of them was a grandfather, and there were fourteen of them. One of them was a father, and he had six brothers. Among these brothers, Fan Youmin was the eldest. He was almost seventy years old this year, but his body was still strong and healthy.

Seeing that his eldest son had returned, Fan Youmin tightened his wrinkled, dark red face. He sat on the straw mat in front of the mourning hall without saying a word and only focused on smoking. He acted as if he did not care about his eldest son and did not even look at his eldest son.

Now, his son's wings had hardened and his career had become big. He had become the big boss of a famous listed company and was rich. His eyes seemed to be looking down on his father, who had been a farmer for his entire life, which made him very unhappy.

When the few younger brothers and sisters saw that their rich brother had returned, they all sat around him at the same time. Like stars surrounding the moon, they tightly surrounded Fan Wenbin in the middle. Their big brother and big brother were short and short, and they fought to speak to their big brother. Instead, they put their old father aside, and no one paid attention to him.

Fan Wenbin had three younger brothers and two younger sisters, and they had already formed a family. The two younger sisters, the big one was called Fan Wenyan, and the one who lived not far from the Fan family was Guo Village, which was under Mei Tanxiang's jurisdiction.

As for the younger sister, Fan Wenchun, she worked as a doctor in the obstetrics and gynecology department of the County People's Hospital. The man was the director of the County Care and Care Center. His name was Zhang Qun, and he was very familiar with Fan Wenbin.

His eldest brother, Fan Wengong, worked at home. After his second brother, Fan Wenlin, graduated from secondary school, he worked at the Water Conservancy Department of Da An County. After his youngest brother, Fan Wengong, graduated from junior high school, he did not want to study anymore. He went to work at a foreign company in Shenzhen and got married to a local woman in Guangdong. It seemed that he did not intend to live in his hometown anymore.

"Big Brother, your company has been listed for two years. The price of your shares has been raised very high. I took a look today. It's almost 15 yuan. "

When Fan Wenming said this, his eyes revealed a very envious look. He asked again, "Big brother, Are you the richest man in Da An County now?"

In his eyes, money was the best thing in the world. In the few years that Fan Wenming had just arrived in Shenzhen, he had done many different jobs. He had tried to promote companies, sold clothing, and worked as a warehouse manager in an electronic factory. However, he had not made much money.

Later, when he thought about it seriously, he went to work peacefully in a company that manufactured all kinds of small electronics. This company, called Ulrich, was founded by a big boss from Taiwan.

Over the years, Fan Wenming not only married a woman but also had a smooth sailing life in the company. He became a marketing manager and was very proud of himself.

At this moment, seeing Fan Wenming's envious expression, Fan Wenbin did not directly answer his question. He only cared about asking his younger brother and sister about the situation before his grandfather died.

To tell the truth, He had an indescribable disgust towards this flashy but glib-tongued younger brother. Furthermore, he was certain that it would not be a big deal.

This kind of mentality was secretly born on the first day that Fan Civilization did not listen to his advice and dropped out of school to enter society. Now, as time passed, this kind of disgust became more and more intense.

Although Fan Wenbin consciously controlled his emotions tightly, every time the two brothers met, they would unconsciously reveal it.

"Did Grandfather leave any words before he died?" Fan Wenbin looked at Fan Wengong, sighed, and asked. Because, he knew that even if he was not by his side, grandfather would definitely read him.

Seeing his big brother ask, Fan Wengong hurriedly said, "Brother, grandfather even ate a small bowl of egg noodles at noon, and slept for a while. However, when he woke up, he couldn't take it anymore. Before he died, he couldn't close his eyes. He kept shouting your name and wanted to see you for the last time. "

This sentence instantly aroused Fan Wenbin's sadness. He turned around and stared at his grandfather's portrait. When he saw that his two old eyes were also staring at him, for a moment, he could not help but shed tears of sadness and regret.

He knew very well that among the many grandsons and grandsons, his grandfather loved and valued his eldest grandson the most. However, he actually did not see his grandfather one last time before his death.

His grandfather, Fan Zhengkun, was the youngest son of the family's pride, Fan Tinggui. On the night before he went to the front lines of the war, Fan Tinggui returned to his hometown for the last time and gave his only son to his parents.

After that, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times. Under the tears of his parents and his son, he took advantage of the hazy moonlight and resolutely embarked on his journey to the Zhongbar Mountains to fight the Japanese.

It did not take long. Two months later. On a rainy afternoon, a team of soldiers crossed the surging Yellow River and walked in neat steps, carrying a black coffin covered in white flowers. With a dignified and solemn expression, they slowly and solemnly walked into the Fan household. After that, they held an unprecedentedly grand ceremony at the Fan family's old residence.

When he was young, when his grandfather talked about this unforgettable memory, his eyes were filled with tears. These were tears of sadness, and they were tears of pride and pride. Other than that, Fan Wenbin had never seen his grandfather cry again, not once.

After he gradually became sensible, he finally understood the indescribable feeling within. His grandfather's life was full of ups and downs, and he had experienced countless great calamities and calamities. However, he had relied on his astonishing willpower to persevere unyieldingly. He had lived for 93 years, and he was the person who had the longest lifespan in the Fan Clan until now.

In his opinion, his grandfather's life was a great historical book. The content of this book was long and rich, enough for the descendants of the Fan family to study it seriously for generations. Perhaps, they would not be able to understand it in their lifetime, nor would they be able to understand it. At least, currently, Fan Wenbin had yet to fully understand it.