Sometimes, it doesn’t mean that the higher you stand, the further you can see.
Even Yang Jun, who has lived for two generations, cannot suddenly become enlightened when it comes to savoring the meaning of life.
Sometimes, life experiences need to be savored and tempered.
Just like his grandfather Yang Wenhou, when death comes, he can still face it calmly.
Eat what you need to eat and drink what you need to drink.
Life is almost uneventful. I have already planned what land I should plant and what I will plant in my private plot next year.
At his age, life and death are no longer in sight. He feels that illness is like the alternation of cold and heat. It comes when it is time to come and goes when it is time to go.
In his opinion, there is nothing in this world that he cannot let go of. The only thing he can't let go of may be his attachment to his family.
Seeing his grandfather Yang Wenhou smiling at Fengyun's magnanimity, Yang Jun felt more and more impetuous.
Although he is now in a high and powerful position and is a respected leader in the eyes of others, his character has not been tempered enough and is far different from his grandfather.
Just like what grandpa said, he is still young, and some things can only be understood after experiencing them.
Life is like smoking cigarettes, savor life while smoking.
The sun sets in the west, and the sky is filled with red clouds that fall on the private land.
There are two figures, one old and one young, standing in the field. The picture looks warm and harmonious.
Yang Jun was in front of him using his hoe to let Tong Nuowu go. Yang Wenhou, his grandfather, was digging the ground with a rake.
Whenever Yang Jun dug out a one-meter-square area of land, his grandfather would quickly level it with a rake. The two of them worked closely together.
"Grandpa, how much private land does our family have?" Yang Jun asked.
"Including the roof of the cave dwelling, together with this one it's only a little over seven points."
Grandpa Yang Wenhou sat on the ridge of the field, took out the dry tobacco pot and lit the fire. He took two puffs, which caused a violent cough. After a while, he said,
"The roof of the cave is basically no longer suitable for planting. Every time it rains, the cave keeps leaking. I want to take advantage of the slack time to repair it, but I have old arms and legs... Hey, your second uncle is on the team every day.
I'm busy, and I can't rely on him for family matters. Until now..."
Speaking of his second uncle Yang Dong, grandpa couldn't help but sigh.
"One person can ascend to heaven. Since you became prosperous in the capital, your second uncle has been promoted like a rocket. First he was the deputy captain of the brigade, the captain, the accountant, and now he is the deputy secretary of the village branch. Hey
"Wandering around day after day, not doing any work in the fields. Hey, Jun'er, tell me, is this what a farmer should do?"
When Yang Jun heard this, he laughed.
Even though grandpa lives a thorough life, when it comes to the calculations of people in the officialdom, a hundred grandpas are not as good as one of him.
Even if he doesn't say anything, the people below him will take care of things for him.
Even though my second uncle Yang Dong didn't want to be an official, some people insisted on putting him in that position.
If nothing unexpected happens, the next village party secretary will definitely be my second uncle Yang Dong.
Maybe my second uncle will be transferred to work in the commune in two years.
This is the human heart.
Yang Jun put down his harem and sat next to his grandfather. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, blew out a puff of thick mist, and said quietly,
"Grandpa, don't worry about my second uncle's affairs. Just let him do whatever he wants."
"Hey, even if I want to take care of it, he won't listen to me?" Yang Wenhou sighed.
"I just thought that our Yang family and the old Liu family have lived in harmony for generations. If your second uncle rashly takes the position of your big-eyed uncle, wouldn't it cause division between the two families?"
Yang Jun smiled and said: "Grandpa, there is nothing wrong with it. This village party secretary does not belong to his old Liu family. He just robbed it. With me here, is it possible that his old Liu family dares to find trouble?"
When Yang Wenhou heard this, the corners of his mouth curved up, but it quickly disappeared.
Rather than living in peace, he hopes that the descendants of the Yang family will make a difference.
He, Yang Wenhou, had been an honest friend all his life, never getting into trouble with others, and lived his life peacefully.
Unexpectedly, when he was approaching old age, a Qilin son was born in the Yang family, and his eldest grandson, Yang Wenhou, turned out to be successful.
And he is not just an ordinary person, he has become a great leader that everyone envies.
Not to mention the envy of eight villages in ten miles and eighty, even the commune and county leaders visited him from time to time carrying things.
After living for more than eighty years, he was very relieved that the glory of his life should be given to his eldest grandson.
Yang Wenhou glanced at Yang Jun with satisfaction, and then glanced out of the corner of his eye at the villagers who were watching on three levels outside the courtyard gate.
Seeing several leading cadres in the village blocking the door, he felt inexplicably relieved.
However, he knows the principle of "water overflows when it is full".
So, he said to Yang Jun: "Jun'er, if you come back this time and stay for a long time, you can go and sit at their house. After all, your roots are here, you know?"
When Yang Jun heard this, he was unwilling to do so.
However, looking at his grandfather with a solemn look on his face, he couldn't bear to brush off his kindness.
"Grandpa, I won't be able to stay long this time. After checking your body, if I still have free time, I will go door to door."
