Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

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Just as I was about to take a short nap, the office door was pushed open.

"Come in.

"

A man in a military coat came in, and Yang Jun was instantly excited.

"What's going on? Do we need another competition?"

The man waved his hands and replied with a smile: "Commander, you are teasing me, how can I fight with you? My arm still hurts.

"

“Don’t address me as Lord Commander. I’m older than you, so just call me brother.

"Yang Jun glared at the other person, then waved his hand for him to sit down.

The man responded and said, "I will call you Brother Yang from now on."

The person who came was Jiang Haitao, a senior guard, who was the one who forcibly took Yang Jun away yesterday.

"Brother Yang, I came here today to bring you something.

"

"what?"

Jiang Haitao took a key out of his pocket and tapped it on the table.

"The leaders have prepared a Welsh jeep for you, and here are the keys.

"

Hearing this, Yang Jun was stunned. He looked at the keys on the table and asked, "Why did you give me a Jeep?"

Jiang Haitao smiled and said confidently, "Why else? I know your bike is lost, so this is considered as a supply."

Yang Jun raised the corner of his mouth slightly, with a half-believing and half-doubting expression.

Do you think it is credible that a person who lost a bicycle was replaced with a jeep?

Seeing Yang Jun's doubts, Jiang Haitao quickly explained: "Brother Yang, although this jeep is given to you as compensation, it is also sent as a blessing from the leaders.

When you get married, you must not disappoint the good intentions of the leaders."

After hearing this, Yang Jun understood that this car was actually a gift from Yi Qiu Shui.

Jiang Haitao took out a small blue notebook from his pocket and handed it to Yang Jun, saying:

"Here are all the documents that prove this Jeep, Brother Yang, remember to keep them safe.

"

Yang Jun opened it and took a look. It turned out to be an early driving license, which clearly marked the brand and model of the Jeep. Even the information of the manufacturing plant was clearly visible. In the column for the owner of the certificate, his name was clearly written - Yang Jun.

The seniors had obviously considered everything carefully and understood that Yi Qiu Shui could not drive and that the vehicle would be driven by Yang Jun. They also took his face into consideration, so they used his name on the registration documents.

Yang Jun deeply felt the intentions of his predecessors and knew that at such a moment, he could not refuse their kindness.

For them, what they gave him was not just a jeep, but they were handing over Yi Qiu Shui, who was like their own daughter, to him, hoping that he would take good care of her.

After figuring it out, Yang Jun put away his keys and notebook and followed Jiang Haitao downstairs.

There were several cars parked downstairs, including the factory director's Hongqi sedan, the deputy director's Chrysler sedan, and some private cars of other factory leaders.

In the corner, you can see the eye-catching Willys Jeep at a glance.

This new Jeep looks so new that it seems like it just came out of the factory, and its body is shining in the sunlight.

It is a Shanghai Type 58 Jeep produced in China, modeled after the Willys design. The body is more spacious than the prototype, with six seats inside. The front windshield can be lowered, and the rear part is separated by green military cloth. There are only two front doors for entry and exit. If you want to go to the back row, you need to enter and exit from the co-pilot seat.

Yang Jun pushed open the car door and looked inside, finding that the interior of the car was clean and tidy, with green wool blankets covering the seats.

Jiang Haitao told him enviously: "This was specially approved by the commander to be shipped in overnight. There are less than 1,300 of this type of vehicle in the entire army, and many important generals are envious of it."

When Yang Jun heard the word "Jun", he immediately walked to the front of the car to confirm, and sure enough, the license plate began with "Jun".

This made his heart surge, this was not just an off-road vehicle with a license plate, a symbol of status and authority, as long as it was a car with the word "military" on it, except for very rare cases, it could pass through almost unimpeded.

The predecessors were really thoughtful. This car is not only a means of transportation, but also can help him avoid a lot of troubles.

Because Yang Jun had made many military achievements and was a retired soldier, they all believed that he would act properly.

Even if there are any troubles, it is not the turn of the older generation to deal with them.

He could hardly suppress his excitement and jumped into the jeep, eager to go for a ride.

