Siheyuan: Domineering life

Chapter 806 Sun Zhaocai Domestic Violence

If it were Yang Jun before, he would not have allowed Yang Huai to get married at such a young age even if he were beaten to death.

But he won't do that now.

His mood is different, which directly affects his attitude towards life.

Before he was married, or before he got married and had children, his mind was still on his family. But since he had his own children, his mind has basically been on his small family. As for the big family, He doesn't have that much thought about his younger brothers and sisters anymore.

They are all married people, and he can no longer control them like before. They are adults and have their own standards of judgment. If they talk too much, they will be unhappy.

Therefore, Yang Jun can ignore it.

Let’s talk about Yang Huai, it’s just a crooked jujube tree. From childhood to adulthood, Yang Jun has worried more about him than Yang Mei and the rest of them combined. Today, if the boss comes to complain, tomorrow he will be punished by the West. The door was blocked at home, and Yang Jun's heart was already broken and riddled with holes in order to wipe his butt.

This time, I just want to take advantage of this incident to throw this scourge out, and whoever wants to worry about it should worry about it.

If he ends up entering the fence, it will save trouble and teach him a lesson.

Early the next morning, Yang Jun went to the yard next door.

Lao Wu is leading people to decorate the yard, and everything inside and outside the yard needs to be painted.

"Work carefully."

Lao Wu walked around the yard with his hands behind his back.

"Boss, does this master's family have a good background? Otherwise, why would you personally take action?" A bricklayer asked at this time.

Lao Wu's face darkened: "Monkey, do your job, don't pry around when you shouldn't pry."

"Boss, let me ask you, why are you so anxious?"

"Don't even ask." Lao Wu shouted loudly.

At this time, Lao Wu clapped his hands and signaled everyone to come together.

After a while, everyone gathered together.

Lao Wu looked around, cleared his throat, and said: "The rules say that you rely on your craftsmanship to make a living. Just concentrate on your work. Don't pry around when you shouldn't. If you cause any trouble, I will save you." Can’t help you.”

"Also, watch your mouth, close your ears, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't listen to what you shouldn't hear, and the master will reward you if you do a good job, but if anyone talks too much, If you get into trouble, you'll be responsible for it."

"Did everyone hear clearly?"

"Listen clearly." Everyone said in unison.

"Then let's work." Lao Wu clapped his hands and said.

At this time, Yang Chengwu came in.

"Master Lao Wu, my godfather asked me to send you money."

It was not convenient for Yang Jun to come forward, so he asked Yang Chengwu to be responsible for the decoration of the house.

Lao Wu looked back and hurriedly greeted him.

"Oh, Fifth Young Master, I'm sorry to ask you to make a special trip."

"The big boss and I have been acquaintances for more than ten years. We don't have to worry about money. We can just wait until the work is done."

Today's Lao Wu is no longer the old Lao Wu. He used to be poor and had to pay for the decoration from the owner's family. Now he doesn't need it. He can advance the money and settle the accounts together after the decoration is completed.

The fifth scoundrel is very arrogant and likes to speak directly.

He directly stuffed a wad of money into Lao Wu's hand and said, "It's not like you don't know that my godfather never likes to owe others money. You just keep what he gives and pay the rest after the work is done. "

"Then...then I'll accept it."

To be honest, Lao Wu was a little afraid of Yang Chengwu.

I'm going to say a few more words, and I'm sure I won't look good on you.

Lao Wu didn't dare to offend him, and was even more afraid of him than Yang Jun.

He respects Yang Jun, but is afraid of Yang Chengwu.

Unlike Yang Jun, who is a little more humane in his work, this guy does things unscrupulously and is very ruthless, almost forcing people to their death.

"By the way, my godfather said that all decorations must be of the best quality. Don't be afraid of spending money and don't save money for him. In short, just decorate the house well." Yang Chengwu said.

"Fifth Young Master, don't worry. I, the Fifth Young Master, have been working for the big boss all my life. I know what to do and I will definitely not let him down."

"Okay, then I'll leave the things here to you. If you have any questions, you can come to me at any time. Don't bother your godfather."

"Don't worry, you will never disturb the big boss."

