Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 821

In the past few days, the alley where Yang Jun's house is located has begun to be demolished.

People living in this alley began to move out one after another, and Yang Jun was no exception. He planned to move to another courtyard first.

Yang Jun doesn't have many other properties, but he has many courtyard houses. According to incomplete statistics, he now owns at least more than 300 courtyard houses.

He has bought these courtyards one after another over the years. Especially after the policy was liberalized, he spared no effort to acquire courtyard houses.

For those who didn't want to live in large courtyards, Yang Jun bought their houses at a high price and saved up little by little to build these hundreds of courtyard houses.

The noise of the demolition was a bit loud, and the noise made people uneasy. Originally, Yang Jun wanted to live in a courtyard, but after two days he couldn't stand it anymore. The noise was a bit loud, and he couldn't lie down properly. .

So I packed up my things and took my family to another house that had been renovated.

Yang Anguo and Ma Juzi did not have any extra houses, so they temporarily stayed in Yang Jun's house.

Of course, only Yang Jun's three-in-one courtyard house in that alley will not be demolished, and all the other houses will be demolished.

There were several relatively good courtyard houses among them, but Yang Jun demolished them anyway.

Apart from being valuable, he didn't feel that the courtyard was more comfortable than the houses of later generations, especially the ladders, steps, thresholds, etc. in the courtyard, which made it very inconvenient to get in and out.

He wants to build a house that integrates a manor and a villa complex. It has a courtyard, modern architecture, a combination of Chinese and Western styles, gardens, elegant pavilions, etc., in order to create the atmosphere of a village in the city.

Unlike in later generations, where alleys are next to alleys, doors are next to doors, and a dozen or more families are crowded into a room of only a few dozen square meters. He wants to create a quiet area in the busy city.

As for destroying the ancient courtyard buildings?

Ha ha!

Have you not seen that in the entire Sijiu City, apart from the areas around Hongqiangzi that are not subject to demolition, other places are undergoing demolition in full swing.

Demolition has even become the mainstream life in Sijiu City.

……

Before we knew it, spring passed and the hottest summer of [-] came again.

Yang Jun walked around the unit and came back, then got into the air-conditioned room and lay down.

Today's air conditioners are not as effective as those of later generations. After turning on the air conditioner for two hours, the room is still a bit stuffy.

Nalan Qingmeng sat next to Yang Jun with a large bowl of washed grapes in his hand, and kept feeding Yang Jun.

Yang Jun put his hands behind his head, squinting his eyes slightly, looking at her slightly bulging belly, with a smile on his lips.

"That's enough, I won't be able to eat anymore tonight."

Yang Jun stopped her from continuing to feed.

I ate too many grapes and my teeth were a bit sore. When I talked, I felt like those teeth no longer belonged to me.

Nalan Qingmeng looked at him with an irritated look, then peeled off the grapes in her hands and stuffed them into his mouth.

"The last one."

Yang Jun opened his mouth and swallowed the grapes directly, almost choking.

"Should you go for a pregnancy test tomorrow?" Yang Jun asked.

Among the women, he didn't go with him for a pregnancy check-up.

It's not that he doesn't want to go, it's just that it's inconvenient to go. He is a well-known figure. It would be troublesome if he was recognized in the hospital. Nalan Qingmeng and the others also understood Yang Jun's difficulties and never asked him to accompany him. Pregnancy test.

"You are so forgetful. I just had a physical examination yesterday, and the next one will be in a month."

Nalan Qingmeng stuffed another peeled grape into his mouth and wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief.

Yang Jun slapped his head and said angrily: "Look at my memory."

"Could it be that I'm really old?"

Nalan Qingmeng said angrily: "You can pull this off, you are getting younger and younger as you live, but I, a young lady, have become blond with age."

After saying that, he sighed and then touched his face with his hands.

Nalan Qingmeng is only 29 years old this year, which is the best time for women. In future generations, women of this age are not yet married. Yang Jun, on the other hand, is 11 years older than him, but they look like they have just been married. Little lovers.