He inserted the car key and started the engine instantly. He gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, reveling in the long-lost pleasure of driving.

Cars are not only used for commuting, but also bring endless enjoyment to drivers.

When he drives away from the factory gate, he only needs to honk the horn and the security guard will automatically open the gate. To them, the people driving are the leaders, and as long as they are leaders, they will be allowed to pass without obstruction.

As he passed the guard post, he honked his horn again to greet them, then sped off along the road, covering two kilometers in one breath.

Although the car has only 60 horsepower, the four-wheel drive system makes its power three times that of similar cars, with a maximum speed of 80 miles per hour. Although he cannot drive at full speed on the bumpy asphalt roads in Beijing, he still feels the joy of driving.

Although he had enjoyed a private car during his time in the army, the feeling now was completely different.

Because it is his property, it is naturally extraordinary to drive.

After sending Jiang Haitao to his destination, Yang Jun drove back to the courtyard alone.

As time approaches for Yi Qiu Shui's wedding, his worries gradually increase. The new house has been renovated, but it still needs to be cleaned, and the necessary furniture needs to be purchased, as well as the items needed for the wedding.

These things flooded into his mind, giving him a headache. He would be extremely busy in the days to come.

(The part about Jiang Haitao getting off the car is omitted here because there is no detailed plot description)

Problems encountered at work are left to Lao Wei, and Yang Jun has to take care of the chores at home personally.

Yang Jun kept in mind that tomorrow was the day to hand in the fresh meat, and he was still planning to find a proper place to store the meat.

Since starting to work at the steel plant, Yang Jun's work and rest schedule had become disrupted. He was either late or left early, or simply didn't come. This did not attract the attention of management to a large extent. After all, they all knew that he was working to prepare food and pork.

The factory manager was tolerant of him because of this, and even if he violated the rules occasionally, he was never held accountable.

However, Yang Jun did not feel guilty about this. How could a capable official always stay in the office? Deputy Director Li was the same. He often went out for social events and only showed up at the factory occasionally. Who would say anything bad about him?

His business success was the result of his connections at the dinner table - what orders did not come through his social network? Aren't all his achievements woven together by alcohol and laughter?

The same applies to Yang Jun.

If he hadn't gone out so frequently, would he have been able to get 70,000 kilograms of food?

Yang stepped into the street office.

Half an hour later, he went out holding the newly acquired warehouse key in one hand. This was a storage place with a low rent of fifteen yuan a month. He wanted to use it to store the pork that was about to be harvested and prepare to take it away with a group of people tomorrow.

Let’s go to the warehouse first. The space of about 400 square meters is enough to easily accommodate 50,000 kilograms of pork.

After tidying up the warehouse, Yang took out several green moisture-proof military blankets and spread them out for use.

After finishing everything, he locked the warehouse door and drove back to the courtyard.

The new house has been fully renovated. Lao Wu and his friends are cleaning up the last bit of debris. The house is littered with renovation waste.

He summoned Lao Wu to the courtyard, settled all the renovation costs including the black three-tile paving, and paid an additional 280 yuan as compensation.

After settling the final payment, the workers continued to busy themselves with the cleanup.

Before long, the yard was as clean as new.

The snow-white walls and ceiling make the room bright, while the gold tungsten floor looks noble and extraordinary.

After inspecting it, Yang Jun was very satisfied and announced that the decoration was completed.

Then he chatted with Lao Wu for a few words, and Lao Wu led his people away.

Next he went to the front yard to find his third aunt and asked her to help make curtains.

Aunt San is recognized as a skilled craftsman. She can sew anything, from sofas to curtains to bedding.

When the neighbors' children get married, they always ask her for help.

When she heard that Yang Jun wanted to make curtains, Aunt San immediately took a ruler and went to the backyard without any hesitation.

As the maid Yu Li had no job, she often helped her aunt with some trivial manual chores, which was also a way to supplement the family income.

Third Aunt measured the dimensions and Yu Li was responsible for writing down the measured values. Before long, all the curtain dimensions were measured and Yang Jun took them to the fabric store to purchase fabrics.