Afterwards, Yang Chengwu wandered away.

Next door, Yang Jun sat under the eaves at the door to bask in the sun after having breakfast.

"Husband, aren't you going to work today?"

Yi Qiushui had packed up and was getting ready to go to work.

Yang Jun curled up in the wicker chair, squinted his eyes and said lazily,

"It's just a matter of basking in the sun. It's better to do it at home."

"Hey, you're quite laid back."

Yi Qiushui opened the car door and was about to get in. After hearing this, she simply closed the door.

"If you don't go, I won't go either."

Yang Jun smiled and said, "What does it have to do with you whether I go to work or not?"

As status increases, individuals have more and more time at their disposal, and people's freedom is relaxed to the greatest extent.

The ultimate goal of people's pursuit of money and power is to minimize the constraints of the world's rules on themselves.

Yang Jun is now in a high position and has truly realized his wish to spend a day with a cup of tea and a newspaper. However, his wish seems to be more realistic and he can work from home.

Yi Qiushui moved a stool and sat next to him, lay back and said lazily,

"I just like being with you, what do you want?"

Yang Jun spread his hands and said, "I wish I could."

"Let's not lie here anymore. Why don't we go back to the room and compete in martial arts?"

Yi Qiushui glared at him: "You want to die."

"The couple stayed indoors in broad daylight and did not go out, and they were not afraid of being laughed at."

"We have proof that you and I are consensual. What are we afraid of?"

"Go away... you are becoming more and more unserious."

"return……"

Just as Yang Jun was about to say something, he heard a shrill cry.

The two people immediately listened with open ears.

"It seems like Lucky is beating the child again." Yi Qiushui murmured to herself.

Yang Jun sighed and said: "This child will beat the child if he has the same virtue as his father."

This is how Sun Dashan educated his children, and now that Sun Zhaocai has children, he also educates them in this way.

This is simply a son inheriting his father's legacy.

"Aren't you going to have a look?"

Yang Jun shook his head and said: "No matter what, it won't be the same again."

"Then you have to take care of it. Listen to how miserable the child is."

Sun Zhaocai's home and Yang Jun's home were separated by two houses. From such a distance, you could still hear the children's miserable screams. You can imagine how badly Sun Zhaocai was beaten.

"Ow!"

As the screams got closer and closer, Yang Jun could tell that the child was scared and running towards his home.

Whenever a child can't bear the beating, he will run to the Yang family, because there are people here who can control Sun Zhaocai.

"Ow!"

Listening to the sound, the child would be at the door of the house soon, but as he listened, the sound became distant.

"Hey, I was taken back by Zhaocai again."

Yi Qiushui pushed Yang Jun.

"Husband, please take care of it. If you don't take care of the child anymore, you will be beaten to death."

Yang Jun wanted to laugh when he heard this. He didn't care about his son's virtue, so how could he have the nerve to care about other people's affairs.

Yi Qiushui suddenly became unhappy when she saw that Yang Jun was silent.

He stood up from the chair in a hurry.

"You don't care, I don't care."

"I don't believe it anymore. The Lucky Club won't give me face as an aunt."

After saying that, he took Sun Zhaodi away.

Next door is Sun Zhaocai's house.

Sun Zhaocai grabbed his eldest son Sun Xiaoguo's hands tightly, and slapped his son's butt hard with a slap as big as a palm.

His son was only seven years old this year. How could a small child stand up to his age? With that slap, his whole body trembled and trembled. The child held his neck and howled, almost dying of crying.

Sun Zhaocai's wife, Yan Erni, was hiding aside with her other children in her arms, trembling with fear, tears streaming down her cheeks. She was powerless to stop all this. If she dared to persuade him, Sun Zhaocai would beat her up too.

"stop."

The speaker was Sun Zhaodi.

As soon as she entered the yard, she saw her nephew being beaten to the point of death, and tears of distress welled up in her eyes.

"Sister, I'm educating my children, please don't interfere."

When Sun Zhaocai saw that it was Sun Zhaodi, he didn't take it to heart and continued to beat his son with all his strength.

Seeing this, Sun Zhaodi stepped forward and kicked his hand.

Seeing this, Sun Zhaocai subconsciously retracted his hand.

