Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

In this alley, they found a group of people gathering in a hidden corner. Several people gathered together, with a large amount of daily necessities piled in front of each person.

Yang Jun was led to a young man who was carrying two large bags. The man patted the bags and said, "The flour you want is here. It's exactly 120 kilograms. Do you need to weigh it to verify?" Yang Jun opened the bag and saw that it was indeed filled with white flour. Judging from the quality, it should be high-quality grade like 70% flour.

"No need to weigh it, just tell me the price," he said.

"One cent a pound, a total of twenty-one dollars and sixty cents." The middle-aged man reported the number.

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun knew that the price was slightly higher than the market price, three cents more per pound, but he thought that this was high-quality flour and well worth the money.

Yang Jun took out the money from his wallet, counted it and handed it to the young man. Then he found a small basket under the young man's feet, covered with straw, and he didn't know what was hidden inside.

"What's in the basket?" he inquired.

The middle-aged man's eyes lit up, and he promoted the product: "They are our own free-range eggs, and they are very fragrant when fried with green onions."

When Yang Jun heard that it was eggs, his heart was instantly moved. He praised the taste of local eggs highly. He could not forget the taste after eating it once, and the more he tasted, the more delicious it became.

Eggs depend on the market for distribution and circulation. Usually, the supply and marketing cooperatives in small towns only collect them, but do not sell them directly. They will distribute them to the market in the city. Since they are sold by egg rather than by weight, the price of eggs is about 0.55 yuan each. The local eggs in this country are relatively small, and ten eggs are priced at one kilogram.

Yang Jun said, "I want all of them, including the basket." The middle-aged man happily responded, "There are eighty eggs here, totaling four dollars and eighty cents. I wove the basket myself, so it's two cents, so the total is five dollars."

After learning the price, Yang Jun thought that 50 cents per egg was a bit high. According to the market, each egg is about 50 cents, but it is reasonable without discounts. With the current high prices, 50 cents is an acceptable fair price.

The middle-aged man put the banknotes carefully into his pocket, his face full of joy. He thought he would have a hard time doing business today, but he didn't expect to meet such a big customer. If he sold them in small quantities, he might still have some left.

Seeing this, the people watching nearby were eager to show their own things to attract Yang Jun's attention. "Comrade, do you want lamb legs?", "I have 12 catties of vermicelli here", "Here are 30 catties of Jinci rice"... Yang Jun accepted them happily, and except for some useless things, he took all the edible things. His final harvest included 120 catties of white flour, 220 eggs, 42 catties of mutton, 18 catties of sorghum wine, 45 catties of Jinci rice, 25 catties of sweet potato vermicelli, 4 catties of chili peppers, 8 catties of pork and 13... and so on.

The items purchased were not expensive, and the total expenditure was only more than two hundred yuan.

Some of the things didn't really need to be bought, but he felt sympathy and couldn't bear to refuse. At this moment, the long-lost desire to consume emerged, and he said generously: "Big brother and big sister, can you help move these to the intersection?"

The three of them arrived at the entrance of the village with a full load of supplies, and with the help of Yi Qiushui and Yangmei, they loaded the goods one by one. Looking at the fully loaded trucks, everyone felt an indescribable sense of security.

Yang Jun drove back to the town, arrived at the post office and called the steel mill, asking Wang Erwa to issue a work certificate in the name of the security department and send it urgently. After that, he asked about the situation in the factory, and Wang Erwa told him that everything was the same. After hanging up, Yang Jun drove straight back to the village.

The villagers were all surprised to see the supplies brought by Yang Jun.

The wealth in the hands of the city dwellers is truly enviable. They buy rice in bags, lamb legs in whole pieces, and even coarsely brewed sorghum liquor in full jars.

Seeing the villagers staring at the boxes of goodies being moved into their caves, their eyes almost popped out. Seeing them swallowing their saliva and their Adam's apples trembling up and down, Wang Yuying had to appear in the inner room, holding a large bag of melon seeds in one hand and distributing them to everyone to satisfy their cravings.

Yang Jun secretly took out the melon seeds from the storage space. He originally wanted to appease his younger brother Yang Huai, but it unexpectedly came in handy for entertaining the villagers.

