After moving the cloth and cotton wool, Yang Jun drove out in his car.
He wanted to go out for a walk, get some ingredients to process, and save them for dinner in the evening.
The second mother, Qin Xiuzhi, came here this time just to take care of Ma Xiangxiu conveniently.
Now Ma Xiangxiu is pregnant with Lao Yang's child again, and the child is only a few months old. The second mother is afraid that she will be tired, so she comes to help her take care of the child.
The two children of Yang Anbang's family, Yang Qun and Yang Ling, were raised by their second mother. Now that the two children have grown up and she no longer needs to take care of them, she is free to take care of Yang Anguo's children.
However, Yang Jun was speechless when he thought that Ma Xiangxiu became pregnant again soon after giving birth.
Yang Anguo is so capable.
Ma Xiangxiu's physical condition does not affect her cooking.
Yang Jun got a headache when he thought of this.
If we find another chef, I'm afraid Ma Xiangxiu and the others will overthink it.
Don't look for it. I always feel bad about ordering a pregnant woman.
Compared to Yang Anguo, Ma Juzi was not so lucky.
Zhou Zhiruo is now over a year old, and the baby in her belly is about to give birth, and there is no one at home to help them take care of the baby.
Ma Sanpao and his wife did not want to go to the city, so they could only take care of the children at home for the eldest and second son.
Of course, Ma Sanpao and his wife were also very worried about Ma Juzi finding a widow to marry, which was one of the reasons why they were unwilling to give Ma Juzi a child.
Yang Jun parked the car on the side of the road, got out of the car and stretched his hands and feet, which were red from the cold.
Cars of this era did not have air conditioning, and the manufacturing process of the cars was not refined, so they did not keep warm at all.
Today, he came out to get some food from the space for dinner in the evening.
It snowed a few days ago, and coupled with the recent severe cold weather, there was a thick layer of ice on the road.
Yang Jun looked at the long icy road ahead and couldn't help but get interested in having fun.
When I grew up, I never played skating games again.
Now, he was in no hurry to go back, so he walked over.
When he came to the ice, he staggered his feet, one in front and one in back. He put a little force on his back foot and moved slowly.
After trying it a few times and finding a familiar feeling, he started to play with his hands and feet.
While Yang Jun was having fun, a group of young people came from across the road.
Most of these kids are in their late teens or early 20s, and they all look like unemployed young people.
There are at least hundreds of thousands of young people like this in the four-nine cities.
Most of the young people like this are unemployed at home, or they go to the countryside to join the queue and return to the city to celebrate the New Year.
"Hey, who is that? Go away, we want to play."
At this time, a young man wearing a cotton hat with a red nose from the cold said to Yang Jun.
After hearing this, Yang Jun rolled his eyes and ignored him.
He never looks down upon people like this who speak in an uneducated manner.
Such a big place is enough for everyone to play together, so what's going to bother you?
When the young man saw that Yang Jun ignored him, he immediately became angry.
He felt that he had lost face in front of a group of brothers, so he took two steps forward and shouted,
"I'm talking to you, are you deaf?"
"roll!"
Yang Jun shouted.
"Oh, are you going to play rough with me?"…
The young man's face darkened, and he waved to his brothers to show Yang Jun's appearance.
"You don't want to ask me who Mr. Dong is. Do you believe that I will give you some blood today?"
A group of young people immediately surrounded Yang Jun.
These children were not afraid at all when they saw that Yang Jun was an adult.
What's wrong with adults? Can one person defeat a group of people?
Yang Jun looked at these children coldly, trying hard to suppress the anger in his heart.
"It's still too late to get out before I'm angry, otherwise..."
"Ha ha!"
Before Yang Jun could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a group of children.
"Brothers, this guy doesn't know how to behave, just fuck him."
With a greeting, a group of young people will rush forward.
They rush forward quickly and retreat quickly.
I saw that Yang Jun had a submachine gun in his hand at some point.
Yang Jun held the P5 submachine gun in both hands, lowered his wrist, and fired a volley.
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
The black muzzle spit out tongues of fire mercilessly.
Yang Jun turned around and drew a circle with a diameter of two meters around himself, forcing the young people outside the circle.
After half a month of copying, there were tens of thousands of guns and tens of thousands of bullets in his space.
I was worried that I had no place to test the gun, but I didn't expect it to come in handy today.
The sound of the gun is dull and heavy, giving people a sense of solidity.
Yang Jun felt that with a gun in hand, he could safely kill no matter how many people there were.
"Everyone squat down!"
With a roar, more than a dozen young people squatted on the ice road fearfully.
A gust of wind blew, and Yang Jun smelled a strange smell.
Looking back, he saw pools of unknown yellow-brown liquid on the ice and an unknown stench, which made him dizzy.
Subconsciously, he took a few steps back and stood on the curb on the side of the road, covering his nose with one hand and looking disgusted.
At least half of the dozen or so young people were so frightened that they were incontinent and were sifting through chaff at this moment.
"Plop!"
With a sound, the young man who had just been leading the group was seen kneeling on the cold ground.
Keep kowtowing.
"Brother, I have offended you so much, please forgive me."
"Boss, I'm sorry, I lost my head."
"Uncle, please spare us this time. You won't dare to do it again next time."
Everyone begged for mercy in unison.
Seeing that the leaders were all kneeling, they also changed from squatting to kneeling and kept kowtowing.
