"Uncle Ma, your hand must be steady. If you cut it with one strike, it will be over."
Yang Jun kept urging Ma Sanpao to end the evil beast Ma Juzi's life with a knife.
The other people were also shocked by Yang Jun's operation. They stepped back one after another for fear of splattering themselves with blood.
"Jun...junzi, listen to me, this...this knife..."
Ma Sanpao was so frightened that he dropped the kitchen knife on the ground and stammered speechlessly.
"Oh, I got it."
Yang Jun looked like he suddenly realized something, stretched out his hand, and pulled out a short gun from his waist.
"Crack!" The bullet was loaded.
"Uncle Ma, if you feel the knife is not fast enough, use this."
Yang Jun thrust the May 4th pistol into his hand, and then made a hook shape with his fingers.
"Yes, just like me, I can hook my fingers, out of sight and out of mind, and be immediately relieved. How nice it would be."
Everyone was shocked by Yang Jun's operation, especially Ma Sanpao, who was even more panicked.
He just wanted to teach Ma Juzi a lesson, and didn't really want to kill him.
This is good, the duck has been caught up in the fight, and he can no longer get off the stage.
Holding the gun in his hand, his two arms were fighting, his body was covered in chaff, and his mouth was trembling constantly.
"Crack!"
I don’t know how long it took before I heard the sound of a gun falling to the ground.
Ma Sanpao held Yang Jun's arm with both hands and said: "Jun...junzi, I don't want his life, I just...just want to give him a beating to vent my anger."
"A beating is not enough. A disobedient beast like this should be shot. Come on, take it and continue."
Yang Jun picked up the gun and stuffed it into his hand with a smile.
"No... no more fighting, that's enough, that's enough."
"Is that enough?"
"enough."
"Sure?"
"Very sure."
Ma Sanpao personally inserted the gun into Yang Jun's waistband and kept nodding his head: "That's enough. Let this matter go away. I will never mention it again."
After Ma Sanpao finished speaking, his whole body felt like a deflated balloon. He collapsed on the ground, breathing heavily.
Everyone saw that Ma Sanpao's anger had subsided and smiles appeared on their faces.
At this time, they understood Yang Jun's intention. If Yang Jun hadn't used this method to provoke him, this matter might not have ended.
At this time, everyone went about their business as if nothing had happened.
Zhou Miaomiao's tears fell from her eyes, and she helped Ma Juzi into the house feeling distressed.
Yang Jun squatted next to Ma Sanpao, took out a cigarette from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and lit it for him himself.
Looking at Ma Sanpao's lips trembling up and down, Yang Jun knew that he needed time to digest all this.
"Uncle Ma, tell me, you came all the way to drink your grandson's full moon wine. This is originally a happy event, so why do you make yourself so embarrassed? It makes everyone feel unhappy."
"This bastard didn't even tell his family about such a big thing as getting married. Junzi, if it were you, how could you not get angry?"
Ma Sanpao's chest heaved up and down with anger, and he glared fiercely at Ma Juzi's room.
Yang Jun also felt the same way.
Ma Sanpao was right, no one could stand such anger.
The child he had raised with so much hard work for decades would end up guarding him like a thief. Anyone else would be heartbroken.
"Uncle Ma, please calm down. Aren't Ma Juzi afraid that you wouldn't agree to this marriage, so he killed her first and then announced it later."
At this time, Yang Dong came over smoking a pipe.
He squatted next to Ma Sanpao, made eye contact with Yang Jun, and said hello.
"Sanpao, Junzi is right, calm down and don't let your anger break your body."
"It's not up to the mother to let the children grow up. At your age, how long can you keep in charge? They have to live their own lives in the future. They know whether the shoes fit or not, and they put them on their feet."
Ma Sanpao didn't say anything, maybe because he wasn't used to smoking. He took off the tobacco pot from his waist, dug hard into the bag containing the tobacco leaves a few times, and then pressed it down with his thumb.
Yang Jun quickly lit the fire for him and comforted him: "Uncle Ma, now the deal is done, you might as well just help them, right?"
Ma Sanpao's eyes were red, and a layer of crystal tears appeared in his eyes.
"Bah! Bah!"
Ma Sanpao was smoking a dry cigarette and suddenly burst into tears with a cry of "Oh".
"I don't blame him for finding a widow, but this scoundrel treats me as an outsider. He doesn't tell me or his mother about such a big thing as getting married. I have raised a white-eyed wolf for so many years."
