Siheyuan: Breaking up with Shazhu at the beginning

9

The number of pedestrians on the road gradually increased, and the thin layer of snow that originally covered the ground began to melt, and puddles could be seen everywhere.

However, the rain showed no signs of stopping, but instead became even more intense.

Passing by a breakfast shop, he took out an enamel pot in advance and asked for a bowl of salty soy milk to enjoy slowly.

Then he noticed that there was a shop selling pancakes at another window, and ordered seven at once, adding two eggs to each one, and also asked the workers to add half a spoonful of salty noodle sauce to each pancake.

When Yang Jun finished the first pancake and a bowl of soy milk, the remaining six pancakes were ready.

After taking the packaged pancake, he bought a bowl of soy milk, paid and left the breakfast shop.

Passing by an empty alley, he put a pancake that looked particularly big like an egg and the soy milk into the space.

He thought that in the future he would not have to order the same thing for breakfast repeatedly. He would only need to buy it once and rely on spatial replication in the future.

Just now he used the gap to observe the storage in the space - the two fried dough sticks and two large meat buns put into the space yesterday have now become four portions, and at this time tomorrow they will double to eight portions, and then... it will be enough to support the daily needs of a family.

As expected, when he returned home, Wang Yuying tortured his ears for another hour and a half.

However, his brothers and sisters enjoyed it very much, especially the youngest brother, who pestered him and kept calling him "big brother".

Under the bridge in front of the door, a group of ducks are swimming.

Count them, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

……

I am a happy yellow duck baby.

Looking at the satisfied smiling faces of the children, Yang Jun could only comfort himself: Okay, I will sacrifice a little for everyone's happy life.

...

The iron factory gave Yang Jun three days to handle his personal affairs, which gave him plenty of time to settle his family affairs before going to work.

Not long after, Lao Wu appeared with three men of similar age, pushing a cart loaded with tools, cement, sand and gravel.

The first step in renovating a house is, of course, the renovation of water and electricity.

In accordance with the hidden line design requirements proposed by Yang Jun, Lao Wu went back and asked the workers to dig trenches along the wire path, lay the cables and apply a layer of cement, and then began to plan the layout of the tap water and sewage pipelines.

Yang Jun has not yet negotiated with the street office about the sewage pipe issue, so they can only start digging the water pipe first.

The entire house has three large courtyards, front and back, each with a public pool and a shared water meter installed under the pool.

Each household shares the water supply cost based on the water meter count each month.

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Considering that Yang Jun's own water consumption will increase in the future, in order to avoid disputes, he plans to install the water meter by himself.

thirty

First, Yang Jun and Lao Wu determined the water pipe route, and after finishing the instructions, he returned to the old house alone.

With a pack of Daqianmen in his arms, he first went to the second uncle's house, handed out cigarettes, lit a fire, and frankly expressed the purpose of his visit. He apologized to them for the inconvenience caused because there were plans to renovate their home recently.

The second uncle was in a good mood. Yang Jun was the first one to think of looking for him, which showed his respect for him and his trust in him as a leader. So he waved his hand and said generously that he could just ask if he needed help.

Then Yang Jun visited the deaf old lady. At first they just chatted, but after he apologized again and again, the old lady did not make a clear statement. She just kept repeating "What are you talking about?" and "I can't hear you."

Yang Jun wasn't sure if she was really deaf or was just trying to show weakness. After all, the greeting meant they had reached a consensus: even if they disagreed, they couldn't stop the renovation.

After visiting every household, the neighbors all showed a sincere attitude towards the young man who had just returned from retirement. They said they did not mind the trouble brought by the renovation and encouraged him to act boldly.

After visiting the neighbors in the yard, Yang Jun said goodbye to Lao Wu and left alone.

...

Offices on the streets.

"Hello, old man, I have something to ask Director Wang.

"

Yang Jun respectfully handed the old doorman a cigarette and exchanged pleasantries.

The old doorman, wearing a faded military uniform and a military coat, was obviously a . He stared at the cloth bag held by Yang Jun with sharp eyes and asked cautiously:

"What can I do for Director Wang?"