He looked at Sun Zhaocai in disbelief.

"Sister, if you interfere again, I'll beat you too."

When Sun Zhaodi heard this, she was so angry that she trembled all over. She pointed at Sun Zhaocai and said,

"Okay, let me see how much you weigh."

After saying that, he stopped talking nonsense and pounced directly.

When Sun Zhaocai saw this, he did not dare to look down upon him and said while parrying.

"Sister, if you don't stop, I'm going to do it for real."

Sun Zhaodi didn't say anything and greeted him with her fists.

"Okay, in that case, don't blame me for being rude."

After saying that, Sun Zhaocai began to fight back.

Both of them are perverts to ordinary people, but perverts also have strengths and weaknesses. Sun Zhaodi was a woman after all, so she fell into a disadvantage after a few rounds and received a lot of punches on her body.

"Lucky, please stop."

Yi Qiushui, who arrived later, felt extremely distressed when she saw Sun Zhaodi being beaten.

The two siblings fought so fiercely that each fist was filled with punching wind, which frightened her so much that she didn't dare to get close.

"Zhaocai, if you hurt your sister, I'm not done with you."

Sun Zhaodi was Yi Qiushui's favorite child. She usually treated her as her own daughter, but now that she was being beaten, Yi Qiushui burst into tears.

"Godmother, please stay away, don't hurt you."

Sun Zhaodi received a lot of punches and kicks, but under such circumstances, she was still thinking about Yi Qiushui.

"Zhao Di, stop fighting, you are no match for him." Yi Qiushui cried anxiously beside him.

"Godmother, I can still carry it, please stay away."

While Sun Zhaodi was talking, she received a few more punches, including a kick from Sun Zhaocai on her lower abdomen, which was so painful that she almost fell down.

"Zhaocai, do you hear me? Stop it now."

Seeing that Sun Zhaodi was beaten so badly, Yi Qiushui rushed to break up the fight regardless of the danger.

But the two siblings were so jealous that they didn't even notice Yi Qiushui coming over.

At this time, Sun Zhaocai punched his sister Sun Zhaodi's face. When Yi Qiushui saw this, she screamed and rushed over to push Sun Zhaocai away. Unexpectedly, her arm touched Yi Qiushui and cut her to the ground.

"Daughter."

Sun Zhaodi screamed in surprise and rushed over without bothering with Sun Zhaocai.

Seeing Yi Qiushui fall to the ground, Sun Zhaocai was stunned for a moment, and then he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground.

"Auntie, I...I didn't mean it."

Sun Zhaodi was so angry that she kicked him, then squatted down to check Yi Qiushui's injury.

"Godmother, how are you?"

Yi Qiushui covered the injured part of her shoulder with one hand. The muscles on her face wrinkled together due to pain, and a few tears squeezed out of her eyes.

"Zhao Di, my godmother is fine, how are you?"

"Godmother, you are stupid. I told you not to come up. Why didn't you listen?" Sun Zhaodi cried heartbrokenly.

Yi Qiushui wiped away the tears on her cheeks with her hands and comforted: "Silly girl, my godmother feels sorry for you."

"Damn..."

The two mothers hugged each other and cried. "what happened?"

Yang Jun, who heard the noise, came over and happened to see this scene.

"My godfather, it was because of his luck that he beat my godmother like this."

Sun Zhaodi pointed at Sun Zhaocai and said.

Yang Jun was stunned, then glared angrily.

"Uncle Yang, I... didn't mean it. Please listen to my explanation."

Yang Jun glared at him, then went over to support Yi Qiushui.

"How? Where is the injury?"

Yi Qiushui shook her head at him, and then shook her arms a few more times.

"It's okay, it's better now."

"Are you really okay? Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Yang Jun rubbed his arm and found that it could still move, so it shouldn't be a big problem.

Then, he lifted her up from the ground.

She saw a stool in the corridor, so she helped her over.

After Yang Jun settled her down, he looked back at Sun Zhaodi who was covered in footprints and asked,

"Zhaodi, are you okay?"

"Daddy, I'm fine. I just got a few blows."

Yang Jun nodded after hearing this.

He patted her shoulder and reassured her that he was here.

