Siheyuan: Domineering life

The next morning, Yang Jun boarded a plane back to his hometown.

He took a private plane with no time limit and could fly whenever he wanted, which was very convenient.

"Godfather, how long can we stay this time?"

On the plane, Yang Chengliu, Yang Chengwu and Lucy also followed Yang Jun back to attend the funeral of their second uncle Yang Dong.

It has been more than a year since Lucy returned to the mainland. During this year, she and Yang Chengliu got along very well, and they were like best friends. After Lucy came back, she learned Chinese from Yang Chengliu, and now she speaks Chinese very well, to the point where she can communicate without any obstacles.

Looking at this goddaughter with a Western face, Yang Jun sighed that time passed so quickly. In a blink of an eye, Lucy adapted to the life here.

"A few hours."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he added: "However, if you are willing to stay there for a few more days, you can stay there."

Yang Jun has a special status and cannot appear in public for a long time. After attending his second uncle's funeral, he came back immediately.

"Ah, godfather, can't you stay with us for a few more days?"

Lucy pouted and said, "You've never been with me before?"

"Godfather is busy and has no time to accompany you. Besides, doesn't Xiaoliu accompany you?"

"Yeah, you're busy fishing and drinking tea all day," Lucy complained.

"Pfft!"

Yang Chengliu and Yang Chengwu, who were standing by, couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

Yang Jun glared at the two of them and asked, "Did you two teach her?"

"Oh, godfather, you can't wrongly accuse me. The time I have spent with Lucy is not even as long as the time you have spent with him. How could I have taught her bad things?" Yang Chengwu spread his hands.

Yang Jun looked at Yang Chengliu.

Yang Chengliu spread his hands and said, "I didn't teach you that either."

"Besides, Lucy is not blind. Everyone can see you drinking tea and fishing every day."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes at her, then asked, "Is it because I don't let you go out that you have a problem with it?"

"How dare we? Your words are the imperial decree, and we must strictly abide by them."

It can be seen that Xiaoliu has complaints about Yang Jun's restriction on them from going out to play.

"I think you are the most daring one." Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

"Godfather, I really don't have that." Yang Chengliu said with a smile, "You are right, we must wait until grandma is over the seventh period before we can go out."

"Oh, by the way, tomorrow is grandma's seventh day after her death, right? We still have to go to her grave then, right?"

"It's good that you remember it. It's worth it that your grandma loved you so much when she was alive." Yang Jun.

"I always remember that grandma was the best to me."

At this point, Yang Chengliu's eyes turned red: "I still remember the first time I came home, it was my grandmother who brought me home. She loved me like her own granddaughter, and gave me all the delicious food..."

"What a pity...I will never see grandma again."

After saying this, his eyes were covered with a layer of translucent substance.

Seeing this, Yang Jun held her hand and said, "Just remember this. As long as you are all well, your grandmother will be pleased in her grave."

"Yes, as an elder, she doesn't ask for anything in return from us. As long as we are healthy, she will feel at ease." Yang Chengwu echoed.

Lucy sat there without saying a word. When she entered the Yang family's house, Wang Yuying had already moved to the ancestral hall. Apart from meeting a few times, the two of them did not have much communication, so Lucy's feelings for Wang Yuying were not as deep as those for Xiaowu and Xiaoliu.

“During the holidays, you just need to visit grandma more often.” Yang Jun said.

"Of course we will." The three nodded.

At this time, the three of them changed the heavy topic and looked outside the plane.

After flying for about two hours, the plane entered the Loess Plateau. What came into view was a vast expanse of yellow. The entire surface was bare, looking a bit desolate, giving people a desolate feeling.

Seeing such a scene in his hometown, Yang Jun felt inexplicably heavy.

He also wanted to do something for his hometown, but he was powerless. Sometimes the development of a place requires not only financial support, but also policy bias. He knew clearly what the development would be like in the next few decades. It was impossible for too many resources to be allocated to this barren land, and the future would still be barren.

The country has such a vast land but so few resources, so naturally we have to use the best steel where it is needed most, and resources are tilted towards coastal cities. Even in the next hundred years, it is impossible to consider this barren land.

The policy tilt will naturally bring about a series of changes. The population here is seriously lost, with dozens or even hundreds of villages disappearing every year. In pursuit of a better life, people leave their homes and settle down in other places.

It's a vicious cycle.

However, no one can change all this. Survival of the fittest is the law of nature. It is natural for people to live near water and grass and pursue a better life.