"If I say I'm here to give Director Wang a gift, will you let me in?" Yang Jun took a step closer and whispered jokingly.

"Hmph!" The doorman snorted, blowing out smoke rings with a self-righteous attitude.

"Boy, are you trying to be smart with me?" The old man probably understood what he was thinking, but muttered to himself, "You can't choose a place to give a gift, unless you are stupid. Go in first.

"

“Thanks for the advice, old man.

"Yang Jun glanced at him, with a hint of a subtle smile on his face.

He is well aware of the complexity of personnel in the military. When it comes to gifts, the guards will usually refuse people of unknown origin. But the more formal the gift is, the more the guards will examine the meaning behind it.

The obvious gift meant that the person was of high status, so how could a small security guard dare to offend him? If any leader found out that the gift was missing, the security guard would be blamed.

His words achieved their purpose without losing respect. The older gatekeeper saw through his trick, but his words were more of a warning to others outside the gate, and Yang Jun did not expose this.

Yang Jun knocked on the door of Director Wang’s office at the street office.

"Come in!"

Open the door.

"Hello, Director Wang. Are you busy?" he greeted with a smile.

"Who are you?" Sitting behind the desk was a middle-aged woman, in her early forties, wearing a navy blue cotton coat, a red badge on her chest, and short hair, exuding an air of intelligence and competence.

"Director Wang, please take another good look at me.

Yang Jun took a step forward and said with a smile.

"You, you...you are Junzi! Yes, that's right! It's Junzi!" Director Wang called out in surprise, with surprise on his face.

Director Wang stood up from his seat, took Yang Jun's hand, and said with tears in his eyes, "You two really look like you were printed from the same template, otherwise I would never recognize you.

"

“Over the past decade, your mother must have suffered a lot while raising your sisters.

"When she mentioned the past, her eyes suddenly turned red and tears welled up in her eyes.

As the director of the subdistrict office, Wang Xuemei has a close personal relationship with her mother Wang Yuying. The two have a close relationship, like sisters.

Yang Jun and Aunt Wang’s son Li Jianguo were childhood playmates. The two families were very close and got along like one family.

Wang Xuemei gave special support to Wang Yuying's job of making matchboxes. After all, this job, which could bring in some pocket money to supplement the family, was extremely competitive and it would be difficult to get without special care.

Speaking of his late father, a trace of sadness flashed in Yang Jun's eyes. "When my father was seriously ill, I was on a heavy mission and couldn't make it back..." These words are full of his regrets.

At that time, he was carrying out a top-secret mission in Northeast China. Two months later, he received the news of his father's death. Due to the sensitivity of the mission, he was isolated for another half a year.

The subsequent busy work meant that he was unable to go home often.

He has been sending money back home over the years. Although the amount is meager, it is a way for him to make up for his sense of debt.

Wang Xuemei saw Yang Jun's expression, gently wiped away his tears, and said comfortingly: "Let the past be the past. Your mother came to tell me yesterday that you are going to transfer to work in our steel mill. This is good news."

"That's right, Aunt Wang. The organization arranged for me to go there so that I can spend more time with my family."

Hearing this, Wang Xuemei nodded with satisfaction.

"That's great. It's always good to be able to take care of the family more."

Seeing Wang Xuemei's pleased look, Yang changed the subject and asked about Brother Jianguo giving Wang Yuying a big fat grandson.

"I heard from your mother that Jianguo has brought you a little life. You already have three boys. Will you be able to afford it in the future? I'm afraid he will become a lonely man."

When talking about the newborn child, Wang Xuemei suddenly frowned.

"Hey, stop saying these discouraging words.

Although having three sons is indeed stressful, we have a complete family and life is full of fun.”

Despite her outward appearance of worry, Yang Jun noticed the hint of pride hiding in the corners of her mouth and knew that it was not real worry.

Nowadays, the number of children often indicates the prosperity of a family, and male children symbolize the backbone. Although three boys make life difficult, they are a symbol of bright hope.

