Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 678 About the Taste of Life of Dry Tobacco

Early the next morning, Yang Jun finished breakfast and embarked on the journey back to his hometown in Shanxi with the whole family reluctant to leave.

There were five cars in total this time. In addition to Yang Jun's class of guards, there were also two liver experts he invited to treat his grandfather.

Yang Jun's current identity is different from before, and he can't keep a low profile even if he wants to.

His safety must be guaranteed, so there is always no less than one squad of guards around him.

Originally, he had a more convenient means of transportation and could get home in just over an hour by plane. However, he did not want to use public resources for personal matters, so he paid for all the expenses for this trip at his own expense.

Just like last time, the car drove for two days and two nights before returning to my hometown.

When we arrived at my hometown, it was already the evening of the third day.

Yang Jun first stopped the car outside the mountain to rest for half an hour, and then continued driving towards the village.

Looking at the familiar scene, Yang Jun actually felt a sense of nostalgia.

Like a wanderer who has been away from home for many years, the uneasiness in his heart is hard to describe.

As soon as the car entered the village, it immediately caused a sensation.

The small mountain village has never seen so many cars entering the village at once.

The villagers immediately worried about their work and followed the car to watch.

"Which big leader is here to inspect this?"

"Who else could it be? Didn't you see it was Jingpai? It must be the eldest grandson of the old Yang family who is back."

"Hey, look at the old Yang family. They are so prosperous now. They all eat commercial grain."

The closer the car gets to the village, the more people watch.

So halfway through, the car stopped moving.

Seeing this, Yang Jun felt uncomfortable continuing to sit in the car, so he signaled the driver to stop and got out of the car.

"As expected, he is the eldest grandson of the Yang family who is an official in Sijiu City."

"Oh, this style is so exciting and exciting."

"Haha, of course, you don't care who the family is from."

A tribesman named Yang said with pride.

Regardless of whether they have anything to do with Yang Jun or not, as long as they have the surname Yang, they all feel that they are proud of themselves.

As soon as Yang Jun got out of the car, Luo Xiaojun and others immediately protected Yang Jun with fully armed security guards.

They looked as if they were facing a formidable enemy and were vigilantly observing the abnormal situations around them.

Yang Jun patted Luo Xiaojun on the shoulder.

"Put away your own people."

"Yes!"

Luo Xiaojun waved his hand, and all the security guards put away their guns.

However, he and Sun Zhaocai still clung to Yang Jun, not daring to relax for a moment.

At this time, everyone onlookers cheered to make way.

I saw two people wearing cotton clothes and holding cigarette holders running towards this side.

When Luo Xiaojun saw this, he quickly stood in front of Yang Jun. With a look, the others immediately became alert.

"Put it away, put it away, why don't you listen to what I say?"

Yang Jun kicked him.

Luo Xiaojun smiled, then waved his hand, and everyone immediately put down the guy in their hands.

"Uncle Big Eyes, Uncle Ma, why are you here?"

The visitors were Liu Dayan, the village party secretary, and Ma Sanpao, Ma Juzi's father.

If you don't look carefully, these two people can really get confused.

They were all wearing blue-gray cotton clothes, with a white towel wrapped around their foreheads, and the same cigarette holders wrapped in their mouths.

If it weren't for Ma Sanpao's voice like a cannon, it would be hard to tell.

"Oh, Junzi, it must have been two years since I came back. Uncle Ma wants to die."

Ma Sanpao felt that his son drove for Yang Jun and had been to the capital again. In terms of relationship, he was closer than Liu Dayan, so he pushed Liu Dayan aside and shook Yang Jun's hand.

Liu Dayan almost fell down, but finally managed to regain his balance, looking at Ma Sanpao in shock.

However, he could only stare at him, who would let him have a son who could live up to his expectations?

"Hey, Uncle Ma, how are you these days?"

Yang Jun desperately pulled his hand back.

This old guy's hands are quite strong, and a layer of skin is almost peeled off from his hands.