Yang Jun was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect that a person as old as Ma Sanpao would feel as aggrieved as a child.
However, think about it carefully.
If you were to blame yourself for others, you wouldn't be able to forgive easily.
Just imagine, he worked so hard to raise his child. In order for his son to have a good future, he tried his best to help him find a job in the city, but in the end, because he didn't
Without understanding and communication, the son secretly got married without telling his father. How could this not make him sad?
However, think about it carefully.
It was obvious which of the two things would be more harmful to him, the concealed marriage or the marriage to a widow.
The son married the widow, what else could he say?
The fact that could not be changed, he could only choose to bless.
But Ma Juzi's hidden marriage was a huge blow to him. He could forgive Ma Juzi for marrying the widow, but he couldn't forgive his son for deceiving him about the marriage.
"Okay, Sanpao, calm down. For the sake of Xiangxiu giving birth to a big fat boy, I won't bother with Juzi anymore."
Second uncle Yang Dong patted him on the back to help him calm down.
Hearing Ma Sanpao's cry, everyone stuck their heads out, but quickly shrank back.
At this time, Zhou Miaomiao came over.
She knelt down in front of Ma Sanpao and cried: "Dad, if you want to blame, blame me. Ju Zi is a good person and a responsible man. If you still don't feel relieved, just hit me."
Ma Sanpao's eyes were red, he wiped his tears with his sleeve, and opened and closed his lips slightly, as if he wanted to say something.
Zhou Miaomiao didn't wait for him to speak, then continued,
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I guess you are reluctant to hit me because...because...I am pregnant with your Ma family's flesh and blood."
After Zhou Miaomiao finished speaking, her face turned red and she covered her face with her hands.
"You...are you telling the truth? You already have Ju Zi's flesh and blood?"
Ma Sanpao stood up excitedly and looked at Zhou Miaomiao nervously.
"Um!"
Zhou Miaomiao responded softly and turned her face sideways.
"Okay, okay."
The thunderous sound of Ma San Pao sounded in the yard. He walked back and forth a few times, and then said with a serious face,
"I recognize you as my daughter-in-law, but don't let me forgive you so easily."
"ah?"
Everyone looked at Ma Sanpao in shock.
I don’t know what logic this old man has. If he doesn’t have a son, how can he get a daughter-in-law?
Now it's okay, this old guy doesn't want a son anymore.
Afterwards, everyone laughed, knowing that Ma Sanpao was still angry with Ma Juzi.
That night.
Everyone held a dinner.
A group of people were divided into two tables and sat in the courtyard eating and drinking.
There are several men at one table, and women and children at one table.
Since Ma Xiangxiu was in confinement, she did not participate.
During the banquet.
Ma Juzi sat there like a good baby and said nothing.
"Brother, thank you."
Seeing that no one was paying attention, Ma Juzi said in a low voice.
Yang Jun glanced at Ma Sanpao, patted the guy on his waist, and said with a smile,
"Aren't you afraid that your father is being serious?"
Ma Juzi was stunned for a moment, but quickly shook his head and said,
"As long as I'm here, everything will be fine."
Yang Jun smiled, didn't say anything, just took out his gun, pulled out the magazine and flashed it.
In fact, when Yang Jun took out the gun, he had already used his spatial awareness to remove the bullet. Otherwise, he would not have given the gun to Ma Sanpao with confidence and boldness.
If that old guy is really angry and hooks his fingers, then his sin will be huge.
"I'm just telling you, brother, you will definitely not harm me."
Ma Juzi said as if he was surviving a disaster.
Yang Jun put the gun back into his waist, then raised the corner of his mouth and asked with squinted eyes,
"That kitchen knife is real."
"ah?"
When Ma Juzi heard this, his neck shrank, he quickly lowered his head and said nothing.
Putting aside the matter of Ma Juzi, the atmosphere at the table was still good.
Ma Sanpao and Yang Dong were like Grandma Liu entering the Grand View Garden, and kept talking about what they saw and heard along the way.
Seeing that the two of them were chatting animatedly, Yang Jun didn't want to disturb them, so he drank with Yang Anguo and the others.
That night, Ma Sanpao and Yang Dong stayed in the west wing of Yang Jun's house.
Early the next morning.
Yang Jun came back from running outside and was about to practice kicking piles when he found Ma Sanpao making breakfast in the kitchen.