At this moment, Yang Jun did not dare to speak. The smell of feces and urine was so strong that he could not open his mouth.
He looked at the treetops in the direction of the wind blowing and found that he was standing in the wrong place.
He actually stood in the downwind.
So, he moved around, bypassed the group of young people, and came upwind of them.
"Who is that? Did you just say that your name is Mr. Dong? I heard that you are very powerful?"
Yang Jun lit a cigarette and started smoking leisurely.
The strong smell of tobacco diluted the smell of feces and urine, and at this moment, Yang Jun felt less uncomfortable.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I don't dare, I don't dare, I don't dare to claim to be the master in front of you. Please show your dignity and bypass me this time."
The man named Mr. Dong raised his head and didn't see Yang Jun, so he turned his head following the voice and knelt in another direction...
"Weren't you quite arrogant just now? Your parents fed you and clothed you just so you could come out and cause trouble for him?" Yang Jun said.
"Uncle, we don't dare to do it anymore."
Everyone said in unison.
"If you do something wrong, you will be punished. You can't just say sorry."
"Uncle, please tell me, mark a lane, and we will all follow." Mr. Dong said.
Yang Jun saw a telephone pole next to him, so he walked over and leaned against it.
He found a comfortable position, then exhaled a puff of smoke and said calmly,
"Take off your shoes."
"ah?"
The group of children were stunned for a moment, all looking at each other with grimaces and saying nothing.
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
…
Another one
Shuttle down.
The ice road under their feet was riddled with holes, and sharp ice particles flew everywhere, scratching their skin and leaving streaks of blood.
"Don't make me say it a second time."
Yang Jun shouted.
The smell of feces and urine filled the air again.
Even upwind, Yang Jun could still clearly feel the oncoming excitement.
In fact, without Yang Jun's instructions, the children took off their shoes voluntarily when the second gunshot was fired.
"Uncle, we don't dare to do it anymore."
"Boss, please let us go."
…
Facing these young people, Yang Jun had no mercy at all in his eyes.
Don't look at them now, they are submissive, obedient, and well-behaved like good children, but in the blink of an eye they are bullying men and dominating women again.
Yang Jun looked around and saw a smelly ditch on the side of the road, but it was now frozen.
He raised the gun in his hand.
"Poof! Poof! Poof! Poof!"
After a few bullets were fired, a large hole suddenly appeared on the thick ice, and the sewage inside splashed everywhere.
"Throw all your shoes in there."
This time Yang Jun didn't need to repeat it twice. A group of people quickly picked up the shoes and threw them into the ice hole.
"Take off your socks too."
Everyone did not dare to resist and had no choice but to do as he ordered.
After they threw their socks into the ice hole, they returned to the original ice road.
The cold weather in the twelfth lunar month of winter is not something ordinary people can challenge.
These young people stood on the ice and kept jumping back and forth.
It was bone-chilling, like walking on a knife's edge.
No one can stand on the ice for more than three seconds.
"Brother, we have done what you asked, can you let us go now?"
At this time, a fat boy said with a bitter face.
When Yang Jun heard the voice, he saw that the person speaking was a fat man weighing nearly two hundred pounds.
This guy is too fat to jump as nimbly as others, so the soles of his feet are in contact with the ice the longest.
Yang Jun ignored him, but raised the muzzle of the gun in his hand and pointed it at him, scaring the fat man into shutting up quickly.
The smooth ice road was riddled with holes by Yang Jun. There were chunks of ice shards everywhere on the road. The cold skin could not bear such torture. Several children's feet were scratched by the ice shards.
Leave a little blood stain.
Looking at their appearance, Yang Jun seemed to have no intention of letting them stop...
Add another cigarette and continue to lean in and enjoy the fun.
At this time, people kept passing by on the road, but seeing their embarrassed appearance, no one wanted to stay and watch the fun. They took a sneak glance and left in a hurry.
Yang Jun raised his wrist and looked at the time. It was almost an hour since he left. It was time to go back.
"Is it cold?"
"Cold...not cold..."
Usually young people give messy answers.
"Is it cold or not?" Yang Jun asked again, this time his voice raised an octave.
"cold!"
This time the answer was neat and loud.
"Do you want to leave?"
"think!"
After Yang Jun heard this, the corners of his mouth curled up.
"Okay, I will grant you my wish. As long as you come to me and kowtow three times, I will let you leave."
This time, they didn't hesitate and ran over in a swarm.
"Boom! Boom!" Boom!
Without saying anything, he knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.
"Uncle, can we leave?"
These young men knelt on the ground and looked at Yang Jun eagerly.
At this time, they just hoped that Yang Jun would not make any more mistakes and treat them like a fart as soon as possible.
"cannot!"
As soon as they finished speaking, their expressions changed.
It was very ugly.
Just when they were about to plead for mercy, they heard Yang Jun say quietly,
"You're celebrating the New Year, why don't you get any lucky money when you kowtow?"
After speaking, Yang Jun took out a handful of money from his pocket, one yuan for each person, a total of thirteen people.
Looking at a bunch of confused idiots, Yang Jun's face darkened and he asked,
"You don't have a tutor. Haven't your adults taught you what to say when you get the New Year's money?"
"Thank you grandpa!"
"get out!"
Yang Jun waved his hand.
Those grandsons fled in a hurry like bereaved dogs.