Looking at the pile of supplies in the corner, the eyes of the second uncle's family were full of desire, especially the two children of Yang Anbang, who grabbed the melon seeds and put them directly into their mouths. Their family had never been so well-off before, and some of the things they had never seen before.

After putting the car keys in his pocket, Yang Jun returned to the memorial hall. He put on a white mourning dress, knelt beside the deceased, lowered his head and smoked silently. The time of waiting for the deceased to pay respects was indeed very monotonous and boring.

He sat there all day, only saying a few words of thanks when people came to pay their respects. Fortunately, he was not the only one on duty, and everyone gathered together to chat and relieve boredom, and the day passed quickly.

During this period, some elders in the village came to talk to Yang Jun. Although they seemed to be doing nothing, they were actually flattering. Yang Jun knew them and just hoped to take this opportunity to get a job.

He can help his family members selflessly, but for those who have no direct relationship with him, Yang Jun will not do those things that are "repaying a drop of water with a spring of water" and distinguishing between gratitude and resentment. Why would he help you when "there is no connection"? However, Ma Xiangxiu's father Ma Dapao came to visit once. After expressing his gratitude in person, he also left two packs of "Daqianmen" tobacco on his desk as a farewell gift.

Looking at the two packs of cigarettes, Yang Jun knew that they were bought for him because Ma Dapao smoked a pipe. Although the value of the cigarettes was far from enough to repay his kindness, it at least proved his gratitude. However, the smell of cigarettes was too strong, and Yang Jun hated it, so he gave it to Liu Zhi. Although Liu Zhi himself did not smoke, it was appropriate for him to come as a guest to entertain. These two packs of cigarettes were just enough to make up for the occasion.

That night, my uncle's family improved their meals, and the main course was mutton ramen. Although it was called ramen, it was actually sliced ​​noodles. The reason was that my aunt was reluctant to add too much oil when kneading the noodles, which resulted in the noodles being unable to be rubbed into thin noodles, so they were only sliced ​​and eaten. However, the mutton soup was genuine, with rich enough seasonings and a lot of pepper powder, which completely covered up the mutton smell.

Originally, I thought Yang Anbang would have a normal appetite like his brother, but I didn't expect that this kid could eat as much as Yang Anbang. The two of them finished eight bowls of food in total, and even grandfather Yang Wenhou drank two large bowls. This shows that the Yang family's big appetite is indeed a genetic factor.

The next day was the fifth day of the first lunar month. Yang Jun returned from the village with Yi Qiushui and Yang Mei, and saw Yang Anbang's youngest son crouching over the table, concentrating on scribbling something. Looking closer, he was copying a first-grade homework chapter.

The child was very similar to his father in character, an introverted child who was always shy around strangers. "Uncle, my name is Yang Qun," the little boy answered stutteringly.

"Oh, like a flock of sheep?" Hearing this name, Yang Jun couldn't help but look up at the sheepfold next to the cave. Although Yang Qun was only eight years old, he had already begun to have thoughts and understanding. Yang Qun understood what Yang Jun was thinking and explained: "Grandpa hopes that our family will be full of sheep running all over the mountains and fields, so that we will never go hungry again in the future."

This name does sound like it has something to do with sheep. After all, a name is a symbol that follows a person throughout his life. If it were his own child, Yang Jun would never want to be misunderstood. So Yang Jun replied, "Yes, you won't have to worry about going hungry in the future, because you and your father will go to the big city to start a new life."

“Really? Then I can eat delicious mutton ramen every day?” the little boy asked expectantly.

Yang Jun gently touched the boy's head. This is a sensible child.

Now that the school is on holiday due to the epidemic, this young child actually knows how to study on his own at home. His perseverance is truly rare.

When he thought of studying, the image of Yang Laosi instantly appeared in front of him.

Since the first day Yang Laosi came here, she behaved herself for a day, and since then her figure has almost never been seen.

Yang Jun understood what she was doing without having to guess.

"I can't guarantee that you will have mutton ramen to eat every day, but at least you don't have to endure hunger anymore," he said.

There was a gleam of joy in Yang Qun's eyes. Although he could not eat mutton ramen every day, it at least meant that he would not have to go hungry in the future.

After breakfast, Yang Jun saw Yang Laosi sneaking out of the yard.

He had an idea and followed quietly.

