sbdcsierra Chapter 1869 Level 1 Alert
Chapter 1869 Level 1 Alert
Chapter 1869 Level One Alert
It's said that young men are often infatuated with women; which man hasn't had his eye on a couple of girls when he was young?
However, Zhao Jun personally did not approve of his relationship with Ma Yang.
Even with his reputation from his previous life, Li Ruhai still had a messy family life, and Ma Yang couldn't compete with him. How much more so for the current Li Ruhai, who is already very outstanding.
At the age of junior high school, Li Ruhai not only had a job, but he also had a formal position.
Most importantly, Li Ruhai can now control his mouth.
This is a very scary thing!
It's worth noting that when Li Ruhai wasn't known for his unpleasant tongue, he was far more successful than Zhao Jun. In terms of interpersonal skills and social graces, he was leagues ahead of Ma Yang.
Looking at Ma Yang, his only redeeming quality is that he recently made a lot of money.
But Li Ruhai, or rather the Li family, is not doing badly now. Ma Yang's only advantage has been negated.
Zhao Jun had no intention of helping his brother-in-law in this matter.
Zhao Jun felt that Ma Yang's wife in his previous life was quite good.
Putting aside other things, after Zhao Jun and Ma Ling divorced, Ma Yang ignored Zhao Jun completely. However, Ma Yang's wife never changed her attitude towards Zhao Jun because of this; she was still warm and friendly when they met.
Of course, Zhao Jun knew he was wrong. But most people are stricter with others than with themselves.
Therefore, in Zhao Jun's mind, Ma Yang was an ingrate, while his wife was a grateful person.
Under these circumstances, Zhao Jun would not interfere with Ma Yang's marriage; whether it succeeds or not is up to the young man to fight for.
Even so, Zhao Jun was unwilling for Ma Yang to offend Li Ruhai over something that was almost impossible.
Although Zhao Jun knew that Li Ruhai wouldn't kill Ma Yang because of him, he could imagine that Li Ruhai would try to sabotage Ma Yang.
But Ma Yang is a bit of a show-off, and he gets even crazier after drinking.
As everyone lay down on the kang (heated brick bed), Ma Yang's rambling continued. At this moment, the young man started talking to Xie Chen about the bride price for getting a wife.
Last year was the first year that Zhao's gang started, but in that year, the one who followed Zhao Jun the longest and earned the most money was not Li Baoyu, nor Wang Qiang, but Zhang Yuanmin and Xie Chen.
Now, Jie Chen is a bona fide millionaire. But when he heard Ma Yang say he wanted to give a dowry of 10,000 yuan, Jie Chen advised him not to do it.
But Ma Yang really has the potential to become a nouveau riche, constantly talking about building houses, buying cars, and marrying beautiful wives.
"This kid, he never stops nagging once he starts," Xing San, who was lying to Zhao Jun's left, muttered. Zhao Jun laughed and said, "Third Uncle, didn't you tell him to drink it?"
"Damn it!" Xing San cursed in frustration, "Who would have thought he'd act like this?"
Hearing Wang Qiang chuckling behind him, Zhao Jun turned to the right and said, "Uncle, you're still laughing? You're the first to disagree when I said I wouldn't give him any wine."
"Hehe." Wang Qiang chuckled dryly, then whispered to Zhao Jun, "Nephew, I just remembered something."
"What's wrong, Uncle?" Zhao Jun asked. Wang Qiang blinked and whispered, "Your dad used to talk about the Wang family, and then your mom scolded him."
"Huh?" Zhao Jun was taken aback, and then he heard Wang Qiang whisper in his ear, "The other day it happened to be my wedding, and your mother said to make some arrangements, invite all the relatives and friends first, and have a side feast for the first two days."
In the early years, conditions were tough and transportation was inconvenient. Some people who came from afar to attend the wedding would arrive several days in advance.
When there are many guests at home, the host will hold a feast before the actual day.
This seat is called a side seat.
When Wang Qiang got married, most families were not well-off, so the host family had no choice but to hold a side banquet, since there were so many guests and they couldn't not entertain them.
But Wang Meilan is a person who cares about appearances and face. As the only son of the Wang family, her younger brother is getting married, and Wang Meilan wants to treat the side banquet as the main banquet.
Zhao Jun couldn't complain about this; he could only listen to Wang Qiang continue.
Wang Qiang's voice trailed off as he spoke, saying, "I remember it clearly. Your mother was going on and on about who to invite, and your father said... he said that we Wang family members are short-sighted and money is more important than our fathers."
Zhao Jun: "..."
"Shallow eyelids" is a local expression in Yong'an, which means something similar to "shallow eyelids," but mainly emphasizes describing someone who is greedy for small gains.
Zhao Jun couldn't respond to Wang Qiang's words, and he didn't know why Wang Qiang brought it up.
At this moment, Wang Qiang continued to say to Zhao Jun, "He didn't mention us. Who was he talking about? One of them is... Wang Changyou from Changling. Haven't you met him?"