When Yang Wenhou heard this, he nodded happily.
"Jun'er, you can't forget your roots. No matter where you go, your roots are here. When you get old, you still have to return to your roots."
"I know, Grandpa."
Although Yang Jun agreed verbally, he disagreed in his heart.
After my father left, he never came back. The cemetery is still in Sijiu City.
Besides, given his current status, I'm afraid he won't be able to decide where his bones will be buried after he dies.
What will happen in a few decades is still early, so why worry in vain now.
Grandpa looked back at him, as if he had guessed what he was thinking.
However, he didn't say anything.
When the children and grandchildren grow up, there are many things that are beyond their control.
After the two men finished chatting about this topic, neither of them spoke anymore and sat there dryly smoking.
After smoking two cigarettes, Yang Jun picked up the Li Er again.
Yang Wenhou knocked the pipe and pot on the sole of his shoe a few times, inserted it into his waist, then picked up the tools and continued working.
After a while, my second uncle Yang Dong came back panting.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Luo Xiaojun didn’t know Yang Dong, so when he saw him forcing his way in, he immediately lost his temper.
Pushed him, and even prepared to slap him.
"This is my home, Jun'er is my nephew, let me in."
Second uncle Yang Dong stood at the gate of his house's fence, jumping up and down to Yang Jun who was working in the yard,
"Junzi, I am the second father. Please ask your people to let me in."
Yang Jun turned around and squinted his eyes and found that the person coming was his second uncle, so he waved to Luo Xiaojun and said,
"Xiaojun, let my second dad come in."
"Okay, uncle."
After saying that, Luo Xiaojun gave Yang Dong an apologetic look.
"Master, I'm sorry."
Yang Dong couldn't help but say with a smile on his face,
"Oh, we are all members of our family. You are right to do this. You are a competent security guard. I will give Jun'er a nice word later and ask him to promote you."
When Luo Xiaojun heard this, he smiled bitterly and said, "Thank you, Master."
What else could he say except thank you.
He is already Yang Jun's most trusted person, how else can he be promoted?
"Do it well."
After saying that, Yang Dong walked into the yard with a smile.
Then he turned around and faced the villagers watching outside the fence.
"Young and old men, stop looking and go home for dinner."
"Jun'er won't leave for a while. I'll see you another day."
Yang Dong has never had such a glorious moment, and the old Yang family has never had such glory in hundreds of years.
Apart from weddings and funerals in the village, who's family can gather so many people?
Even if the village party secretary Liu Dayan calls a meeting of all the villagers, there may not be so many people.
If he didn't feel it was too high-profile, he would even want to set off firecrackers to celebrate.
When the villagers saw this, no one would be happy to give him a good gift.
"Yang Laoer, that's good. Your nephew, the leader of your family, has returned to his hometown. You, the second father, have a bright face."
"Yes, from now on, your old Yang family will become more powerful."
"Second brother, go back and tell Junzi that we are all from the same ancestor and ask him to take care of our brothers."
Faced with everyone's flattering words, Yang Dong almost became dizzy.
She clasped her hands into fists and said with a smile: "Thank you everyone, please come back."
When everyone saw what Yang Dong said, they knew it was not good to stay any longer. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, they could only reluctantly disperse.
After everyone left, Yang Dong ran over quickly.
"big!"
When passing by Yang Wenhou, Yang Dong called out, then passed him and came to Yang Jun.
"Jun'er, why don't you say hello when you come, so I can send the donkey cart from the village to pick you up."
The second father, Yang Dong, looked reproachful.
When Yang Jun heard this, he smiled.
He still couldn't understand what Yang Dong was thinking. He was just trying to show off his authority as the deputy village secretary to him.
"Second uncle, how can I help you? It's not like I can't find a home."
"That's not okay. After all, you are now a big leader, so you can't be careless about the ostentation..."
Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Yang Wenhou.
"Shut up, you're an embarrassment."
When Yang Dong heard this, he smiled awkwardly.
Yang Wenhou glared at him and said angrily: "I know how to show off every day. I am not a big official, but my addiction is not small. How dare an official like sesame seeds and mung beans dare to go around talking? Who gave you the confidence?"
When Yang Jun heard this, he laughed.
He said faintly: "Grandpa, the village party secretary is not an official."
"Oh, you're not an official yet?"
When Yang Wenhou heard this, he looked at Yang Jun with a surprised expression.
When he came to his senses, he glared at Yang Dong: "The village party secretary is not an official, so how about you, the deputy?"
"Why are you fussing every day? I don't see you every day. If you are really free, take the time to repair the roof of the kiln to prevent it from leaking when it rains."
Yang Dong's face turned green and red.
He looked at his father with a resentful look in his eyes, seeming to blame him for not being able to step down in front of a junior like Yang Jun.
"Da, I haven't had time yet. I'll find two people to repair the cave some other day. I'll also level the private land on the top of the cave for you. Do you think that's okay?"
"More days? Just tomorrow." Yang Wenhou said in a tone that could not be refused.