"Hey, Uncle Ma, why are you cooking today?"
Ma Sanpao heard Yang Jun talking to him and walked out of the kitchen. He held a piece of dough in his hand and kneaded it into the shape of an animal. He said with a smile,
"I thought that if you are used to Xiangxiu's cooking, you would definitely not be used to eating other people's food. I wanted to let you try my cooking."
When Yang Jun heard this, he realized that it was really the case.
If you are used to the food cooked by Ma Xiangxiu, the food cooked by Zhao Hongmei and Zhou Miaomiao will not be that delicious.
"Okay, thank you for your hard work, Uncle Ma."
"You're very welcome. Dinner will be ready in half an hour."
"Okay, Uncle Ma."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he went to practice kicking piles.
In fact, there was another reason why Ma Sanpao came to cook in person.
His daughter-in-law Zhou Miaomiao was pregnant, and he didn't want his daughter Ma Xiangxiu to lose her job, so he could only come over to replace her for a few days.
However, this is all human nature.
Most parents think about their children.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
A series of kicking sounds made Ma Sanpao's mouth open in shock.
Seeing Yang Jun kicking the steel pile one after another without knowing the pain, Ma Sanpao's heartbeat also jumped with the "bang bang" sound.
While kneading the dough, he looked up from time to time to watch Yang Jun kick the pile.
After kneading a piece of dough, he immediately went back to get another one, leaning against the door frame and looking at Yang Jun intently.
I'll be nice.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have known that Yang Jun had this ability.
Normally, when he saw Yang Jun with fair skin and a frail look, he thought he was just an ordinary cadre. Unexpectedly, his eyes were opened today.
He thought that his son Ma Juzi was already powerful enough, but he didn't expect that Yang Jun was the one who really kept his secrets. I'm afraid that his three sons combined wouldn't be enough for Yang Jun to kick him.
Ma Sanpao lamented that in addition to good luck, strength was probably more important for Yang Jun to be in his current position.
After Yang Jun finished kicking the pile, he went to the bathroom to take a shower and put on new clothes. After he came out, Yi Qiushui, Yang Laosi, and his second uncle Yang Dong all got up.
After a few people washed up, they sat down to eat together.
Ma Sanpao wanted to go to the next door yard to eat, but his second uncle asked him to stay.
Breakfast is steamed buns and rice porridge.
But the steamed buns were not ordinary steamed buns. They were steamed buns processed by Ma Sanpao into various animal shapes, which made Yi Qiushui and Yang Laosi yell incessantly.
"Sister-in-law, look, this is a little rabbit." Yang Laosi exclaimed.
"Yes, do you think this is a goat?"
This kind of buns is most popular among women and children. Yang Laosi immediately fell in love with this kind of buns. She kept playing with them and couldn't bear to eat them.
Yi Qiushui was the same, biting the bun in small bites, looking cautious.
Seeing this scene, Ma Sanpao nodded and kept smiling. It seemed that his efforts all morning were not in vain.
"Uncle Ma, that's good. With your skills, you can open a restaurant."
Yang Jun lost no time in offering a cheap flattery.
What does a cook care about most?
That's an affirmation of his cooking skills.
"Your Uncle Ma's craftsmanship is unparalleled. In my hometown, in the surrounding villages, whenever his name is mentioned, everyone gives him a thumbs up."
Yang Dong explained with a smile beside him.
"It's no longer possible, old man. I can't do it anymore. Now all that work is left to my young man." When Ma Sanpao heard everyone praising his craftsmanship, his old face suddenly lit up with joy.
Ma Sanpao's craftsmanship is truly impressive. Not only are the buns beautiful in appearance, but the fillings are also very flavorful. Although they are filled with beans, the taste is no worse than those stuffed with meat.
"Uncle Ma, at noon, I will ask the secretary to bring you some ingredients. How about you show your skills to everyone in the evening?" Yang Jun said.
"Okay, no problem. I'll let you try some authentic hometown food then."
When Ma Sanpao heard this, he patted his chest and said it was no problem.
After eating, Yang Jun and Yi Qiushui went to work.
When he was about to get into the car, Ma Sanpao had a dry pipe in his mouth and stared at Ma Juzi with an unkind look on his face.
"You bastard, drive your brother properly. If you dare to do anything random, I'll see if I don't break your legs."
"Da, I know."
When Ma Juzi heard this, he shrank his neck in fright, stepped on the accelerator, and the car sped out quickly.
