Before anyone in the room could react, a man walked in from outside the door.
He is about forty years old. His face is dark and dirty. He hasn't washed it for an unknown amount of time. His hair is as messy as a chicken coop. If you look closely, you can see lice crawling around. He is wearing a black coat stained with oily twists.
It can reflect light under the light, and a pair of sneaky eyes will start flying around the room as soon as they come in, just like a mouse got into the rice vat.
This man's name is Yang Laoxi. He is the third son of the eldest brother whose third uncle's grandfather has passed away. He is an old bachelor. He usually doesn't work in the team. He can always find various excuses to stop him. Every now and then, he will do something if he is greedy.
He was a traitor, lazy, greedy, and slippery. He was famous throughout the entire brigade and even in the commune. He was like a plague, and everyone who saw him hid.
Naturally, the third uncle and grandpa would not invite such a person to come over and cause trouble. He came uninvited, so as soon as he saw him entering the house, the old man's face darkened and he said rudely: "You bastard."
What are you doing here? Get out of here!"
He was not afraid that this shameless nephew would have something to eat or drink, but he was afraid that if he clung to Chu Heng, he would not only cause trouble for others, but also embarrass the old Yang family...
"Hey, how can I get out? I have to see my nephew." After being scolded, Yang Laoxi was not angry at all. He sniffed his nose and rubbed his nose with his sleeves, which he didn't know what they were like. His eyes rolled.
After scanning Chu Heng's face, he licked his face and came to the kang, asking with a smile: "Are you Chu Heng? I am your fourth uncle. I hugged you when I was a child, do you remember?"
Chu Heng's head was full of black lines and he looked at this big face that could even perform on the stage without makeup. He sniffed and could smell a bad smell from this guy. He moved his butt back without leaving a trace, and immediately his face
He forced out an ugly smile, shook his head and said: "This... I really have no impression."
"Haha." Yang Laoxi was not embarrassed when he touched a soft nail. He leaned forward again, sat down on the kang, put his hands into his sleeves, and started chatting: "Hey, I heard that you are here
You want to be a high official in the capital, right?"
"Oh, I'm just a driver. How can I be a high-ranking official?" Chu Heng shook his head in denial, but he didn't dare to brag, otherwise he would have to stick to him.
At that time, it will be like a toad getting on the feet and not biting people anymore. It’s disgusting.
"Are you trying to trick your fourth uncle here?"
When Yang Laoxi heard this, he squinted his eyes and said, "Do you think any driver dares to drive the leader's car around casually? And I've heard from Yang Qing, what kind of institute are you now the deputy director of?
He is in charge of chewing grains of hundreds of thousands of people! He also has a very good relationship with King Jiang Yan in our county."
I know why you still ask!?
This time, Chu Heng was embarrassed. He scratched his head and didn't know what to say. He had to turn his head and look at Yang Qing, who was silent.
You kid really sold your brother and me out!
"Crack!"
The third uncle and grandpa were more straightforward than him. He raised his arm and slapped the ear with a big slap, and scolded you with a glare: "I told you not to go out and mess around, why didn't you listen at all? Let's see how I deal with you later.
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He warned his family several times not to go out and talk nonsense about Chu Heng to others, but he still didn't stick to it.
Yang Qing rubbed his cheek and said with a sad face: "Sir, I didn't say anything to anyone else, so I just murmured to my uncle. Who knew he had such a loose mouth?"
"Isn't this what you told people?" The third uncle and grandma also glared at the boy with a stern face, then turned to look at Yang Laoxi, frowned and said: "Laoxi, there are guests at home today, so the third aunt won't stay with you.
Now, there is wine and meat outside. Take a basin and decorate it with whatever you like, then go back and drink it yourself."
"I'm not leaving. I have to have a drink with my nephew here." Yang Laoxi's face was extremely thick-skinned. His master even kicked him out, but his butt looked like it was welded to death on the kang.
He didn't move at all, but turned around and started chatting with Chu Heng again: "Grand nephew, my fourth uncle asked you to do me a favor. Do you think you can find a job for my fourth uncle in Beijing? It's best to be relaxed.
Yes, you get more money."
Why don't you say go to Zhongnanhai?
Chu Heng smiled silently. He couldn't refuse directly, so he could only prevaricate: "I'll go back and ask for you."
"Then it's settled! I'll wait for your news!" Yang Laoxi took it seriously. He stood up excitedly, rummaged through his pockets, and wanted to give him a cigarette, but after touching for a long time, he only found half of it.
A box of matches, so he looked at Yang Qing next to him who had a resentful look on his face, and extended his hand over without politeness.
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Hurry up and take out the cigarette."
Looking at this embarrassing guy, the third uncle and grandpa's anger went straight to his forehead, and his temples were beating wildly. Finally, he broke out, grabbed the pipe rod and smoked it: "Get out of here!"
"Ouch!"
Yang Laoxi, who was hit on the head, let out a cry of pain, then got a stick in his neck and shouted: "I won't leave, if you can, just beat me to death!"
"You, you, you...you bastard!" The old man was about to get angry because of his heart attack. He trembled and was about to hit him again.
"Yang Laoxi!"
Hou Hai stood up at this time, his face was gloomy, his eyes were scary, and he said coldly: "Get out of here quickly, or I won't be able to enjoy your success!"
"Wait...waiting for the director!" Seeing the local emperor of the village speak, Yang Laoxi immediately calmed down and told Chu Heng not to forget his affairs, and then ran out of the house.
Yang Qing bought half a box of cigarettes, and also brought half a bowl of meat and a bottle of bulk liquor from the kitchen.
"Why did the old Yang family have such a shameful thing!"
The third uncle and grandpa stamped his feet angrily, and hurriedly said to Chu Heng: "Hengzi, don't take what that kid said seriously. He is a dog-skin plaster. If you get it, you won't be able to get off it."
"Oh, I understand." Chu Heng smiled and nodded. He had no intention of talking to Yang Laoxi in the first place.
"Come on, come on! Get ready to eat!"
At this time, there was another noise outside. The second uncle, who had left after meeting Chu Heng before, led a few big-bodied and round-waisted men and walked in from outside the courtyard carrying a steaming big basin.
Chu Heng glanced out the window subconsciously, and then froze.
There were three men in total who came with my second uncle, one middle-aged and two young. By coincidence, he also knew that they were the same men who sold deer at the pigeon market.
As they came in carrying things, Yang Zongtai, the honest and arrogant young son of the third uncle's grandfather, quickly set up the table.
As soon as this was done, Yang Youcai, the second uncle, led the men into the house and placed the large basins they were carrying on the table.
Chu Heng looked over and saw a big pig head in the basin. It looked like a wild boar!
"It's not small. It weighs more than thirty kilograms, right?" he estimated.
