Chapter 557 Small Town Legend

Feng Jun arrived home at five o'clock that afternoon.

It has entered November. The weather in Zhengyang is fine and the temperature is not too low, but it is not the case here in Yunyuan.

It has been raining continuously for two days. Although it is further south, it is bitingly cool.

Li Xiaobin originally wanted to book a presidential suite at the Forestry Hotel for Feng Jun, but Feng Jun said that I would go home today.

The son does not think the mother is ugly, and the dog does not think the family is poor. The first two times I went home, I did not stay at home for two days, which is already very inappropriate.

Feng Jun came back without notifying anyone. He found a familiar security guard at the Linye Hotel through Gazi, parked the car quietly in the parking lot of the hotel, and walked back home under an umbrella.

After entering the house, he called the sales department and said he was home.

He had already left home for seven years before going to college. The cramped, seven-square-meter partition was still roughly the same as when he left home seven years ago.

It was just a handmade bed with a width of 1.3 meters, and there were several packages made of cloth, knotted diagonally.

In big cities, you can no longer see such backward packing methods. Most people use clothing storage bags, and some also use vacuum compression bags. But when Feng Jun saw this kind of package, he suddenly felt a sense of kindness in his heart.

From the time I can remember, the layout of my home has been almost like this. At that time, there were still grandparents, the house facing the street has not been demolished, and my second uncle still lives nearby.

Not long after, Zhang Junyi came back after receiving the news, carrying a fish and a slaughtered chicken in his hand. He smiled and said, "I know I'm home now. Your dad is checking the accounts. He'll be back soon... I Let me cook for you."

"I'll do it," Feng Jun stepped forward and spoke with a smile. Mom must treat her son well, but her cooking skills... let alone mention it. The eldest sister of the Zhang family, who comes from a scholarly family, only pickles pickles and steams them. The level of Shuidan is excellent, but the others are scum.

So most of the time, what she has to do is select, wash and cut vegetables, and Feng Wenhui has to do the serious frying and cooking.

The old yard used a public faucet, and the mother and son were busy running it under the faucet. The neighbors in the yard came in and out, and they immediately spotted him, "Hey, you are back?"

Now the neighbors already know that the Feng family's children are promising, and some even say that he seems to be spending billions to contract forests in the county - Chaoyang is such a big place, and if there is a little trouble, basically the whole county That’s all.

Everyone analyzed that this statement should be true. If nothing else, County Magistrate Chi came to the hospital in person, and someone had seen Chao Ying enter the Feng family's sales department.

But when someone asked about Feng Wenhui and his wife, the couple smiled and said that they were all in charge of everything and we didn't know.

As for how much it would cost to contract the forest, they answered more simply that it was all done by children - how much money can we make from just a sales shop?

So the neighbors all know that the reason why the Feng family is highly regarded by the county is because of Feng Jun - this child was extraordinary.

There are a total of six families in this yard, and three old neighbor families have moved into the building. Two of them gave their houses to their relatives, and the other family rented out the house.

Therefore, Feng Jun was familiar with the only two old neighbors in the yard, and had some dealings with relatives of the other two old neighbors.

Just as he was talking, Feng Wenhui came back, also carrying a plastic bag of vegetables in his hand, and spoke excitedly, "I told your second uncle that he will come over for a drink soon, and he also said he would bring a roast leg of lamb from the hotel. "

The Feng family and his wife cook together very quickly. Zhang Junyi is not good at cooking, but his knife skills are quite good. Unfortunately, he often cuts his fingers. In Feng Jun's impression, his mother cut her fingers at least three or four times. .

In just an hour, a table of hot meals was ready, and then the second uncle Feng Wencheng also came, followed by the second aunt and the second aunt's brother Zeping.

It's no problem for the two brothers and their families to have dinner, but it's a bit irritating for the second aunt's brother to come over.

However, in a place like Chaoyang, most people are quite hospitable. They don't look up when they look down. Besides, they are also relatives, and they just have an extra pair of chopsticks on the left and right.

Everyone had just sat down when Uncle Gen, an old neighbor, came back. His family situation was not very good, but he was a good person and he also liked to drink a few sips of low-quality wine. So Zhang Junyi stood up and greeted him, "Gen, come here and have a drink together."

Uncle Gen hesitated and raised the plastic bag in his hand, "I bought sesame seeds and came back."

His wife and children were all at home. They had made a pot of seaweed and egg drop soup and were waiting for his sesame seed cakes. He couldn't come over to eat alone.

"Oh, I'll give you some food. You can get your own plate from home," Feng Wenhui said loudly, "Come over and drink... there's one less chair, so you can get it yourself."

This is what old neighbors are like. It’s normal to give some of what’s good to eat at home to the neighbor. They may even ask the neighbor to bring their own rice bowl because it’s troublesome to wash the dishes.

Anyway, today's meal is sumptuous enough, and everyone present will definitely not be able to finish it. It won't affect them at all if they share more with the neighbors.

