Feng Jun arrived home at five o'clock in the afternoon of the same day.

The time has entered November, the weather in Zhengyang is fine, and the temperature is not too low, but it is not good here in Yunyuan.

It's been raining for two days, and although it's still a little further south, it's a bit biting cool.

Li Xiaobin was originally going to book Feng Jun a presidential set for the Forestry Hotel, but Feng Jun said, I will go home to live today.

The son is not ugly, the dog is not poor, the first two times I went home, I didn't live at home for two days, it was already very inappropriate.

Feng Jun came back without notifying anyone, found a familiar security guard at the Forestry Hotel through Gazi, quietly parked the car in the parking lot of the hotel, and walked back to his home with an umbrella.

After entering the house, he called the commissary and said that he had arrived home.

Even when he went to college, he had been away from home for seven years, and the cramped, seven-square-meter partition was roughly the same as when he left home seven years ago.

It's just that the handmade bed with a width of one meter and three meters is stacked with a few packages made of cloth, the kind that are knotted diagonally.

In big cities, there is no such backward packaging method, most people use clothing storage bags, and some use vacuum compression bags, but when Feng Jun saw this kind of package, his heart suddenly swelled with a trace of kindness.

For as long as I can remember, the family was almost like this, there were grandparents at that time, the house on the street was not demolished, and the second uncle was still living nearby.

Not long after, Zhang Junyi, who got the news, came back, carrying a fish and a slaughtered chicken in his hand, and said with a smile, "I know that I have gone home to live, and your father is reconciling the accounts, and I will come back in a while...... I'll cook for you. ”

"I'll come," Feng Jun stepped forward and said with a smile, the mother must treat her son well, but her cooking level ...... Don't mention it, the eldest lady of the Zhang family who came out of the scholarly door can handle the level of pickled pickles and steamed eggs, and the others are scum.

So most of the time, what she has to do is to choose vegetables, wash vegetables and cut vegetables, stir-fry and fry seriously, and Feng Wenhui has to come out.

The old yard uses a public faucet, and the mother and son are busy turning it on under the faucet, and the neighbors in the yard go in and out, and they find him instantly, "Yo, Xiaojun is back?"

Now the neighbors already know that the children of the Feng family are promising, and some people even say that he seems to spend billions of dollars to contract mountains and forests in the county - Chaoyang is such a big place, a little bit of a storm, basically the whole county knows about it.

Everyone analyzed, this should be true, not to mention anything else, County Magistrate Chi has personally come to the courtyard, and some people have seen that Chao Ying entered the Feng family's commissary.

But when others asked about Feng Wenhui and his wife, the couple smiled and said that Xiaojun was doing everything, and we didn't know.

As for how much it will cost to contract the mountains and forests, they answered more simply, it was all done by children - we are just such a commissary, how much money can we make?

So the neighbors all know that the Feng family can make the county look up to the county because of Feng Jun - this child was extraordinary when he was a child.

There are six families in the courtyard, and three old neighbors have moved into the building, two of them have given up their houses to their relatives, and the other has rented out their houses.

Therefore, Feng Jun is familiar with the only two old neighbors in the yard, and the relatives of the other two old neighbors have some dealings.

As he was talking, Feng Wenhui came back, also carrying a plastic bag of vegetables in his hand, and spoke excitedly, "I told your second uncle, he will also come over to drink in a while, and he also said that he brought a roast leg of lamb from the hotel." ”

The Feng family and his wife cooperate with the cooking, the speed is still quite fast, Zhang Junyi's level of stir-frying is not good, and the knife work is still good - but unfortunately he often cuts his fingers, in Feng Jun's impression, his mother has cut his fingers at least three or four times.

That is, in an hour, a hot meal was ready, and then the second uncle Feng Wencheng also came, followed by the second aunt and the second aunt's younger brother Zeping.

The two brothers' families eat, that's no problem, the second aunt's younger brother came over, which was a little dazzling.

However, in a small place like Chaoyang, most people are still relatively hospitable, looking up and not looking down, and then talking about relatives, left and right is just an extra pair of chopsticks.

Everyone had just sat down, and the old neighbor Uncle Gen came back, the conditions in his house were not very good, but he was a good person, and he also liked to drink two sips of inferior wine, so Zhang Junyi stood up and greeted him, "Xiao Gen came over and drank some together." ”

Uncle Gen hesitated for a moment, and raised the plastic bag in his hand, "I bought the baked cakes and came back." ”

His wife and children are all at home, and he boiled a pot of seaweed and egg drop soup, waiting for his baked cakes, and he can't come and eat alone.

"Oh, I'll order some food for you, you can take the plate yourself from home," Feng Wenhui said loudly, "You come over and drink...... There is also one less chair, take it yourself. ”

The old neighbors are like this, what is good to eat at home, it is normal to allocate a little to the neighbors, and even ask the other party to bring their own rice bowl because of the trouble of washing dishes.

Anyway, today's meal is rich enough, and the people present will definitely not be able to finish it, so it will not affect the neighbors at all.

