Siheyuan: Domineering life

The so-called Mingshou actually means giving a living life to the dead.

Of course, the birthday here refers to the birthday of the deceased rather than the death anniversary.

However, some people consider the anniversary of death and birthday together, and choose the time in between to hold a birthday.

Yang Jun's father, Yang Gui, was like this.

Choose a compromise between the death anniversary and the birthday, and then celebrate the death anniversary.

Naturally, his mother Wang Yuying and uncle Wang Yuxian had to worry about these things, and Yang Jun didn't bother to worry about it.

However, he made a request, that is, not to do anything too grand.

What he meant was that it would be best to just sit down and have a meal as a family.

A person of his status should try to keep a low profile.

He didn't want to be spotted for this.

Of course, it doesn't matter if you target him. He has many ways to solve the problem, but he just doesn't want to do it.

This day is my father's birthday.

Yang Jun and his family got up before dawn.

Others can come later, but as a family, they must be the first there.

The children should go to school and practice martial arts. Yang Jun and his women must go.

Of course, his sisters are also going.

Early in the morning, there was a lot of noise outside the yard, with chirping sounds everywhere and the sound of car engines.

They all have their own drivers, so they don't need to take a bus at all.

Not only Yang Mei and the others are going, but Yang Jun's godsons and goddaughters are also going. Of course, those in the yard who came after hearing the news are also going.

There are no small things in Yang Jun's family, they are all big things in their eyes.

Since Yang Jun moved to Fengyuan, the exchanges between them have become less and less. If they don't communicate about this kind of thing, they may become farther and farther away from Yang Jun.

Listening to the commotion outside, Yang Jun also sighed.

We promised to be low-key, but why did we act like we were dressed up for a trip?

"We won't wait for them anymore, let's go first."

After Yang Jun talked to a few women, he got into three cars.

Then, a group of cars drove out of the farm, followed by the sound of a rush behind them.

When the people in Jiuyuan saw Yang Jun's car leaving, they suddenly panicked. They scrambled to get in the car and chased Yang Jun's car.

"Husband, do you want me to enter the ancestral hall later?"

Yi Qiushui, who was sitting in the back row, was stroking her slightly bulging belly with her hands, a worried expression on her face.

"It's all superstition..."

Yang Jun sighed halfway through.

He didn't have to believe it, but he couldn't stop others from believing it, especially his mother, Wang Yuying, who would scold Yi Qiushui like crazy if she saw Yi Qiushui entering the ancestral hall.

What's more, he didn't dare to joke about the child in Yi Qiushui's belly.

Sometimes, as people get older, they become less courageous.

The bigger you get, the more you fear losing.

To be on the safe side, Yang Jun had to change his words: "Old rule, you don't enter the ancestral hall."

"Looking back, you and Qingxiang are far away from each other. You, the daughter-in-law, have fulfilled your filial piety for your father-in-law."

Yi Qiushui breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

In fact, she was worried that Yang Jun would let her in.

However, she was more worried about her unborn child.

Compared to the safety of her children, she would rather not go in.

"Thanks husband."

There was a grateful look in Yi Qiushui's eyes.

Yang Jun sighed, held her hand and said, "Thank you for nothing, we are all one family."

Then, there was silence in the car.

None of them spoke.

In this way, in less than forty minutes, the car arrived at the ancestral hall.

According to the old rules, Yang Jun dropped off Yang Qingxiang and Yi Qiushui at the place where they played last time.

And leave enough security personnel for her before going to the ancestral hall.

When they arrived at the ancestral hall, before Yang Jun's car approached, he heard a harsh sound of suona.

Yang Jun frowned when he saw this.

To be honest, he didn't really like this instrument. It sounded like it was being blown away at any moment.

However, whether he likes it or not, he still has to endure it.

Mingshou is a festive festival, and it seems that there must be a musical instrument class for this.

Sun Zhaocai stepped forward and opened the car door, placing his hand on the door frame above Yang Jun's head.

