Yang Jun has always been concerned about his son Yang Chengcai's puppy love.
He had the girl who confessed her love to Yang Chengcai in public transferred out of the original school.
The reason why he did this was to scare the monkeys.
He wanted to warn those girls who were coveting his son's body to stop having such wishful thinking.
Yang Chengcai is his son, and as a father, he must fulfill his responsibilities as a father.
You can't just let your children fall in love early.
Although Yang Chengcai will not be able to inherit the family business in the future, Yang Jun does not want him to become useless.
The child is still young and has no ability to distinguish.
I am often tempted by this hazy and beautiful feeling, and then abandon my studies.
If Yang Chengcai's grades were as messed up as Yang Chengdao's, Yang Jun wouldn't care about him.
However, Yang Chengcai's grades were very good and he was ranked among the top three in his grade. Yang Jun didn't want to ruin the old Yang family's only education seed. No matter what, he had to produce a talent.
Early the next morning.
Yang Jun saw Yang Chengcai running in the morning with his head drooped behind his brother Yang Chengdao.
This boy, like his mother Yang Qingxiang, is a submissive person.
Even if I don't want to in my heart, I won't say it out loud.
If something happens, I always carry it alone and keep it in my heart.
Just like today's morning exercise, when Yang Chengdao told him that it was Yang Jun who asked him to do morning exercise, this kid didn't even ask the reason and just went out for morning exercise.
Yang Jun didn't like this kind of character very much.
Especially as a boy, if you don't have your own opinion, you will suffer a big loss in the future. If you meet a woman with bad conduct, your life may be ruined.
Seeing his son's appearance, Yang Jun couldn't help but sigh.
He knows very well that a country's nature is easy to change but hard to change.
My son's character cannot be changed.
All he can do is find a good wife for him in the future, which can be regarded as fulfilling his responsibility as a father.
After breakfast, the children went to school and the house became quiet again.
"Lao Yang, there's been no news from sister Ruolan for almost two months. Why aren't you in a hurry?"
Yang Jun was fishing by the river when Meng Wenya came.
Hearing this, Yang Jun said calmly: "What's the use of being anxious? His parents can't get over the hurdle in their hearts, so I can't just knock on the door."
In fact, Chen Ruolan's whereabouts have always been in the hands of Yang Jun.
After Chen Ruolan returned to Shanghai, she told her parents and family about the incident, and then her parents locked her in the house and refused to let her out.
During this period, Chen Ruolan also tried to escape several times, but was caught by her parents every time.
Now, her parents take turns watching her, and it is no longer possible to escape.
Of course, Meng Wenya didn't know this, she was still a little worried.
"Is she just being locked up by her parents and you don't care anymore?"
Yang Jun said: "No matter what, it's just not the time yet."
Now, Chen Ruolan's parents are very angry. Coming to the door at this time is tantamount to adding fuel to the fire.
Yang Jun thought that after this period of time had passed and his parents had calmed down, he could go there.
Meng Wenya sighed after hearing this.
She hugged her knees with her arms and squatted on one side, frowning, not knowing what she was thinking.
She didn't know that now was not the past time, but she couldn't help but worry.
"I believe in sister Ruolan, but..."
She seemed to have scruples when speaking. She glanced at Yang Jun, then with a cruel look, she continued, "I'm afraid something will happen if time goes by."
"What could happen?" Yang Jun asked.
"There are many changes, such as whether her parents will arrange a blind date for her, and whether she will do something to disgrace the Yang family without being in front of you."
"She dares?"
Yang Jun glared and said: "Since you have become my Yang Jun's woman, you will be my woman for the rest of your life. If she has second thoughts, I will definitely make her worse than death."
Meng Wenya couldn't help but shudder when she heard this.
Yang Jun is trying to shake things up, not specifically for Chen Ruolan, but for all his women.
Although Yang Jun is usually very easy-going, he must not be careless when it comes to women.
Once you enter the Yang family's front door, you won't be able to think about anything else in your life.
If someone dares to betray Yang Jun, the fate can be imagined.
"Sister Ruolan will definitely not dare to betray you."
Meng Wenya said subconsciously.
When Yang Jun heard this, he turned back and glanced at her.
She looked a little flustered, as if what she just said scared him.
"Scared you?"
When Meng Wenya heard this, her body shivered involuntarily, and she nodded subconsciously.
"Um……"
"But, Lao Yang, don't worry, I will never betray you."
When Yang Jun heard this, he reached out and pulled her into his arms, sitting on his lap.
"I know."
Yang Jun hugged her and said, "You guys are following me and have been tested. I trust you."
