The next day.

Yang Jun went to the street with his hands behind his back in the morning.

Now that it's hot, he's too lazy to exercise.

I turned three streets and had breakfast at a snack shop.

After coming out, he packed a pound of fritters and went home.

In fact, there is no shortage of this thing at home, but Yang Jun likes the feeling of buying breakfast from outside and coming home.

To be honest, the breakfast at home is much stronger than outside.

Any kind of breakfast can be made, and it is much better than what is made outside, but other people's food is always more fragrant than your own.

The cooks who came out of the state guesthouse at home are also envious of other people's meals.

Just like a married person, even if you have a fairy-like wife at home, you always feel that other women are more beautiful.

People are this kind of curiosity-hunting psychology, and what is unknown and never has is the best.

Yang Jun had a cigarette in his mouth and walked towards Pengyuan with a bundle of fritters.

He was followed by Sun Zhaocai and Ding Erzhu.

These two goods are wearing vests and big trousers, and slippers are scattered under their feet, looking like scoundrels.

While eating fried dough sticks, the two followed behind Yang Jun not far away.

When he came to the gate, Yang Jun suddenly found a person nesting under the wall at the door.

The man was dressed like a beggar, sloppy, pale, weak, and lying at the base of the wall.

His appearance of more air and less air intake makes people feel like they will hang up after touching it.

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the doorman at the door.

The doorman gestured at him, and then Yang Jun immediately knew who this person was.

He didn't know what method Yang Mingxuan used, and ran back over and over again.

In the absence of money, and still sick, he can still return to Sijiu City in such a short time.

With this ability, Yang Jun had to look at him twice.

Yang Jun lit a cigarette and looked at Yang Mingxuan in front of him curiously.

"What do you see, believe it or not, I rely on you?"

Yang Mingxuan saw that someone was looking at him, and immediately waved his hand impatiently.

When Yang Jun heard this, his eyes suddenly flashed brightly.

Not to mention, the voice is loud and confident, and there is no uremia at all.

When Yang Jun heard this, he was not angry, and squatted down directly next to him.

He took out his cigarette, pulled out one and handed it to him.

"Got one?"

Yang Mingxuan rolled his eyelids, and then his gaze fell on the fritters in Yang Jun's hand.

"If you have the heart, you can have one, right?"

When it was over, he added, "I haven't eaten in two days."

When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately became interested.

He threw away the cigarette, then pulled out a fluffy fritter and handed it over.

When the man saw it, he immediately came to his senses.

I got up straight from the ground, grabbed the fritters, and ate them in a big gulp.

He didn't care about the sludge on his hands, and he devoured it without any image.

You can see that he is indeed hungry.

"One more."

In less than a few breaths, a fritter was made by him.

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, but still pulled out another one for him.

"I said, brother, how did you get to this point?" Yang Jun asked for a long time.

Yang Mingxuan is in his forties and less than fifty years old, probably because he was born in the countryside, and he looks like he is a generation older than Yang Jun.

It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a generation older.

If you talk about it from Yang Qingxiang's side, Yang Jun has to call him uncle.

However, it is obvious that Yang Mingxuan does not know Yang Jun.

Yang Jun is sloppy and wears slippers, giving people a very ordinary feeling.

"What

Look down on me?"

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, then smiled.

It's all like this, and the heart is still so high.

"I'll tell you, don't look at me as Guan Yu walking through Maicheng now, but it won't be long before I can eat and drink spicy food."

"Oh, why do you say that?" Yang Jun asked curiously.

Yang Mingxuan stuffed the remaining fritters into his mouth and pointed to the door behind him.

"See, my niece lives here, do you think I can go on forever?"

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

Then, a sense of anger welled up in my heart.

This is treating him like a cash cow.

No wonder he said this with confidence, it turned out that he was ready to make a fool of himself.

Fortunately, Yang Mingxuan didn't know who he was.

Yang Jun pondered for a moment, and then said with a smile: "That's right, this family is rich at first glance, and it must be no worse than those two jujubes."