"Ah, ah!" Zhao Jun nodded repeatedly. Wang Changyou was related to Wang Meilan and Wang Cuihua, and Changling Village wasn't far from Yong'an Village. But when Zhao Jun and Ma Ling got married, neither the Zhao nor Ma families invited Wang Changyou, which meant there was something wrong with him.
"And who is the other one?" Wang Qiang asked again. "It's Wang Daxi."
“Wang Daxi?” Zhao Jun was taken aback. Wang Qiang nodded and said, “Yes, it’s him. Your dad said he was referring to Wang Changyou, who has shallow eyelids. He said he’s closer to his father than to his son, and that’s Wang Daxi.”
At this point, Wang Qiang paused slightly, frowned, and said, "Later, I heard my mother say that this Wang Daxi would do anything for money. He was purely willing to risk his life for money, preferring money to his life."
"Ah..." Hearing Wang Qiang say this, Zhao Jun understood what he meant and said, "Uncle, you mean that Wang something-or-other Wang Guang is up to something?"
"Yeah." Wang Qiang pursed his lips and said, "I didn't go over today, and I didn't see him, but as soon as you said it was him, I felt something was wrong, and I felt uneasy."
"Uncle, do you still know him?" Zhao Jun asked. Wang Qiang replied, "I don't know him. I don't think I was even born before his family moved away."
Hearing Wang Qiang say that, Zhao Jun turned to the other side and asked Xing San, "Uncle, do you know anything about that guy named Wang something-or-other today?"
“Wang Yaoguang,” Xing San said, “I don’t know him. He’s just a junior. How could I possibly know anything about him?”
After saying this, Xing San asked Zhao Jun, "What's wrong, kid? Why are you asking him?"
"My uncle said that Wang Daxi is a man who values money more than his life," Zhao Jun said. "He's afraid that Wang Yaoguang will use his influence in this village to smear us behind our backs."
"Ah..." Hearing Zhao Jun say this, Xing Sanhua frowned slightly and said, "Gudong, he wouldn't dare."
People like Xing San have strong self-confidence and don't think anyone would dare to do anything to him.
When Zhao Jun and Wang Qiang were whispering, no one else heard them.
Later, Zhao Jun and Xing San started talking without holding back. Zhang Yuanmin overheard their conversation and interjected, "Uncle San, that's not necessarily true. They say people die for money and birds die for food."
After saying this, Zhang Yuanmin called to Zhao Jun and said, "Brother, we really need to be careful tomorrow. When we were in Lingnan, I chatted with those ginseng gang members. They often went up the mountain to fight with ginseng clubs, and it was common for them to get into fights and spar with people."
“Yes, yes!” Wang Qiang echoed Zhang Yuanmin’s words, saying, “I also heard it from those people. Half of the people in the mountain gang are black-hearted. Their ropes and sticks are stained with blood. Many of them are ruthless in their backs.”
Zhao Jun had heard about the situations Wang Qiang and Zhang Yuanmin described in his previous life when he was in the business, but he had never encountered them himself. After all, in his previous life, he was a mountain hunter in Russia, where there were no backstabbing incidents; those Russians did things openly.
When he returned to China, he stopped hunting in the mountains and started collecting ginseng.
"Oh dear!" Suddenly, Xing San sat up abruptly, nudging Zhao Jun with his hand, and said, "Kid, after what those two said, I'm starting to feel uneasy."
"Don't even mention it, Uncle San," Zhao Jun laughed. "I'm feeling really uneasy."
"Tsk!" Xing San smacked his lips and said, "I remember now."
Then, Xing San turned to Zhao Jun and said, "Tell that old bastard Wang Yaoguang to be incredibly stingy!"
"What's wrong?" Zhao Jun asked. Xing San said, "I heard my son mention it once. The two of them are always playing together. That time, my son picked two cucumbers at home and went to find him."
When I went to his house, I gave him a cucumber. He took it, took a bite, and then put it on the stool. Recently, my son wanted to sit on the stool and thought about taking his cucumber to the kang table. As soon as he picked up the cucumber, the little guy yelled, which startled my son.
"What's that for?" Wang Qiang asked, "Is this person so possessive of their food?"
"Who knows?" Xing San seemed to recall something and continued, "He not only guards his food, but he's also stingy. He said that once, his mother picked some wild pears on the mountain and sent my son to her house. His mother told him twice, 'Give Xiao Qiu a couple of wild pears,' and he wouldn't budge."
"That's too stingy," Zhang Yuanmin said. "A pear is free, what's wrong with eating two?"
Zhang Yuanmin's words were not about being generous with other people's money. Even thirty or forty years later, if someone passing by said they wanted to eat a couple of fruits and vegetables grown in a rural home, it wouldn't be a problem.
As for the wild vegetables and fruits gathered from the mountains, they are all willing to share them with their neighbors.
As for Xing San's son when he was a child, the relationships between people were more genuine back then. When guests came to visit, they were given whatever was good to eat.
The children would visit each other, and although they wouldn't stay for a meal, they could easily eat a few wild pears.
