Siheyuan: Qin Huai Ru, Dong Xu Qing You

After saying that, the eldest daughter of the Guan family kept staring at Yang Lei, afraid of missing any of his subtle reactions.

"That's good. Good luck."

Yang Lei said calmly that what happened between him and Miss Guan was just a business deal.

"Director Yang, do you still want to entrust your real estate business in Hong Kong to our real estate company?"

The eldest daughter of the Guan family had her life saved by General Yang, which made her taste the sweetness. She really didn't want to lose what belonged to her.

"I am what you were before."

Miss Guan finally felt relieved after receiving Yang Lei's assurance.

On the contrary, she will work harder to repay him because she has decided to make the relationship official and Mr. Yang will not look at her differently.

Yang Lei also perked up.

Holding a banana in hand, we walk together on waterways and dry roads.

Miss Guan's acting skills are quite good. Sometimes she plays a puppy, sometimes a kitten, sometimes an ashtray, sometimes a toilet...

All of Commander Yang's collections were put into the toilet by Miss Guan. I don't know if it was his illusion, but there was a yellow smell.

Afterwards, Yang Lei thought that Miss Guan had fallen into a void emotionally after breaking up with Liu Luanxiong, and this time she might be serious.

However, he knew very well that it was impossible for him and this young man to be together.

However, he didn't mind, it was her own decision.

Even if the two broke up, Lin Yi would not want the eldest daughter of the Guan family.

He doesn't mind being used, but once he is used, he will care a lot.

He didn't wash the pot.

Yang Lei was sitting on the island, watching the TV series "My Fair Princess".

Yang Lei remembered that Feng Antai seemed to have invested in the drama as well. He also wondered which film and television companies the maids in "Little Swallow", "Princess Ziwei" and "Golden Lock" had signed contracts with.

He had no interest in the girl. Even though she had big eyes, she was not his type.

Although Princess Ziwei is weak, she is just pitiful and has no other thoughts.

However, this Jinsuo is different. This future Fan Bayi is simply a charming enchantress.

Yang Lei is in a good mood now. There are very few people in their seventies who live in this state. He also died in his seventies.

He didn't have much time to waste, so he had to live life to the fullest.

On top of that, his wife turned a blind eye to him.

Since they can't accompany him, let him be. As long as he stays in his own home and doesn't let his property be taken away by other women, it's fine.

The only difference is that it costs him more money.

The Yang family now has nothing but a little money.

"Antai, if I remember correctly, the profit of "My Fair Princess" should be very high."

"Uncle, you saw it too? This show is very popular."

"And we're about to prepare the next part."

"Has that man signed us yet?"

After hearing Lu Ze's words, Feng Antai suddenly understood.

Chapter 318 Tell Him I Have Promised

"The factory also has separate dormitories, some for multiple people and some for singles, but you have to apply for them from the factory."

Soon, Mrs. Niu's chicken was cooked, and Secretary Niu and Niu San were serving her.

"Aunt Niu, would you like to have one too?"

Secretary Niu: The custom of the older generation is that you cannot sit at the table.

Yang Haijun really dislikes these rules set by his elders.

"Today is a good day, I'll play with you too."

Yang Haijun didn't take this matter to heart, and Secretary Niu had no choice.

The four of them drank from each other, and the people from the Niu family kept praising Yang Haijun for his abilities.

There was nothing he could do about it. He was just a temporary worker in the factory now, and he was still counting on Feng Yu.

After eating and drinking, Yang Haijun said goodbye to the Niu family and took the piglets home with Secretary Niu who was waiting at home.

Secretary Niu brought Niu San to the city.

Yang Haijun stepped on the motorcycle and the engine made a rumbling sound.

Soon, Yang Haijun disappeared from the spot.

The drunken look on Secretary Niu's face had disappeared. He was acting.

"Look, this child from the Yang family is really not an ordinary person."

"He can drive a factory motorcycle and work hard. A good education would be beneficial to him."

I'll go to Yang Liu's house tomorrow and buy him some new clothes. If they still refuse to lower their stance, then let the third child get married. He's just a wage earner anyway."

Niu San: "No, I want the willow tree, I want her!"

Secretary Niu was furious and started beating him up: "You blockhead, what's so foolish about a willow tree?"

Yang Haijun drove his motorcycle into his own yard.

The sound of the engine woke Yang's father from his sleep.

"navy!

"Father, what are you talking about?"

Yang Haijun pulled out the key: "Aren't I calling you?"

Father Yang was surprised and asked, "You're back so soon?"

"Yes!" Yang Haijun echoed.

"Secretary Niu, please take the pig to town."

Dong Xuebin said, "Dad, I've been drinking with Secretary Niu, and I'm going to bed. You're tired too, so pack up. I've thought about what I want to take away."