After speaking, Yang Jun pretended to be ignorant again.

"You say your niece is so rich, so why don't you go in?" Yang Jun asked knowingly.

"Hmph, don't mention it."

When Yang Mingxuan heard this, he snorted angrily.

Without Yang Jun's consent, he directly pulled out another fritter and ate it.

"Little brother, don't hide it, my niece has lost her father since she was a child, and it was I, the uncle, who raised her with a handful of and urine, and now he is developed, but regardless of the life or death of my own uncle, I came all the way to find her, not to say that I repaid the favor, but I can't let me enter the house, right?"

"Little brother, do you tell me about such an ungrateful person?"

Yang Jun nodded: "Well, your niece has indeed gone too far."

"It's not just excessive, it's even more excessive, she didn't let me into the house, she didn't say anything, and let people throw me hundreds of kilometers away, it's really a revenge."

"Well, it's too much, it's ingratitude." Yang Jun echoed.

"Hey, little brother, we're bosom friends, I'll talk to you today about how I raised my niece."

As he spoke, Yang Mingxuan lost his stomach again.

Before he could reach out and ask for it, Yang Jun directly gave him all the remaining fritters.

"Thanks, little brother."

"No thanks, it's a trivial matter."

Yang Jun waved his hand and said, "I love to listen to stories, so you should tell me how you raised your niece."

"Hmm...... Where do you start?"

Yang Mingxuan's eating speed has dropped significantly, and he eats too many fritters, and he is greasy and crooked.

"Let's start with how you came from hundreds of kilometers here." Yang Jun reminded with a smile.

"Oh, don't mention it, I almost died in order to come back."

Yang Mingxuan said: "My niece didn't want to admit that I didn't say it, and she deliberately drove me to a place hundreds of kilometers away and threw me down, she thought that I couldn't come back if I didn't have money?"

"Hmph, you underestimate me."

"And how the hell did you get back?" Yang Jun asked.

He also wanted to know how Yang Mingxuan came back when he had no money and was sick.

"Hey, how can I come back, stop the car."

As he spoke, Yang Mingxuan's face showed a look of grief and indignation.

"In order to come back, I was almost regarded as a porcelain toucher, if it weren't for others seeing me like I was going to die, people wouldn't have brought me back."

When Yang Jun heard this, he made a look of sudden realization.

He thought about it from his side, if he was in Yang Mingxuan's position, could he return to the city when he was penniless and sick.

He thought about it, and it was really not easy to do.

However, rotten people have rotten methods.

Only by touching porcelain can people bring back their 'willingly'.

Yang Jun guessed that he didn't just let people be spared

Fei brought him back, I'm afraid he still lost a lot of money.

"Brother, look at your face...... Are you sick?" Yang Jun pretended to be concerned.

Speaking of this, Yang Mingxuan immediately lost his appetite.

He hung his head and said, "Little brother, don't hide it, I have a terminal illness, and my days are numbered."

"Yo, that's a shame, you...... What kind of disease do you have?"

Yang Jun pretended to be concerned.

"Uremia."

"Tsk, that's a pity."

Yang Jun pretended to be sorry.

"Brother, I understand, you don't have the money to be hospitalized, so you came here to blackmail your niece?"

When Yang Mingxuan heard this, his face turned red.

Then he stiffened his neck and said, "What is it called, is it called lying when you ask your niece for money?"

"Besides, I'm not asking for nothing, I'm asking for her maintenance for decades."

When Yang Jun heard this, he sneered in his heart.

Yes, you don't call it fraud, this is called robbery, it's bandit logic.

Seeing that Yang Jun didn't speak, Yang Mingxuan continued: "Hey, this terminal illness I have, it doesn't matter if it can't be cured, I don't want to waste that money, I just want to lie to ...... If you want to get back the alimony and send it back to your wife and children, it can be regarded as leaving a little life-saving money for their mothers."

