Siheyuan: Domineering life

The next day, the old house was cleaned up and the son and his wife moved in.

Looking at his son and his friends' joyful faces, Yang Jun sighed that his children had grown up and were eager to leave their parents' arms, thinking of spreading their wings and flying high to realize their lofty ambitions.

In fact, logically speaking, his son is not young anymore. Eighteen years old is considered an adult. In ancient times, there would be a lot of children. But Yang Jun still treats him as a child and always wants to protect him. In fact, his son already has the ability to spread his wings and fly high, and no longer needs his protection.

In addition to feeling grateful that his son has grown up, Yang Jun is also genuinely pleased.

When moving, Yang Jun did not go to help, mainly because he could not save face for his father. Since ancient times, fathers and sons generally did not get along well. They were like old enemies and would fight as soon as they met. Yang Jun used to be like that, but as he grew older, he realized that his father did that for his own good.

However, when he knew how to be grateful, his father was no longer there to support him. This was an eternal regret in his heart. All he could do now was to be filial to his mother.

In fact, there was nothing much to clean up in the old house. Someone had been taking care of it, so they could just clean it up and move in. In order to take care of her son, Yi Qiu Shui specially transferred eight capable nannies from here to take care of their daily life.

While his son was moving, Yang Jun was fishing by the river.

Solid as always, Air Force.

At the beginning, Yang Jun still cared about whether it was the Air Force or whether it was embarrassing, but as time went by, he became too lazy to care about these things.

Look, after sitting for a long time, I felt a little sleepy, my eyelids were drooping, and I was about to fall asleep.

Suddenly, I heard a rush of big feet coming.

Yang Jun frowned.

He was very unhappy because someone disturbed his sleep at this time.

"Uncle Yang."

From a distance, one could hear Sun Zhaocai shouting anxiously.

Yang Jun opened his eyes and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"Is your father dead?"

It was originally a joke, but Sun Zhaocai was unexpectedly surprised when he heard it.

"How do you know?"

After he finished speaking, he quickly corrected himself: "Although he is not dead yet, he will be dead soon."

"My brother just called from home and said that my father is on his last breath and wants to see us."

Yang Jun was shocked when he heard this.

He felt a little regretful for saying such unlucky words, which were even more effective than blessing.

"To attract wealth, this kind of thing is no joke."

He completely forgot that he was the one who made the joke first.

Sun Zhaocai stamped his feet anxiously, "Uncle Yang, no matter how much I don't get along with my father, no matter how unfilial I am, I will never joke about this kind of thing."

"My father really only has one breath left."

Seeing that he didn't seem to be joking, Yang Jun also became serious.

"Then what are you waiting for? Go back and see your father for the last time."

As Yang Jun spoke, he walked out in a hurry.

Sun Dashan was his friend and confidant, so he had to go and see him for the last time.

During this period, his old friends left him one after another, and he is in a very bad mood now. First it was his second uncle Liu Haizhong and third uncle Yan Bugui, then it was Wei Daquan, and now it is Sun Dashan. He doesn't know who will be the next one.

He felt extremely heavy when he thought about his old friends leaving him one by one.

"Has Zhaodi been notified?" Yang Jun asked.

"My sister and Shazhu went there before us." Sun Zhaocai replied.

Although this guy usually looks heartless and has been at odds with his father for a lifetime, when the critical moment comes, he is still worried about his father. His face is full of panic, which has never happened before.

"This girl...she's really impatient."

Arriving at the gatehouse, Yang Jun asked the guard to prepare the car.

As soon as he finished giving the order, he changed his tone and said, "The car is too late. Notify the airport and prepare a helicopter for me."

Sun Zhaocai's hometown is about three or four hundred miles away from the city. If you drive there, it will take at least half a day. The mountains are rugged, and it is about to get dark, so it may take even longer. Yang Jun decided to use a helicopter.

Given his status and treatment, he has a private plane to serve him, and as for mobilizing a helicopter, that is even easier.

"Uncle Yang, is there still enough time?" Sun Zhaocai looked at Yang Jun with concern.

"It will be in time, trust me."

Seeing Sun Zhaocai so nervous, Yang Jun comforted him.

Afterwards, Yang Jun and his group took a car to the airport.

When we arrived at the airport, a helicopter was already waiting there.

Yang Jun didn't waste any time and directly asked the pilot to take off.

With a helicopter, the speed was much faster. It took about half an hour to reach the sky above Sun Zhaocai’s hometown.