But for people to bring their own dishes and chairs so naturally, Feng Wenhui had to come forward - even Feng Jun could do it, but his mother couldn't do it.

People who come from a scholarly family just can't learn the same down-to-earth attitude as those in the market. As time goes by, everyone knows that she is just not good at being so approachable, so she doesn't mind in her heart, so it doesn't matter.

However, Zhang Junyi had some calculations today. She took the initiative to invite her neighbors to drink. It was not that there were few people drinking, but she didn't want to hear Zhang Zeping, an uninvited guest, talk about something.

The food is home-cooked, and the wine is Fenjiu brought by Feng Jun, which is thirty years old. Chaoyang people are more accustomed to drinking Qujiu, but this wine is delicious, the price is not cheap, and it is not as eye-catching as Maotai or foreign wine.

At the beginning, everyone was still concerned about Feng Jun's business, and Feng Jun didn't want to say more. He answered vaguely that the business was okay.

Then the conversation gradually turned to reality, and they talked about demolition.

The street where Feng Jun's home is located will finally be widened. This matter has been talked about for seven or eight years, but two teams have not been able to get it done. The main reason is that this used to be the main street of the county, and the cost of rebuilding the old street is too high.

Uncle Gen even said with a smile, "Everyone said that it's a shame that you want to contract the mountainous land, otherwise it still wouldn't be possible."

"What can I do with that little money?" Feng Jun said with a smile, "I heard that the province wants to vigorously support the tourism industry. Our street has a bit of an impact on the county's image."

"Hey, you can say that it's just a little money?" Second uncle Feng Wencheng glanced at him, "If you pay the contracting fee alone, you can't think of anything good to do with this money?"

"RMB is becoming less and less valuable, so we might as well pay it in bulk," Feng Jun laughed when he heard it. "If you plant a tree, the tree will grow every day. If you put the money there, it will depreciate every day."

"Oh, by the way, how much do you plan to spend?" Uncle Gen drank a little happily and talked more, "Some people say 1.5 billion, and some people say 2 billion. Can you tell me whether you can get along with me?" ?”

"Where do I have so much money? It's just a rumor," Feng Jun replied with a smile, "It's just a few hundred million, the exact amount is to be determined."

In fact, the number has been set, and he came back just to sign a contract, but... is this the right occasion to say this?

"A few hundred million is not a lot," Uncle Gen spoke loudly, "You have become rich, and even Ga Zi is helping you. When can you help Uncle Gen?"

Feng Jun replied with a smile, "Gazi can only earn a dead salary at my place. Mainly because he is in other places, so it is more reliable to use people from his hometown."

"Gazi is quite good," Feng Wencheng interjected, "otherwise I wouldn't have let him into the hotel, but it's a pity that he's so epileptic that he can't find a more suitable job...I heard he's better now. ?”

"I haven't been sick for a long time," Feng Jun replied thoughtfully, "As for whether it will relapse... who can say for sure?"

"Oh, don't let him drive," the second aunt said aloud, "If he drives your car and gets sick, it doesn't matter who is responsible for the car being damaged, only that he hit someone or hurt himself. Dude, that’s all your trouble.”

The second aunt's words were quite satisfactory, but her brother Zhang Zeping was also slightly drunk, so he spoke a little rashly, "Jun, to be serious, when you took Gazi out, you might as well take me out."

Feng Jun smiled, picked up the wine glass, touched it with him, and drank it down without saying a word. UU Reading www.uukanshu.net

When I take Gazi out, I am the one who commands him. When I take you out, I hear you calling me "Jun" every time?

Those who know, say I am your boss, those who do not know, think you are my boss.

Feng Jun also knew about Zhang Zeping. He was either a bad person, but he was a bit dissolute and lacked character. He could occasionally suffer a little, but most of the time he was idle.

As the eldest son of the family and the only boy, he has done a lot of business, but he has only dabbled in it, and he despises those hard-working businesses - among other things, he works in mom-and-pop shops like Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi. Not coming down.

Zhang Zeping is thirty-six and seventeen years old. He divorced his wife five years ago, and his life has become even more magical. In many cases, his daughter’s alimony is paid by his parents. Anyway, his three sisters, The couple also had plenty of money.

"I don't know, what do you like about him?" Seeing that he didn't speak, Zhang Zeping drank the wine in one gulp, smelling of alcohol, before continuing to speak, there was a noise in the yard, and someone shouted , "Where is Liu Laogen? Get out!"

Uncle Gen's real name is Liu Gen. Ever since a TV series became popular more than ten years ago, he has been called Liu Laogen.

When Feng Jun's family was having dinner, the door of the room was ajar. Someone pointed to his house and said, "That's over there."

Then, the door was suddenly opened, and three men walked in.

In this rainy weather, they were actually wearing single shirts with their sleeves rolled up.

The man in the lead said with a cruel smile, "You're so numb, I'm running around here, you idiot, are you drinking here?"

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