Meng Wenya snuggled into Yang Jun's arms and murmured to herself: "You will be the only man in my life, and I will remain with you forever."
Yang Jun did not speak, but hugged her tighter.
He knew these women, and none of them would betray him.
Following him all these years proves it all.
The only variable is Chen Ruolan. After all, the two have known each other for a short time, and their marriage is a bit dramatic, so there is a lot of uncertainty in their relationship.
Yang Jun felt that he could no longer let it go and he had to do something.
So, the next day.
Yang Jun took Sun Zhaocai and Ding Erzhu and quietly left the capital and embarked on the road to Shanghai.
That afternoon, Yang Jun arrived in Shanghai.
He did not go to Chen Ruolan immediately, but asked Sun Zhaocai to book a hotel.
After taking a shower and changing clothes in the hotel, Yang Jun took the two of them out of the hotel.
At this time, the sky was slightly dark and the lanterns were starting to turn on.
The entire city of Shanghai is reflected in the neon lights, looking extremely bright.
Yang Jun and his party of three walked leisurely on the street with their hands behind their backs.
At this time, although Shanghai was not as developed as in later generations, it already had the qualifications of a metropolis.
The streets are full of passers-by, in twos and threes, looking very leisurely.
Since the reform and opening up, life has become better and better, and people's spiritual life has become richer and richer.
In addition to the locals wandering around after dinner, there are also tourists from other places like Yang Jun on the street.
"Uncle Yang, I'm hungry."
Just as Yang Jun was admiring the street scene on the roadside, he was interrupted by Sun Zhaocai's discordant voice.
Yang Jun looked back at him, and at that moment, his stomach began to sing about the empty city plan.
Only then did he remember that he hadn't eaten all day.
"Then find a stall and have something to eat."
There were stalls on both sides of the street. At this time, there was no urban management in Shanghai, and freelance work was very popular.
When Sun Zhaocai heard this, he was very happy.
"Uncle Yang, when I was passing by just now, I saw a roast duck seller in the back. How about we go eat roast duck?"
Hearing this, Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "You eat every day, haven't you had enough?"
"Can you be of some use?"
At this time, Ding Erzhu also said: "That's right, after finally coming to Shanghai, I have to experience the food in Shanghai no matter what."
"I heard that the food in Shanghai is mainly sweets. Why don't we try local stir-fry dishes?"
Hearing this, Yang Jun suddenly felt a little unhungry.
When he thought that the food in Shanghai mainly consisted of sweets, he suddenly lost his appetite.
As a true northerner, what he hates most is adding sugar to food.
He has always believed that the main reason why southerners are bloodless is because they eat too many sweets and lose their temper.
"Not going."
Yang Jun shook his head and said, "You can eat whatever you like. Anyway, I don't eat local food."
"Uncle Yang, but I really want to try the roast duck from Shanghai." Sun Zhaocai said.
"Yes, godfather, I also want to try local dishes from Shanghai." Ding Erzhu agreed.
Hearing this, Yang Jun pondered for a moment and said, "Let's do this, we three will each have our own thing."
"You go and eat your roast duck, you go and eat your local food, and I'll go and eat what I like."
"After we're done, we'll meet here."
When the two of them heard this, they were delighted.
"Uncle Yang, is that okay if I leave you alone and there is no guarantee of safety?" Sun Zhaocai said.
Hearing this, Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "When did you ever see me in your eyes?"
Sun Zhaocai smiled and said: "This...isn't this a special situation?"
"Okay, you two go quickly and we'll meet here in an hour."
"Okay, Uncle Yang."
"Daddy, let's go. We'll meet here in an hour."
After the two guys left, Yang Jun sighed.
Then he continued to wander on the street with his hands behind his back.
Almost all of the people setting up stalls on the roadside are locals, with very few from outside the area.
Now is the stage of economic turmoil, but people in Shanghai are not that wealthy.
Roadside businesses are almost entirely monopolized by locals.
Yang Jun looked around several street stalls, but he couldn't find an out-of-town stall.
At this time, a stall on the roadside suddenly caught his attention.
This stall was empty and business was very bleak.
The other stalls were busy doing business, but the owner of this stall was sitting there sighing.
"Boss, let's have some vegetable pancakes."
Yang Jun's voice interrupted the stall owner's meditation.
When he saw a customer coming to the door, the boss quickly stood up and greeted him with a smile.
"Sir, please wait a moment and we'll do it right away."
After saying that, the boss took a spoonful of the prepared noodles and started frying pancakes on the griddle.
