Siheyuan: Domineering life

Many people from the clan came to relocate the graves.

Not only were there men, but there were also dozens of women, all of them daughters-in-law from each family. They came here specifically to mourn. Relocating a grave is different from holding a funeral. There is no sad atmosphere as there has not been a heart-wrenching separation.

To put it bluntly, these women were invited to create the atmosphere.

Yang Jun and his brothers and sisters were grateful from the bottom of their hearts for their help.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

At this time, Yang Anguo suddenly ran to the front steps and clapped his hands a few times at the people who were eating.

"Everyone, be quiet and listen to me."

Although Yang Anguo is not as famous as Yang Jun, he is also a well-known figure in the Yang family, and his influence even exceeds that of Yang Jun.

Over the years, he has made a lot of money. When he returned to his hometown, he built bridges and roads, and donated many schools. His family members are very grateful to him and even regard him as a great philanthropist who saves people from suffering. His prestige in his hometown is extremely high, and even local leaders give him face.

"Let me say a few words." Yang Anguo.

The people below immediately quieted down, even the tables where the women were busy packing up the food became quiet.

"My brother and I are very grateful that everyone came to help today."

When he mentioned his brother, he deliberately looked in the direction of Yang Jun.

"Everyone put down their farm work and came all the way to Yanjing to help us move the graves. We, the Yang family, are very grateful. On behalf of my brother, sister, and everyone in our Yang family, thank you."

After speaking, he bowed to everyone.

"An Guo, you are treating us as outsiders. Aren't we members of the Yang family? Isn't it our duty to help?"

"That's right, we should not talk about different things as family members. It seems awkward."

"..."

The people below were speaking politely.

Yang Anguo smiled and remained polite.

"That being said, I can see how hard everyone has worked. To express our gratitude to everyone, my brother and I discussed it and decided to do something."

Then, with a wave of his hand, two people came over immediately carrying two large cardboard boxes.

The cardboard box was sealed and no one knew what was inside. Even Yang Jun looked confused.

He was not aware of what Yang Anguo had done.

The two men put the cardboard box at Yang Anguo's feet and then retreated.

Yang Anguo had his usual smile on his face. He glanced at everyone and then slowly opened the box.

"Wow!"

When the box was opened, stacks of colorful banknotes were revealed.

These are hundred-dollar bills, and each stack is worth ten thousand yuan.

The tribesmen had never seen so much money before, and they all stared with wide eyes.

They are just ordinary farmers. They work hard every year and only earn a few dozen yuan. In a better year, they only earn one or two hundred yuan. It is the first time for most of them to see so much money.

"Gulu!"

Suddenly there was a sound of swallowing saliva.

When everyone looked back, they saw a woman with her Adam's apple moving constantly and her eyes staring at the box of banknotes.

Seeing that everyone was looking at her, she rolled her eyes and chewed a few times, pretending to eat to cover up her greedy look.

When everyone saw this, they just smiled and didn't say anything.

In fact, they all thought the same as this man, and they all coveted those piles of money, but due to family ties, no one said it out loud.

"hehe!"

Seeing everyone's expressions, Yang Anguo smiled.

"My dear old men, you guessed it right. This is what I call gratitude."

"One for each person. Everyone has a share."

"Come on, everyone come and get it."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a burst of laughter from the audience, and many people were whispering.

Everyone was discussing, but their eyes were fixed on the stacks of banknotes.

Who wouldn't want to get this money? With this money, they would be wealthy people and could parade through the streets of the commune wearing big red flowers. With this money, they would have a source of fertilizers and seeds for the next year. With this money, their children would have new clothes and could eat meat.

but……

No one went to take it, but instead looked at the team leader Yang Mingsheng.

Yang Mingsheng didn't say anything, just sat there drinking alone.

Giving out money should be a happy event, but there was no trace of joy on his face, instead there was a hint of sadness.

Without his permission, no one dared to take the money.

"What's wrong? Do you think money is too hard to handle?" Yang Anguo asked.

No one spoke, but turned their gazes to Yang Mingsheng again.

Seeing this, Yang Anguo knew that they would not take the money unless the team leader gave the order.

"Uncle, please say something. Everyone is waiting for you." Yang Anguo said to him.

After hearing this, Yang Mingsheng drank the wine in the glass in one gulp.

He put down his wine glass and said to An Guo, "An Guo, you little brat, what are you doing? We all have the same ancestors. Do you need to be thanked for helping us? Who do you think we are?"