After settling the two of them, Yang Jun began to unbutton his coat.

"Uncle Yang, please listen to my explanation. I really didn't mean it."

When Sun Zhaocai saw this, he knew he was going to suffer.

Yang Jun didn't listen at all. He was now filled with anger.

He originally didn't want to get involved in this matter, but now that Yi Qiushui and Sun Zhaodi were beaten, no matter how generous he was, he couldn't just watch his wife and daughter being bullied.

"Uncle Yang, I was wrong. Can I admit my mistake to my aunt?"

When Sun Zhaocai saw this, he was so frightened that he quickly got up from the ground and hid around.

Yang Jun threw his coat on the ground and started to roll up his sleeves.

"Erni, see how the child is doing?"

In fact, Yan Erni had already held Sun Xiaoguo in her arms when Sun Zhaocai and his brother were fighting.

At this moment, after hearing this, he shook his head and said to Yang Jun: "Uncle Yang, the child is okay."

Yang Jun nodded after hearing this.

He turned back to Sun Zhaocai and said, "Do you like beating people? Today I will let you taste what it feels like to be beaten."

A few years ago, Yang Jun was no longer Sun Zhaocai's opponent, but even so, Sun Zhaocai did not dare to fight back and had to hide around the yard.

"You stop for me."

"No, I'm not stupid."

Shun Zhaocai was like a child, circling around the pillar with Yang Jun.

Yang Jun chased for several laps but failed to catch up.

"Okay, let's see how long you can run."

His hand suddenly touched the back of his waist, and there was a pistol in his hand.

"Crack!"

Bullets loaded.

"No, Uncle Yang, how can you be so serious?"

"boom!"

Yang Jun deliberately aimed at him and missed, and the bullet grazed his ear and hit the wall behind him.

The door was suddenly opened, and a dozen guards armed with guns and nuclear bombs rushed in from the outside, as well as Ma Juzi Yang Anguo and others who heard the gunfire.

Seeing the situation in the yard, everyone immediately pointed their guns at Sun Zhaocai.

Regardless of Sun Zhaocai's identity, as long as it is detrimental to Yang Jun, they naturally know what to do.

"Don't move."

Yang Jun raised his hand to signal them to put down their guns, and then threw the gun in his hand to a guard behind him.

"Tie the man up for me."

"Yes."

A group of guards immediately swarmed up and pushed the tall and tall Sun Zhaocai to the ground.

Ma Juzi found a rope as thick as his thumb from the back room, and several people worked together to tie Sun Zhaocai tightly like a rice dumpling.

"Uncle Yang, I was wrong."

Sun Zhaocai knew that he should not accidentally injure Yi Qiushui, and he regretted it at this time.

"Juzi, find me a stronger stick."

Yang Jungen ignored him, and then ordered: "Stop his mouth."

Everyone did not plead for mercy and acted according to Yang Jun's orders.

I saw a child's diaper on the clothesline in the yard. I pulled it off, kneaded it into a ball, and stuffed it into Sun Zhaocai's mouth.

Sun Zhaocai whined, but Yang Jun turned a deaf ear to all this.

"elder brother."

Ma Juzi handed Yang Jun a stick, which was removed from the shovel.

Yang Jun weighed it in his hand for a few times and felt that it was quite handy.

"boom!"

Without saying anything, he hit Sun Zhaocai on the body with a stick.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The rammer let out a shrill scream.

"Now do you know what it feels like to be hit with a stick?"

"Bang bang bang!"

Yang Jun struck with anger, making a numbing sound every time. The sticks and flesh and bones made a dull sound, like a roar that had been suppressed for a long time and erupted in silence.

"Uncle Yang, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Although Sun Zhaocai had a diaper stuffed in his mouth, the sound he made was clearly audible.

Yang Jun's attack was much heavier than that of Sun Dashan. It was really a stick to the flesh.

Sun Dashan called it education, Yang Jun called it beating, and they were beating at different levels.

When Sun Dashan struck, he still had a sense of severity. After all, he was his son, so he couldn't kill him. But Yang Jun was different.

"Aw... ah..."

Everyone who heard the howls couldn't bear to watch, and some even simply covered their ears.