When he spoke, Yang Mingxuan looked lonely.

It can be seen that this guy is still the head of the Gu family.

When he was dying, he still wanted to leave some way back for his wife and children, and it was not in vain to come here.

"But...... I see that this family seems to have a very good background, and you can't get in, how can you get back child support." Yang Jun asked.

"Hmph."

When Yang Mingxuan heard this, he turned around and snorted coldly in the direction of the gate.

"If you can't get child support, then die here, look at this family is also a decent person, they definitely don't want to make a big deal, and they will take the initiative to send money to my wife and children when the time comes."

When Yang Jun heard this, he deeply agreed.

"That's true, the toad lies on the surface of its feet, and it is disgusting if it doesn't bite."

Looking at Yang Mingxuan's angry eyes, Yang Jun hurriedly said, "Brother, my example is a bit inappropriate, but that's the reason."

"After all, it's a human life, and the family has to pay if they don't want to."

When Yang Mingxuan heard this, his face softened.

"Hmph, that's what I planned."

Seeing that he had already made up his mind, Yang Jun also felt a deep headache.

In fact, he had 10,000 ways to rectify Yang Mingxuan, but he didn't want to do that.

He is now fame and fortune, what he wants, once people reach high danger, they will cherish their feathers more and more.

If it is not necessary, Yang Jun will not take an extreme approach.

So, he thought about it briefly, then looked up and said,

"Brother, let me ask you something."

"I heard that you promised your niece a marriage before, but it didn't work out?"

"Well, there's such a thing, what's going on?" Yang Mingxuan looked at him in surprise.

Yang Jun changed his posture and moved his legs, which had been squatting for a long time.

"Brother, I'll give you an idea."

"Or, I'll pay for her, and then, you write me a receipt or something, saying that you promised me your niece, and you won't owe it again, do you think?"

Yang Mingxuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this.

"You want to marry Yang Qingxiang?"

"Well, isn't that possible?"

Yang Mingxuan glanced back at the door behind him, and then said, "It's not impossible, I just feel that girl seems to be married, if I marry her to you again, won't the gains outweigh the losses?"

Yang Jun waved his hand and said, "Don't worry about these things first, as for how I and this family have a relationship, it doesn't matter to you."

"I'll just ask you, do you want to do this business?"

When Yang Mingxuan heard this, he was a little moved.

After pondering for a moment, he looked up and asked, "How much can you give?"

"How much do you want?" Yang Jun asked.

Yang Mingxuan lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then raised two fingers.

"Two hundred, not a single point less."

When Yang Jun heard this, he was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, he wanted to laugh a little.

But for the sake of the overall situation, he can only endure it.

Yang Qingxiang was only worth two hundred yuan, and her jaw dropped in shock.

However, this price can be regarded as a lion's mouth.

In the countryside, sometimes a middle-aged laborer digs in the soil to eat, and he can't earn so much money in a year of hard work.

Therefore, in Yang Mingxuan's cognition, he felt that two hundred yuan was a lot.

"Don't have two hundred, I'll give you five hundred."

Yang Jun said: "There is an ugly saying that after taking this money, you can't pester your niece anymore, because your niece has been sold to me by you, can you do this."

"Walk the talk."

Yang Mingxuan patted his chest and said, "The old man is a nail when he spits at the mouth, as long as I take the money, I will immediately buy a ticket to go back to my hometown."

When Yang Jun heard this, he looked at him with deep meaning.

For an old man like Yang Mingxuan, who is about to die, there is no credit at all, but Yang Jun is willing to buy it with the five hundred yuan, which can be regarded as repaying Yang Qingxiang for so many years of nurturing him.

But......

If Yang Mingxuan wants to come over to slander people after taking the money, then I'm sorry.

Yang Jun turned around and glanced at Ding Erzhu, who was eating fritters.

Seeing this, Ding Erzhu stuffed the uneaten fritters into Sun Zhaocai's arms, rubbed his oil-stained hands on his big pants, and walked over with a grin.