“Absolutely,” Xing San said. “How could I remember so clearly? My third aunt said that when he came to my house, he pulled up all the cucumbers in the garden, and took them all, including the few cucumbers on the vines.”
"Hehe..." Xing San's words caused a few people to chuckle. Zhang Yuanmin even described Wang Yaoguang as "this guy is like a mud smearer, he only smears inside, but not outside."
"Yeah, I guess." Xing San responded, and Li Baoyu suddenly interjected, "Hey? Brother, if it's like what Uncle San said, that old guy moved away for twenty or thirty years, and now he's back to graze in the mountains, isn't that against the rules?"
"That's why they don't get along," Zhao Jun said. "Don't even mention him, even if Master Shao came back to roam the mountains, it wouldn't work, would it?"
“This guy doesn’t follow the rules either.” Li Baoyu’s words startled the others. Then he added, “Brother, we really have to be careful. This guy is no good.”
"Hmm." Zhao Jun felt that Li Baoyu's words made sense, but it was best to think positively before anything had actually happened.
So Zhao Jun said, "As long as we're acting normally, we have dogs. If someone comes, the dogs will bark, how could we not know?"
Zhao Jun had just mentioned the word "dog" twice, and as soon as he finished speaking, three dog heads popped out from the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed).
A lantern sat at the entrance of the shack, and in its dim light, the eyes of Black Tiger, Erhei, and Green Tiger gleamed eerily.
But Zhao Jun and the others weren't afraid. Those who were close to the dogs reached out and patted their heads. With these three dogs around, they felt very at ease.
"Alright, alright." At this moment, Jie Chen's voice came from the other end, begging for mercy: "I'm not talking to you two anymore. Give me whatever you want. Let's go to sleep."
“Brother Chen, I haven’t finished speaking yet.” Ma Yang wanted to say something more, but Zhao Jun said, “Xiao Yang, if you keep dawdling, I’ll send it back to you tomorrow.”
Hearing Zhao Jun's words, Ma Yang pursed his lips and remained silent.
"Let's all go to sleep. We'll get up early tomorrow, and after we get our food, we'll start carrying the sticks." Zhao Jun said, "After we finish carrying this nest, we won't be able to leave. We'll still have to work with the sticks."
Today, not only Wang Yaoguang, but also Han Wenxue and Pang Zhihua are here.
Both of these people are from the Pang family gang, which means that the secret has already been exposed.
So Zhao Jun's idea was that if he didn't bring out the conjoined ginseng this time, the Zhao family gang wouldn't come down the mountain.
They carried out the conjoined ginseng, and then the village was taken to the Pang family's place.
When Zhao Jun spoke, everyone fell silent. After a brief silence, snores filled the shack.
The next morning, Xing San cooked again. After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, Zhao Jun led the core members of the Zhao family gang to start carrying ginseng.
After feeding the dog cornmeal, Xing San, along with Dao and Ma Yang, surveyed the surrounding area.
The old man and the young man first walked through the woods and along the stone embankment, then followed the river for about two miles. While patrolling, they also retrieved the fish baskets they had set the day before.
The two fish baskets contained more than thirty small river pomegranates. After Xing San brought the catch back to the shack, he came over to check on Zhao Jun and the others' progress.
When Xing San got closer and took a look, his eyes widened instantly.
When Xing San opened the basket in the morning, he took a look at it. At that time, there were two elephant trunk buds, but now there are four rhizomes.
Three of the rhizomes were very close together, while the other was half a meter away from the three.
Xing San dared not make a sound to disturb Zhao Jun, Zhang Yuanmin, and Li Ruhai who were carrying the ginseng. He only turned to look at Li Baoyu and cast an inquiring glance at him.
Li Baoyu whispered in Xing San's ear, "Third Uncle, I don't know what's going on either. I just heard my brother say that they've started stealing."
“Great!” Xing San’s eyes lit up, and he turned around and waved to Ma Yang, who was sitting to the side drinking water.
"What's up, Uncle San?" Ma Yang came up to Xing San and heard Xing San say, "Come on, kid, let's take a stroll over to our car."
"Uncle, what are you still wandering around for?" Ma Yang said, "It's pretty hot today, let's take a break!"
"You lazy child, how can you be so lazy?" Xing San glared at him and said, "If you're lazy, go home. If you're lazy, why are you climbing this mountain?"
After Xing San said that, Ma Yang fell silent, obediently picked up the semi-automatic motorcycle, and followed Xing San downstairs.
An old man and a young boy walked down the mountain along the road to where the jeep was parked.
Upon seeing the jeep, Xing San led Ma Yang down the road, saying they would turn back after reaching the Jiefang truck.
The two walked down a mile or so when they suddenly heard a clattering sound ahead.
Xing San grabbed Ma Yang, and then the old man took out his gun and squinted down to look.
Xing San was old after all, and his eyesight was not as good as Ma Yang's. At this moment, Ma Yang saw two people who were only about 20 meters away from him, walking uphill along the road.
"Third Uncle, someone's here!" As soon as Ma Yang said this, Xing San shouted, "What do you want?"