"Xiao Zhuang" is not a thing, but the name of his niece, whose full name is Liu Zhuang.
Yang Mei and Liu Zhi spent two days and three nights looking through the dictionary before giving their precious daughter such a masculine and nondescript name.
This 'Little Zhuang' is not the pig that Cui Dake drove, but the first child of the third generation of his Yang family.
Although this child's surname is not Yang, he is half of the blood of his old Yang family.
"Mom, don't you think the name Xiaozhuang..."
"Do you also think this name is good?" Wang Yuying asked excitedly.
"Okay? Okay." Yang Jun was stunned.
Fortunately, his brain responded quickly, and the question immediately turned into an affirmative.
"What a good name. There is a sense of heroism in this name."
"I think it's good too. When Meizi and his wife told me the name of their child, I was the first to express my approval. It would be easier to give the child a rough name, don't you think?"
"Yes, yes, it's better to be rougher."
Yang Jun kept nodding and turned his back to wipe away the fine layer of sweat on his head.
Fortunately, he didn't object, otherwise he would have been chased and beaten by her with a rolling pin today.
No need to guess, he also knew that Wang Yuying must have participated in the naming.
He was thinking that if he had a child in the future, he would have to register the child's household registration before Wang Yuying knew about it, otherwise she would have to choose a random name again.
Things like ‘goudan’, hairy egg, Erga, Gouzheng, Sanjin, Yangdan, etc. are troublesome.
While Yang Jun was planning for his own child, he also expressed sadness for his niece.
If she hadn't been so young, she would have objected to the name.
Just like there is a joke on the Internet, "When you gave birth to me, did you ask me if I consented?"
He could imagine that in the future the child would have conflicts with his parents because of the name issue.
Yang Jun lamented that the older people get, the more confused they become.
When it came to naming, Yang Jun and his five brothers and sisters were pretty good at it, at least not to the point where they couldn't make a decision.
But when it comes to his grandchildren, he is full of doting and pampering, wishing to give her all his love and hope. Little does he know, has he ever asked his children if this is what they want?
Yang Jun shook his head.
He was powerless to change the status quo, especially when faced with Wang Yuying, the only person in the world who could do nothing but change.
"Mom, let's eat some white flour steamed buns. My stomach hurts again recently."
Yang Jun saw Wang Yuying start cooking. She was about to pour the cornmeal into the basin, and he couldn't help but lift it out.
He really can't get used to eating Wo Wo Tou.
For those who have never eaten steamed buns, it tastes delicious, but after two meals in a row, you will feel that your throat no longer belongs to you.
"Hey, when did you get this problem?"
Wang Yuying said with a teasing look.
Her hands didn't stop, holding half a bowl of warm water, while making noodles, she rolled her eyes at Yang Jun.
How could she still not know the virtues of her son?
When Yang Jun saw that the lie was exposed, he didn't feel embarrassed at all. He smiled and said,
"Even if you don't think about me, you should think about Meizi. Can she swallow such coarse food?"
Wang Yuying snorted coldly, didn't say anything, and directly tapped the millet porridge that was put aside to dry with her chopsticks.
"What about Lao Wu? Lao Wu is still a child?"
"You don't need to worry about Lao Wu. I've already given him half a bowl of braised pork just now."
Wang Yuying gestured with her chin to look at the bowl in the sink that had not yet been washed. Meat residue could still be seen in the bowl.
Yang Jun's head was covered with black lines, and he held his forehead speechlessly.
Feelings are not his own. Yangmei and Yanghuai are delicious and delicious, and he only deserves to eat Wowotou.
I don’t know what Wang Yuying is saving money for. How much money can she save by being frugal?
On weekdays, they often send food and drinks to their homes, and they also give money and tickets in handfuls. In the end, this is the treatment.
"Okay, stop working, I'm going back to the factory."
The more Yang Jun thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt.
In this courtyard, all he has to do is shout, "Who invites me to dinner?"
It is estimated that everyone in the yard will happily welcome him into their home. Not to mention eight dishes and eight bowls, at least four dishes and one soup are indispensable, and they have to provide for him like an old lady.
"I'll fall down if I don't eat."
Wang Yuying threw the dough into the basin, covered it with a lid, and saved it for dinner at night.
Yang Jun did not go back directly, but came to Yang Mei's room.
The child is five or six days old. He is white and plump. He is completely different from the original little old man, especially the two small dimples on his face, which are exactly the same as bayberry.
"Baby, call me uncle."
The child's bones were too soft, and Yang Jun did not dare to hug her, so he could only lie beside the bed and play with her.
"Brother, don't blame mom. Mom is used to living a hard life and is reluctant to eat good things."
Yang Mei just heard the conversation between the two of them and comforted her.
"Do I dare to blame her? If I don't give the good things to my own son, I will give them to others." Yang Jun said angrily.
"My uncle's family has just come back and their life is not easy. It's appropriate for our family to help out a little."
"His family is not well-off? Haha, four people are getting paid. Do you tell me that his family still needs help?"
Yang Jun had a lot of opinions about his uncle.
