Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 374 It’s really not me who did it

When the medical team goes to the countryside, every time they go to a village, the village will provide them with a lunch.

Yushu Village is no exception. Yu Manshan had people prepare lunch early in the morning.

However, the lunch he prepared was incomparable to that of the medical team.

I originally thought about killing the 30-pound pig in the village to entertain the guests, but in the end I was reluctant to do so.

This time the meals were collected from each household.

Lunch is served with steamed buns and a few seasonal vegetables.

"It's not a problem to cook meat like this."

"I'll get you some onions, ginger, garlic, and some star anise."

Although Yu Manshan doesn't know how to cook, he still knows what ingredients are needed to cook meat.

"Thank you then."

Ma Juzi was worried about not being able to find the information, but Secretary Yu took the initiative to put it forward.

After a while, Yu Manshan came over carrying a fence.

Inside are processed onions, ginger, garlic and star anise.

These materials are not troublesome, but are brought directly from the canteen, where lunch is also being prepared.

Ma Juzi poured the ingredients into the pot, and then used a spoon to scoop out the minced meat on top.

After a while, the meat in the pot began to smell fragrant, and the smell of the meat could be smelled all under the elm trees.

The fellow doctors all looked back at Ma Juzi, with hope flashing in their eyes, their Adam's apple twitching, and they kept swallowing.

"If you don't take good care of the doctor, why are you looking around?" Yu Manshan scolded.

He felt that the villagers in his village were so embarrassed. They stared at the meat in the pot and wanted to hook the meat into their eyes.

"Yu Zhishu, aren't you just watching people cooking meat? Don't you want to eat it?"

Someone in the crowd made a joke.

"That's right, Lao Yutou, it's okay to pretend to be a big-tailed wolf in normal times, what's the point of pretending now."

"Only the state officials are allowed to set fires, but the people are not allowed to light lamps. Can't we hear this?"

From time to time, sarcasm came from the crowd queuing up to see a doctor, making Yu Manshan's face turn red with embarrassment.

"I see that all of you are suffering from 'pink eye'. If you don't want to see a doctor, just go home. Don't waste medical resources here."

When Yu Manshan saw someone contradicting him in public, he suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He took off his cloth shoes and chased the people who were joking just now.

The fellow villagers were not afraid of him and circled the crowd several times until he was too tired to pursue him.

At this moment, it's time for lunch.

Instead of decreasing, the number of people seeing a doctor is increasing.

Most of them are not here to see a doctor. Some of them come here for the smell of meat.

Those people didn't line up to see a doctor, they just squatted not far away and watched Ma Juzi stew meat.

After the meat is stewed, the next step is to fry it.

There is a bag of white sugar in the car, which is specially used for making braised pork.

Ma Juzi skillfully handled the cooked meat and then stir-fried it in another pot.

He first put some oil, and then poured a packet of sugar directly into the pot.

This scene made everyone's eyelids twitch.

City people just know how to enjoy it. If such a bag of sugar is left in their home, it can last for at least three years.

Usually they are reluctant to drink it, but only when distinguished guests come, they are willing to put a spoonful in it.

Ma Juzi kneaded the empty sugar packet a few times and threw it on the ground. Five or six children immediately rushed towards it.

"Mine, I grabbed it first."

"Obviously I grabbed it first."

Several children were fighting for the empty bag, and two of them couldn't stop fighting, grabbing each other's collars and wrestling with each other.

The adults nearby were not surprised by this and seemed to have long been accustomed to it. While watching the excitement, they shouted at them to start a fight.

The two children were not stupid. They tore the bag in half in front of everyone, one half for each of them.

Then he hid aside, held his head high, and poured the candy in the bag into his mouth.

This scene made several other children's eyes light up and they kept shouting,

"Monkey boy, give me a lick."

"Sanhuozi, you are so dishonest. I will never play with you again."

Not to mention the greedy children, even the adults squatting nearby and watching the excitement had their eyes shining, staring at the candy bags in the hands of the two children.

Yu Manshan put his hands behind his back and looked at the scene of the children fighting for it. He sighed and turned around and left.

Yang Jun, who was sitting in the car, looked at all this with a calm expression.

It's not that his conscience is gone, but that he has become numb.

Situations like this can be seen everywhere.