When they saw the jeep, Third Aunt and Yu Li were so surprised that they couldn't describe it. They took turns touching the car, exchanging glances, and marveling at the car in front of them.

However, Yang Jun did not comment, but just focused on driving silently. He knew that showing off his wealth at this time would undoubtedly make people feel artificial. He did not want to show off, so he kept a low profile.

Entering the fabric shop, Yang Jun selected two materials, one was a dark gray fabric with dark patterns, and the other was a translucent silk fabric.

Referring to the standard customs of later generations, he planned to make double-layer curtains: the outer layer is silk and the inner layer is gray, so as to achieve the effect of blocking light and maintaining privacy.

They felt distressed that such precious materials of Aunt San were going to be made into curtains, and they blamed Yang Jun.

Next, Yang Jun bought several silk quilt covers to make eight quilts. He kept four for himself and left the remaining four for Wang Yuying and the others.

To make a quilt, cotton is essential, and this is not a problem for Yang Jun. He had purchased cotton at the market that time, and after repeated purchases, his storage space has now accumulated a large amount of cotton.

Yang Jun then bought six pieces of colorful floral fabrics. His goal was to make several cotton-padded jackets for every member of the family to keep warm.

The total cost was eighty-seven yuan, which made the three aunts and the mother-in-law feel heartbroken, and the corners of their mouths couldn't help twitching.

Especially Yu Li, seeing Yang Jun taking out money without hesitation, reminded her of how Yan Licheng seemed extremely stingy when she got married. She couldn't help but sigh inwardly, thinking how happy she would have been if she had married Yang Jun at that time.

When he returned home, Yang Jun found Qin Huairu standing at the gate of the yard.

She didn't seem to be waiting for Sha Zhu, but rather seemed to be waiting for Yang Jun. However, due to the presence of the third aunt and Yu Li, she wanted to say something but stopped herself several times and found it difficult to start.

Yang Jun glanced at her and nodded as a greeting, then closed the car door and entered the backyard.

As the sun gradually faded in the evening, each household began to prepare dinner. He returned home to greet Wang Yuying and then drove to the factory.

He had promised his old leaders that he would pick up Yi Qiu Shui to and from get off work, so of course he couldn't break his promise.

After entering the factory, he did not return to the office, but drove straight to the staff infirmary.

In order to make it easier for workers to receive medical treatment, the infirmary was located in an unused house close to the office building. It has ample space and can accommodate multiple patients.

Yang Jun parked the car and walked unsteadily to the entrance.

There was already a line in front of the door, most of them were young men. They were chatting and laughing, with lively expressions. They didn't look like patients, and they seemed to be discussing something.

"I heard that there's a new beautiful doctor in the infirmary. She's not only very skilled, but also very pretty."

"Hey, you're here for that beauty too, right? I saw her this morning. Wow, she's as pretty as a fairy!"

"I heard that she doesn't have a boyfriend yet, so everyone should seize the opportunity."

Yang Jun listened for a moment and guessed that most of those people came for the beauty. According to his judgment, this "beauty" should be Yi Qiu Shui.

Yang Jun felt uncomfortable when he heard other men praising his wife, but as a man he could not get furious.

His experience of more than seventy years in past and present lives told him that he had a set of strategies to deal with such frivolous young people.

So, he spoke to the crowd and said, "Please make way, I'm here to pick up my wife from get off work."

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(“Please stand aside, I have to pick up my significant other from get off work.”

Yang Jun felt unhappy when he noticed the crowd gossiping about Yi Qiu Shui. He spoke to the crowd gathered at the door of the infirmary from a distance.

"Hey, brother, your excuse is too cliché. If you want to see beautiful girls, just line up." A young man in the front row of the crowd stopped Yang Jun, trying to prevent him from entering the house.

"That's right, there's always a first come first served principle." Someone next to him echoed dissatisfiedly.

At this time, Yi Qiu Shui was writing a prescription for a patient. Noticing the familiar conversation, her eyebrows raised slightly, and she recognized Yang Jun at a glance.

She pursed her lips slightly, her eyes full of resentment, and asked in a reproachful tone: "It took you so long to come?"