Nowadays, a family of four is assigned to work in a factory. Life cannot be said to be too good. At least they can have enough to eat and drink.
Anyone who knows something in their heart will never be embarrassed to accept Wang Yuying's help again.
Every month, Yang Jun sent hundreds of kilograms of white rice and noodles, as well as dozens of kilograms of meat ingredients, but Wang Yuying was reluctant to eat them, so she gave them to her uncle's family.
Just accept it. It’s been like this for one month, and it’s been like this for two months. It’s been almost half a year. Do you really think your family owns a supermarket?
Yang Jun was just angry with his uncle's family. He never visited them again after visiting them twice.
"Brother, don't be angry. Although my uncle's family of four is working, the combined salary is not as much as mine alone. Besides, the house my uncle lives in is rented, and they are still thinking of saving some money to redeem the house.
Woolen cloth."
Yang Mei patted Yang Jun's hand and comforted her.
"Okay, let's not talk about him, let's talk about you."
Yang Jun changed the topic and said.
"What are you talking about me for? What do I have to say?" Yang Mei said with her eyes wide open.
"Let me ask you, can this child's name be changed?"
Yang Mei's lips moved, and finally she pursed her lips and said nothing.
"What to change? Believe it or not, I changed your name first?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Yuying came up with millet porridge.
She put the millet porridge on the bedside table and looked around, as if looking for someone who could take advantage of her.
When Yang Jun saw that something was not going well, he ran away.
…
As soon as I came downstairs, I saw the big stone standing at the door of my house.
"Let's go to your house to chat."
Yang Jun looked back and found that no one was catching up with him, so he ran away in no hurry.
"Uncle Yang, you are such a big man, why are you still afraid of your mother?"
Shitou glanced into the room and asked with a smile.
"Nonsense, what does this have to do with age."
"If your grandma beats you, do you dare to fight back?"
Shitou scratched his head and said, "Hey, of course I don't dare."
"That's fine then."
Yang Jun rolled his eyes and continued: "The factory has decided to give out pork to employees as a holiday benefit. How much pork can you get here?"
While talking, the two came to Shitou's home.
Shitou first poured him a cup of tea, then moved a chair and sat across from him.
"Uncle Yang, the most I can get is five hundred catties."
Yang Jun found that Shitou's eyes were wandering when he was talking, as if he was deliberately avoiding his eyes.
"Ten thousand catties."
"Uncle Yang, aren't you making things difficult for me? Where can I get 10,000 kilograms of pork?"
Shitou stood up and spread his hands, looking embarrassed.
"Okay, Uncle Yang won't ask you where the meat comes from, as long as you give me 10,000 kilograms of pork the day after tomorrow."
Yang Jun didn't give him a reason to refuse and took out a piece of paper and a key from his pocket.
"You put the pork in this warehouse, and I will take someone to pull it out early the day after tomorrow."
Shitou took the note and key and said with a grimace,
"Uncle Yang, we really can't get 10,000 kilograms of pork. Can I use chicken, duck, fish and goose instead?"
"Sure, as long as it's meat."
Yang Jun estimated that this guy's system was a vegetable garden subsystem. He usually grew vegetables and raised small animals such as chickens and ducks. It would be a bit difficult for him to take out 10,000 kilograms of pork at a time.
However, if you can scrape together 10,000 kilograms of meat, it doesn’t matter whether it’s chickens, ducks, fish, geese, pigs, sheep, cattle, or dogs.
"When you come to the factory tomorrow, I'll ask the people in the finance department to settle the payment for you first. I'm afraid your friends won't be worried about such a large sum of money."
"Yes, my friend also told me to pay a deposit first. I'm still worried about where to get the money." Shitou quickly agreed.
Yang Jun rolled his eyes.
If I didn't know your true identity, I would have almost been deceived by you.
Looking at your acting skills, you will be short of an Oscar and owe you a statuette.
"Okay, keep a low profile from now on. If you need anything, you can come to me and I'll help you sort it out."
When Yang Jun said this, he took out his pen and left his phone number for him.
"Thank you, Uncle Yang."
Shitou stood up excitedly and bowed to him.
He looked at the director of the steel rolling mill in front of him, and it seemed different from what he had imagined.
Yang Jun was no longer just a help to him.
He had donated money to their family in the past, and later offered to help him enter the factory, and changed himself to a more free job, and he was so thoughtful about everything.
He once suspected that Yang Jun was the same kind of person as him, and he also tested him.
Maybe it was because Yang Jun hid it so well that he didn't find any flaws. However, from the bottom of his heart, he felt cordial to Yang Jun, and sometimes he even had the urge to tell him his secret.
"Don't deliver ingredients to the food collection point for the next two days. Finish the work of these 10,000 kilograms of ingredients first."
After Yang Jun finished speaking, he patted his butt and prepared to leave.
"Okay, Uncle Yang, I'll see you off."
Shitou stood up and personally escorted Yang Jun to the gate.
Watching the car disappear at the end of the alley, he turned around and walked in the other direction.
