Chapter 2108: Chapter 2068: Ye Family Village
Ye Qiu, this third uncle, was of the same generation as Ye Weidong, but for some reason, seeing Ye Qiu always made me a bit uneasy.
When he saw his third uncle standing aside, Ye Qiu said, "These are my friends; let’s go inside first."
Ye Qiu led Liu Lingxiu, Li Qianqian, Ling Fei, and Xia Tiantian inside. As a female hotel attendant guided Ye Qiu and Liu Lingxiu and the others inside, since the place was fully booked, there were no other guests staying.
"Sir, how many rooms would you like to book?"
"How are you ladies sleeping?" Ye Qiu asked them.
"I want a room to myself," Li Qianqian glared at Ye Qiu and said.
Liu Lingxiu also opted for a room by herself, while Ling Fei and Xia Tiantian shared one.
These were all single rooms.
Although it’s a small place, the hotel might not look luxurious, but given the price, it’s definitely better than those in big cities.
Ye Qiu surely had his own room.
Upon grabbing the keys, they went upstairs, and on the fourth floor, the rooms were adjoining.
When entering with backpacks and luggage, Ye Qiu stood by the window and saw Li Shen and others arriving one after another.
It seemed his third uncle couldn’t handle all his friends, so Ye Qiu just went downstairs first.
Outside, Li Shen and Zhu Zhiming arrived by car.
After they parked, Ye Qiu went over with his third uncle, and said, "Third Uncle, these are my friends and classmates."
"Welcome, welcome."
Li Shen and the others got their stuff and came down from the car, knowing that the entire hotel was booked, so there was no problem with everyone having their own room.
Li Shen, Luo Yang, Zhu Zhiming, and Zhou Shaohui got their stuff and went inside. Ye Qiu waited there.
When Song Ying arrived, she parked the car nearby.
His third uncle was curious about why there were so many beautiful ladies this time.
"Third Uncle, this is my university teacher and friend, Song Ying."
"Hello, Third Uncle," Song Ying said.
"Hello, Ms. Song."
Knowing she was a university teacher, the third uncle seemed even more respectful.
While Song Ying carried her stuff inside.
By the time Ye Weidong arrived by car, he was already the slowest.
Ye Weidong was driving such a long distance for the first time, and being not quite an experienced driver, he drove slowly.
When Ye Weidong got out of the car, Chen Fang, Lin Xiang, Ye Xue, and others got out too.
Li Qianqian’s two close friends had also already arrived.
"Weidong, why are you so late?" the third uncle asked.
"I’m the slowest driver, can’t help it."
The hotel manager noticed they were all Mercedes and BMWs and was wondering what kind of people they were.
After all, they seemed far from ordinary.
Besides Ye Weidong and his wife planning to stay at the ancestral home, Ye Xue, Lin Xiang, and the others were definitely staying at the hotel, moving their stuff inside first.
The third uncle calculated; the visitors this time exceeded twenty people, bustling with activity.
Including the Ye family’s relatives, there might be over a hundred people.
Ye Weidong and his third uncle, Ye Weihong, smoked and chatted aside.
After about half an hour, when Liu Lingxiu and others emerged from the hotel, they had already brought out their valuables.
Then prepared to return to Ye Qiu’s village.
"Ye Qiu, do you have no memory of the village at all?"
"I visited once when I was two or three; what could I remember?"
Ye Qiu naturally had no impression.
Now they were getting into the cars, preparing to drive back to Ye Family Village.
The third uncle originally came on a motorcycle, but now planned to ride back in Ye Weidong’s Mercedes.
It’s said the Mercedes costs around thirty thousand, yet to Ye Weihong, it was enviable; he wondered when he’d ever drive such a luxurious car.
Moreover, judging by Ye Qiu’s friends, they’re almost all wealthy.
"If Ye Qiu wanted to call people, hundreds or thousands of luxury cars could come over. This time, Ye Qiu is already keeping it low-key."
Ye Weidong looked at his third brother in the passenger seat.
"That’s true; none of us here compare to Ye Qiu," Ye Weihong said.
He thought no one in the whole Xin’an Province could compare.
Now Ye Weidong was driving ahead, followed closely by another car, and from the hotel’s parking spots, they began heading to Ye Family Village.
Since it was getting dark, they all drove with their lights on, leaving the small town, and headed down a country road, during which Ye Qiu felt the villagers here seemed quite affluent; everything looked pretty good at least.
However, the country road was too narrow, just two lanes, making it difficult for cars to pass.
And the distance from the town to Ye Family Village was about seven or eight kilometers, not too far; if driving fast, it might be just over ten minutes.
But now they were sticking to thirty or forty km/h.
When Ye Weidong was the first to reach the village entrance, he saw many people waiting there, realizing they were his father’s generation of brothers and sisters, along with aunts and uncles, and plenty of villagers watching the excitement.
Ye Weidong opened the car door and said, "Brothers, relatives, fellow villagers, please clear the way, there are more cars coming."
Initially, these villagers only heard Ye Weidong was bringing Ye Qiu back for sweeping ancestors’ graves, but unexpectedly so many people came; from a glance, the queue of cars looked like a wedding reception convoy.
Because there were too many cars behind, Ye Weidong had to drive into the village first.
Arriving near the village committee, Ye Weidong parked the car, and the cars that followed also stopped one by one and got out.
Only then did Ye Qiu truly feel what his ancestral home was like.
Ye Weidong and his third uncle were already out of the car, distributing packs of China-brand cigarettes to every adult, a few boxes each.
And the alcohol they brought had already been delivered, stored at the third uncle’s house, prepared for drinking later during meals.
"Weidong, should we go back to your place first or to ours?"
Since the old house at Ye Weidong’s was inherited from his father, Ye Qiu’s grandfather, it’s quite old and not renovated, definitely uninhabitable.
Yet it still stood.
These structures were mostly Huizhou’s distinctive white wall and black tile courtyard-style houses.
Whether wealthy or poor, the villagers built them this way; these houses resembled those of ancient times, looking quite distinctive.
"Let’s go back and have a look at the old house first."
