Give others enough face without making them look too ugly.
This is the most basic principle of life. It is also a measure of a man's maturity.
Ma Juzi did this very well.
He is not like Yang Anguo. As long as that kid wins, he will immediately shout arrogantly and say some irritating nonsense.
"I come."
At this time, a young man in his mid-twenties took off his shirt and left the field.
This young man is about 1.8 meters tall, with a burly build and bronze-colored muscles hanging on his body like meat and balls.
He first saluted Ma Juzi with clasped fists, and then immediately pulled away.
Ma Juzi nodded in return and also opened his posture.
The young man didn't talk nonsense. When he saw Ma Juzi getting ready, he punched him directly in the face.
Ma Juzi tilted his head to avoid the punch, and then grabbed his shoulders with both hands.
What he practices is wrestling, and he is especially good at close combat. Once he seizes the opportunity, don't try to let it slip away from him.
In less than two minutes, the young man was put to the ground by Ma Juzi.
"I come."
Then, another young man ended up.
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Within half an hour, Ma Juzi released more than a dozen people one after another.
At this time, he was physically exhausted, covered in sweat, and breathing heavily.
If two more people come on the court, he will definitely fall down.
Yang Jun knew that Ma Juzi was very skilled, and he couldn't tell much about it when he usually competed with Yang Anguo. Unexpectedly, his performance was astonishing.
He had to re-evaluate Ma Juzi. This guy was not only good at martial arts, but also mentally agile. When fighting, in addition to physical skills, he mostly relied on his brain.
Although these disciples of Ma Zhanshan were defeated, it cannot be said that they were too weak. If we were to blame, we could only blame Ma Juzi for being too strong.
In fact, everyone's fighting skills are similar. Many times, Ma Juzi wins by virtue of his strength. This guy can carry a tripod and can walk several kilometers on a wild boar of several hundred kilograms. He is simply a pervert.
Yang Jun made a comparison with Ma Juzi in private.
What would be the consequences if you confront Ma Juzi?
However, if you think about it with your toes, you will know that Ma Juzi can't resist his kick.
Moreover, he learned all his kung fu skills on the battlefield. When fighting the enemy, you will die or I will live. Therefore, every time he takes action, he will use all his strength to kill the enemy. The emphasis is on killing the enemy with one move.
The reason why he was able to escape death many times was entirely due to the skill in his legs. Anyone who was kicked by him would be disabled or dead.
When the big boss sent eight people to test him before, he sent those people to the hospital and stayed in the hospital for several months.
Until now, those people tremble all over whenever they mention Yang Jun.
A wooden stake can be easily broken by kicking it. If it were a human being, who could withstand such a fatal blow.
"Okay, that's it for today."
Ma Zhanshan saw that there were still disciples preparing to challenge Ma Juzi, so he hurriedly said.
Ma Juzi has fought for more than ten games in a row and has exhausted his physical strength. If he leaves the field again at this time, he would be taking advantage of others' danger.
It's not shameful for the apprentice to lose, but it's shameful that he can't afford to lose. If he really beat Ma Juzi in a wheel battle, he would feel even more embarrassed.
"It's gone, it's gone."
Wan Cheng, Ma Zhanshan's great disciple, shouted.
Compared to others, Wang Cheng is already a mature man.
He is no longer that kind of energetic young man.
Therefore, he knew that the young junior brothers must be dissatisfied, but after all, Ma Juzi was his uncle's driver and it was better not to be too embarrassed, so he, the senior senior brother, came out to smooth things over.
When everyone heard what Ma Zhanshan and Wan Chengdu had said, they stopped angrily.
Although everyone was dissatisfied, they all admired Ma Juzi's skills. He had been undefeated in more than ten games, which is worthy of respect.
After everyone finished, they gathered around Ma Juzi, putting their arms around each other's shoulders, and asking for advice on how to train.
