I have to say, this style is packed full of flair.
Sun Dashan took advantage of Yang Jun's trust in Sun Zhaodi and pretended to be coercive in front of the villagers, and he did what he had to do when he was forced.
It’s not that I want to pretend, it’s that people beg me to pretend, and it’s not okay if I don’t pretend.
After receiving a wave of envious looks, Sun Dashan and Yu Manshan got into the jeep and returned to the village amidst everyone's envious and jealous looks.
Although Sun Dashan can pretend, he knows how to judge the situation. No matter how much he pretends, he has to bring Party Secretary Sun with him. It is true that his backer is Yang Jun, but after all, he will have to hang around with Yu Manshan's men in the future.
What's more, Lao Yu's son Yu Shiyun came back with Zhao Di, so it would be unreasonable not to show off with him.
The car first stayed at the door of the village party secretary's house for half an hour, and then Sun Dashan asked Zhao Di to drive the car home.
The face of the village party secretary still needs to be maintained.
The bus stop for half an hour was not in vain. Didn't you see that before leaving the house, Yu Manshan's family personally sent him out of the house.
At Yu Manshan's home, Sun Dashan also got some great news.
Yu Manshan promised him that he would convene a meeting of village cadres tomorrow and propose that he be the captain of the Ninth Brigade.
Although this captain is neither a cadre nor an official, he has considerable power and manages three to four hundred people under his command.
Except for the captain, deputy captain, custodian, and clerk who do not need to work in the fields, everyone else has to work in the fields.
Moreover, the captain also enjoys full-time salary throughout the year. No matter what the year is, his share will always be there.
"Zhao Di, your Uncle Yang said that you will be your aunt's chauffeur next week."
At the dinner table, Sun Dashan said to Sun Zhaodi who was devouring her food.
"Yes, that's what Uncle Yang said."
Although the food at home was not as good as the food in the cafeteria, it was better than being able to eat with the whole family, so she felt that the meal was particularly delicious.
In fact, there was nothing delicious. Although there was a lot of food on the table, there was only one black pickle, and the other things were just baskets of steamed buns.
The wowotou was made from the thirty kilograms of stick noodles given by Yang Jun. There was also twenty yuan beside it. It was Yang Jun who gave it to him with the stick noodles between his hands.
Their whole family is very good at eating, and almost every two of them eats a piece of steamed bun.
Today's meal consisted of more than a hundred steamed steamed buns. It was specially made to celebrate Sun Zhaodi. If it were normal, it would be nice if each person could get two steamed buns.
"You, Uncle Yang, are a good man. You must drive well, do you hear me?"
"I know, Dad."
While eating, Sun Zhaodi recounted what happened in the factory in the past few months, which shocked the whole family.
Especially when they heard that Sun Zhaodi had eaten two hundred and seventy dumplings stuffed with mutton, the whole family became uneasy.
"Sister, what are the flavors of mutton stuffed dumplings?" one of her brothers asked.
Sun Zhaodi was stunned for a moment, thought about it, then shook his head and said,
"I forgot, but it smells good anyway."
When her brother heard this, a trace of disappointment flashed across his face: "I have never eaten dumplings in my life."
"It doesn't matter. If you have a chance in the future, if you come to the city with dad, I'll treat you to dumplings."
Sun Zhaodi stroked her brother's head and comforted him.
"You can eat dumplings for free," Sun Dashan scolded from the side.
The sudden scolding scared the drooling child to tears.
Sun Dashan's wife glared at him, then turned back to comfort the child.
The nice and warm atmosphere was ruined by Sun Dashan, and the whole family rolled their eyes at him.
At this time, Sun Zhaocai, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "Dad, I also want to go to work in the factory with my sister."
This Sun Zhaocai is the second eldest in the family. He is sixteen years old this year. His face is somewhat similar to that of Sun Dashan. If you didn't know him, you would think that they are brothers.
He is now a young man. After Sun Zhaodi entered the factory, the work at home fell on him. At such a young age, he had to follow his father in the fields to earn work points.
Sun Zhaodi's words opened the door to a new world for him, and he longed for and longed for life in the city.
He felt that as long as he could work in a factory, he would never have to go hungry again.
To be honest, he has never had enough to eat in his life.
"Why are you going? I can't stay with you anymore at home."
Sun Zhaocai's words attracted Sun Dashan's scolding.
He slapped his chopsticks on the table and said, "You must be content and grateful. Your Uncle Yang has already taken good care of our family. Don't cause any more trouble to him."
Sun Dashan does not want his children to live a good life, but he understands that people cannot be greedy.
Yang Jun has helped his family enough, including giving money and food stamps, sending food, and sending clothes. If it weren't for him, his family would not be able to endure the famine that they have endured for so many years.
Therefore, when facing someone who has helped him, he will never allow his children to trouble him again.
Sun Dashan is definitely an authoritative presence in this family. No matter how dissatisfied his children are, they will not dare to confront him in person.
Sun Zhaocai knew in his heart that the road to his father's place was blocked, so he could only look at Sun Zhaodi for help.
Sun Zhaodi did not dare to express her position in person, so she could only use her eyes to signal him not to be impatient.
After dinner, the family sat together, and several young children tried on the cotton clothes brought back by Sun Zhaodi on the kang.
