Chapter 232: How many sisters does Grandpa Silly Zhu have?
Yang Jun raised his wrist and looked at the time.
It's already past lunch time. If we rush back to the factory, we will definitely have nothing to eat.
He locked the warehouse door and drove directly back to the courtyard.
When I returned to the yard, I saw Shazhu and Ma Hua, masters and apprentices, carrying out his big stove with their buttocks sticking out.
This time we didn't set up a pot or stove because the banquet was short and it wasn't worth the trouble. In addition to the big stove, we also borrowed four small stoves and a few pots.
Yang Jun passed by the front yard and helped for a while.
This wedding is different from the previous weddings. In the past, people paid to hire help, but now there are just a few tables and Shazhu is in charge. They don't charge wages at all, so the two of them have to do the work themselves.
Of course, the aunts and daughters-in-law in the yard were not idle either. They set up several tables in the yard and helped choose and wash vegetables.
Yang Jun went back to the backyard and took a look. Wang Yuying and Ma Xiangxiu were moving cabbage out from under the eaves. They were going to make a pot of stew today.
Ma Xiangxiu came over by bus early in the morning to help. As for Yang Anguo and the others, they had to wait until after get off work.
There was a vegetable jar at the door. Yang Jun looked familiar. When he opened it, a smell of meat came out.
This is wild boar meat braised by Ma Juzi. Ma Xiangxiu brought it over to accompany it with a side dish.
Yang Jun helped them remove the rotten leaves from the Chinese cabbage. Wang Yuying went back to the house and carried the five kilograms of pork that Yang Jun had brought that day to the front yard along with the braised pork.
Although Shazhu had packed all the ingredients for the banquet, their family couldn't afford nothing.
The five kilograms of pork he sent two days ago seemed to be just the same. Wang Yuying must have reserved them for the banquet today.
Ma Xiangxiu came over at this time. She picked up the cabbage leaves and said,
"Brother Junzi, now my brother is obsessed with that widow and insists on marrying her. We can't persuade him. Usually my brother listens to you the most. He will listen to what you say."
When Yang Jun heard this, he remained calm and kept working on his hands.
"I will not advise your brother. On the contrary, I support him."
"Ah?" Ma Xiangxiu was stunned, stopped moving her hands, and said confusedly: "Why?"
Yang Jun: "There are so many reasons why. What's wrong with being with the person you like?"
Ma Xiangxiu: "But Zhou Miaomiao is a widow, and she also has a child..."
Yang Jun: "So what? Your brother likes it."
Ma Xiangxiu: "But..."
Yang Jun knew that Ma Xiangxiu was doing it for Ma Juzi's good, but her rural prejudice was very ridiculous in Yang Jun's eyes.
Although there is not as much freedom of love as in later generations, it is no longer a feudal society. Many people think that widows are unlucky people and have a lot of prejudice against them. Some people even impose "kfu, broom star" on them.
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Zhou Miaomiao is also a poor woman. What's wrong with her? Doesn't a widow have the right to pursue happiness again?
"Xiangxiu, you should support and bless your brother. As long as they like each other, what do those worldly prejudices mean?"
"My brother is still young and can definitely find a better one." Ma Xiangxiu said proudly.
"So what? Your brother likes Zhou Miaomiao." Yang Jun spread his hands and said.
"My brother is also a person who eats commercial food after all. She is not worthy of my brother."
"Your brother likes Zhou Miaomiao."
"My brother is a young man after all. Doesn't he give the widow an advantage?"
"Your brother likes Zhou Miaomiao."
"My brother has a bright future, and he will get a promotion and a salary increase in the future."
"Your brother likes Zhou Miaomiao."
"When I go back to my hometown in the future, my brother will not be laughed at by the villagers."
"Your brother likes Zhou Miaomiao."
Ma Xiangxiu: "..."
Yang Jun threw the cabbage leaves on the ground and shouted,
"Ma Xiangxiu, let me say it again, your brother likes Zhou Miaomiao."
Yang Jun pointed at her and said, "Don't talk about a widow. You are also a woman. Can you respect her?"
"She lost her husband and became a widow. Do you think she wants this? Doesn't she want to live a good life?"
Yang Jun was really angry. She was not angry with Ma Xiangxiu, but with this damn prejudice.
Nowadays, many people are like Ma Xiangxiu. They have deep prejudices against widows. They often point fingers behind their backs and even throw dirty water on them.
Ma Xiangxiu had never seen Yang Jun angry before. Judging from his angry expression, he seemed to want to eat her alive.
She blushed, tears welling up in her eyes, but she didn't dare to cry.
Yang Jun threw the cabbage on the ground, took out a cigarette and lit it, squatting at the door and smoking.
He turned his back to Ma Xiangxiu and seemed to hear sobbing.
"Xiangxiu, let me tell you something you don't want to hear. If one day, what happened to Zhou Miaomiao happened to you, what would you do? Do you think you would silently choose to live alone with your children for the rest of your life because of the illusory worldly prejudices?
Or should I choose to spend the rest of my life with the person I love?"
"Don't try to persuade others to do good things without their suffering. You don't know how difficult it is for a widow to live with a child. Besides, Zhou Miaomiao is a good woman and worthy of your brother's trust for a lifetime."
"Brother Junzi, I was wrong..."
Behind him, Ma Xiangxiu's weak apology came.
Ma Xiangxiu was given a slap in the face by Yang Jun, and she suddenly woke up from a dream.
It's really as Yang Jun said.
If one day she really becomes a widow like Zhou Miaomiao, how will she choose?
Should I choose to endure all this silently, or live a lifetime with the one I love?
The answer is self-evident.
This is a very good saying, don’t tell others to be kind until they have suffered.