Yang Jun's age will always remain as old as when he traveled back in time. Even if he lives another 100 years, he will still look 30 years old.

Only a few women, Yi Qiushui and Nalan Qingmeng, knew that Yang Jun was still as powerful as before. If there weren't so many women around him, I'm afraid no woman would be able to stand his torment every day.

"You don't look old. It would be great if you could stay young forever." Yang Jun murmured to himself.

It would be nice if they all stayed the way they were now, so he wouldn't seem lonely.

"Yeah, I thought so too."

Nalan Qingmeng continued to stuff grapes into his mouth: "I heard that there is a skin care product abroad that can delay aging. Is it true or not?"

"Haha, they are all chemical synthesis. Wouldn't you, a highly educated person, know whether they can delay aging?" Yang Jun said with a smile.

"Well, women's fear of aging is inconsistent with scientific knowledge. No woman wants to grow old. I know that's unrealistic, but you can't stop a woman's love for beauty." Nalan Qingmeng said with a smile.

"Hey, you women are really strange creatures." Yang Jun sighed.

Women like to dream, and they don’t like others to wake her up when they are dreaming. In fact, they all know in their hearts that there is no immortality in this world, but they always pursue it endlessly.

"Lao Yang, after giving birth to this child, I will give you another one."

Nalan Qingmeng gently stroked his lower abdomen with his hand.

"It's not easy for you to raise so many children by yourself. Life is only a few autumns, so why live so hard."

Yang Jun didn't care at all about passing on the family line. He could even understand those DINK families who were born to suffer. Just like middle-aged and elderly people often sigh and recall the beautiful life of childhood. In fact, to put it bluntly, they are all tired. , so tired that sometimes I lose my temper for no reason, and even suddenly at that moment I suddenly realize and think of relief.

People are like that.

Isn’t it good to live happily, happily, and unrestrainedly for the rest of your life? Why do you suffer all kinds of sins when you are born?

Yang Jun couldn't understand why those people kept pursuing it when they already had everything.

When Nalan Qingmeng heard this, a look of sadness suddenly appeared on his face.

"Lao Yang, children from single-parent families have low self-esteem. I don't want my child to be such a person in the future. He is already lonely. I just want him to have more warmth."

When Yang Jun heard this, his heart felt inexplicably painful.

He didn't expect that Nalan Qingmeng would think so far and even consider the future. It really fulfilled that sentence, women are weak by nature, but mothers are strong.

"Okay, it's up to you, let's have another child."

What else could Yang Jun say, he could only try his best to meet her request.

"Thank you, Old Yang."

Nalan Qingmeng's eyes were red and she buried her head deeply in Yang Jun's arms.

The two were tender for a while, and then hugged each other without speaking.

I really hope that time will freeze at this moment forever. That warm picture and that warm embrace make people reluctant to leave.

"By the way, Lao Yang, Sister Yani will be back next month."

"Well, after the company's affairs are arranged, she will return to the mainland to raise the baby." Yang Jun said.

"Sister Yani said that when she comes back, she will live with me. From now on, we sisters can keep each other company."

When Nalan Qingmeng spoke, his face was filled with a happy smile.

Yang Jun heard this and shook his head.

Women are really strange creatures, especially with such an embarrassing identity.

In ancient times, people like them who were concubines would have been at odds with each other for a long time. They would never give up until they fought to the death. Look at the two of them. They are like sisters. There is no barrier between them.

"Isn't it convenient for you two to live together?" Yang Jun asked.

Nalan Qingmeng rolled her eyes and curled her lips into a smile.

"What's the inconvenience? I'm afraid you'll be happy already."

"No, I'm worried about my bad waist. If you two team up to bully me, I alone am no match for you."

"Lao Yang, you are so annoying."

Nalan Qingmeng punched him with her little pink fist, and then said coquettishly: "If you say that, then we should live separately."

"No, no, no, you two should live together. I just like being bullied by you guys together, haha."

"Hate……"

Then, the two people's unbridled laughter could be heard in the room.