Ma Juzi was a smooth man and was not arrogant when he won. He did not feel complacent because he had won more than a dozen games and showed an arrogant attitude. He humbly asked Ma Zhanshan's disciples for advice on their daily practice.
After a while, the banquet started.
The food was very simple. Except for Yang Jun's table, there was not a piece of meat at all at the other four tables.
However, Yang Jun's table didn't have many meat dishes. There was only one pork and cabbage vermicelli, and the rest were home-cooked dishes.
Yang Jun knows that supplies are tight now and there is no meat available in the market, so he is not picky about food.
Ma Zhanshan specially brought a jar of 35-year-old Nuerhong from the wine cellar. Except for their table, the other tables could only drink ordinary Lao Baigan.
Even so, each person can only get a small bowl.
Ma Zhanshan was very happy today and toasted to him frequently. One was a hero, the other was from the military and had a bold personality. The two hit it off and talked happily.
At the table where Ma Juzi was drinking, they seemed to be acquainted without fighting. Soon, Ma Juzi became mingled with them.
After drinking for more than two hours, Yang Jun came out of Ma Zhanshan's house drunk. He smelled the smell of alcohol all over his body and asked Ma Juzi to take him home.
After returning home, he said hello to Teacher Qian who was teaching Yang Laosi, went to the bathroom to take a shower, and then went back to his room to sleep.
He didn't know how long he slept. When Yang Jun got up, he saw that it was already five o'clock. He quickly went next door and asked Ma Juzi to drive to the factory to pick up Yi Qiushui from get off work.
Ma Xiangxiu told him that Ma Juzi had already set off.
Yang Jun returned to the living room and chatted for a while with Qian Rong, who was preparing to finish class.
Today it was Qian Rong's turn to teach Yang Yu English lessons. Yang Jun asked Yang Laosi to read a text aloud on the spot. As soon as he heard her Chinese accent and harsh tone, Yang Jun felt a headache.
But there was nothing he could do.
Nowadays, major bookstores do not sell English learning materials, so it is impossible to correct pronunciation.
However, Yang Jun did not force it, because English was not tested in the college entrance examination. The reason why he asked Yang Yu to learn it now was to lay a solid foundation for the future.
"Teacher Qian, this is your and Teacher Gao's salary this month."
Before leaving, Yang Jun took out a bulging envelope and handed it to Qian Rong. If Ma Xiangxiu hadn't reminded him, he almost forgot to pay wages again.
"Mr. Yang, I'm so sorry. I feel sorry for getting an extra salary from you."
Qian Rong took the envelope and squeezed it, feeling that he had given more.
The couple always thought that taking turns attending classes and getting a salary would be enough, but Yang Jun was so generous that he directly paid both of them.
"Teacher Qian, I won't say any more polite words. You all deserve this. If it weren't for your hard work in teaching, my sister wouldn't have the results she has today."
"Then...then I'll keep it?"
Qian Rong looked embarrassed.
After all, classes are suspended now, and studying is no longer so important.
There are still people who are willing to ask them to teach, but they can no longer be found by holding a lantern.
I just wanted to get a salary, but Yang Jun paid great attention to his sister's education and spent a lot of money to hire the couple to teach.
"Put it away quickly. It's getting late and Teacher Gao is still at home waiting for you to eat."
Immediately, Yang Jun personally sent her to the door until he watched her ride away.
When I got home, I glanced at Ma Xiangxiu who was busy in the kitchen with a big belly, and Yang Jun walked in.
"Xiangxiu, don't cook so much food. The weather is too hot. Just make some."
The weather is so hot that I have no appetite when I come back from get off work every day.
Especially Yi Qiushui almost skipped meals. When she got home every day, she would sit on the bed with a fruit plate and read a book.
"Brother, I didn't do much. I just cooked some mung bean soup and made two cold dishes. My sister-in-law didn't want to eat it, so I only made enough for you." Ma Xiangxiu wiped her sweat-soaked hair on her forehead.