In an era when supplies were extremely scarce, no one dared to say that anyone was noble when faced with the test of food and clothing.

Ma Juzi worked very quickly, and the white sugar soon turned into sugar color. Then he poured the processed meat pieces into the pot and stir-fried until each piece of meat was coated with syrup.

After a while, a pot of red braised pork was ready.

He Dazhuang had already prepared a rice bowl, and as soon as the pot came out, he handed the bowl over.

Ma Juzi's craftsmanship is really good.

The braised pork is bright in color and shiny on the surface, making it appetizing at first glance.

Ma Juzi found a lunch box, filled a large bowl of braised pork, grabbed a pair of chopsticks and ran over.

"Brother, try it."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes at him and looked at the fellow villagers watching around him.

The heat in their eyes was like wild beasts that had been hungry for months.

He suspected that this boy was deliberately trying to attract hatred for him.

He took the lunch box and put it on the passenger seat, then said to Ma Juzi,

"Let them all eat."

"Okay, brother."

Ma Juzi ran over again.

After talking to Yi Qiushui for a few words, he saw Yi Qiushui standing up and inviting everyone to eat.

Yu Manshan had already cooked dinner, and a long table was set up in the yard, filled with various vegetables, and there were several cages next to it, specially used to hold the steamed buns.

He Dazhuang directly brought the braised pork to the table and dug a big spoonful of braised pork into everyone's lunch box.

The pot of braised pork was full, weighing more than 20 kilograms. After each person divided a spoonful, there was still a lot left.

Yi Qiushui came over and said hello to Yang Jun, then went to the yard to eat.

Yang Jun couldn't get used to the sweetness of braised pork, so he closed his lunch box and walked towards the village.

When passing by the field, he found the girl sitting on the ground crying. She looked very sad, but she did not dare to cry loudly, as if she was afraid of something.

The back and forth aroused Yang Jun's curiosity.

When he was about to go over, the girl saw someone coming towards her and immediately got up from the ground and continued working.

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, and after thinking about it, he decided not to disturb her.

Continue walking into the village and come to a mud house.

Knocked on the door.

"Who?"

A man's voice came from the yard.

After a while, the door opened.

"Who are you looking for?"

The person who opened the door was a middle-aged man in his forties. He was dark-skinned, tall but thin, and his current hunchback was caused by years of fatigue. "Hello, brother, is your wife here?"

Yang Jun just saw the middle-aged woman with a miscarriage coming out of this yard, so he asked.

"Who are you? What are you doing with my wife?"

When the man heard this, he immediately looked at him warily.

"Brother, don't get me wrong."

Yang Jun opened the lunch box, revealing the red braised meat inside.
"I just saw that your wife had a miscarriage, and I wanted to give her something to eat to replenish her health."

It was okay if he didn't say it. When the man heard this, he immediately became excited.

He grabbed Yang Jun's collar and shouted: "Who are you? Did you do it to my wife's miscarriage?"

Yang Jun had a black line on his forehead.

"Brother, it really wasn't me."

"I'm from the medical team. I happened to be passing by and found that your wife had a miscarriage, so I came here to take a look."

At this time, a figure stumbled over from the house.

"Master, stop it. You have wronged me."

That figure was the woman she met before. She ran over, pulled her man away, and said,
"I really don't blame others for my miscarriage. At that time, this little brother even persuaded me to come and let me go home and rest."

"Really, you didn't lie to me?"

"Really, I didn't lie to you."

The man looked Yang Jun up and down, and then said.

"I'm sorry, comrade, I was impulsive just now."

After saying that, he bowed to Yang Jun.

This man is really tall, even half a head taller than Yang Jun when he bends over.

If he wasn't hunchbacked, he would be at least 1.9 meters tall.

"It's okay, it's okay, just let the misunderstanding be cleared up."

Yang Jun passed the lunch box forward and said, "The medical team is eating braised pork today. I'll bring you some to try."

"This...how is this so embarrassing? You can keep it for yourself."

The man pushed the lunch box back.

Yang Jun felt that the force on the lunch box was not strong, and a trace of reluctance flashed in the man's eyes.

"I've eaten it. This is specially given to eldest sister, so don't refuse it anymore."

The man glanced at the pale wife next to him, then nodded and said,

"Then thank you, comrade. I cannot thank you enough for your kindness."