Yang Haijun was lying on the bed, and his father was in a difficult situation.

There was no extra space on a motorcycle with two piglets inside.

Although Father Yang didn't want to leave anything behind, he still had to take it with him, as he couldn't wear the clothes he was wearing anymore.

He searched through everything in the house, except the clock, quilt, clothes, shoes, firewood, salt, vinegar, and vinegar.

Oh, remember to save all the remaining eggs for me, kill the chickens, and pack them up to take to town to eat.

Yang Haijun was still sleeping soundly and looked very tired.

As soon as the sky was getting light, Yang's father had already cleared away the dishes, a jar of pickles, and a big pot.

The potatoes, radishes, and sweet potatoes inside were all wrapped in bags.

He took away all the edible things. This was the first time that Yang's father enjoyed breakfast.

She used six eggs and made some omelettes.

And pickled meat and cabbage.

After waking up, Yang Haijun went to wash his face and eat something.

Seeing what Yang's father was reluctant to throw away, and that the city needed to use plastic film to buy kitchen utensils, Yang Haijun said, "Dad, go get some sacks. We'll wrap them in bags and tie them to the truck."

"Yeah." Father Yang nodded.

"Don't you want to eat something?"

Once everything is cleaned up, we can have dinner together."

Father Yang asked, "Xiaojun, where are our over 100 kilograms of corn noodles?"

Yang Haijun: "Exchanging grain for grain with others is acceptable."

Yang Haijun never eats coarse grains, especially corn noodles.

Father Yang said, "Then let's do as you say. It's just a waste. This cornmeal is enough for us to use for several days."

"Don't worry, Dad. I'll prepare food for you when we get to town."

"I don't even go to the factory cafeteria anymore. I cook my own food."

Father Yang shook his head and thought to himself that his son was a prodigal son. He had only been in town for a few days and he was already so arrogant.

Father Yang was holding up his tattered clothes, which had many holes in them, but many people still wanted them.

New clothes need to be bought, but it is not easy to get a piece of cloth in the countryside, after all, there are no connections.

Unlike the cloth provided by city residents.

Father Yang was afraid of disturbing the second and third branches of the Yang family, so he gave the clothes to the people next door.

"Hu Wa, Cui Hua, I'm going to take my child to the city. We've been neighbors for many years and have the best relationship."

"I still have over 100 kilograms of cornmeal at home. I'm willing to exchange four kilograms of cornmeal with you."

Cuihua: "Boss Yang, you have finally made it big and are living a good life with your children."

Tiger Boy: "Boss, I'd love to do that, but we don't have enough flour at home."

Father Yang said, "Then forget it."

Father Yang knew that he didn't care about these things, his children didn't like them, and his daughter was a picky eater now, so she probably wouldn't like to eat them either.

"Okay, what kind of jerky do you want?"

Father Yang said, "Ten ounces of corn noodles and one ounce of pickled meat."

Cuihua: "Such a deal is unfair to you."

Father Yang said: "Regardless of whether we have suffered losses or not, we have been friends for many years."

"My son doesn't like grains. How about I buy him some so he can eat more?"

Cuihua: "Okay, thank you, Boss Yang."

Father Yang: "You're welcome, but I'm not here right now and there's no one at home, so please take pictures of a new apartment for me more often."

"The most important thing is not to let those homeless people in. As for the rest, I don't care."

Tiger Boy: "Don't worry about that. We only have a fence. We can hear and see everything that happens in your house."

Father Yang asked, "Is that our vegetable patch?"

"If you want to grow vegetables, you can give me 20% in the fall."

"No, I'll go ask around."

“Why not plant it? You must plant it.”

"You have planted all the vegetable plots you have grown yourself."

Father Yang: "It doesn't matter. This is to give you face. Then do as I say. I will go back this fall to get 20%, and the rest is yours."

"Hehe!" Tiger Boy laughed, "That's great!"

"Speaking of which, when are you going back? How many drinks do you want, bro?"

Father Yang said, "Let's not drink today. I'm going to go home first. You go take care of your own things first. I have to go to work later."

Hu Wa and Cui Hua took him home, with the main purpose of going to Yang's house to get a bowl of cornmeal.

Yang's father sold the pickled meat from Hu Wa, bought more than 100 kilograms of corn noodles, and bought him more than 10 kilograms of pickled meat.

The flour was prepared for use during the Chinese New Year, so Yang's father never replaced it.

Hu Wa and Cui Hua sighed, "Brother Yang has finally made it big. His daughter is studying in the city, and he can live a good life there too."

Cuihua: "More than 100 kilograms of cornmeal is enough for our family to use for a long time. Put it in a rice bucket and cover it with a big stone to prevent rats from damaging it."