Because it was night and the helicopter was not familiar with the terrain as it had not been back for many years, it circled over the village for nearly ten minutes before finding an open space to land.

After getting off the plane, Sun Zhaocai, relying on his vague memory, took Yang Jun and his group straight home.

"father!"

As soon as he arrived at the door of his house, Sun Zhaocai suddenly started howling.

Yang Jun was shocked.

Seeing this, Yang Jun glared at him.

"Shut up."

"Your father is not dead yet, don't let your howl send him away."

Upon hearing this, Sun Zhaocai stopped crying immediately, pursed his lips slightly, and looked very emotional.

Sun family.

The inside and outside of the temple were filled with people. They were all villagers from the village. According to the village rules, they all came to see the dying person off.

Everyone stood there in silence with heavy expressions.

"Lucky."

Some elderly people in the village couldn't help but shout out when they saw Sun Zhaocai and his companions coming.

Sun Zhaocai didn't say anything either, and walked in with a sullen face.

Yang Jun was one step behind him, following behind.

"Hey, kid, you're late."

Some people couldn't help but whisper.

I, Yang Jun, was walking behind. After hearing this, my heart skipped a beat and I thought to myself: It's bad.

Maybe I'm really late.

However, he still held on to a glimmer of hope and staggered forward.

"father!"

As soon as Yang Jun reached the door, he heard Sun Zhaocai howling again.

This time Yang Jun said nothing, because he saw Sun Dashan lying straight in the living room with a piece of yellow paper covering his face. There was a brazier burning next to him, and Sun Zhaocai's brothers and sisters were all in mourning.

In the corner next to her, there was a woman curled up and squatting there. She was holding a child of about two or three years old and was squatting there, wiping her tears.

Yang Jun recognized him at a glance. She was Sun Dashan's second wife, Ma Xiaocui. Seeing this scene, Yang Jun's mood instantly sank.

I didn't expect that no matter how hard I tried, I was still a step too late and didn't even get to see Sun Dashan for the last time.

This may be the biggest tragedy of their lives.

However, Yang Jun had no regrets about this. What's the big deal about meeting him? It was nothing more than a scene of life and death. He was already so old that he had already let go of life and death.

Sun Zhaocai knelt there and cried loudly. He was the saddest cryer in the entire mourning hall.

Among his six brothers and sisters, he and Sun Dashan are the only ones who don't get along. The two have been at odds with each other for more than ten years. They don't talk to each other when they meet, like enemies. But in the end, Sun Zhaocai still loves his old father the most.

When Sun Zhaocai's other brothers and sisters and their families saw that Yang Jun had also arrived, instead of sadness, there was a look of joy on their faces. Some of them even stood up to greet him.

"Uncle Yang."

The first person to speak was Sun Zhaocai's younger brother Sun Zhaofu. This guy was only one year younger than Sun Zhaocai. Like Sun Zhaocai, he was also big and strong, even stronger than Sun Zhaocai. Sun Dashan and these kids knew Yang Jun, and Sun Dashan would usually bring them with him when he came to see him.

Yang Jun did not take care of Sun Dashan's other children as he did with his siblings Sun Zhaocai and Sun Zhaodi. However, they are also doing well. With the help of Yang Jun's connections, they are now managers in state-owned companies and are leaders of some size.

There were other people in the room, they were all Sun Dashan’s sons, grandsons, daughters-in-law, etc. They were kneeling there in mourning.

Hearing the call, Yang Jun nodded slightly at him, then walked up to Sun Dashan and bowed three times.

Rural people don't care about bowing, that is the custom of city people. What they care about is the kneeling ceremony, that is, no matter who you are, you have to kowtow as long as you are not an elder who has died.

Yang Jun naturally wouldn't do that. Besides, his status didn't allow it. Bowing was considered giving them face.

After bowing, looking at Sun Dashan lying there motionless, Yang Jun felt inexplicably heavy.

He took a step forward, reached out to open a slit in the yellow paper on Sun Dashan's face, and glanced at him.

Sun Dashan's face was golden and it looked like he had been dead for some time. He was probably dead when they set out from Yanjing.

Looking at the eight-foot-tall burly man lying on the bed in front of him, Yang Jun felt a sense of sympathy.

Everyone is just here to go through life in this world, no matter if you are an eight-foot-tall man or a three-foot-tall child. In the end, your body will be covered by three feet of earth, and no one is an exception.

Yang Jun put down the yellow paper and came to Ma Xiaocui.

Ma Xiaocui looked at Yang Jun, tears falling down her face. She didn't know what happened to the baby she was carrying and kept crying.