"Aunt Wang, Uncle Li and Brother Jianguo, all three of them have jobs. Together with the nephews, it's no problem to support them. Even if we have three more, it will be enough to cope with it." Yang Jun comforted them half-jokingly.

Wang Xuemei laughed and said, "I am about the same age as your brother Jianguo. He already has three children, but your Aunt Wang is not married yet. How come she has become the object of your bragging?"

"Don't tease me with these things, old man. We are the same. Your adopted son is your biological son.

Right, my brothers."

"That's right, brothers." Yang Jun agreed with a wry smile.

Wang Xuemei suggested, "Let's go over and see our godsons some other day, and it'll also be a good opportunity to have a good chat with Jianguo.

You have been here for a long time. No one except Li Jianguo is as considerate as us. "

Yang Jun agreed: "Then it's settled. I'll come to see you guys after a while."

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Wang Xuemei led Yang Jun to the sofa and personally poured him tea.

Next, she rambled on about the trivial details of her mother's visit yesterday.

"Your mother came to me and said that you are not young anymore and asked me to help you find a partner." Looking at Yang Jun, her eyes were full of love as if she was looking at a child.

"It is our subdistrict office's responsibility to care about young people's marriage problems. In addition, given our family relationship, I, Aunt Wang, will do my best to introduce the best girl to you.

"She said, firmly stating her attitude.

However, Yang Jun seemed a little embarrassed, "...Don't worry, Aunt Wang, I don't have high expectations for this." He declined politely. Although he was nearly thirty years old, he had not met the right person yet.

Wang Xuemei's expression became serious when she heard this: "You are almost 30 years old, aren't you anxious? Look, Brother Jianguo is one or two years older than you, and he already has three sons."

Yang Jun was speechless about this.

At this time, Wang Xuemei immediately took out a stack of photos from the drawer and said directly: "Come on, pick a suitable one for yourself."

Taking the small bunch of old black-and-white photos, Yang Jun blushed with shyness instantly, and his mind suddenly recalled the plot of selecting concubines in the ancient palace - the scene where the emperor faced numerous portraits of palace maids and selected the beauties one by one.

Yang Jun's heart was surging at this moment, and he felt that the peak of his life seemed to have arrived in an instant.

As Yang Jun, there were brilliant moments, but also times of careful selection.

The girls in the photos have more similarities than differences. The gray-blue background does not show the youthfulness unique to girls. Maybe because she seldom takes photos, her expression in every photo appears serious and unsmiling, and she looks a little dull.

It is said among the people: "Marry a wise woman."

It is difficult to discern a person's true character just by looking at their photos, so we can only give priority to those with pleasing appearance.

Yang Jun looked through the photos one by one, but he didn't find the one he liked.

"You don't like any of them?" Wang Xuemei asked in surprise, looking at the dejected Yang Jun.

"These are all girls of clean backgrounds. How about...selecting them slowly?"

What Aunt Wang meant by a clean background actually referred to her family background.

Perhaps in that era, women from poor families were more likely to be considered suitable partners.

Because of this rebirth, family background is no longer a necessary condition for Yang Jun, and he doesn't want to face faces he doesn't like all day long because of this issue.

Now that God has given him a chance to start over, he wants to live his life to the fullest.

Life is like a fleeting arrow, so don’t be careless.

Yang Jun doesn't want to live a life full of compromises, where he even chooses a wife based on her appearance.

"Auntie Wang, there is no suitable candidate at the moment. There is no need to rush. We can look for one slowly." Yang Jun did not pretend to be modest and expressed his thoughts directly.

Wang Xuemei saw that Yang Jun really had no feelings for the girls in these photos, so she tried to ask:

"Junzi, you... don't like that type of people, do you?"

That kind of "type"?

Yang Jun understood instantly that Aunt Wang was referring to the kind of woman who was romantic and seeking love and ideals.

Girls like that are often considered to have inappropriate values. People believe that girls should be steady, dignified and modest.