"Great leader, great leader."

Just as Yang Jun was wandering in the sky, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

He quickly opened his eyes and looked at the person.

"Lao Tang, is something wrong?"

The visitor is Tang Hezhang. At this moment, he is kneeling in front of the old man's soul with Yang Jun. Seeing him dressed up, those who don't know think he is the old man's illegitimate son.

"Boss, I have nothing to do. I just came over to see if there is anything you need me to do."

Yang Jun relaxed his legs and feet and leaned against the wall.

"It would be the greatest help if you don't bother me."

When Tang Hezhang heard this, his face was the color of pig liver and he smiled awkwardly.

"Jun'er, why are you talking? Secretary Tang came to attend your grandfather's funeral despite his busy schedule. Why are you talking to others with such an attitude?" Second Uncle Yang Dong scolded.

He turned back to Tang Hezhang and said, "Secretary Tang, don't mind. Jun'er has this temper."

"Don't get in the way, Director Yang. If the boss criticizes me, he is appreciating me. I can't ask for more."

Yang Jun rolled his eyes.

I'm afraid you're flattering the wrong person.

Aren't you putting the cart before the horse?

I really don't know what his second uncle is thinking. If he doesn't hug his nephew's thigh, he has to hug someone else's thin arm.

This is how it will be for the rest of my life, small peasantism.

When Yang Dong saw that the flattery was wrong, he looked at them dumbfounded.

"Lao Tang, if you have nothing to do, just go back and don't come tomorrow." Yang Jun said.

"Sir... leader, I'm not busy. I still want to show my filial piety to the old man." Tang Hezhang stammered.

Yang Jun held his forehead with one hand.

What kind of filial piety do you show?

Waving his hands, he said: "There are some things I don't want to say a second time. If I see you again, you will understand the consequences."

"Great leader, that's not the case."

Tang Hezhang looked like he wanted to stay. He looked at Yang Jun and then at Yang Dong, hoping that he would help and say a few nice words.

"Big boss, how about this? I will help outside and not hang around in front of you?"

Finally, Tang Hezhang came up with such a compromise.

"Secretary Jiang!"

Yang Jun shouted outside.

"No, no, no, can't I leave?"

After Tang Hezhang finished speaking, he got up and ran outside.

At this time, Jiang Haitao heard the sound and rushed over.

"This Tang Hezhang..."

Yang Jun whispered a few words to him, and Jiang Haitao nodded solemnly and left.

This Tang Hezhang is a bit annoying, and Yang Jun really doesn't want to endure it anymore.

I had repeatedly told him not to bother him, but he refused to listen, forcing Yang Jun to curse him.

"Jun...Jun'er, no...that's it."

This scene was seen by Yang Dong, and Yang Jun told him to get lost with just one word, and...

For the first time, he felt the unruffled power from Yang Jun, and he felt envy and fear from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Jun held a cigarette in his mouth and squinted his eyes: "Second uncle, what did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

"Um, it's nothing."

Yang Dong shook his head decisively.

By this time, everyone had eaten and returned to the mourning hall one after another.

However, the weather inside was too hot, and coupled with the peculiar smell from the coffin, many people couldn't stay for two minutes before running out. After a while, everyone was gone.

Everyone else could run away, but Yang Jun and Yang Dongye could not. They could only hold their noses and endure the discomfort and stay inside.

At this time, a man with a pipe in his mouth walked in outside. Yang Jun recognized him at a glance as his cousin Yang Mingsheng.

This person is quite prestigious in the family. He is basically in charge of everything in the family. He also took care of grandpa's funeral and helped a lot.

He came over and squatted down in front of the mourning hall, separated from Yang Jun and the others by a door.

He pressed the shredded tobacco in the pot with his hand, took two puffs with his mouth, and blew out a big mouthful of thick smoke.

He looked back in Yang Jun's direction several times, opening and closing his mouth as if he had something to say.

Yang Jun saw this and asked, "Uncle, there are no outsiders here. If you have anything to say, just say it."

Yang Mingsheng was stunned for a moment, as if he was surprised.

He quickly turned around and faced Yang Jun and the others.

His lips moved, and he finally gritted his teeth and said, "Jun'er, I..."

"I can't open my mouth."

"Cousin, isn't that just the thing? Why can't you open your mouth?"

When Yang Jun returned to his hometown for the first time, this cousin came to him and begged Yang Jun to take his son to the city, saying that he could no longer support him, but Yang Jun did not agree.

Yang Jun estimated that this happened again this time.

Yang Mingsheng struggled in his heart for a while, and then finally made up his mind,

"Well, I will show off my old face today."

"My family has a large population. I have three sons and five daughters in total. Except for the eldest child who teaches in school, the others are all farming at home. Do you think you can..."

Before he could say the rest of the words, Yang Mingsheng's face turned red to the back of his ears.

"Cousin, no problem. After I send grandpa to the ground, you can let them return to the city with me." Yang Jun said with a smile.

"This this……"

Yang Mingsheng was so excited that he could not speak.

His body was half-crouched, and his hands had nowhere to put them due to excitement.

"Jun'er, my... cousin, thank you."

Yang Mingsheng bowed slightly and wanted to salute Yang Jun.

Yang Jun quickly went over to help him.

"Cousin, this is impossible."

"Jun'er, you saved the lives of our whole family. My cousin should thank you."

There was something crystal clear flickering in the corner of Yang Mingsheng's eyes.

"Cousin, we are all one family, you are making a fool of yourself by saying this."

Yang Jun motioned for him to sit down and talk, and then he continued to kneel in front of the mourning hall.

Afterwards, the two squatted in the mourning hall and chatted for a while.

In the afternoon, nothing happened, and the people who came to help left early.

Only the Yang family members were left in the yard, and the three of them sat there setting up the Dragon Gate Formation.

The meal started relatively early today. My second mother, Qin Xiuzhi, specially asked the cook to cook the white noodles and paired them with braised sauce. Not to mention how delicious they were.

Yang Jun ate three bowls in one go, burped, then rubbed his stomach and went to smoke on the slope outside the hospital.

He likes this place. There are trees and grass here. Sitting on the slope, he can also enjoy the setting sun.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before he finished smoking a cigarette, he saw Jiang Haitao leading a group of people towards him.

Yang Jun saw Yang Mingsheng behind Jiang Haitao at a glance, so he waved his hand and asked Jiang Haitao to go back.

"Cousin, who are they?"

Yang Jun pointed at the group of people behind Yang Mingsheng.

This group of people were both male and female, about fifteen to twenty years old. They were thin and looked malnourished. However, they had one thing in common, that is, their eyes were shining, and they looked like they were hungry for the outside world.

look.

"Oh, Jun'er, let me introduce to you, they are all my useless children."

"I'll bring them to you to see. Take whichever one you like."
To be continued...