After Yang Jianguang suffered defeat one after another, Li Hai no longer had the desire to pretend.
When the car arrived at their village, he even forgot to say goodbye to Zhang Kexin and got out of the car in despair.
After a while, the shuttle bus arrived at Yangcun. Looking at the familiar scenery outside the window, Yang Jianguang hurriedly shouted towards the front.
"Master, there is someone in Yangcun."
However, the driver in front showed no intention of paying attention and drove forward on his own.
Yang Jianguang didn't urge him anymore. Those who drove the shuttle were all masters. They would know where to get off when someone greeted him.
If Master Yang Cun forgets to stop the car later, Yang Jianguang will scold his mother.
Seeing the speed of the car slowing down, Yang Jianguang hurriedly said to Zhang Kexin next to him.
"Kexin, I'm getting off the bus soon. If you have time, you can come to my house to play."
Zhang Kexin also smiled and nodded.
"Don't worry, Yang Jianguang. My dad just bought a bicycle this year. I will go to your house to pay New Year's greetings this year."
As he spoke, the shuttle bus also stopped with a scoff.
Yang Jianguang didn't care to say anything to Zhang Kexin, nodded towards him, and got out of the car with his bag.
This shuttle bus only goes to the intersection of Yangcun and will not go inside Yangcun, let alone go directly to Yang Jianguang's home.
So Yang Jianguang had to carry his bag and walk some distance.
Fortunately, he didn't bring much with him. Apart from the test papers he needed to write, he only had some vegetables, rice and other daily necessities.
If he still needs to buy something by then, he will have to walk another five or six miles to Wei Town.
As Yang Jianguang walked, he thought about how it always rains when the Chinese New Year is approaching.
In addition, the road back to the village has not yet hardened, and there are puddles on the left and right of the mud road, which I almost stepped on.
Since he studied in Xinyong County and became rich, Yang Jianguang no longer wears green Jiefang rubber shoes all day long.
Even though he has always adhered to the principle of keeping a low profile, he is still unwilling to do the behavior of abusing himself in order to keep a low profile.
In addition, he owns a supermarket, so he has to prepare a few pairs of suitable shoes for himself. He also brought back a few sets of brand-new and fashionable clothes and shoes for Chen and Fang, and then told them that they were bought by him.
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Although Chen Fang and Chen Fang felt sorry for money, they blamed Yang Jianguang for being so lavish.
In this day and age, there is no such thing as seven-day no-reason returns, and the second brother is not the kind of person who can take things and ask for them to return them.
I can only accept things helplessly.
But this brand new gray clothes and sneakers are easy to wear.
But obviously Yang Jianguang forgot an important thing.
That is, it doesn't matter if he usually wears this gray suit in Xinyong County, but there are mud roads everywhere in Yangcun.
In addition, it rained and the road was extremely muddy.
Now that Yang Jianguang hadn't walked very far, there was a lot of yellow mud on his feet and a lot of muddy yellow spots on his pants.
Before he had taken a few steps, he heard a noisy roar behind him, and the sound was getting closer and closer to Yang Jianguang.
Hearing the sound, Yang Jianguang glanced back in confusion. Behind him, a blue motorcycle with an extremely short seat was rushing towards him.
And when it saw Yang Jianguang, the motorcycle showed no intention of slowing down. Instead, it rushed straight towards the puddle next to Yang Jianguang.
The corner of Yang Jianguang's mouth twitched, and he quickly jumped to the field beside the road. He took a few steps towards the field awkwardly, and then reluctantly stopped.
The motorcycle in front of him also happened to pass by the puddle on the road, splashing water everywhere. Fortunately, Yang Jianguang avoided it in time, otherwise he would have been splashed with mud and water at this time.
Moreover, Yang Jianguang, who was standing awkwardly in the field, could clearly hear a burst of unbridled ridicule coming from the motorcycle.
Yang Jianguang frowned slightly, and just when he was about to return to the road, the motorcycle in front of him stopped.
Then, a sarcastic voice suddenly sounded.
"Hey, isn't this Yang Jianguang?
Our great talent still has to walk on his feet when he returns home."
"It's so pitiful. Call me Chicken Brother and I'll let you experience my golden city today."
Yang Jianguang didn't say anything. He walked forward a few steps and took a closer look before he recognized the guy in front of him who had waxed hair and his hair looked shiny.
The guy in front of me is called Yang Jiji. He comes from the same village as Yang Jianguang, and his nickname is Little Chicken.
While Yang Jianguang was sizing up Yang Jiang, Yang was also straddling the ground, holding the handlebar with one hand and supporting the back seat with the other. He was smugly sizing up Yang Jianguang in front of him.
Unlike Yang Jianguang, Yang Ji basically went to work as an apprentice to make shoes out of town with his relatives next door since he graduated from elementary school without being admitted to junior high school.
These days, the control over the work of minors is not very strict, so it is basically not difficult for Yang to find a job.
I heard from Chen Fang that when Yang was working out of town, he got into a fight with someone, was sent to a detention center, and lost his job. He didn't come back to Yang Village for several years. I didn't expect to see him again this year.
As for Yang Jiji, he was actually extremely unhappy with Yang Jianguang.
His family is not far from Yang Jianguang's family, so his mother often uses Yang Jianguang as an example to herself, and she constantly accuses herself of not being able to read.
So as time went by, Yang Jiancheng became more and more disgusted with Yang Jianguang.
After finally returning to the village, he cruelly spent a lot of money to buy this second-hand motorcycle, and met his old enemy Yang Jianguang, so he naturally had to ridicule him severely.
However, seeing that Yang Jianguang remained silent, refused to surrender to him, and was still sizing him up, Yang Ji basically snorted coldly.
"Yang Jianguang, you nerd, let me give you a piece of advice. When you meet someone who is better than you, you'd better give in to them, otherwise you will suffer a big loss."
Yang Jianguang on the other side was carefully looking at the motorcycle this guy was riding.
Judging from the appearance of the motorcycle, it should be called Jincheng CJ70, which was a very popular motorcycle in the 1980s and 1990s.
The short length, low body and fool-like operation of this scooter make many women fall in love with it at first sight.
Although the seats were not too spacious, the strong power, fuel consumption of just over one hundred kilometers, and most importantly the price of more than 3,000 yuan quickly attracted the attention of many people at the time.
Moreover, this car was not only loved by domestic users at the time, but was also exported to Pakistan Railways in large quantities to generate foreign exchange. After the establishment of Jincheng Group in 1992, it accelerated export cooperation and transferred the technology of Jincheng CJ70A to
Got Batie.
From the rusty exhaust pipe of the motorcycle, it is not difficult to tell that this should be a second-hand motorcycle.
After hearing what Yang Jiancheng said, Yang Jianguang smiled and raised his head.
He walked directly to the second-hand Jincheng and listened to the roaring sound, just like the second uncle next door who was out of breath.
Then Yang Jianguang patted Jincheng’s car seat and said with a smile,
"Little Chicken, let me give you a piece of advice. It's best not to turn off the engine while you're in the car."