Sun Zhaocai was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, he was hit on the forehead.

"Uncle Yang, is this a reason?"

"What do you think?"

Yang Jun came over with several more big guns, beating the guy so hard that he ran around with his head in his hands.

However, his escape route had long been blocked by a group of people.

Whenever Sun Zhaocai is beaten, the big guy is the happiest.

In normal times, everyone has been bullied by this guy. Now that there is finally someone who can cure him, how could they let go of this opportunity?

Several guards stepped forward and pinned him to the ground.

"You little bastards, let's see how I deal with you later."

Sun Zhaocai was still not honest when he was pinned to the ground.

"You still dare to threaten us?"

At this time, without Yang Jun taking action, a dozen or so people would kick and punch this guy to the ground.

"I can't forgive you..."

While a group of people were having fun, Luo Xiaojun suddenly said,

"I'm coming."

Yang Jun heard the sound and looked towards the end of the road, only to see a group of people pulling a cart trying to come this way.

"Everyone aboard."

Yang Jun roared.

Then take the lead and get into the car.

He came here secretly this time and couldn't let anyone know that he had been to this place.

He couldn't meet Yang Tang. What did you say after meeting?

If Yang Tang invited him back for a wedding drink, would he drink it or not?

He just wanted to secretly see his parents' warm moments and had no plans to meet them now.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There was a messy car door sound, and a group of people all got on the car in an instant.

After getting on the bus, Yang Jun hid behind Luo Xiaojun and peeked out of the window with his eyes exposed.

"Uncle, there are still fifty meters."

Luo Xiaojun is not a farmer and has nothing to fear from Yang Jun, but as a qualified guard, he must report the situation to Yang Jun at all times.

"Explore again."

Yang Jun's look of wanting to see but afraid of seeing him made Luo Xiaojun suspicious. Could it be that Yang Jun was really Yang Tang's son?

"Thirty meters."

As the distance got closer, Yang Jun became more and more nervous.

He secretly looked out through the window and saw his father, Yang Tang, pulling a cart in front of him with high spirits, and sitting on the cart was his mother, who was dressed in red.

Next to her were several young men picking up the bride and four bridesmaids sending the bride off.

They talked and laughed all the way and seemed very happy.

The young men who were picking up the bride tried their best to tell some jokes to the bridesmaids, making them giggle non-stop.

Looking at their simple and shy faces, Yang Jun sighed, their generation is really happy.

There aren't that many routines, just follow it if you like it.

In this era, marriage was very simple. There was no dowry or betrothal gift. As long as both the man and the woman were willing, they could get married. The procession to welcome the bride was also very simple. There was no mess of limousines, helicopters, and rich people riding around like the later generations.

Bicycles are used to pick up brides, and those who don’t have money use carts to pick up brides.

"Ten meters."

"Shut up, I'm not blind."

Yang Jun asked him to stand up, and he hid completely behind Luo Xiaojun, peeking out secretly.

When Luo Xiaojun heard this, he shrugged and expressed his helplessness.

It's you who asked me to report, and it's you who didn't let me say anything. Your temper is getting weirder and weirder.

"Hey, a car."

Suddenly, one of the best men screamed.

The group of people looked at the few cars parked on the roadside with envy, not to mention how envious they were.

It would be better if a car could be used to pick up the bride. These young people imagined that it would be great if they could use a car to get married in the future.

It's admirable to be envied.

However, they know that people who can afford a car are by no means ordinary people, and people who can use four or five cars at a time are even less ordinary people.

Today's cars don't have film stickers, so they can clearly see what's going on in the car.

The people sitting in the car were all strong, muscular men. Their waists were bulging, and they seemed to be wearing something.

Afraid of getting into trouble, they just looked at it and then stopped looking.

A group of people walked slowly, from the front of the car to the back of the car. As the direction changed, the team welcoming the bride walked to the other end of the road.

Yang Jun slowly stretched out his head and looked back.

Father Yang Tang pulled the cart and walked with his head held high, his body slightly slouching, his shoulders shrugged, and he pulled the cart with difficulty and joy.

Her mother, Gao Mingyue, was sitting on the trolley, wearing a red silk cotton pad, a red coat, and sky blue trousers. She was not overly dressed, and her green face was filled with a shy and happy smile.

Yang Jun witnessed this warm and happy moment, and he had no regrets.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Uncle Master, shall we go back now?"

Luo Xiaojun asked after their figures disappeared from the road.

Yang Jun pondered for a moment, took out a cigarette and lit it.

"You go to the village and give me a gift."

It is forbidden to drink wedding wine, but it is necessary to give gifts.

"yes!"

Luo Xiaojun said yes and got out of the car.

"Uncle Master, how much do you want to pay?"

He couldn't understand the relationship between Yang Jun and them, and he didn't know how much gift was appropriate.

"five hundred."

Yang Jun thought for a while and finally decided that it would be more appropriate to offer five hundred.

If you pay too much, it will bring trouble to Yang Tang, a commune cadre. If you pay too little, it will be useless. After thinking about it, 500 is better.

"Yes, uncle."

Luo Luojun responded, and then ordered the next car to enter the village.

…

After returning to Sijiu City from the small county town of my hometown, it was already noon on the 29th of the New Year.

Yang Jun thought for a moment, this was already his thirteenth year in this world.

The longer he stays in this world, the less clear he can be about which of the two worlds is the real world.

Just like now, his father Yang Tang and mother Gao Mingyue also live in this world, making him unable to distinguish which world's parents are his real relatives.

His biological parents and all Yang Jun's family members in this world are here. Yang Jun no longer has the thought of going back when he first crossed over. His relatives are all here, so what's the point of going back?

"Brother, Happy New Year, bring me the red envelope."

A shout interrupted Yang Jun's thoughts, and Yang Huai appeared in front of Yang Jun with a smile on his face holding his son.

Yang Jun slapped his hand angrily, and then said: "Tomorrow is the New Year, why are you in a hurry?"

"There's no hurry. My son will ask me for a red envelope the day after tomorrow, but I don't have the money to give it to him."

"Oh, are you here to ask for a red envelope for your son?"

"Brother, we can't mix it up. I specifically want my share of the red envelope, and your nephew's share has to be calculated separately."

When Yang Jun heard this, he rolled his eyes.

"Okay, you are ready to succeed."

Yang Huai had no money, and every penny he spent was given by Wang Yuying. Now that he finally had this opportunity, he still had to work hard with Yang Jun, a sheep.

Yang Jun touched his pocket, but it was empty.
To be continued...