The cotton-padded clothes were bought by Yang Jun for Sun Dashan and his wife. The children looked nondescript when wearing them, but they still happily tried them on.
"This new cotton coat is so warm."
Sun Dashan's wife couldn't help but sigh.
The family hasn't made new clothes for many years. On weekdays, the eldest brother picks up leftovers and wears them, then the third child...
Not only did the children have no new clothes to wear, but even the adults didn't have any new clothes.
"Yeah, we don't have to take turns wearing them from now on."
Sun Dashan put on the large cotton coat and felt it. It was indeed quite warm.
He buttoned the buttons, then came to look at the half mirror on the wall, and felt that he felt more energetic.
"Damn it, I'm going to go for a spin."
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"Stop showing off, you haven't had enough limelight today." Sun Dashan's wife rolled her eyes.
"Okay, I'll listen to you. If I don't go, I won't go."
Sun Dashan smiled awkwardly.
That was what he was thinking just now, thinking about going out for a walk and letting everyone in the village see that Sun Dashan finally put on new cotton clothes.
"Dad, Uncle Yang asked me to bring you a message." Sun Zhaodi said.
"What words"
Sun Dashan was stunned for a moment, then quickly sat upright.
Sun Zhaodi glanced at her mother, then took two steps back.
"Uncle Yang said that you should take my mother to the hospital for sterilization when you have time."
After Sun Zhaodi said this, she immediately hid behind her mother.
In fact, Yang Jun had no one to say anything to her. This was what she wanted to say.
After staying with Yi Qiu Shui for a while, she more or less understood some hygiene knowledge. A mother's uncontrolled childbirth would be extremely harmful to the body.
Not to mention giving birth, miscarriages are just one after another.
Wasn't this some time ago, her mother was pregnant again? Not even two months later, she had another miscarriage.
Yi Qiushui told her that this was a habitual miscarriage, and it would be difficult to conceive again in the future, and even if she did, she would not be able to keep it.
Therefore, Sun Zhaodi felt that she could no longer let her mother suffer like this, so she had the courage to speak her mind.
"Uncle Yang really said that."
Sun Dashan was not as irritable as he thought, but he thought about it carefully before asking.
"Well, I, Uncle Yang, have said that this matter should be done sooner rather than later." Sun Zhaodi said with a guilty conscience.
After she finished speaking, her palms were covered in cold sweat.
If her father knew she was lying, he would have to hang her from the rafters and beat her with a rolling pin.
"Hey, okay, I'll just listen to your Uncle Yang on this matter."
Sun Dashan thought for a moment and then said: "You happen to have a car. Let's take your mother to have the surgery tomorrow."
"Okay, Dad."
After Sun Zhaodi finished speaking, she felt relaxed all over.
It was Yang Jun who said it was a good idea to have sterilization surgery. If it had been anyone else who said it, Sun Dashan would have waited with his fist.
Rural people's idea of inheriting incense has long been ingrained. If you dare to ask him to undergo sterilization surgery, his first reaction will be that if you want him to have no children, he will have to fight for you.
Sun Dashan felt that what a leader like Yang Jun said must be right, and it was absolutely right to listen to him.
After this miscarriage, he also felt that he could not have any more children.
He had more than a dozen children, eight in total due to premature deaths and miscarriages. Especially the last two miscarriages made him realize that if he continued like this, something big would happen sooner or later.
In particular, after this miscarriage, my mother's health has become even worse than before. Now she is panting from exhaustion even when working in the fields.
This time, Yang Jun proposed the sterilization operation, which strengthened his confidence not to have children.
"Dad, there is something else I want to tell you."
When Sun Zhaodi came back this time, she saw that Sun Dashan's temper had calmed down a lot and he was no longer so stubborn, so she took this opportunity to chat a little more.
"You can't finish everything at once. It's hesitating and not pleasant at all."
Sun Dashan smoked dry cigarettes, and the pot made a clanging sound.
Sun Zhaodi subconsciously took a step back, feeling that she was at a safe distance, and then continued,
"Uncle Yang asked me to stay at his house and said I would eat with him later."
Before Sun Zhaodi finished speaking, Sun Dashan stood up suddenly, pointed at Sun Zhaodi's nose and cursed,
"You damn girl, you don't know what your appetite is. Uncle Yang is just trying to be polite. Don't take it so stupidly seriously, you know?"
"But...but Uncle Yang said that it was arranged like this for the convenience of driving for aunt."
Even though the family now relies on Sun Zhaodi to earn money, as long as Sun Dashan is here, she will not have the final say in the family.
"Oh, so that's it."
Sun Dashan relaxed and sat on the kang. The old god said calmly: "Then you should listen to your Uncle Yang."
Sun Zhaodi's eyes lit up, and she continued: "Uncle Yang also said that you should be nice to my mother."
"Well, listen to your Uncle Yang."
"Uncle Yang also said that you can't hit us casually in the future."
"Well, listen to your Uncle Yang."
"Uncle Yang also said that you should not lose your temper easily in the future."
"Well, listen to your Uncle Yang."
"Uncle Yang also said..."
Sun Dashan's face darkened, his eyes widened and he said, "That's enough, from now on you will be called Yang Zhaodi."
