Wang Xuemei led him to the sofa, poured another glass of water herself, and then began to nag again.

"Yesterday, your mother came to me and said that you are not young, let me introduce you to a partner." Wang Xuemei looked at Yang Jun in front of her, just like looking at her own child, with a distressed look.

"Caring about the personal problems of you older young people is the job of our street office, coupled with the friendship between our two families, you can rest assured, your aunt Wang will definitely introduce the best girl to you."

"No...... Don't worry, Aunt Wang, I'm not in a hurry. Yang Jun looked embarrassed.

"I'm about to be thirty, and I'm not in a hurry? Your brother Jianguo is as old as you, and he is a boy. Wang Xuemei suddenly sank her face and said angrily.

Yang Jun: "......"

Wang Xuemei didn't say a word, got up and returned to her desk, opened the drawer, and took out a stack of photos.

"Here, pick one."

Yang Jun looked at the dozens of black-and-white photos in his hand, and suddenly blushed, and couldn't help but think of the scene of the emperor's draft in the TV series, where the portraits of the show girls were placed in front of the emperor for selection.

Yang Jun was in a turbulent mood at the moment, feeling that his life had reached its peak in an instant.

My Yang Jun also has a glorious moment, and there is also a time to pick and choose.

The girl in the photo is much the same, the gray blue background does not show the youthful atmosphere of a girl of the age of flowers, as if the reason for rarely taking pictures, every time she takes a photo, she looks unsmiling, and the expression on her face looks a little dull.

As the saying goes: marry a wife and marry a virtuous man.

I can't see a person's character from the photos alone, so I can only choose the one with the best photos, Yang Jun looked through these photos and didn't find the girl he liked.

"Didn't fancy any of them?" Wang Xuemei looked at Yang Jun with a dejected look and asked in surprise.

"These are all girls from white families, or ...... Pick again? ”

The innocence of the family background in Aunt Wang's mouth refers to the family composition, and only those girls from poor families for generations can be regarded as a good match.

Yang Jun was reborn, and the ingredient problem was not a must-have for him, and he didn't want to face the face he didn't like all day long for the sake of the ingredient problem.

Since God has given him a chance to be born again, he has to live according to his own heart.

Life is short for decades, fleeting.

He didn't want to have too many things to do in his life.

Can't look at your face when you marry a daughter-in-law?

"Aunt Wang, there is no suitable one for the time being, this matter is not in a hurry, just look for it slowly in the future." Yang Jun was not hypocritical, and directly said his thoughts.

Wang Xuemei saw that Yang Jun was really not interested in the girls in these photos, so she tried to ask,

"Junzi, you...... Do you like that kind of girl? ”

What kind of tuning?

Yang Jun immediately understood that the tone in Aunt Wang's mouth was the meaning of emotion, referring to those girls who pursue love and ideals.

Often that kind of girl will be regarded as a person with a wrong outlook, thinking that a girl should be stable and dignified, modest and introverted, and a person who will live a life after marriage, but not the kind of person who is restless all day long.

"No, absolutely not." Yang Jun hurriedly denied it.

Although Yang Jun thinks that the "three views" are not as good as the "five senses" when choosing a mate, he doesn't dare to say it, at most he doesn't let Aunt Wang introduce the object, but once this word is about to get out, trouble will follow.

"It's good if you don't have it, Aunt Wang is afraid that you will think of something messy." Wang Xuemei's heart was put down.

"Since you haven't seen these girls, then Aunt Wang will give you another batch another day." Wang Xuemei patted Yang Jun's hand and comforted.

"Aunt Wang, this matter is not in a hurry, everything depends on fate."

Yang Jun and Wang Xuemei chatted about family life again, and when they left, they mentioned the matter of pipeline excavation, and Aunt Wang waved her hand to say that there was no problem, and she sent someone to coordinate in the afternoon.

When Yang Jun left, he left the two old hens in the snakeskin bag, and Wang Xuemei did not refuse, and personally sent him out of the door of the street office.

Passing by the street canteen, Yang Jun saw that there was no one around, took out a few enamel jars from the space, went in and ordered three dishes, one meat and two vegetables, and bought five catties of two noodles and wowotou, and went back to the courtyard.

There is a folk tradition that whether it is building a new house or decorating a house, the main family must take care of a meal at noon, and the meal can not be too good, but it must be full.

No matter how poor and calculating people are, they will not make a fuss about this meal, which is a matter of face, and it is also a question of whether the decoration workers work hard, and everyone has put their minds to this lunch.

Yang Jun ordered a fried green vegetables, a fried bean sprouts, and a braised pork, plus five catties of Erhe noodles and wowotou, which is not hearty.

When he returned to the backyard, Lao Wu and his men had already dug the trench of the water pipe, and the pipe had been laid and coated with cement.

At this moment, the sewage trench is being excavated, and several people have a clear division of labor, and at the moment they are hammering against the north wall.

If you want to connect the sewage pipe and the public toilet fertilizer pool behind the courtyard, you must dig a hole at the root of the back wall, but when the courtyard was built, all the "gold bricks" were used, which are strong and strong.

"Lao Wu and a few masters, let's eat something first and then do it."

Yang Jun brought tables and stools from home, and when he had set up the meal, he beckoned them to come over for dinner.

When the fifth child and his brothers heard this, they stopped what they were doing, went to the sink to wash their hands, returned to the table, and took a few glances at the food.

Several people looked at each other and nodded their heads in understanding, the family had nothing to say.

They are very satisfied with the food, especially the braised pork, which makes them salivate, renovate the houses for so many people, and have eaten hundreds of meals, who do you see who manages the rice and meat?

In these years, there is only a quota of two taels of meat tickets per person per month, and no one is willing to eat, so it is not easy to make up a meat dish for the New Year.

It's not that I haven't met the owner of the meat in the meal, but it's just a symbolic addition of a few pieces of meat to the dish, which can be regarded as a meat dish, like today's main house, a large enamel jar of braised pork, without two catties of meat can not be made.

After one meal, the meat ticket that the family had saved up for a year was gone.

The five people were gnawing on the wowotou and eating vegetarian dishes, and they refused to put chopsticks on the braised pork, but their eyes were staring at the braised pork.

The host family was generous and polite, and they couldn't help but pay attention to it, and under the greeting of Yang Jun, each person symbolically sandwiched a piece and never touched the braised pork again.

It is enough to taste the meat, and the rest of the meat is left for the people of the lord's family to satisfy their hunger.

Everyone is particular about people, and it is not good to do such a contemptuous thing.

Yang Jun looked at their refusal to eat meat, and without saying a word, he picked up the braised pork and divided a few pieces in each bowl.

"Dusensei is polite to me, can you still lay eggs with meat?" Yang Jun looked angry.

Lao Wu suddenly smiled like a chrysanthemum and said, "The master is angry, then we are welcome." ”

A few people said a few words modestly, let go of their hands and feet, and ate in large gulps.