In fact, Yang Jun had already decided not to use special medicine to save people, but...

However, when Uncle Guo’s mother came to the door himself, he had to give him this face.

Perhaps the only person in the world who cannot refuse him is Aunt Guo. You know, without Uncle Guo, there would be no Yang Jun today. Of course, he could also live a very comfortable life with the space system, but at most he was a little rich and would never go so far in the officialdom.

He knows more about which is more important, money or power. No matter how much money it is, it is a tree without roots. No matter how much money it is, it cannot be kept. Therefore, what he values ​​more is power, which is why he is unwilling to retire.

If Uncle Guo had not been able to struggle in the steel mill for the rest of his life, he would have to be the factory manager if he had to die. If Uncle Guo had not been able to do so, he would not have his current status. Therefore, in his mind, the affairs of the Guo family were his business. Now that Uncle Guo's grandson is sick, he naturally could not stand by and watch. What's more, the Guo and Yang families are now in marriage, and he cannot refuse to save them.

After dinner, Yang Jun personally took Aunt Guo's mother home and gave the second boy the Guo family a special injection.

That medicine is very good and the effect is immediate. The child's condition improved that night.

Aunt Guo kept her promise and strictly kept her secret for Yang Jun. No matter who asked, she would keep silent.

the next day.

Yang Jun was fishing on Diaoyutai. The guards came to report that Yang Anbang was here.

Yang Jun asked him to come in.

"Brother, I'm back."

Yang Anbang didn't need Yang Jun to greet him, but sat on the small stool next to him.

"I'm back, are everything going well?"

Yang Jun lay on the rattan chair without moving, and looked at him with his head tilted and his eyes squinted.

"It's still...it's been going well." Yang Anbang said with a wry smile.

"That's not going well."

Seeing this, Yang Jun knew that he would not be so smooth this time.

After all, the last time he accidentally injured his father Yang Dong with a knife, everyone in the county knew about it. When he went back this time, someone must have pointed at him and scolded him. Yang Jun could guess that his situation would not be very good without thinking.

"Oh, that's it. There must be some people pointing at the nose and scolding."

Yang Anbang smiled bitterly and said, "Of course the sin I have done is to bear it yourself, no wonder others."

Upon hearing this, Yang Jun nodded and said, "Anbang, you are mature."

"If a person cares about everything and cannot let go of his pride, he will be very tired. Only by seeing through the world and letting go of dignity can he live freely."

"What's more...that happened just by accident, not intentional."

"Brother, you are right." Yang Anbang smiled and said, "I am very grateful for your words. At least someone understands me."

"In essence, I didn't mean it, and the guilt in my heart was not that heavy."

Yang Jun was inexplicably happy to see that Yang Anbang was indeed much more mature.

As the saying goes, forty is not confused, but this is indeed true. Yang Anbang is over forty years old, and with so many years of training in the officialdom, it is difficult to immature.

"By the way, have you kowtowed to my grandfather for me?" Yang Jun asked suddenly.

"It's knocked."

Yang Anbang was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "I kowtowed six more for you, and I also recorded a video."

"So, show it to me."

"This... I put the camera at home and didn't bring it here." Yang Anbang promised: "Brother, don't worry, I must have kowtowed for you. I dare not lie to you in this kind of thing."

"Hmph, I believe you once." Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

He naturally believed that Yang Anbang had kowtowed for him, and he did not dare to lie if he did this.

"Haha, brother, how come your leader is as big as a child?"

Yang Anbang felt that Yang Jun was sometimes too much like a child. For example, kowtowing for his grandfather was ridiculous, and Yang Jun even asked himself to record videos, which was even more ridiculous. Sometimes, he suspected that the Yang Jun he knew was the Yang Jun who was resolute outside?

"Believe it or not, I'll ask you to go back and get the video recorder now?" Yang Jun glared at him.

"Okay, okay, can't I beg you?" Yang Anbang quickly raised his hand and begged for mercy.

It’s not that he is guilty, but he doesn’t want to run back and forth because of this little thing, and thinks that doing so is too naive.

"Hmph! You know what you know."