"Boss, your pancakes are not authentic." Yang Jun said with a smile: "Authentic pancakes are made with whole wheat, not white flour like yours."
Yang Jun was from Northern Jiangsu in his previous life, and he was one of those people who loved to eat pancakes.
No matter where he goes, he loves it.
It has been more than ten years since he came to this world, and he has never eaten vegetable pancakes.
Today, it's not easy to meet him, and he will definitely have a good time.
"Hey, when you look at this gentleman, you are from Northern Jiangsu."
The stall owner smiled and said: "To be honest, I also want to make authentic vegetable pancakes, but..."
"You have also seen the business of my stall. There is no business here. If I had used authentic pancakes, I would have closed down long ago."
When Yang Jun heard this, he couldn't help but nodded in agreement.
The owner of this stall is right, if it were replaced by authentic whole wheat pancakes, there would be no business.
Whole wheat pancakes are hard to eat, and if you don’t have good teeth, you won’t be able to chew them.
Northerners have a hard time eating, let alone southerners.
The stall owner was very skillful, and soon a pancake was baked, and then it was time to add vegetables.
First, a layer of homemade sauce was brushed on the pancakes, then the pre-fried dumplings were placed on top, and then a piece of ham was added.
“Would you like to add cilantro?”
"If you don't want coriander, just add green onions."
"okay."
The boss sprinkled the chopped green onions, and then a vegetable pancake was completed.
"Soup, please eat slowly."
Yang Jun took the pancake and sat down directly at the stall next to him.
"Sir, get up quickly..."
Before the stall owner had time to finish, he saw the owner of a stall selling fried rice noodles walking over.
"If you don't buy my stuff, don't sit in my seat."
When Yang Jun heard this, he looked back.
It turned out that I was sitting in someone else's seat.
This is how a businessman works. If you don't buy his stuff, he will treat you as an enemy. If you buy his stuff, he will treat you differently.
These are the thoughts of people at the bottom of society, and Yang Jun naturally understands them.
When he thought of this, Yang Jun smiled.
"Boss, please order some fried noodles."
The stall owner was stunned for a moment, and then immediately changed his face.
“Would you like something spicy or something sweet?”
"casual."
When the boss saw this, he didn't know what to say, so he went back to the stall and started frying noodles.
After he left, Yang Jun said to the vegetable pancake seller.
"Give me another piece of pancake fruit."
"Have you finished eating?"
The boss pointed to the pancake fruit in Yang Jun's hand, and then pointed to the rice noodles being fried.
"If it's not enough to fill the gap between your teeth, you can just brand it."
"Okay, then I'll brand it for you."
After a while, the rice noodles were delivered.
Yang Jun didn't even look at it and continued eating pancakes.
In less than a minute, a set of pancakes and fruits was finished.
At this time, the boss happened to bring another set of pancakes and fruits.
"One more set." Yang Jun said.
When the boss heard this, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and returned to the stall to continue making pancakes.
"Sir, at first glance you are from Northern Jiangsu, but your accent sounds a bit like someone from Beijing."
The boss was making pancakes while chatting with Yang Jun.
"People from Xiapi."
Yang Jun said: "It's just that after more than ten years in the capital, my accent has changed."
"Oh, that's it."
When the boss heard this, he nodded and continued: "I am also from Xiapi, and we are still fellow villagers."
"Are you from Xiapi too?"
When Yang Jun heard this, he immediately felt friendly.
Whenever he hears the word "Xiapi", he always feels a little warmer in his heart.
"Hehe, to be honest, I got off the Pi gun carriage."
"Are you from a gun carriage?"
The more Yang Jun listened, the more he felt like a fellow countryman meeting a fellow countryman, with tears streaming down his face.
"The artillery carriage is a good place. Talents have been produced since ancient times, and Xiang Yu is your artillery carriage."
When the boss heard this, his eyes suddenly lit up.
"Hey, you know history."
"Others say Xiang Yu belongs to Xiangcheng, but in fact he is the cannon man."
When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled and said: "Who says it's not the case? It was all misled by those blind experts."
"Well, if only Qin Shihuang was still here, these stupid experts would be buried alive." The boss said with some regret.
Yang Jun smiled and said: "Big brother, Qin Shi Huang is gone, but I am still here."
"you?"
When the boss heard this, he just thought Yang Jun was joking with him and didn't take it to heart.
"Okay, I believe you. It would be unlucky for these experts to meet you, haha."
"Ha ha!"
Yang Jun also laughed.
Yang Jun ate four sets of pancakes and fruits in one go, and finally gave the boss a hundred yuan before leaving.