The man took the lunch box and handed it to his wife, with something crystal clear in his eyes.

"Comrade, I haven't asked you how to address me yet?" the man asked.

"My name is Yang Jun. You can call me Lao Yang or Xiao Yang."

Yang Jun took the initiative and stretched out his hand.

Seeing this, the man hurriedly rubbed his hands on his body, and then shook hands with him.

"Hello Comrade Yang, my name is Sun Dashan, um...sit at home."

When he spoke to the end, a trace of embarrassment flashed across Sun Dashan's face.

"That's disturbing."

Yang Jun wanted to refuse, but he still wanted to know more about this family's situation, so he went in.

Sun Dashan's family only has three mud houses, which can only be counted as two and a half rooms in a strict sense.

Because half of the room on the west side collapsed and was converted into a kitchen.

Sun Dashan stood at the door of the main house and hesitated for a moment, then plunged in.

Just as Yang Jun was about to step in, he saw a panic sound coming from the room.

Looking up, I saw an earthen kang built in the middle of the main house, with five or six people lying on the kang.

When the people on the kang saw a stranger coming in, they immediately got into bed.

Yang Jun subconsciously exited the main room, but the moment he raised his eyes, he saw clearly the situation on the kang.

There were five or six children lying on the kang, both boys and girls. The eldest was eighteen or nineteen years old, and the youngest was only two or three years old.

However, they all have one thing in common, that is, they are lying in bed with only their heads exposed.

Right at this moment.

Yang Jun's heart hurt as if he had been pricked by a needle.

He didn't expect Sun Dashan's family to be so poor. The children in the family didn't even have clothes to wear.

In fact, he should have thought of it earlier.

Many rural people are like Sun Dashan's family. Except for going to the fields to earn work points and wear clothes, everyone else is lying on the kang.

One is to reduce the wear and tear of clothes, and the other is to reduce physical exertion.

The food and clothing at home are kept close to the older ones, after all, they are still expected to go to the fields to earn work points.

"Brother Sun, just have a chat in the yard."

Yang Jun exited the main house and stood in the yard.

He tried to look away, but he couldn't help but peek.

I had only seen this in novels before, but I didn’t expect to see it with my own eyes today.

His heart was beating very fast at this moment, and a sense of guilt arose spontaneously, as if it was him who caused Sun Dashan to live in such poverty.

"I'm sorry, Comrade Yang, look... this is not a good reception."

Sun Dashan smiled awkwardly and kept apologizing.

At this moment, his back was much stooped.

"It's okay, sit outside in the bright hall."

Sun Dashan moved two small benches and handed one to Yang Jun, and the two started chatting in the yard.

"Comrade Yang, you look like a cadre in the city. I wonder what your job is?"

"Brother Sun, don't call each other gay. It sounds awkward."

"If you don't mind, let's call ourselves brothers."

"I don't dare, I don't dare. You are a cadre and I am a member of the masses, so I don't dare to call each other randomly."

Sun Dashan waved his hands repeatedly and shrank back subconsciously, as if he wanted to keep a distance from him.

When Yang Jun saw this, he stopped forcing him.

He knows that this class concept has long been deeply rooted in people's hearts and cannot be changed in a short time.

"Brother Sun, I work in the steel rolling mill. If you have any difficulties in the future, you can come to me."

"You also work in the steel rolling mill?"

Sun Dashan slapped his thigh and said loudly: "What a coincidence. Our Party Secretary Yu's son works in your factory. Maybe you guys know each other."

Yang Jun smiled when he heard this.

There were only a few dozen cadres in the factory, and he knew all of them, but none of them had the surname Yu.

And the son of Yu Manshan that Sun Dashan mentioned was probably an ordinary employee.

"Really? That's such a coincidence."

"I heard that the boy from the party secretary works as a welder in the third workshop. His salary is more than 20 yuan a month. He can't spend it all no matter what."

Sun Dashan boasted with excitement, as if he was the one earning more than 20 yuan a month.

It can be seen from his expression that Sun Dashan yearns for that kind of life very much.

"Yes, yes, the first-level welder is 27 and a half yuan, which is enough for a family." Yang Jun said.

"That's right, it's 27 and a half yuan. That guy sends 15 yuan home every month. It's very beautiful."

(End of this chapter)