"Uncle, this... this..."

Yang Anguo was speechless.

To be honest, if we are giving money, it would be fine to do it on another day or in another occasion, but the relocation of the graves is something the clan should help with. If we give money at this time, wouldn't it seem like everyone is here for the money and what kind of people are they treating the clan members as?

Seeing this, Yang Jun said, "Uncle, An Guo is not good at speaking and said the wrong thing. This money is not to thank you for your help, but to show our friendship as a fellow clan member."

"Among the people in our Yang family, the three of us are the most successful. Now that we are prosperous, it is time for us to do something good for the family. Take this money and improve our food."

Yang Anbang also took the opportunity to say, "Yes, uncle, Anguo did something bad with good intentions. He didn't mean it that way. You know, he usually does a lot of good things for his hometown, such as building bridges, roads and schools."

"This money is just a token of my appreciation. Only our clan has this benefit."

After hearing this, Yang Mingsheng's expression eased a lot, but he still said with a straight face,

"I know An Guo has done a lot of good things for his hometown, but this money shouldn't be given away at this time..."

"Yes, yes, it's all An Guo's fault. This coward just has too much money to burn. Don't bother with him." Yang Anbang.

Yang Anguo also came over to explain: "Uncle, don't be angry. It was my fault. I won't do it again next time."

"I'm not mad at you, I'm..."

Yang Mingsheng glanced at Yang Jun and didn't say the next words.

Seeing this, everyone didn't dare to say anything and the atmosphere became particularly heavy.

"Forget it, take the money."

Yang Mingsheng suddenly relented.

Although he is the clan leader, he cannot be too overbearing and should always consider the clan members.

As the saying goes, blocking someone's financial path is like killing their parents. Didn't you see that many people are looking at him with strange eyes? Maybe some people already hate him to death.

He understood this principle, so in the end he let everyone accept the money.

"Thank you, uncle."

Yang Anguo shouted, and then started running to divide the money.

"Thank you, Patriarch." Everyone cheered.

For a moment, the whole yard was bustling with activity. Everyone was immersed in the joy of dividing the money. No matter whether they were men, women, young or old, as long as they came, they would get a stack of money.

Yang Jun sat there, saying nothing, and ate his meal peacefully.

Team leader Yang Mingsheng was sitting next to him, with a sullen face the whole time, and seemed a little angry with Yang Jun.

In fact, Yang Jun also knew it very well. Especially when Yang Anguo made a scene about dividing the money, it almost broke the window paper.

They are moving graves and giving out money as a thank you. Isn't it obvious that they want to sever ties with the people in their hometown?

Others may not understand this truth, but how could Yang Mingsheng, as the patriarch, not understand it?
Although he was very angry, he still brought his clansmen to help Yang Jun and others move their ancestral grave here.

"Jun'er!"

Yang Mingsheng suddenly shouted.

Yang Jun smiled faintly when he heard this.

Holding up the wine glass, he said to him, "Uncle, I know what you are going to say, but I tell you responsibly that it is not true. Don't think too much about it."

"You didn't lie to me?" Yang Mingsheng looked a little excited.

"I swear to heaven... No, I swear to all the ancestors in the ancestral hall, it really didn't happen." Yang Jun looked solemn.

"Jun'er, I feel relieved when you say that."

After hearing this, Yang Mingsheng finally felt relieved.

After a slight pause, he continued earnestly, "Jun'er, you must remember that you will always be a member of our Yangjia Village. No matter what time it is, it will always be your home. You must remember this."

"Don't worry, uncle, I'll remember it."

Afterwards, Yang Jun recounted the story of how the Yang Anguo brothers had asked him to relocate the graves. He explained all this because he hoped his uncle would understand that he had no such intention.

The banquet lasted almost two hours.

After the end, Yang Jun had these tribesmen sent to a hotel in the city to rest and wait until the next day to go back.

The entrance of the ancestral hall.

After watching the last car leave, Yang Jun's face immediately darkened.

He didn't rush back, but went to the east wing.

The east wing was still decorated as it was when his mother was alive. He sat down in the familiar seat and discussed things with his mother as he used to, smoking quietly.

He was so angry now. The relocation of the grave was going smoothly, but he didn't expect Yang Anguo to do such a thing.

In fact, he did have plans to sever ties with his hometown, and he just wanted to gradually distance himself from them. He didn't expect that Yang Anguo's move today would break the window paper, and he almost lost face.