Yang Jun snorted coldly.

“Yes, yes, yes.”

Facing Yang Jun like a child, Yang Anbang had to admit defeat.

"Is the ancestor worship still going well?"

"It went very smoothly. The clan leader was taking care of him in the ancestral hall. I just need to eat incense sticks, and nothing else."

Speaking of this, Yang Anbang paused for a moment and then said, "However, when I went back this time, the development of my hometown has changed a lot, and I almost couldn't recognize it."

"The appearance of the county town is changing with each passing day. Roads have been built in every village and electricity has been opened, especially the village in our hometown. The changes have been the biggest. Every household has built new caves, and some have built brick and tile houses..."

“It’s all thanks to you.”

"Authorize it to me?" Yang Jun said in confusion: "I did nothing, why did I attribute it to me?"

Yang Anbang smiled and said, "You did nothing, but because of you, the above is the focus of developing our village first. Do you think this is your credit?"

Yang Jun sighed after hearing this.

This is the fundamental reason why he hates Confucianism very much. The cultural precipitation over thousands of years has led to this kind of worldly feelings with very serious human feelings, which makes...ah.

Yang Jun doesn't like this method very much, but with his own ability, he cannot change the whole world. A thousand-year-old cultural invasion cannot be changed in an instant. This road is arduous and has a long way to go...

"Hey, I'd better try to go back to my hometown as little as possible in the future." Yang Jun sighed.

"How many times have you returned to your hometown?" Yang Anbang said sourly.

"What does it mean? Say I forgot my ancestors in numbers?" Yang Jun glared.

To be honest, he has only returned to his hometown twice in total, and these two times were the ones when his grandparents died. He has never returned at other times.

As a time traveler, his hometown is not only Shanxi, but also Xiapi, his hometown in his previous life. Besides, he grew up in Yanjing since he was a child and naturally had no feelings for his father's hometown, which is understandable.

"Brother, how dare I? I...didn't this kowtow to grandpa for you?"

"You're still blaming me for not being able to go back."

"No, you have a special identity and naturally you can't show up in public, it's understandable."

"snort!"

Yang Jun gave him a blank look and said, "Let me show you the video, I suspect you fool me."

"Brother... OK, I'll show you when I look back."

Yang Anbang expressed helplessness about Yang Jun's childlike thinking.

Afterwards, Yang Jun and Yang Anguo chatted for a while.

Yang Jun all clearly hinted that he could get out, but Yang Anbang still refused to leave.

"There's something else?"

Finally, Yang Jun couldn't help asking.

"Yeah, it's okay...it's something."

Yang Anbangya bit her and said with a red face: "Brother, do you still have that kind of wine? I want to taste it."

"Also taste it?" Yang Jun rolled his eyes: "You said directly that you were not good at that aspect, and you were shameless and said you wanted to taste it."

"Brother, please keep your voice down and don't let people hear it."

Yang Anbang was about to come up to cover Yang Jun's mouth, but he kicked him aside.

"What's the shame of being a man who dares to act and take responsibility? Look at An Guojuzi and the others. If it doesn't work, it's not possible. Just ask for alcohol. It's not as squeamish as you, it makes people feel uncomfortable."

"Isn't this the first time I'll know next time." Yang Anbang said with a red face.

"Look at your virtue."

Yang Jun gave him a blank look, and then said to Sun Zhaocai, who was gnawing on the duck neck on the shore, "Zhaocai, I'll give you Uncle Anbang two bottles of wine."

"Brother, just say softly..."

Yang Anbang wanted to cover Yang Jun's mouth again, but when he saw the slightly raised feet, he immediately shook back.

"No."

Sun Zhaocai refused without thinking about it, and then muttered in a low voice: "I don't have enough drinks myself."

"That's right, it's not enough for us to drink." Sha Zhu echoed.

"Just, don't force me to kick you." Yang Jun.

When Sun Zhaocai heard this, his face twitched a few times, glared at Yang Anbang, and then reluctantly went to the wine cellar.

"knew."

After a while, Sun Zhaocai came back.
To be continued...