However, it is not a barren scene now, at least not yet.

After getting off the plane, Yang Jun and his group took a car and drove to a remote mountainous area.

After about half an hour, the car left the downtown area and drove into the endless mountains.

On the road, you can sometimes see people grazing and farming. The Spring Festival has just passed and the weather is unusually cold. They are all wearing sheepskin coats with white sheep bellies on their heads, which is very local.

The mountain road was bumpy, and Yang Jun and his group felt dizzy and almost vomited what they had eaten in the morning.

On the way, we had to stop to rest several times.

At about twelve o'clock, Yang Jun and his group finally entered the village.

As soon as you enter the village, you will see a world of white. From the village entrance to my second uncle's house, the whole way is filled with white balloons and wreaths, so densely packed that it looks very spectacular.

The Yang family is a prominent family in the village, especially in recent years, after the brothers Yang Anguo and Yang Anbang became rich, the Yang brothers have become well-known figures far and wide. Now that there is a funeral in the family, they have to take this opportunity to show off.

Yang Jun clearly remembers that the first time he returned to his hometown was to attend his grandmother's funeral. At that time, the funeral was very shabby and few people in the clan wore mourning clothes. It was not that they were not allowed to wear them, but that conditions were limited at that time. Except for a few close relatives, others did not have the money to wear mourning clothes.

But now it’s different. Almost everyone, whether they are members of the Yang family or outsiders with other surnames, wears mourning clothes.

The Yang family is now prosperous and everyone wants to curry favor with them.

After the car entered the village, a group of people immediately followed behind it. They covered their eyes with their hands and looked desperately into the car to see if it was Yang Jun who came.

To the brothers Yang Anguo and Yang Anbang, Yang Jun is like a bright moon compared to a firefly. The one who has done the best in the Yang family has to be Yang Jun. He is a big leader and belongs to the small group at the top of the pyramid. Usually, they regard themselves as a capable person in the village. Now that this capable person is back, they naturally want to see Yang Jun's style.

"The big leader is back."

Someone shouted, and the village immediately became lively. Many people dropped their work and ran over.

For a moment, the car was surrounded and could not move at all for a long time.

Seeing this, Yang Jun quickly opened the car door.

He can't be so arrogant in front of his family, or people will think he is arrogant.

Seeing this, Luo Xiaojun opened the car door for Yang Jun first, and then a group of guards protected him.

"Great leader."

"Great leader."

No one knew how to greet Yang Jun, they just kept calling out, and as they called out, their voices gradually became synchronized, to the point of overwhelming the entire village.

"Hello everyone, hello everyone."

Yang Jun kept shaking hands with each of them, always with a smile on his face.

The tribesmen were very excited, holding Yang Jun's hand tightly, their faces flushed, and they kept shouting "Big Leader." "Okay, okay, everyone make way."

At this time, a man came trotting over, talking while pushing the crowd apart.

Yang Jun recognized this person. He was Ma Sanpao, the father of Ma Juzi. Following behind him was Yang Mingsheng who was hurrying over.

"Everyone, make way and let the leader go to pay respect to the elders first."

Ma Sanpao had a loud voice, as loud as thunder. At his shouting, the crowd immediately made way for him.

"Jun'er, you're here."

Yang Mingsheng hunched over and looked at him with a smile.

"Uncle, I'm back."

After that, Yang Jun looked at Ma Sanpao again: "Uncle Ma, how are you?"

"I'm fine. I can eat and drink, and I'm in good health. I can live at least another ten years." Ma Sanpao laughed.

"You are a blessed man." Yang Jun said with a smile.

"Alas, it's a pity that your second uncle doesn't have this blessing... Forget it, I won't say anymore, you should just go home quickly."

Afterwards, the group walked towards Second Uncle Yang Dong's house.

My hometown is no longer the same as it used to be. Since my second uncle Yang Dong became rich, he rebuilt a row of brick houses on the original homestead. My second uncle is a conservative man and has lived in a cave all his life. Even though he is rich now, his house is still a cave structure.

The house was very big. Yang Jun estimated that it was at least 70 meters long, and the side close to the cliff was covered with houses.

Seeing Yang Jun constantly looking at the house, Ma Sanpao said with a smile: "Big leader, this is your second uncle's house. You haven't been back for a few years, so you don't recognize it, right?"

"Yes, the changes are quite big." Yang Jun said with a smile.