Yang Jun sighed and got out of the car reluctantly.

"Jun'er, you're finally here. If you don't come again, I should call you."

The uncle took over Sun Zhaocai's job and opened the car door for Yang Jun himself.

He didn't feel embarrassed when his uncle served his nephew.

Judging from the joyful look on his face, he seemed to be very immersed in it.

Yang Jun raised his head and looked at the sky. The sky in the east was just white as a fish belly.

"Am I late?"

"No, no, I... ugh."

Uncle Wang Yuxian smiled and said: "It's not too late, but there are people from my hometown. Don't I want to see you earlier?"

"Is there someone coming from my hometown?" Yang Jun relaxed for a moment.

"Here he comes, he came the day before yesterday, I just didn't tell you." Wang Yuxian said with a smile.

When Yang Jun heard this, he glared at him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? How could you neglect them so much?"

Yang Jun was a little angry.

If someone from his hometown can come, it gives him face.

Since he was given face, he had to keep it.

This has nothing to do with your position. Often when faced with this kind of thing in the clan, no one really gives you this kind of face.

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he hurried towards the ancestral hall.

Looking at Yang Jun's back, Wang Yuxian also looked confused.

"Aren't I just busy with you? Why are you still blaming me?"

Of course, he didn't dare to let Yang Jun hear this, so he could only whisper in a low voice.

Arriving at the ancestral hall, Yang Jun saw many familiar figures standing scattered in the ancestral hall.

"Cousin."

Yang Jun called out and quickly stepped forward to say hello.

"Hey, Jun'er, here we come."

Uncle Yang Mingsheng, wrapped in his coat, strode over immediately.

"I'm sorry. You've been here for two days and still haven't told me. My uncle is also an unreliable person..."

"Hey, Jun'er, don't blame your uncle. I didn't let him tell you."

Yang Mingsheng said: "We are all idlers. Unlike you, we are busy with national affairs. We have a lot of time and can afford to wait."

"That can't be said..."

Yang Mingsheng didn't give Yang Jun a chance to continue and interrupted him.

"Okay, Jun'er, let's just let it go. Let's not talk about it anymore."

"Yes, yes, it's up to you."

In front of his family, Yang Jun really didn't dare to show off.

No matter how good you are, you can never lose your roots.

If you have a falling out with your old family, there really will be no place for you.

At this time, other people came over and were busy saying hello to Yang Jun.

"Cousin, Uncle Ming, eldest nephew, are you all here?"

Yang Jun said hello and dispersed the smoke.

He also didn't expect that so many people would come to his hometown for his father's birthday.

Yang Jun secretly counted, there were almost twenty people.

There were old people, middle-aged people, and children among them. It seemed that all the men from their hometown came over.

Yang Jun also knew that they came here for his own sake.

It is not easy for them to be farmers. Now is the busy time of farming, so they put down their work and come to participate in the funeral.

At this moment, Yang Jun secretly blamed his uncle for being a bit high-profile.

Afterwards, Yang Jun and his party went to the ancestral hall.

Yang Jun first offered three sticks of incense to his ancestors and then sat down.

"Uncle, is it almost time to harvest the wheat?" Yang Jun asked.

"Yeah, almost."

Uncle Yang Mingsheng wrapped his cigarette holder, pondered for a moment, and then said: "It will be ready in five days."

"Then...can we go back to harvest wheat in time?" Yang Jun asked worriedly.

"Hey, it's definitely too late, but put it down. Your aunt is at home. If that doesn't work, you can just spend money to hire someone."

"Hey, I'm really sorry to ask you to make a special trip."

"What do you mean by this? If your father doesn't invite our family to his birthday, who else do you want to invite?" Yang Mingsheng glared.

"Yes, yes, I definitely want to invite you."

Yang Jun glanced at the uncles and cousins ​​who came with him, and then said: "Thank you."

"Thank you, thank you, you're making a fool of yourself by saying that." Everyone said in unison.