Yang Jun came over to take a look. One dish was tomato salad, and the other dish was green beans with garlic paste.
The green beans are deep-fried, mixed with minced garlic, and some fried chili peppers. It tastes very refreshing.
Ma Xiangxiu brought the bowl of mung bean soup to the dinner table, and Yang Jun followed behind with two dishes.
"Brother, what kind of wine do you want to drink? I'll get it for you."
Ma Xiangxiu knew that Yang Jun would drink a little every night when he came home.
Yang Jun originally wanted to say get the beer, but after thinking about it, he said, "Bring me that jar of 35-year-old Nürhong."
I drank a few bowls at Ma Zhanshan's house today and felt that this wine was not overpowering at all and tasted very good, so he fell in love with this wine.
Ma Xiangxiu was stunned for a moment, her expression changed slightly, then she turned around and found the jar of wine for him from the cupboard.
Yang Jun was not a big drinker, and one bowl was enough. But as soon as he picked up the jar of wine, he immediately felt something was wrong.
This bottle of wine has only been opened for two days, so why has it bottomed out?
He shook the wine jar and frowned: "Xiangxiu, is there a big rat in our house?"
When Ma Xiangxiu heard this, her face turned red, she lowered her head and muttered,
"Hmm...and there's not just one, but three male rats."
When Yang Jun heard this, he didn't understand anything.
It must have been Yang Anguo and the other three who secretly drank his own wine while he was not at home.
"Okay, now they don't have to worry about it."
Yang Jun put the empty jar with only half a bowl of wine aside, took a sip, smacked his lips and said,
"It would be better if there are dumplings."
Ma Xiangxiu felt relieved when she saw that Yang Jun didn't blame her for not taking the wine seriously.
When she heard that she wanted to eat dumplings, she quickly said: "Brother, I still have some braised pork at home, I will make it for you."
After Ma Xiangxiu finished speaking, she turned around and ran towards the kitchen.
"Come back, come back, I just mentioned it casually. Besides, I'll be full by the time you wrap it up."
Yang Jun knew how troublesome it was to make dumplings, so he quickly called Ma Xiangxiu to stop.
Besides, Ma Xiangxiu was inconvenient now, and he couldn't bear to order her around.
Looking at her bulging belly, Yang Jun asked,
"Xiangxiu, when is your due date?"
The reason Yang Jun asked her about her due date was to figure out when Yang Mei would give birth, because they both got pregnant on the same day.
Asked about the expected date of delivery, it would be best for him as an uncle to prepare gifts in advance.
When Ma Xiangxiu heard this, her face turned red, she lowered her head and whispered,
"It's only been the past few days."
"Forehead?"
Yang Jun was stunned when he heard this.
No, it's only August now. She and Yang Anguo got married during the Chinese New Year. Calculating the date, it's still more than a month away.
However, I saw Ma Xiangxiu's blushing face.
He immediately understood what was going on.
These two people must have tasted the forbidden fruit before they got married, otherwise, Yang Anguo would have been in a hurry to get married within a few days of returning home.
It's hard to ask directly about this kind of thing, so Yang Jun reacted quickly.
"Congratulations, you are going to be a mother soon."
Afterwards, Yang Jun hurried back to the living room, took out a stack of red envelopes from his wallet, took one out and handed it to her.
"Take it, it's a little bit of my thoughts as an uncle."
The red envelopes were leftover during the day. I originally packed fifty of them, but I used up forty-four of them, and there were still six left.
"Brother, I can't have it."
When Ma Xiangxiu saw this, she immediately put her hands behind her back and took a step back.
"Our family lives and eats at your house, and you take care of us all the time. You must not take this money."
She had packed these red envelopes with her own hands. She knew they contained twenty yuan, but now that Yang Jun had given her so much money as soon as he made a move, she was frightened.
You know, her salary in the past few months was only 20 yuan a month, but now a red envelope is equivalent to her month's salary, so she feels embarrassed.