"Okay, go in quickly and kowtow to your uncle." Yang Mingsheng on the side urged.

Yang Jun did not stop and walked straight into the yard.

At the entrance of the mourning hall, he saw Yi Qiu Shui, Yang Chengdao and their three sisters. They were dressed in white mourning clothes, standing there and looking at Yang Jun with smiles.

Yang Jun nodded to them, then stepped into the mourning hall.

"Second uncle."

Yang Jun pinched his nose and shouted, his voice a little hoarse, then he knelt on the ground and kowtowed.

After he kowtowed three times, Ma Sanpao and Yang Mingsheng took the initiative to help him up.

"Brother, you are here."

The Yang Anbang brothers, who were burning paper money, looked up and greeted Yang Jun.

"Ah."

Yang Jun patted them on the shoulders gently and didn't say any words of condolence because their family members didn't need that.

Afterwards, Yang Jun came to the outside of the mourning hall. Yang Mingsheng, who was in charge of the funeral, found a set of mourning clothes for Yang Jun, and a group of people helped him put them on.

After putting on mourning clothes, Yang Jun started to distribute cigarettes and greeted the tribesmen warmly.

We all knew each other and had helped out at Wang Yuying's funeral a few days ago, so it didn't seem that strange.

After greeting everyone, Yang Jun's two packs of cigarettes were empty, and Sun Zhaocai behind him gave him another pack.

After being busy for most of the day, he finally had time to say hello to Yi Qiu Shui.

"coming?"

Yi Qiu Shui looked at Yang Jun shyly, as if she hadn't seen him for a long time. Her shy look made people feel pity for her.

"Ah."

Yang Jun's eyes flickered, and he looked at her tenderly: "Thank you for your hard work these past few days."

"As long as you know."

When Yi Qiu Shui heard this, her eyes turned red with grievance.

She is almost fifty years old, but she looks as shy and cute as an eighteen-year-old girl. You can't tell at all that she is a woman in her old age.

She took good care of herself, and with Yang Jun frequently giving her blood transfusions, she looked like someone in her thirties, even younger than the eighteen-year-old girls in the village.

"Oh, an old married couple, isn't that corny?"

Seeing this, his son Yang Chengdao, who was standing by, made a cheesy expression.

"piss off."

Yang Jun laughed and scolded, "You don't understand adults' affairs."

Yi Qiushui smiled and said, "That's right, you are still young and don't understand."

"Yes, yes, I'm still young, but don't you think about how old you are? And in front of so many people..."

Before he could finish, a big blow hit the back of his head, causing him to grimace in pain.

"Okay, brother, don't take your anger out on the child. It makes us feel sick just by looking at him." Yangmei said with a smile.

"That's right, you guys are really something, showing off your affection in front of us and filling our mouths with dog food." Yang Liu also joked.

Yang Yu was about to make a joke when Yang Jun raised his hand to stop him.

"Stop talking and come back to your husband's house when you have time."

Yang Yu’s husband Dai Yuhe is from this village. They met when Yang Jun took his sister to attend the funeral of their grandparents. Later they got married. After getting married, Dai Yuhe took his mother to live in the city. In fact, there is no one left in their hometown, so it doesn’t matter whether they go to visit or not.

"Humph!"

Yang Yu rolled his eyes at him and said nothing.

"Okay, husband, you don't have to accompany us anymore. You should go into the mourning hall. There are too many people outside." Yi Qiu Shui said.

Yang Jun has a special identity and is a public figure, so he cannot be allowed to show up in public for a long time, so the idea was to let him hide in the mourning hall.

"Okay, I'm going in."

Yang Jun nodded and entered the mourning hall.

In the mourning hall.

The second uncle was already lying in the coffin, and the lid had been closed. Yang Jun did not get to see his second uncle for the last time.

"elder brother."

Yang Anguo and Yang Anbang shouted.

The two brothers were grateful from the bottom of their hearts that Yang Jun came back in person to attend his father's funeral. It was only natural for Yang Jun, as his nephew, to come back to attend the funeral. However, you have to know that Yang Jun is a public figure and a big leader. No one would say anything even if he didn't come back, because everyone understood the special nature of his identity. Now that Yang Jun is back, they feel a sense of honor and happiness.

"Ah."

Yang Jun responded softly, then added a few pieces of paper money into the brazier.

He was familiar with this action, and had been repeating it for the past few days. (End of this chapter)