The thing didn't happen to him and he couldn't understand the suffering of others. He would just stand by and laugh at her and ridicule him like everyone else.
"Brother Junzi, you are right. The most important thing is that my brother likes Zhou Miaomiao. As long as my brother likes him and as long as he can live a happy life, we should all support and bless him."
Yang Jun felt a lot relieved when he saw that Ma Xiangxiu had realized his mistake.
"I understand how you feel. You are also doing it for your brother's good, but you must not let your own preferences influence other people's choices. This is respect, do you understand?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ma Xiangxiu wiped her tears and said: "I understand."
Afterwards, Ma Xiangxiu no longer objected to Ma Juzi and Zhou Miaomiao, and even made some plans for their future.
She planned to make two quilts for Ma Juzi and the others, then buy some cotton, renovate the quilts, and even made some arrangements for their future children.
Yang Jun was very happy. Finally, his hard work was not in vain. At least there was one less resistance in the world, and there was more understanding and support.
But he understood that the real resistance was not Ma Xiangxiu, but Ma Juzi and his family.
Ma Juzi's parents were conservative people of the older generation, and they would not easily accept their son marrying a widow.
Fortunately, Ma Juzi doesn't live in his hometown, so even if their parents want to, they can't.
After Yang Jun finished picking the cabbage, he looked at the rotten cabbage leaves on the ground. He frowned, left the work to Ma Xiangxiu and went to the front yard.
Shazhu and Ma Hua, masters and apprentices, have already lit up several stoves. Hot water is boiling on the stoves. From time to time, aunts come over to pour water to wash vegetables, and add water to boil again.
"Male and female are matched, and the work is not tiring. Brother Zhuzhu, you are so lucky."
Yang Jun, Ran Qiuye moved a small bench and sat next to him to chat with Silly Zhu, and joked.
Since Sha Zhu and Ran Qiuye got married, Sha Zhu has put all his thoughts on Ran Qiuye.
She was cared for like an ancestor every day, and she was never allowed to interfere with household chores, such as washing clothes, cooking, and serving tea and water. Ran Qiuye had never seen her move a finger.
Silly Zhu took the dog-licking attribute of fawning over Qin Huairu to the extreme and used all these tricks on Ran Qiuye. Ran Qiuye was taken care of in every possible way, so much so that now Ran Qiuye could no longer live without Silly Zhu.
Ran Qiuye was very dependent on Shazhu, and the two were inseparable, almost to the point where a minute without seeing each other felt like three autumns apart.
Even when cooking, Silhu brought a stool for her to sit and talk with him.
This scene made many single dogs in the yard envious, especially Xu Damao. When he saw them both, he hid away to avoid being fed dog food.
When Ran Qiuye saw that it was Yang Jun, his face turned red, and he quickly stood up and said, "It's brother Junzi. You two can chat. My sister-in-law has some time to go back."
Ran Qiuye left as if running away.
"Auntie, please take it easy..."
Silly Zhu opened his mouth, looking nervous, and glared at Yang Jun dissatisfied with his two small eyes.
Yang Jun chuckled, sat down on the small bench, straightened his legs, took out a cigarette from his trouser pocket, used tongs to clamp a piece of charcoal at the ash outlet of the stove, and lit the cigarette.
It’s not that he didn’t bring matches, but he used this method to remind himself that he was still living in the secular world. He tried to be as down-to-earth as possible, trying to still be a common person who eats whole grains.
"Brother Zhuzi, what's going on? I never heard you say that your grandfather has a younger sister?"
Yang Jun spit out a mouthful of thick mist and looked at Silly Zhu with a smile.
"Gunduzi, are you going to use your brother Zhu to play cymbals?" Silly Zhu's eyes widened and he hit the cutting board with his chopping knife.
"You blame me? You just blindly recognized your relatives. Even my brothers and I are two generations younger." Yang Jun narrowed his eyes, smiled at the corner of his mouth, and spread his hands.
"What's the matter? I'm happy to do it."
Silly Zhu rolled his eyes, looking indifferent.
At this time, the third aunt who was helping wash the vegetables joked,
"Junzi, you don't know something. Shazhu's grandfather has more than one sister. You must have never heard of it, right?"
Yang Jun was stunned and immediately asked: "Third aunt, please tell me."
Silly Zhu was not happy when he heard this.
"Oh, oh, I'm talking about Third Aunt, there's a point in joking. When did my grandfather have a sister, why didn't I know about it?"
The third aunt and the aunts nearby who were choosing vegetables looked at each other, and they all covered their mouths and snickered.
The third aunt coughed twice and said seriously: "You were still young at that time. I don't know why I can't blame you. Your aunt is thirty-four years old this year. She is really handsome, looks good, and has fair skin..."
The second aunt next to her then added: "The key is that something will happen..."
While the second aunt was talking, she secretly glanced at Qin Huairu's house from the corner of her eyes.
The group of aunts and daughters-in-law nearby seemed to know who Silly Zhu's aunt was, and they all couldn't help laughing.
"Ha ha!"
No matter how stupid Silhu is, at this time, the aunts who know it are making fun of him.
"Hey, hey... I said second aunt, third aunt, today is a good day for my sister, I won't argue with you, but you must not say this in front of Qiuye, you are not trying to provoke our husband and wife
Does it matter?"
Third Aunt: "Silly Zhuzhu, your Third Aunt is not stupid, you know what the situation is."
After the third aunt finished speaking, she heard someone singing.
"How many good sisters do you have?
Why are every sister so haggard?
…”
Silly Zhu has a black line on his head. Is this a song for my grandpa?
He looked back and saw Yang Jun patting his butt and going back to the backyard.