As soon as she went out, she disappeared as quickly as a rabbit.

Really agile.

He walked about two hundred meters along the hillside and heard the voices of children coming from the foot of the mountain.

He bent down and crept along, quietly following.

Hiding behind a tree halfway up the mountain, he stuck his head out and saw a dozen teenagers gathered around Yang Laosi and having an excited discussion.

Yang Laosi stood in the middle, with his hands on his hips, and gave orders in a high-handed manner.

"Everyone stand in line. Whoever can climb over that hill first can become my little follower."

Hearing her boasting tone, Yang Jun almost laughed out loud.

Yang Laosi, who has a leadership temperament, looks like a little boss wherever he goes. In just two days, he has become the leader of the children.

"Ready, go!" With the command,

A group of children rushed to the other side of the hill like a swarm of bees.

Yang Laosi laughed loudly on the hillside. Her heart was filled with vanity as she watched her soldiers fighting to the death for her.

Soon, all the children rushed up the hill, covered in dust, but they didn't care, they just stared at Yang Laosi.

She blinked her eyes and said to the little boy in the lead: "Announcement, Ding Tiedan won the first place in the competition. From today on, you will become my first subordinate!"

Upon hearing this, the child named Ding Tiedan cheered and jumped for joy, his body trembling slightly with joy.

The other children looked disappointed and did not win the favor of Yang Laosi.

Yang Laosi then said: "As the eldest brother, I naturally have to express something."

She liked this competitive atmosphere very much and took out a piece of beautifully packaged maltose from her pocket and handed it to Ding Tiedan.

"Thank you, boss!" Ding Tiedan took it with both hands happily, speaking sweet words.

At this time, Yang Jun understood the source of everything.

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The problem starts with oneself.

If he hadn't given Yang Laosi so much pocket money, she wouldn't have become so arrogant and domineering.

If there was no money to buy these snacks, the children would not bother to acknowledge that she was the boss, let alone obey her orders.

Realizing that he could not allow this situation to continue, Yang Jun decided to correct her while she was still young and not let her go astray.

What he needs to do now is to limit her pocket money and devote more time to her education and guidance.

Thinking of this, he stepped out from behind the tree decisively:

"Yang Laosi, come here!"

When she heard the name, she was stunned for a moment, and then her whole body trembled.

No one would call her by her name like that except their father, the majestic eldest brother. She feared him more than anyone or any difficulty.

Her fate was in his hands, and his mood determined her source of pocket money.

She flinched away, then mustered up the courage to approach, "Brother, what's the matter?"

Yang Jun sighed inwardly: Thank God, she didn't call me big brother. This at least saved her some face.

"Come back with me." He stopped talking nonsense and took her hand and walked back.

At first, the fourth brother was a little reluctant and wavered, but when he saw Yang Jun's murderous eyes, he immediately followed him back to the house obediently.

Back to the courtyard.

Yang Jun carefully searched Lao Si's body and found a total of 3.57 yuan in change and a small bag of crushed maltose.

"From today on, you are not allowed to go out and play. You must stay at home and study hard." Yang Jun announced.

"School is closed anymore." The fourth child complained with his lips pursed.

"I haven't stopped my school classes yet. From now on, I, your eldest sister-in-law, and your elder sister will be your teachers. You should stay at home and study hard."

"I don't even have a textbook." The fourth child was still making excuses for not studying.

"Don't worry about the textbooks. I can help you find them. Now let's start from the basics of first grade."

"I'm almost in fifth grade, I don't want to start over from first grade."

"You said you were a fifth-grade student? You still have the nerve." Yang Jun interrupted her, picked her up by the collar and led her into the mourning hall.

Seeing Yang Qun bowing his head and studying hard, he pointed at him and said:

"Look, your eldest nephew is so sensible and filial. Why can't you learn from him?"

"First, you should understand the knowledge of the first grade, memorize the Chinese articles, and solve all the math problems. If you don't learn well, don't eat."

"what?"

The fourth brother looked at Yuying and the others who were standing by with a sad look on his face, hoping that someone would intervene with Yang Jun and plead for him. However, no one seemed to notice and continued their discussion.

Yang Si pursed her lips in disdain, ready to cry, but Yang Jun had already seen through her little trick and kicked her inside the knee, forcing her to kneel down and study.