……

In the past, Yang Jun always complained that he was too busy and didn't have enough time.

Now, every day he just lies down and fights landlords with several of his women. There is nothing else to do in the work, except socializing with others, there is nothing to do.

In order to pass the time, he deliberately learned fishing from others.

On this day, Yang Jun took all his equipment and went fishing at the North Sea.

Although Beihai is now a park, fishing is not prohibited.

This is also a place for leisure and entertainment, with a large flow of people. Apart from the young people with green faces who come to the park for dates, the most popular ones are the college students who come to study in Sijiucheng.

Of course, there are many people fishing, but they are all old men in their 60s, [-]s or older who have retired. There are almost no people as old as Yang Jun.

"Uncle, there is no one there, let's put the stall there."

As a security guard, how could Luo Xiaojun be without him when traveling.

This guy was carrying fishing gear, a deck chair, a box, a bucket, and so on. He was already exhausted. At this time, he saw an empty seat there, so he suggested that Yang Jun go over.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

"You've never caught a fish before."

"If there are fish there, is it our turn?"

There are fishermen everywhere along the North Sea, but there is no one in that open space. You can tell at a glance that the water there is cheap, and the fish will definitely not go to that place.

Luo Xiaojun looked at other places and felt that it was beneath Yang Jun's status to be crowded together with others. Moreover, the place was cramped and there was no room for a recliner.

"Uncle Master, you are not a fisherman anyway, so you can lie down wherever you go. You see the place is spacious..."

Before Luo Xiaojun finished speaking, Yang Jun was irritated.

"What did you say? Can you say it again if you have the ability?"

"You can doubt my fishing skills, but you can't doubt my determination to fish..."

As Yang Jun spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller.

"However, what you said makes sense. You can lie down wherever you go. This place is spacious enough and can even accommodate a recliner."

"Okay, this is it."

Yang Jun waved his hand.

When Luo Xiaojun and the other guards heard this, they tried hard not to laugh out loud.

Those who know Yang Jun best are the people who get along with him day and night. It is true that Yang Jun fishes, but it is true that he spends time.

Even if the fish takes the bait, he doesn't bother to lift the rod.

In Yang Jun's words, what he is fishing for is not fish, but loneliness.

"Smile? Smile again. Do you believe I will let you fish in the river?" Yang Jun laughed and cursed.

When Luo Xiaojun and others heard this, they couldn't help laughing anymore.

Several people were not afraid, knowing that Yang Jun would not be angry.

Yang Jun glared at them, and Luo Xiaojun and the others quickly opened the stall.

Some have deck chairs, some make nests, some have fishing rods, and some have a small table next to them with various fruit snacks on the table.

Those who knew it were here for fishing, but those who didn’t know it thought they were here for vacation.

Soon, the people around them began to notice their side. Many people pointed at them and laughed from time to time.

Yang Jun didn't bother to pay attention to them. He wasn't fishing anyway, no matter the flood.

"Uncle, it's all right."

Luo Xiaojun handed him the baited fishing rod and pointed to the place where he had just made a nest.

Yang Jun was not in a hurry to take it, but put on a straw hat, swung the fishing rod, sat on the recliner, and then lay back.

Fishing is all about atmosphere, no matter how skilled you are, but it must be pompous. As for whether you can catch fish next, it depends on God’s will.

Unknowingly, Yang Jun fell asleep and snored slightly.

"Uncle Master, the fish is hooked."

At this time, there were ripples in his sleep, and Luo Xiaojun quickly reminded him in a low voice.

"Where's it, where's it."

Yang Jun shouted in confusion.

A large halo of water dispersed on the water surface, and then it became calm.

"I was scared away by you." Luo Xiaojun said dejectedly.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes and lay down on the wicker chair.

"Next time the situation is true, report it to me. Don't be surprised." "Yes, uncle."

Luo Xiaojun secretly rolled his eyes, speechless in his heart.