Yi Qiushui, Sun Zhaodi, Yan Erni and others also couldn't bear to see this scene and turned their heads to the side.

They hoped that Sun Zhaocai would receive a lesson from this and see if he would dare to hit someone casually next time.

"boom!"

The arm-thick wooden stick suddenly broke into two pieces.

Yang Jun straightened up out of breath, his head covered with sweat from exhaustion.

After taking a few deep breaths, he threw away half of the stick in his hand.

"Juzi, find another thick one..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Jun felt his hands tighten. He looked down and saw a stick in his hand that was slightly thicker than before.

Ma Juzi grinned, nodded and stepped aside.

Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

You kid is very good at guessing people's hearts. Why don't you help me take a few turns?

Yang Jun said that beating people is also physical work.

"I'll let you hit the child again."

Yang Jun shouted loudly, holding the stick with both hands and smashing it down.

Although he was angry, he was not confused yet.

There must be a reason for beating someone, not an excuse to avenge his wife, otherwise people will say that he has no way of finding an elder, so he can only use the excuse of his children to teach his grandchildren to make money.

After fighting for a few more minutes, Yang Jun finally stopped.

At this moment, Sun Zhaocai's face was covered with tears, and the muscles on his face were twisted into a ball due to pain.

He was exhausted and no longer had the strength to howl.

"Idiot, next time I hear you spank a child, I will spank you as many times as you spank the child."

"I do what I say."

Yang Jun reached out to take the tea handed over by Yang Anguo, took a few big sips, and then returned the cup to him.

"Put a stake at the door and tie this guy to it. He's not allowed to put it down for three days."

"I let him know what it means to be ashamed, and let's see if he dares to hit children casually in the future."

Ma Juzi and the others looked at each other in confusion.

"Brother, isn't this good?"

In any case, Sun Zhaocai is also the father of three children. He is tied to a pillar in front of his house. How will he behave in the future?

"Ok?"

Yang Jun's face darkened.

When Ma Juzi and the others saw this, they quickly said: "Okay, brother, we will take care of it right away."

Ma Juzi responded, then waved his hand and said: "What are you doing with the pestle? Just move."

Everyone heard the words and took action one after another.

Some people are carrying shovels, some are holding trowels, and some are looking for thicker stakes...

In less than half an hour, a wooden stake was erected in front of Sun Zhaocai's house.

Everyone worked together to drag Sun Zhaocai, who weighed [-] kilograms, to the door and tied him to a pillar.

Looking at the tied-up Sun Zhaocai, Yang Jun said: "Leave two people to guard him. No one is allowed to let him go for less than three days."

At this time, Sun Zhaocai had already returned to his former playful and smiling face.

He looked at the body that was tied into a rice dumpling by the rope, raised his head and looked at Yang Jun with a smile.

"Uncle Yang, let alone three days, ten days is fine, but you can't deny me food."

Seeing Sun Zhaocai being beaten into a pig's head, Yang Jun shook his head speechlessly.

How long has it been, and I’m still thinking about eating it.

"Haha, I almost forgot if you didn't mention it."

Yang Jun turned around and said to the two guards on guard: "Remember, you can only give people something to drink, not food."

"Yes, big leader."

The two guards saluted.

After Yang Jun finished his instructions, he looked back at Sun Xiaoguo in Yan Erni's arms.

The child was tired from crying just now, and now he has fallen asleep in his mother's arms.

Yang Jun checked his injuries. He was covered in bruises and bruises, but there were no other external injuries.

To be on the safe side, Yang Jun said: "Take the child to the hospital for a checkup."

Yan Erni: "No need, this kid is very solid."

"Ok?"

Yang Jun glared at her.

Yan Erni was startled and said quickly: "Uncle Yang, I will take the child to the hospital right away."

Yang Jun turned back to Yi Qiushui and said, "Get some money for the child."

Hearing this, Yi Qiushui took out 30 yuan from his pocket and handed it to her.

"Er Ni, take the child to the hospital to make sure there are no internal injuries."

Yan Erni held 30 yuan in her hand and choked with sobs: "Thank you, Auntie, thank you, Uncle Yang."

(End of this chapter)