Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 18 Let’s also have a draft

Wang Xuemei led him to the sofa, poured a glass of water herself, and then started chattering again.

"Yesterday, your mother came to see me and said that you are not young anymore and asked me to introduce you to a partner." Wang Xuemei looked at Yang Jun in front of her as if she were her own child, with a look of distress on her face.

"It is the job of our street office to care about the personal problems of older young people like you. Coupled with the friendship between our two families, you can rest assured that your Aunt Wang will definitely introduce the best girl to you."

"No... no rush, Aunt Wang, I'm not in a hurry." Yang Jun looked embarrassed.

"It's almost thirty, why aren't you in a hurry? Your brother Jianguo is as old as you, and he's already a young man." Wang Xuemei suddenly darkened her face and said angrily.

Yang Jun: "..."

Without saying a word, Wang Xuemei stood up and returned to her desk, opened the drawer and took out a stack of photos.

"Come on, pick one."

Yang Jun looked at the dozens of black and white photos in his hand and blushed suddenly. He couldn't help but think of the scene of the emperor's talent show in the TV series. Portraits of beautiful women were placed in front of the emperor for selection.

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

I, Yang Jun, also have moments of brilliance and moments of pickiness.

The girls in the photos are mostly the same. The gray and blue background does not show the youthful atmosphere of a girl of flower age. It seems that it is because she rarely takes pictures. Every time she takes a picture, she has a serious look, and the expression on her face looks a bit dull.

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

You can't tell a person's character just from the photos, so he can only choose the more photogenic ones. Yang Jun looked through these photos and couldn't find the girl he liked.

"Didn't you take a fancy to any of them?" Wang Xuemei asked in surprise, seeing Yang Jun's dejected look.

"These are all girls from innocent families. Why don't we... be more picky?"

When Aunt Wang talks about an innocent family background, she refers to family status. Only girls from families that have been poor for generations can be considered a good match.

Yang Jun was reborn. The issue of composition was not a must for him. He didn't want to face a face he didn't like all day just because of the issue of composition.

Since God gave him a chance to be reborn, he must live according to his own wishes.

Life is only a few decades and fleeting.

He doesn't want to have too many compromises in his life.

Isn’t it time to marry a daughter-in-law for your dignity?

"Aunt Wang, there is no suitable one at the moment. This matter is not urgent. We will find it slowly in the future." Yang Jun did not show any pretense and directly expressed his thoughts.

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

"Junzi, do you... like girls with that kind of tone?"

That tone?

Yang Jun suddenly understood that the kind of tone Aunt Wang mentioned meant sentiment, referring to girls who pursue love and ideals.

People who think that a girl should be steady and dignified, modest and restrained, and who can live a good life after marriage are not the kind of people who are restless all day long.

"No, absolutely not." Yang Jun quickly denied.

Although Yang Jun believed that "three views" were not as practical as "five senses" when choosing a mate, he did not dare to say it. At most, he would not let Aunt Wang introduce the partner. But once these words spread, trouble will follow. "It's okay if you don't, Aunt Wang is just afraid that you will think of some messy things." Wang Xuemei felt relieved.

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

"Aunt Wang, this matter is not urgent, everything depends on fate."

Yang Jun and Wang Xuemei chatted about home affairs for a while, and before leaving, they mentioned pipeline excavation. Aunt Wang waved her hand and said it was no problem, and she would send someone over to coordinate in the afternoon.

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

Passing by the street canteen, Yang Jun saw that there was no one around, so he took out a few enamel jars from the space, went in and ordered three dishes, one meat and two vegetarian. He also bought five kilograms of two-packed noodles and steamed buns, and then returned to the courtyard.

There is a folk tradition that whether it is building a new house or renovating a house, the head of the house must take care of a meal at noon. The meal does not need to be too good, but it must be enough.

No matter how poor or calculating people are, they will not make a fuss about this meal. This is a matter of face and whether the decoration workers are working hard. Everyone put their thoughts into this lunch.

Yang Jun ordered a portion of stir-fried green vegetables, a portion of stir-fried bean sprouts, and a portion of braised pork, plus five pounds of steamed buns with two-heavy noodles, which was quite a sumptuous meal.

When they returned to the backyard, Lao Wu and his men had dug the trench for the water pipe, laid the pipe and coated it with cement.

At this moment, the sewage trench is being excavated, and several people have clearly divided their labors. At this moment, they are hammering on the north wall with hammers.

In order to connect the sewage pipe to the fertilizer tank in the public toilet behind the courtyard, a hole must be dug at the base of the back wall. However, when the courtyard was originally built, all "gold bricks" were used, which are strong and durable. Five and the others spent a lot of effort to dig a fist-sized hole in the wall, and were now using hammers to enlarge the hole.

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

Yang Jun brought tables and stools from home, laid out the food, and invited them to come over for dinner.

When Lao Wu and his brothers heard this, they stopped what they were doing and went to the sink to wash their hands. Then they returned to the table and took a look at the food.

Several people looked at each other and nodded in understanding. There was nothing to say about the food of this family.

They were very satisfied with the food, especially the braised pork, which made them salivate. They had renovated houses for so many families, and had eaten hundreds of meals. Who do you think is in charge of food and meat?
These days, each person only has a quota of two taels of meat coupons per month, and no one is willing to eat it. They save meat dumplings for the Chinese New Year, and it is not easy to come up with a meat dish.

It’s not that I’ve never met a host whose meals include meat. They just add a few slices of meat to the dish as a token of appreciation, and it’s considered a meat dish. Like today’s host, who cooked braised pork in a large enamel vat, not even two kilograms of meat. Not coming out.

After one meal, the meat coupons that the family had saved over the year were gone.

Lao Wu and others were nibbling steamed buns and eating vegetarian dishes. They were reluctant to take their chopsticks to the braised pork, but their eyes were fixed on the braised pork.

The host was generous and polite, and they had to be particular about it. Under Yang Jun's greeting, each person took a symbolic piece and never touched the braised pork again.

It's enough to taste the meat, and leave the rest for the host's family to satisfy their cravings.

We are all very particular about people and don't do things that make people look down upon.

Seeing how they refused to eat meat, Yang Jun picked up the braised pork without saying a word and divided a few pieces into each bowl.

"Don't be polite to me. Can you still lay eggs if you keep the meat?" Yang Jun looked angry.

Lao Wu suddenly said with a smile like a chrysanthemum: "If you are angry, we won't be polite."

A few people said a few words of humility, relaxed their hands and feet, and started eating with big mouthfuls.

(End of this chapter)