"It's good, it's good. I have three meals a day, a lot of meals, and I can still work in the fields. That's..."

Having said that, it seems that it is inappropriate to say this now.

His face turned slightly red, and he continued: "That's your grandpa...hey."

Yang Jun saw this and smiled bitterly.

"No one will get sick if he eats whole grains. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the laws of nature."

"Yes, yes, being a leader requires a high level of consciousness."

At this time, Yang Jun saw Liu Dayan standing there awkwardly, so he took the initiative to say hello.

"Uncle Big Eyes, you are here."

"Cough...cough...jun...that leader, welcome you back to your hometown with honor."

Liu Dayan stepped forward to shake hands with Yang Jun as if he was flattered.

He had already learned about Yang Jun's promotion to the top leadership from Yang Dong.

The current Yang Jun is no longer the same Yang Jun two years ago.

Look at their current style. They have chauffeurs to travel and there are about ten security guards.

People like Yang Jun are beyond the reach of an old farmer like him.

It's polite for people to call you Uncle Big Eyes, but you must not call others by their names without rules.

Hearing this, Yang Jun waved his hand and said with a smile: "Uncle Big Eyes, I'm not coming back this time for business. Forget about the official title, you should just call me Junzi as before."

"Then...that's okay, but we can't lose the rules."

"There are no rules or regulations, that's all."

"Then... that's fine."

Liu Big Eyes looked cautious: "Junzi, I've heard about your grandfather too. Your Uncle Big Eyes doesn't have any other skills, so he can't be of much help. Some time ago, your second uncle took your grandfather to the commune. For the re-examination, I asked the commune members to drive a tractor to send him there. There is no good way to treat your grandfather's disease now, so he can only live with it."

Yang Jun nodded repeatedly while listening.

He finally heard that Liu Dayan was asking for credit in his words.

Yang Jun also knew in his heart that when he got to this level, even if he didn't say a word, there would be many people below him who would flatter him.

"Uncle Big Eyes, thank you. I heard from my second uncle that thanks to your help during this period, I really appreciate it."

As Yang Jun said this, he took out a pack of large Qianmen from his pocket, picked one and handed it to him, and also picked one for Ma Sanpao.

Liu Dayan took it respectfully with both hands, put it under his nose and sniffed it excitedly. "It's a good smoke, it's a good smoke. Isn't it worth a lot of money?"

Liu Dayan was reluctant to twitch and clamped his ears directly.

Yang Jun knew in his heart that people who smoked dry cigarette pots didn't look down on this kind of paper cigarettes at all. The reason why Liu Big Eyes acted like this was because he wanted Yang Jun to see his frightened side.

He didn't expose it either, after all, no one doesn't like to enjoy the respect of others.

He stuffed the cigarette into Liu Big Eye's hand and said, "Uncle Big Eye, if you like it, just keep it and smoke it slowly."

It's not that Yang Jun wants to flatter Liu Dayan.

Rather, he felt that his second uncle's family would have to live in his hometown in the future, and it was a good thing to have Liu Dayan, the village party secretary, taking care of them.

About a pack of cigarettes.

"Where's Lao Gui? Then...why are you so embarrassed?"

He said polite words, but his subordinates accepted them honestly.

Let’s not talk about whether the smoke is strong enough or not. This is a matter of face.

In front of so many villagers, it was such an honor for Yang Jun to look at him.

Liu Dayan took the cigarette and glanced at Ma Sanpao who was standing aside, with a slight curve in the corner of his mouth.

Look, even if your son is driving for a big leader, I, Liu Dayan, am the village party secretary after all, and the old Yang family can still use me in the future.

Ma Sanpao felt uncomfortable when he saw this.

But he couldn't show it because of his dignity. Seeing the heated fight between Yang Jun and Liu Dayan, he quickly squeezed over.

"Junzi, your grandfather is still waiting at home. Go back and take a look."

