Chapter 555

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

Time has entered November, Zhengyang weather is fine, the temperature is not too low, but Yunyuan here can not.

It's been raining for two days. Although it's closer to the south, it's a bit chilly.

Li Xiaobin was going to book a presidential suite for Feng Jun in the forestry Hotel, but Feng Jun said that I'll stay at home today.

The son doesn't think his mother is ugly, and the dog doesn't think his family is poor. He didn't live at home for two days in the first two times, which is not suitable.

Feng Jun didn't inform anyone when he came back. He found a familiar security guard in the forestry hotel through Gazi. He quietly parked his car in the hotel parking lot and walked home with an umbrella.

When he got home, he called the store and said he was home.

Even when he went to university, he had been away from home for seven years. In the narrow, seven square meter partition, he was still the same as he was when he left home seven years ago.

It's just a handmade bed with a width of 1.3 meters. There are several packages made of cloth stacked on it, which are tied diagonally.

In big cities, there is no such backward way of packing. Most people use clothing storage bags, and some use vacuum compression bags. But when Feng Jun sees this kind of package, he suddenly feels a touch of kindness.

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

Not long after, Zhang Junyi came back with the news. She was carrying a fish and a slaughtered chicken in her hand. She said with a smile, "I know that I'm going home. Your father is checking accounts. I'll be back soon I'll cook for you. "

"I'll do it," Feng Jun said with a smile. My mother must be nice to her son, but she's good at cooking Let's not mention that Zhang Jia, a scholar, is good at salting vegetables and steaming eggs. The rest is just dregs.

So most of the time, what she has to do is to choose, wash and cut vegetables. She has to fry and fry properly, and Feng Wenhui has to do it.

The old yard used a public tap. The two women were busy turning it on under the tap. The neighbors in the yard went out and in, and instantly found him, "Yo, Xiaojun is back?"

It's like the whole neighborhood of Chaoyang County has already known that there are tens of millions of people in the village.

According to our analysis, this should be true. If you don't say anything else, Chi county magistrate has come to the courtyard in person, and some people have seen him. Chao Ying enters the store of the Feng family.

But when asked about Feng Wenhui and his wife, they said with a smile that Xiao Jun was doing everything, and we didn't know.

As for how much it would cost to contract the forest, they gave a more straightforward answer. It's all children's business - how much money can we make from a small shop?

So the neighbors all know that the reason why the Feng family can make the county look up to them is because of Feng Jun - the child was extraordinary when he was a child.

There are six families in this courtyard. Three old neighbors have moved into the building. Two of them have given up the house to their relatives, and the other one has rented it out.

So Feng Jun is in the yard, that is, the only two old neighbors who are familiar with each other. The relatives of the other two old neighbors have had some contacts.

Just then, Feng Wenhui came back with a plastic bag of vegetables in his hand. He said excitedly, "I told your second uncle that he would come here for a drink later. He also said that he would bring a roast lamb leg from the hotel."

The couple of Feng's cook together very quickly. Zhang Junyi's cooking skill is not good, and the knife work is very good. Unfortunately, she often cuts her fingers. In Feng Jun's impression, my mother has cut her fingers at least three or four times.

In an hour, a hot meal was ready, and then Feng Wencheng, the second uncle, also came. He was followed by the second aunt and her younger brother Zeping.

Two brothers and their families have dinner. That's no problem. The younger brother of the second aunt comes here, which is more or less eye-catching.

Besides, most of the people who look up in Chaoyang are less hospitable.

Everyone just sat down. Uncle gen, the old neighbor, came back. His family's condition was not very good. He was a good man and liked to drink two mouthfuls of inferior wine. So Zhang Junyi stood up and said to him, "Xiao gen, come here and have a drink."

Uncle Gen hesitated for a moment, raised the plastic bag in his hand and said, "I bought the pancake back."

His family's wife and children are all here. They cooked a pot of laver egg soup, waiting for his pancakes. It's not good for him to come here alone.

"Oh, I'll give you some dishes. You can take your own dishes from home," Feng Wenhui said aloud. "You come here to drink One less chair. Take it yourself. "

It's just like this in the old neighborhood. It's normal to give a little to the neighbors what they eat at home. They even ask each other to bring their own rice basin because of the trouble of washing dishes.