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Cousin, how is the family's income?"

"It's not bad. You don't have to be hungry anyway. It's much better than before."

Yang Jun: "Cousin, what I mean is the income from the coal mine at home."

"Coal mine?"

Yang Mingsheng was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the tribesmen, and then said: "What coal mine, Junzi, are you kidding me? Our ancestors have been mud-legged for generations, where did the coal mine come from?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and then immediately understood what was going on.

He thought that Yang Anguo must have not told the clan members about the coal mine.

Before, he had promised that the proceeds from a coal mine would be used for the daily expenses of the clan, but Yang Anguo actually went against the plan and did not tell the clan members about it.

At this time, Yang Jun was a little angry.

However, in front of so many clan members, he couldn't bring hatred to Yang Anguo.

After all, Yang Anguo and he were the same grandfather, so he couldn't protect outsiders.

"Oh, that's it. I plan to use the proceeds from a coal mine to subsidize the family's daily expenses. However, it has not been implemented yet. However, don't worry, the door will be implemented soon." Yang Jun explained with a smile.

When Yang Mingsheng heard this, he glanced at the clansman.

They exchanged glances with each other and seemed to understand what was going on.

They were honest farmers and not fools, so they could naturally tell that something was wrong with Yang Jun's expression just now.

If the guess is correct, Yang Jun has already arranged this matter, but it has not been implemented.

They can also guess who the person responsible for implementing it is.

In this world, apart from the brothers Yang Anguo and Yang Anbang, there is no one else who can be protected by Yang Jun.

Moreover, Yang Anguo is famous in his hometown for opening coal mines. If your guess is correct, this person is Yang Anguo.

"Hey, Junzi, there's no need. The clan's expenses don't go that much, and we don't spend much money at ordinary times. It's just candles, incense, etc. We can just pool it together. There's really no need to allocate special money. ." Yang Mingsheng said.

"That's right, that's right. If you don't have much money, there's no need to allocate special funds." Other tribesmen agreed.

When Yang Jun heard this, he raised his hand to stop them.

"Cousin, uncles, in addition to using this money to buy incense and candles and repair the ancestral hall, it will be used to subsidize your family."

"I, Yang Jun, have mixed up, but I will not forget you. There are not many, but I can still get a mine."

After finishing speaking, he paused and then continued,
"I didn't think well about this matter, but don't worry, I will let someone put it into place as soon as my father's birthday is over."

Yang Mingsheng: "Jun'er, there's really no need..."

Yang Jun raised his hand and said: "Uncle, this matter is not negotiable, it's settled."

When everyone saw this, they had no choice but to stand up and thank him.

"Thank you, Junzi."

"Hey, it's me who should say I'm sorry." Yang Jun cupped his fists in shame.

At this time, he could also see that everyone knew about it.

Everyone didn't say anything, so it was considered as giving him face.

"Everyone, sit down first. I'll go outside and take a look." Yang Jun chatted for a while before leaving.

When he came out, his expression immediately changed.

"Is An Guo here? Tell him to come over and see me."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

But seeing Yang Jun's expression, he immediately knew something was wrong.

"Uncle An Guo is already here. I just saw him going to the cemetery in the back."

When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately walked towards the back of the ancestral hall.

Sun Zhaocai saw this and immediately followed him.

Come to the cemetery behind.

At this time, it was just dawn and there was still fog on the ground, so I couldn't see very far.

Apart from my father's lonely gravesite, there was no one to be seen.

At this time, he was so angry that he didn't even care about it and went straight into the fog.

After walking a few steps, I vaguely saw a vague figure in front of me.

Yang Jun walked over without thinking.

Sun Zhaocai stood behind him, looking at the fog in the sky, and then at the figure dangling in front of him, and was so frightened that he shivered.

However, seeing that Yang Jun was not afraid at all, he could only follow him.

"Yasukuni."

From far away, Yang Jun roared.

The figure in front heard the cry and swayed first.