There is no way to fish like this. Fishing is all about adapting to circumstances. If you fish like this, you won’t be able to catch one fish in a day.

After a while, Yang Jun heard a roar again.

At this time, the fishing rod moved.

Luo Xiaojun was just about to call Yang Jun, but saw Yang Jun sleeping soundly, so he thought about it and let it go.

In less than two seconds, the fish swallowed the bait and ran away.

The rod didn't move for the next two hours.

It was approaching noon, the weather was getting hotter and hotter, and Yang Jun soon woke up from the heat.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he took a piece of watermelon from the table next to him and started eating it.

Seeing that there was no movement from the fishing rod, he asked, "Hasn't the fish taken the bait yet?"

"No!"

Luo Xiaojun blushed and replied angrily.

If you hesitate even a little bit, Yang Jun will definitely see the flaw.

"How long have I slept?"

"More than two hours."

Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this, and then gave him a big blow.

"Are you stupid? It's been more than two hours, and the bait has been eaten long ago. Why are you still catching a crappy fish?"

Luo Xiaojun felt funny when he heard this.

You all know that the bait is swallowed, can we not know?
If we hadn't seen you sleeping so soundly, would we not have called you?
"Uncle Master, you are not fishing anyway. It doesn't matter whether you catch or not." Luo Xiaojun muttered.

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment.

"That's right, then...slice some more watermelon for me."

When Luo Xiaojun heard this, he quickly cut another piece of watermelon for him.

Yang Jun finished two slices of watermelon and felt much cooler. When he reached out to pick it up again, he found that it was gone.

Looking back, I saw Sun Zhaocai squatting there holding the remaining watermelon and munching on it.

He is almost [-] years old, but he still looks like a child when eating, with watermelon juice everywhere on his face and body.

"Lucky, come here."

All the fruit snacks he brought went into this guy's belly.

"Uncle Yang, what's the matter?"

Sun Zhaocai finished the remaining watermelon in three mouthfuls, then wiped his mouth and ran over.

"I heard that you yelled at your child again yesterday?"

Yang Jun wanted to educate him, so he had to find a suitable excuse.

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, a wry smile suddenly appeared on his face.

As expected, he is a biological uncle, and he always asks about the child.

"Uncle Yang, I know I ate your watermelon. If you want to fight me, go ahead."

After saying that, he stood directly next to him.

When Yang Jun heard this, it was hard to take action directly.

"I'm talking about children, why are you mentioning watermelon to me?"

Sun Zhaocai chuckled and said: "Uncle Yang, after following you for so many years, I still don't understand your temper. Let's not be pretentious, just be direct. If you are angry, just kick me in the foot. It doesn't matter."

When everyone heard this, they all couldn't help laughing.

Luo Xiaojun and the others laughed so hard that they couldn't stand upright.

Not to mention Sun Zhaocai, even Luo Xiaojun and the others could see that Yang Jun was deliberately looking for trouble and wanted to teach him a lesson.

They all have been with Yang Jun for almost ten years, and they understand his character better than themselves.

"Uncle Master, this guy is thick-skinned. It's okay to kick him." Luo Xiaojun said with a smile.

Yang Jun said angrily: "I told you about watermelon, but you..."

"Okay, give me a kick."

There's no point in quibbling any more, these guys know themselves too well.

"Order!"

Luo Xiaojun shouted, then spit into the palm of his hand and rubbed it.

"To attract wealth, my uncle asked me to kick this. Don't bear any grudge against me."

These two guys are a pair of happy enemies, and they bicker whenever they meet.

Luo Xiaojun was very eloquent and was speechless every time he spoke to Sun Zhaocai. But as for Sun Zhaocai, he could not defeat Luo Xiaojun due to his good skills, but he believed in one principle: if you can do it, don't force him.

"Hmph, think carefully before taking action. There will be a time when you fall into my hands."

Sun Zhaocai is so domineering.

If Yang Jun kicked him, he would accept it willingly without saying a word. If someone else kicked him, he would definitely come back with revenge.