"His Uncle Yang..."

Ma Xiaocui screamed, then choked with sobs and became speechless.

Yang Jun nodded and squatted next to her.

He asked quietly, "Why did you leave so suddenly, brother?"

On the way, he also asked Sun Zhaocai, but Sun Zhaocai had no clue. He only found out about his father's death when he received a call from his younger brother and sister in a hurry. He didn't know the specific reason for his death.

When Ma Xiaocui heard Yang Jun ask this question, tears started to flow again.

Ma Xiaocui looked sad, as if she wanted to cry but had no tears, and was too sad to speak.

She shook her head and said nothing.

Instead, Sun Zhaofu started to curse: "It was all because of this bitch. She killed my father."

"Uncle Yang, you must seek justice for my father and let this woman be buried with my father."

Yang Jun frowned when he heard this.

Without saying a word, he walked up and slapped him in the face.

"The elders are talking here, so why should you, a junior, interrupt?"

"Besides, she's your stepmother. Is that how you talk to him?"

Sun Zhaofu: "But, Uncle Yang, he was the one who killed my father. I saw it with my own eyes."

Sun Dashan's other sisters and children also echoed it.

"Yes, Uncle Yang, my father was killed by this woman. We can all testify to this."

Brothers and sisters Sun Zhaocai, Sun Zhaofu, Sun Zhaolu, Sun Zhaoxi, and Sun Zhaoshou all accused Ma Xiaocui of being the murderer who killed their father.

Yang Jun frowned when he heard this.

Slow down the noisy noise, his mood was extremely bad.

Ma Xiaocui squatted in the corner, hugging her son Yu Zhi tightly and wiping her tears. She did not explain and seemed to acquiesce that Sun Dashan was killed by her.

Seeing this, Yang Jun became even more suspicious.

"Shut up, everyone."

Yang Jun roared, and the mourning hall suddenly became quiet.

Yang Jun turned around and said to Luo Xiaojun who was standing at the door.

"Xiaojun, clear the area and don't allow anyone to approach the mourning hall."

"Yes, uncle."

Luo Xiaojun responded, then waved his hand, and a group of guards immediately drove out the neighbors who were watching, and then he personally led them to guard the gate.

After all the villagers left, only Sun Dashan's family was left in the mourning hall.

Yang Jun saw that the mourning hall was still noisy, so he glanced at everyone and said, "Except for you brothers and sisters, everyone else should stay away."

Upon seeing this, several daughters-in-law and sons-in-law of the Sun family looked at each other, then led their children out of the mourning hall.

After they left, only Yang Jun, Ma Xiaocui, Sun Zhaocai and their brothers and sisters were left in the mourning hall.

"Now tell me, what's going on?" Yang Jun glanced at them, then stopped his gaze on Ma Xiaocui.

He didn't believe that Ma Xiaocui killed Sun Dashan. The couple had a good relationship and there was no murder for money or other purpose. Yang Jun believed that there must be a secret that he didn't know about.

Compared with the Sun family's gang, Ma Xiaocui is undoubtedly the weaker party, so Yang Jun hopes to give the first chance to speak to Ma Xiaocui.

Hearing this, Ma Xiaocui let the tears wet her face and shook her head.

"I...I admit that I was the one who killed Old Sun."

After saying this, he stopped talking, lowered his head, and let the tears drip onto his chest.

"Uncle Yang, you heard it, she herself admitted that she killed my father, there is nothing to say now, right?" Sun Zhaofu shouted.

In this family, Sun Zhaocai and Sun Zhaodi had left long ago, and Sun Zhaofu was the oldest in the family, so his brothers and sisters usually followed him and listened to him in everything.

"Uncle Yang, you must avenge my father."

"Yes, Uncle Yang, you must uphold justice and clear my father's name."

Sun Zhaoxi and a few others echoed this.

Yang Jun frowned when he heard this.

Ma Xiaocui's answer was beyond his expectations.

He originally wanted to give Ma Xiaocui a chance to explain, but who knew the result would be like this. How could he still favor her?

It’s not that Yang Jun didn’t want to get to the bottom of this matter, but he didn’t believe at all that Ma Xiaocui would kill Sun Dashan.

That is absolutely impossible.

"You all shut up."

Facing their quarrel, Yang Jun scolded them again.

Seeing Ma Xiaocui's resigned look, Yang Jun felt that there must be something hidden.

"Sister-in-law, come out with me for a moment." (End of this chapter)