"Well, okay, Uncle Ma, I'll be right back."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he turned back to the village party secretary Liu Dayan and said, "Uncle Big Eyes, I'll go back and see grandpa first, and we'll talk later."

"Okay, go back quickly, your grandpa keeps talking about you."

After Liu Dayan finished speaking, he turned around and said to the surrounding villagers,

"What are you doing? Get out of the way, get out of the way."

After that, he personally opened the way ahead.

When Yang Jun saw this, he was not polite and followed him.

Ma Sanpao wanted to get closer to Yang Jun, but was pulled aside by Ma Juzi.

"Big, that's about it. Brother Junzi is worried now."

"That……"

Ma Sanpao was right. Yang Jun went home specifically to visit his grandfather, otherwise such a big leader would never have time to come back and hang out.

So he said: "Yes, yes, you stay with your brother Jun first. Later, I will call your eldest and second brothers. I will personally cook and prepare a table of decent meals and deliver them to you."

"Da, this is what you should do most right now."

Ma Juzi gave him a thumbs up.

After saying that, he turned around and chased after him.

Yang Jun walked toward his hometown surrounded by people.

Looking from a distance, I saw a figure on the slope of my ancestral home.

That figure was very familiar to him. It was his grandfather Yang Wenhou.

At this moment, Yang Wenhou was holding his head in his hand and watching a group of people walking towards him from a distance.

He didn't know what happened, so he had to stop what he was doing and wait there quietly.

As the figure got closer and closer, Yang Wenhou seemed to see the person he was longing for.

Pointing in the direction of the crowd, he muttered to himself.

"The eldest grandson of my old Yang family..."

"Grandson..."

The old man dropped his head and staggered towards this side.

Yang Jun saw it from a distance and ran over quickly.

"grandfather……"

The village party secretary and a group of villagers wanted to follow, but Luo Xiaojun and others lined up to block the door.

Yang Jun took two steps and dragged his grandfather's arms with both hands, tears in his eyes.

"grandfather!"

"Hey!"

Yang Wenhou responded solemnly, and a blush appeared on his pale face.

Yang Jun secretly looked at Yang Wenhou and found that the old man was in good mental condition and was not in bed to recuperate.

Yang Jun didn't want to put pressure on the old man, so he kept silent about his illness.

Supporting his grandfather and squatting on the ground, Yang Jun looked at the ground.

"Grandpa, what did you plant?"

After Yang Wenhou sat down, he took out the smoking pot from his waist, lit it and took a puff.

He smashed it in his mouth a few times, grinned and said: "Turn over the soil and prepare to plant some tobacco leaves. You can smoke new tobacco leaves in the summer."

When Yang Jun heard this, he suddenly felt his heart sinking.

Grandpa's optimistic attitude made him feel inferior to himself.

As a human being in two lifetimes, I still cannot see through life and death.

Grandpa has seen through life and death. Even though he knows that he is terminally ill, he still makes plans for the coming year.

He never thought about how long he could live. Anyway, he thought he could live one day at a time.

Yang Jun was moved by his optimistic attitude. Looking at this old man with white hair and a vicissitudes of life, Yang Jun felt so peaceful for the first time.

He stretched out his hand and said, "Grandpa, I want to try it."

Yang Wenhou smiled when he heard this.

He smiled and handed the pot to him.

Yang Jun rubbed the cigarette holder with his hand, put it in his mouth and took a puff.

A spicy smell came to his mind, making him cough.

His heavy breathing made his waist look like a prawn.

Grandpa Yang Wenhou laughed heartily when he saw this.

He took the pot and smoked for a few puffs, with a contented expression on his face.

You said quietly: "Grandson, even though you are a great leader now, you are still a little immature in this life."

"Life is like this tobacco leaf. It should be carefully cared for when you are young, strictly managed when you are in your prime. When you are old, it will turn into a pinch of ashes and give out a puff of smoke."

"What I smoke is cigarettes, but what I taste is life."

(End of this chapter)