He was about to turn around and run away, but Yang Jun caught up with him before he could take more than two steps.

"Why are you running? If you can run, can a monk run in a temple?"

Yang Jun caught him.

Seeing this, Yang Anguo knew that he couldn't escape today, so he turned back and smiled at Yang Jun,
"Brother, why is it you? I was thinking that you were walking in front, but why did you disappear all of a sudden?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he slapped him without saying a word.

"Snapped!"

A bloody slap mark immediately appeared on Yang Anguo's face.

"You still hang out with me, do you know why I slap you?"

Yang Anguo didn't dare to fight back and stood there with a bitter smile.

"Brother, I know."

When Yang Jun heard this, he slapped him again.

Suddenly, there was a blood-red slap mark on one side of Yang Anguo's face, which became symmetrical.

"It's good to know."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he slapped him again.

"Snapped!"

He was really hot this time.

It's not that he cares about the money, but that Yang Anguo shouldn't have treated him openly and secretly, causing him to lose face in front of his tribe.

"What do you think? Are you short of money? You even dare to embezzle family property." Yang Jun roared.

He was afraid that the people in front of him would hear him, so he pulled Yang Anguo's collar and walked deeper into the cemetery.

Fortunately, the cemetery is big enough, covering about ten acres.

If you speak on the other end, the people on the other side of the ancestral hall can't hear you at all.

"Brother, isn't this coal mine not profitable yet? I was thinking..."

"Snapped!"

Before Yang Anguo could finish speaking, he received another slap on the face.

"Still quibbling."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he kicked him to the ground, then punched and kicked him.

"I'll let you quibble, I'll let you quibble."

Yang Jun was very angry.

When you make a mistake, you must have an attitude of admitting it. He hates this kind of attitude of not repenting after making a mistake.

"Brother, I was wrong. I won't dare to do it again next time."

Yang Anguo immediately realized the seriousness of the matter and immediately begged for mercy.

"Haha, next time?"

Yang Jun gritted his teeth and kicked him again.

Yang Anguo let out a muffled groan, then lay on the ground with his teeth bared and groaning.

"There will be no next time." Yang Jun shouted.

"Brother, what do you mean?"

Hearing this, Yang Anguo realized something was wrong, raised his head and asked in horror.

"That's literally what it means."

Yang Jun put his hands on his hips and gasped: "I'll sort out the work at hand in the next two days and wait for my people to take over."

"Brother, don't be like this. Can't I change it?" Yang Anguo begged, holding his leg.

Yang Jun kicked his hand away and said, "I've given you a chance, but you didn't take advantage of it."

After finishing speaking, he said earnestly: "Anguo, don't blame me for doing this. If you want to blame me, blame yourself for not living up to expectations."

"It's not that I didn't know about the little tricks you usually do behind my back. I just turned a blind eye. The reason why I didn't expose you is because I still miss the brotherhood between us."

"but……"

At this point, Yang Jun became angry and kicked him again.

"But, you went too far this time and dared to embezzle the Mo clan's property."

After speaking, Yang Jun shook his head and looked at him with disappointment.

After waiting for a long time, Yang Anguo didn't beg for mercy, but instead heard a cry.

Yang Jun looked down.

Yang Anguo was sitting on the ground wiping away tears.

"Brother, when things have come to this point, I don't want to ask for your forgiveness. I...I don't have the shame to ask for your forgiveness. I also know that what I did this time was a bit too much."

"Actually, I have been worried about this before I came here. I thought I would implement it immediately after my uncle's death has passed. I didn't expect you to know about it before me."

"Of course, I know it's useless to say this now. As long as it's the first time, you won't trust me again."

"Brother, I don't want to make excuses for my mistakes. I just ask you, can you give me another chance for the sake of my years with you and our brotherhood?"

After saying that, Yang Anguo changed from sitting to kneeling and looked at Yang Jun hopefully.

When Yang Jun saw this, he felt sad.

At this moment, the anger in his heart had dissipated a lot, and he was no longer as angry as before.