He looked left and right, and the surroundings were empty.

So, I looked at the fence on the side of the road.

Suddenly, he shot with all his might, and then a puff of smoke filled the wall, and he punched a large hole in the wall.

This scene made Yang Mingxuan tremble, and even Yang Jun couldn't help but be startled by Ding Erzhu's feared combat power.

"See, if you want to repent, your fate will be the same as this wall." Yang Jun warned.

When Yang Mingxuan heard this, he was stunned for a moment, and it took a long time to react.

"No...... No, I will not regret it."

"Don't worry, after taking the money, I will buy a ticket and go home."

Hearing this, Yang Jun got up and patted the dust on his buttocks.

"I hope you do what you say."

After speaking, he put his hand in his trouser pocket, and as soon as his mind moved, there was an extra pile of banknotes in his hand.

Yang Jun counted five hundred yuan and gave it to him, and then asked the doorman to bring a pen and paper and asked him to write a note on the spot that resembled a deed of sale.

Looking at the crooked words on the paper, Yang Jun waved his hand.

"You can go."

Yang Mingxuan, who was counting the banknotes, said with a smile when he heard this.

"Big brother, no...... The eldest niece and son-in-law are refreshing, don't worry, I will do what I say, and I will never come back in the future."

"Get out!"

Hearing him call his niece and son-in-law, Yang Jun was very unhappy.

Even if Yi Qiushui's uncle came, he didn't dare to call him that, let alone the uncle of a concubine.

"Okay, I'll go."

After speaking, Yang Mingxuan put the money in his pocket and walked away.

After he left, Yang Jun turned around and waved at the doorman.

"Follow him and see if he goes to the station."

The doorman answered, and followed.

After waiting for the doorman to leave, Yang Jun breathed a sigh of relief.

When I turned around and was about to go home, I turned my head and saw the big hole in the wall.

Suddenly yelled, "Check, check for me."

"Find me the female cadre who cut corners, and see if I don't get his out."

Sun Zhaocai and Ding Erzhu next to him were frightened when they heard this

The neck shrank, and the wriggling cheeks immediately stopped moving.

Back in the backyard.

Yang Jun went directly to the restaurant.

Except for the two children who have already gone to school, everyone else in the family is there.

After Yang Jun sat down, he waved his hand and motioned for them to eat.

There is an unwritten rule in the family, that is, Yang Jun, the head of the family, is not allowed to use chopsticks.

When everyone saw this, they all started their chopsticks.

Yang Jun sat there, glanced at everyone on the table, and then stopped his gaze on Yang Qingxiang.

"From today onwards, you are my man."

When everyone heard this, they were stunned for a moment, and then laughed in unison.

Yang Qingxiang pointed at herself with her finger: "Old Yang, do you mean me?"

"Haven't I been your man for a long time?"

After Yang Qingxiang finished speaking, all the women laughed in unison.

They looked at Yang Jun with a mocking expression.

"Old Yang, go out for a spin and come back with a bad brain? Isn't Sister Qingxiang already your person?" Huang Yani said.

"It's not just the fragrance, which one of us is sitting that isn't you." Nalan Qingmeng said while feeding the child.

"I think Lao Yang is confused, the children have all given birth to a litter, and he still says such foolish things, is it interesting?" Meng Wenya said.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

didn't explain, just took out the deed of sale that Yang Mingxuan wrote just now and slapped it on the table.

Meng Wenya, who was sitting next to him, took the note and glanced at it, then sneered and smiled.

handed the note directly to Huang Yani, and said with a smile, "Sister Qingxiang has really been sold again."

In the past few days, everyone has learned about Yang Qingxiang's uncle, several of them women got together and talked about everything, everyone knew that Yang Qingxiang's uncle who sold her came to Sijiu City, and he was blocked at the door of the house to make money.

"Bring it to me."

When Huang Yani heard this, she snatched the note, glanced at it, and then laughed too.