He did not feel any psychological burden regarding the oath sworn by his ancestors just now. His ancestors were his elders and they would definitely protect him.

At this time, Yi Qiu Shui came over.

She glanced at Yang Jun, who was smoking with a frown on his brows, and sighed inwardly.

"Old Yang, it's getting late. We should go back."

It is now around five or six in the afternoon and it has gotten dark. His family members are all waiting outside for him to go back home. Yang Mei, Yang Liu and the other three have already gone back, and now only Yang Jun's family is left.

Yang Jun's women and children stood there with their eyes wide open. No one dared to come in. They just stood there quietly.

Yang Jun sat there and took two deep puffs of his cigarette without saying anything.

Seeing this, Yi Qiushui comforted him, "It's all over. Don't think too much. I don't care what others say about you, but I know you are a kind and righteous person. You don't actually have that kind of thought. It just happened that Yang Anguo made such a fuss that everyone misunderstood."

"Actually, An Guo didn't mean that. He just wanted to thank his tribesmen, but he didn't expect to end up making things worse."

When Yang Jun heard this, he looked up at the people in the yard.

"What about the beast?"

Yi Qiushui was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and then asked: "An Guo?"

"He seemed to have left as soon as the banquet was over. He may have reached home by now."

"Humph, I think he is guilty of something and is afraid of my punishment, so he ran away early?"

"Maybe...right." Yi Qiu Shui said with a smile.

"The monk can escape, but the temple cannot. Does he think he can hide away?"

After saying that, Yang Jun suddenly yelled outside.

"Lucky."

Sun Zhaocai was squatting on the steps outside watching ants climbing a tree when he suddenly heard Yang Jun calling him and hurried in.

"Uncle Yang."

"go with!"

Yang Jun pointed outside and said, "Go beat that beast. If you don't beat him into a pig's head, you will become a pig's head."

"Yes!" Sun Zhaocai responded loudly.

Then, he stood there with a confused look on his face.

He didn't know who that beast was.

Seeing that dazed look, Yi Qiu Shui wanted to laugh, but didn't dare to laugh out loud. Then she whispered two words with her lips.

"Yasukuni."

Sun Zhaocai suddenly realized, then he put his legs together and saluted.

"If I don't beat that beast into a pig's head, I will be a pig's head."

After saying that, he took the order and left.

After he left, Yi Qiushui smiled and said, "Okay, now we can go back."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes at him, said nothing, and walked outside.

Afterwards, the whole family returned to the city together.

After returning to the city, Sun Zhaocai did not go home, but went to Yang An's country.

They all live in Jiuyuan and are familiar with the place.

"Uncle Anguo, are you there?"

Yang Anguo was drinking tea. When he heard Sun Zhaocai's voice, he subconsciously wanted to jump out of the window to escape. But just as he was about to move, he saw a burly figure standing outside the window.

"Uncle Anguo, where are you going?" Sha Zhu was holding a chicken leg in his hand and looking at him with a smile on his face.

"I didn't go anywhere. I just opened the window to get some fresh air."

Yang Anguo had to retreat back to the living room.

The moment he saw Sun Zhaocai, he suddenly became a head shorter.

No need to guess, he must have been sent by Yang Jun.

"Uncle Anguo, Uncle Yang asked me to beat you into a pig's head. Do you have any objection?" Sun Zhaocai looked at him with a smile.

After hearing this, Yang Anguo's face turned extremely ugly.

Faced with Sun Zhaocai's question, he had no choice but to nod.

"know."

"It's good to know."

Sun Zhaocai crossed his fingers and exerted force suddenly, causing a crackling sound, which scared Yang Anguo half to death.

Sun Zhaocai walked up to him, looked down at him, and slowly raised his right hand.

Yang Anguo subconsciously raised his hands to protect his face, but put them down halfway.

"Uncle Anguo, we are so familiar with each other, and you are my elder, so I won't do it myself."

Sun Zhaocai said with a smile: "How about this, you beat yourself into a pig's head, and then I can go back and report to the task."

"Do you think this is the case?"

When Yang Anguo heard this, he was extremely grateful.

If he was beaten by a junior, how would he face people in the future? Fortunately, Sun Zhaocai saved his face and let him do it himself.

"Thank you for your help."

"You're welcome, go ahead."

"Pah pah pah!" (End of this chapter)