Thinking that Yang Anguo had been loyal to him before, he suddenly felt a little soft-hearted.

"That's all."

Yang Jun waved his hand and said feebly: "Just as you said, I'll give you another chance."

"Thank you, brother..."

"However, you are only responsible for managing the coal mine. I will send someone to take charge of the financial affairs in the future, so you don't have to interfere."

When Yang Anguo heard this, his face suddenly turned gloomy.

However, seeing Yang Jun's determined look, he also knew that the matter was irreversible.

"Yes, brother."

When Yang Jun heard this, he turned around and left.

"Get out of here while it's still dark, don't let anyone see you like this."

Yang Jun didn't want him to appear in front of everyone.

One is because he is afraid that his tribe will think too much, and the other is to protect Yang Anguo.

Yang Jun came out of the cemetery, his body already wet.

The fog was so heavy that water kept dripping from his hair.

Yang Jun rubbed the dew on his forehead with his hand, and it got all over his hands.

He looked back at Sun Zhaocai.

"Take off your clothes."

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he subconsciously crossed his arms.

Then, he looked constipated.

"Uncle Yang, isn't this good? I don't have that hobby."

When Yang Jun heard this, he gave him a big blow.

"What are you thinking about? I use it to wipe my head."

"what?"

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he smiled bitterly.

"Uncle Yang, this is what I'm wearing. You can't leave me naked."

"Can you take it off?"

Just when Sun Zhaocai was about to compromise, a man came over.

"Cousin, use this."

Yang Jun looked back and saw that it was Wang Huizhen.

"Oh, it turns out to be my cousin."

After saying that, he took the dry towel in her hand and started wiping it.

Today is the day when Yang Jun's father celebrates his birthday, and all his uncle's family stay to help.

Yang Jun wiped it a few times and then returned the towel to her.

"How did you know I was here?"

Wang Huizhen smiled and said: "I just saw my cousin going to the back. The fog is so heavy today. I thought you would need it when you come out, so I waited here specially."

"Hey, you are interested." Yang Jun said.

"When it comes to thanking you, I should be the one thanking my cousin."

Seeing Yang Jun's confused look, Wang Huizhen blushed and said, "If it weren't for...my cousin helping me pay off my debt, we don't know when our family will be over."

"Oh, so that's what you were talking about."

Yang Jun waved his hand and said, "We are a family, so we should help."

"Yes, no matter what, we all have the same blood in our bodies. We have broken bones and connected tendons. I... wrongly blamed my cousin before. I am here to apologize to you today."

After saying that, he bent over to express his gratitude.

"Okay, okay, we are all a family, there is no need for this."

Yang Jun helped him across the empty space.

"By the way, cousin, I haven't thanked you yet."

"Thank me?"

Yang Jun pointed to the ancestral hall and said, "Thanks to you and my cousin-in-law for helping me with Mingshou."

Wang Huizhen smiled and said: "Cousin, we should do these things. Compared to what you helped us, these are really nothing."

"Uncle and aunt have worked hard too."

"It's all as it should be."

Then, there was silence.

The two stood there, not knowing what to say.

It was also the first time that Yang Jun felt so embarrassed.

I usually go far away from my cousins ​​and have almost no interactions with them.

When meeting, you should be polite and speak dry words.

After talking, isn’t it just lonely?

"By the way, cousin, look at my brain, I almost forgot about business." Wang Huizhen suddenly slapped her head and said.

"What's going on?" Yang Jun asked.

"My aunt told me to look for her immediately when you come."

"Um...do you know what's going on?" Yang Jun asked.

To be honest, Yang Jun was really afraid of meeting Wang Yuying, for fear that she would cause trouble.

"I do not know either."

Wang Huizhen shook her head and said, "Auntie just told me to go find her immediately."

Yang Jun nodded after hearing this.

"Okay, I see."

Afterwards, the two of them exchanged some polite words, and then Yang Jun walked towards the side room. (End of chapter)