Anyway, today's meal is rich enough. The people present can't finish it. It doesn't affect us to give more to our neighbors.However, it's natural for people to bring their own dishes and chairs. Feng Wenhui has to show up. Feng Jun is OK, but his mother can't.

What comes out of her scholarly family is that she can't learn to be as grounded as the common people. As time goes by, we all know that she is just not good at making friends like this. She won't mind, so it doesn't matter.

However, Zhang Junyi is a bit of a schemer today. She takes the initiative to ask her neighbors to drink. It's not that there are too few people who drink. It's just that she doesn't want to hear Zhang Zeping talk about something.

The food is fried at home, and the wine is Fen Wine brought by Feng Jun. thirty years old, Chaoyang people are more used to drinking Qu wine, but the wine is delicious, the price is not cheap, and it is not as eye-catching as Maotai or foreign wine.

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

Then the topic gradually turned to reality, talking about the demolition.

The street where Feng Jun's family is located is finally going to be widened. After seven or eight years of talking about this, the two teams failed to solve it. The main reason is that it used to be the main street in the county, and the cost of rebuilding the old street is too high.

Uncle Gen even said with a smile, "everyone says that it's because Xiaojun wants to contract the mountain area, otherwise he still can't do it."

"What's my money for?" Feng Jun said with a smile, "I heard that it's the province's intention to vigorously support the tourism industry. Our street has a little impact on the image of the county."

"Well, you can say it's a little money?" Second uncle Feng Wencheng looked at him and said, "it's also a loss to pay the contract fee in bulk. Can you imagine what's wrong with having the money?"

"The RMB is becoming less and less valuable. It's better to pay it in bulk," Feng Jun said with a smile. "If you plant trees, they grow every day. If you put money there, it will depreciate every day."

"By the way, how much are you going to spend?" Uncle Gen was a little happy and said a lot, "some people say 1.5 billion, others say 2 billion. Are you going to make friends with uncle?"

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

In fact, the number has been set. He came back to sign a contract, but Is it appropriate to say that on this occasion?

"A few hundred million is not enough," said uncle Gen with a big tongue. "You are well-developed. Even Gazi has helped you. When can you help Uncle Gen?"

Feng Jun replied with a smile, "when Gazi is with me, he will earn a dead salary. The main reason is that people are in other places, and people from his hometown are more reliable."

"Gazi is very good," Feng Wencheng interjected. "Otherwise, I wouldn't get him into the hotel, but he's crazy and can't find a more suitable job I hear it's all right now? "

"I haven't been sick for a long time," Feng Jun replied carefully. "As for whether it will recur Who can tell? "

"Oh, don't let him drive," said the second aunt. "He drives your car. Once he gets sick, it's your trouble, not to mention whose car is damaged, but to say that he hit someone or hurt himself."

The second aunt's words were quite regular, but her brother Zhang Zeping's drinking was also slightly on his head, and his words were a bit rash. "Xiaojun, seriously, you had better take me out when you took Gazi out."

With a smile, Feng Jun picked up his glass and touched it with him. Without speaking, he drank it with his head up.

I take Gazi out, I command him, I take you out, listen to you a "Xiaojun" call me?

Know, say I am your boss, don't know, think you are my boss.

Feng Jun also knows Zhang Zeping that people are not bad people, or they are a little bit dissolute and have no long character. Sometimes they can suffer a little, but most of the time they are idle.

As the youngest and the only boy in his family, he has done a lot of business, but all of them are superficial. He despises the hard work of business. Apart from other things, he can't do a couple's shop like Feng Wenhui and Zhang Junyi.

In any case, Zhang Zexian's wife and his daughter had a lot of alimony this year.

"I don't know what you like about him," Zhang Zeping said. Seeing that he didn't speak, he drank all the wine in his glass, and then he continued to talk. A noisy voice came from the yard, and someone yelled, "where's Liu Laogen? Get out of here

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

Feng Jun's family was hiding the door of the house when they were eating. I don't know who pointed to his family and said, "it's there."

Then the door was yanked open and three men came in.

In this rainy day, they were wearing single shirts and sleeves.

The leading man grinned and said, "paralyzed, Laozi are running around. Are you drinking here?"

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