But so naturally, people bring their own dishes and chopsticks chairs, and Feng Wenhui has to come forward - Feng Jun can do it, but his mother can't do it.

The scholarly door came out, but she couldn't learn to be as down-to-earth as the market, and over time, everyone knew that she was just not good at such a set, and she wouldn't mind in her heart, so it didn't matter.

However, Zhang Junyi was a little calculating today, she took the initiative to invite her neighbors to drink, and it was not that there were few people who drank alcohol, but she didn't want to listen to Zhang Zeping, an uninvited guest, talk about something.

The dish is fried by himself, and the wine is Fenjiu brought by Feng Jun, which is thirty years old, and Chaoyang people are more accustomed to drinking koji wine, but this wine is very delicious, the price is not cheap, and it is not as eye-catching as Moutai or foreign wine.

At the beginning, everyone was still concerned about Feng Jun's business, and Feng Jun didn't want to say more, so he replied vaguely, it's okay to buy and sell.

Then the topic gradually turned to reality, talking about the demolition.

The street where Feng Jun's house is located is finally going to be widened, and this matter has been talked about for seven or eight years, and the two teams have not done it, the main reason is that this used to be the main street of the county, and the cost of renovating the old street is too high.

Uncle Gen even said with a smile, "Everyone says that this is because Xiaojun wants to contract the mountains, otherwise it will not be possible." ”

"What do I have enough money for?" Feng Jun said with a smile, "I heard that it is the meaning of the province, and it is necessary to vigorously support the tourism industry, and our street will affect the image of the county a little." ”

"Hey, can you say that it's a little money?" Second Uncle Feng Wencheng glanced at him, "It's a shame to pay the contract fee in a lump sum, and you can think of it, why don't you do something with this money?"

"The RMB is becoming less and less valuable, it is better to pay it in a lump sum," Feng Jun laughed when he heard it, "If you plant a tree, the tree will grow every day, and if the money is placed there, it will depreciate every day." ”

"Hey, by the way, how much are you going to spend?" Uncle Gen drank a little happily, and talked a lot, "Some people say 1.5 billion, some people say 2 billion, do you have a deal with your uncle?"

"Where do I have so much money? It's just a rumor," Feng Jun replied with a smile, "It's just a few hundred million, and the exact amount is to be determined." ”

In fact, the numbers have been set, and he came back to sign a contract, but ...... Is this the right occasion to say that?

"A few hundred million is not a lot," Uncle Gen said with a big tongue, "You are developed, and even Gazi has helped to lin, when will you help Uncle Gen, will you succeed?"

Feng Jun replied with a smile, "Gazi is with me, and he earns a dead salary, mainly because he is in the field, and he is more reliable and reliable with people from his hometown." ”

"Gazi is quite good," Feng Wencheng interjected, "Otherwise, I wouldn't have gotten him into the hotel, but it's a pity that his sheep is crazy and can't find a more suitable job...... I heard it's okay now?"

"It's been a long time since I've been sick," Feng Jun replied thoughtfully, "as for whether it will recur...... Who can say for sure?"

"Oh, don't let him drive," the second aunt spoke up, "He drives your car, once he gets sick, don't say who the car is damaged, just say that he hit someone or hurt himself, that's your trouble." ”

The second aunt's words were quite decent, but her younger brother Zhang Zeping was also slightly drunk, and he was a little reckless when he spoke, "Xiaojun, to be serious, you took Gazi out at the beginning, you might as well take me out." ”

Feng Jun smiled, picked up the wine glass, touched him, didn't speak, raised his head and drank it all.

I took Gazi out, I commanded him, I took you out, and listened to you call me a "little gentleman"?

I know, I say I'm your boss, I don't know, I think you're my boss.

Feng Jun also understands Zhang Zeping, people are either bad people, or a bit prodigal and have no longevity, and occasionally can suffer a little, but most of the time they are idle.

As the eldest child in the family, he is still the only boy, and he has done a lot of business, but he has tasted it at a superficial level, and he can't look down on those hard transactions - not to mention anything else, it is a husband-and-wife shop like Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi, he can't do it.

Zhang Zeping is six or seven years Chinese New Year's Eve today, and he divorced his wife five years ago, and his life has become more and more immortal, and many times, his daughter's alimony is paid by his parents - anyway, his three sisters, the old couple are also loose.

"I don't know, what do you like about him," Zhang Zeping saw that he didn't speak, drank all the wine in the cup in one gulp, and took a sip of wine before he continued to speak, when there was a commotion in the courtyard, and someone shouted, "Where is Liu Laogen? Get out!"

Uncle Gen's name is Liu Gen, and since a TV series became popular more than ten years ago, he has been called Liu Laogen.

Feng Jun's house was eating, and he covered the door of the house, and he didn't know who pointed at his house, "Where is it." ”

Then, the door was slammed open, and three men entered.

In this rainy weather, they were actually wearing single shirts and rolling up their sleeves.

The man at the head smiled and spoke, "Paralyzed, Lao Tzu is running around, are you drinking here?"

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