Luo Xiaojun wasn't afraid of him either. After all, they were together every day, and he wasn't afraid of what Sun Zhaocai could do to him.

"Pooh!"

Luo Xiaojun roared and then kicked him over.

Sun Zhaocai only swayed slightly, but he took two steps back due to the rebound.

"I still don't believe it."

Luo Xiaojun took two steps back, took a running start, and kicked him over.

Sun Zhaocai ducked out of the way, and Luo Xiaojun fell to the ground like a dog.

"Erhan, who told you to hide here?"

Luo Xiaojun said, covering his butt.

Sun Zhaocai rolled his eyes: "Are you blaming me?"

"you……"

Luo Xiaojun wanted to say more, but was stopped by Yang Jun.

"That's enough. I don't have to worry about others laughing at me if I make a fuss here."

After hearing this, the two people stepped aside angrily.

"Little Army."

"Uncle Master, what's wrong?"

Yang Jun looked at the empty bucket next to him with a frown, and said worriedly: "You think it's shameful for me to just go back like this?"

When Luo Xiaojun heard this, he grinned and wanted to laugh.

But seeing Yang Jun's cannibalistic eyes, he immediately put back the smile he was about to show.

"How about I ask Er Fool to go down and touch a few of them?"

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

This is a park, with people coming and going, so what's the point of fishing in the water?

"How about I go to the side and buy two?"

There were a few old men fishing next to them, and it looked like they had quite a harvest.

Yang Jun was a little moved, but after thinking about it, he decided not to do it.

You've made such a big fuss, you've got lounge chairs, watermelon snacks, and people waiting on you. Why don't you get laughed at?

"Think of another way."

Yang Jun felt that both methods were inappropriate.

"Uncle Master, we're not really here to fish, so why bother with this."

"roll."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

"Stay away from me, you don't have the spirit of a fisherman at all."

Luo Xiaojun smiled awkwardly and then stepped aside.

Yang Jun hung up the bait again, threw the hook into the water, and then stared at the hook intently.

This time he was going to be serious, he didn't believe he couldn't catch it.

After a while, there were ripples in the water.

"Uncle, yes, yes."

Luo Xiaojun reminded.

Yang Jun quickly raised the pole.

"Haha, I can finally go back to work."

However, when the fishhook was pulled up, everyone covered their mouths and laughed.

No fish was caught, but a toad was caught.

"Little Army."

"Well, uncle."

Yang Jun looked helpless and said: "We are not considered an air force anymore, are we?"

"No, absolutely not."

"Uncle, being able to catch a toad is considered a real skill. Look at those old men who know how to catch toads besides fishing."

Yang Jun scratched his head, thinking about it.

Not everyone can catch a toad.

"That's right. It shows that your uncle and I are quite talented at catching... toads."

"Uncle Master, that's necessary."

The master and apprentice laughed.

"We are not in the Air Force today, so we can go back and do business." Yang Jun said.

"That's it, that's it, we can go back and do business."

"Go, go home."

Then, Yang Jun left with his hands behind his back.

Luo Xiaojun and the others were in a hurry, putting away lounge chairs, fishing rods, tables, buckets...

……

When I got home, I found that everyone in my family was there.

Since moving here, Wang Yuying, Lao Wu Lao Si and the others have lived together again.

Today is Sunday, everyone is idle at home.

Yang Jun turned around and found Sun Zhaodi.

"Zhao Di, where is your godmother?"

Hearing this, Sun Zhaodi glanced at the people around her, and then whispered: "My godmother just came back from the hospital, and she is lying in the house now."

Yang Jun was startled when he heard this.

"Is your godmother sick?"

Sun Zhaodi shook his head.

"My godmother has gone to that place."

"Which one is that?" Yang Jun was stunned.

"That's it."

Sun Zhaodi's face was very red and she said coquettishly: "Godfather, if you want to know, go back and ask your godmother yourself."

After saying that, he ran away shyly.

"Which one is it?"

Yang Jun was left alone at the scene, messy in the wind.

(End of this chapter)