"Haha, this Qingxiang sister is really Lao Yang's person."

"I'll see, I'll see." Nalan Qingmeng directly snatched the deed of sale.

Sure enough, she glanced at Meng Wenya and Huang Yani, and after reading the note, she smiled wildly.

Yang Qingxiang was inexplicably laughed by them, and stretched out her hand with a red face and said, "What is written, what are you all laughing at?"

Nalan Qingmeng handed her the note: "Take a look at it yourself."

Yang Qingxiang took the note with a red face, glanced at it, and her face suddenly turned red with shame.

There is Yang Mingxuan's crooked writing on it, as well as a signature handprint or something.

It is clearly written that Yang Qingxiang was married to Yang Jun, and how much dowry was received, etc.

"Oh, shame on you."

Yang Qingxiang's face turned red with shame, and she gathered a ball of paper, ready to tear it off.

"Hey, hey, hey, don't move."

Yang Jun got up, snatched the note in her hand, and spread it out to be smooth.

"It's a certificate of sale, and I'll have to keep it."

Yang Qingxiang: "Old Yang, what are you doing here, I'm ...... Am I not one of yours yet?"

Yang Jun put the deed of sale in his pocket and said with a smile: "That's different, this is a certificate, a symbol of ownership, I have to keep it, if you are disobedient in the future, I will sell you to others."

When Yang Qingxiang heard this, she waved her small pink fist at him across the table.

"You dare?"

Yang Jun smiled, "Don't threaten me, I can not only sell you, but also sell for a good price."

When everyone heard this, they laughed again.

Everyone knows that Yang Jun is joking, and no one will take it seriously.

"If you do sell me, then sell me and the child." Yang Qingxiang said coquettishly.

Yang Jun tilted his head and pretended to think seriously.

"Uh...... Good

Idea, buy one get two free, it's definitely in demand."

"Old Yang, you're going to die."

Yang Qingxiang's face turned red with shame.

Watching Yang Qingxiang and Yang Jun flirting and scolding, the other women were envious.

"Old Yang, why don't I also write you a deed of sale?"

Huang Yani said, "Although my parents are gone, I can write it myself."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes when he heard this.

"Hehe, what kind of play are you playing?"

Huang Yani said coquettishly, "Just say whether you can accept it or not."

Yang Jun smiled slightly when he heard this.

He already understood why Huang Yani did this.

She and Yang Qingxiang have the same identity, they are not the women that Yang Jun is marrying, and they are on the losing side in law and morality, so she thinks that like Yang Qingxiang, selling herself to Yang Jun can be regarded as a little romance between each other.

"Yes, no problem."

Yang Jun squinted his eyes and looked at her with a look of love.

"However, you can't ask too much, I'm afraid I can't afford it."

Huang Yani's face turned red when she heard this.

"I don't need money, I'll sell you for free."

Yang Jun said with a straight face: "As the saying goes, buy good goods cheaply, but I don't want money if you don't want it."

"Nasty."

Huang Yani punched him angrily: "Okay, since you like expensive ones, then I'll offer you a higher price and sell you to bankrupt."

"Whatever you want, I have the money." Yang Jun said with a smile.

Subsequently, Huang Yani found a pen and paper and wrote her deed of sale on the spot.

When Yang Jun saw the price she offered, there was a black line.

"Ahem...... I really can't afford this, so I'll go back and ask your sister Qiushui for pocket money."

"Nasty."

"Haha!"

"Old Yang, I'll sell it to you too."

"I want it too."

Subsequently, the women shouted that they would also sell themselves to Yang Jun.

Yang Jun waved his hand, indicating that those who came did not refuse.

On the spot, several women wrote a deed of sale and offered a price that Yang Jun couldn't afford.

It's not that Yang Jun can't afford it, it's that he really can't count the series of circles behind him.

The women are also messing around.

But they both understood that this was a small episode that they had only seen.

This kind of interlude strengthens their feelings for each other and also helps them find a sense of belonging.