I am a Big Villain

158. The spring of the second-rate son

"Did you steal that friend of yours' money?"

The old man looked impatient: "No, no, if it was stolen from your friend, he should have guessed that it was you who stole the money by now. He should have called the police and asked the police to arrest you."

"Is it the money you stole together? You said that your friend made a lot of money because he set up a money-stealing gang in the city?"

Old Man Yan was so excited that he almost shed tears. If he knew that his son was so prosperous that he could steal money, he should not have let him leave the village before. He would have kept him even if he broke his legs. .

I don’t blame the family for thinking wrongly, it’s just that the original person’s character is too poor and cannot be trusted.

Now Yan Chu took out a thick wad of money and put it on the table. It looked like it was at least three or four hundred. The Yan family had saved for many years to rebuild Yan Chu's house, and the money for a wife was only that much.

He only went to the city for twenty days. Excluding the time spent traveling back and forth, it was probably only sixteen or seventeen days. Apart from stealing and robbing, the Yan family could not imagine how Yan Chu could make money so quickly.

No one thought that he might have won this money from gambling. In places like casinos, people had only heard of people losing everything until they lost everything, but they had never heard of someone winning so much money. If Yan Chu had that ability, he would have gone bankrupt before. You won't be chased by the casino for debts.

"Hurry up and surrender. The police came to promote it before. Didn't they say that surrendering can reduce your sentence? Dad will go with you. Dad didn't teach you well. If you go to jail, dad will sit with you. When you come out, we will repent of our past mistakes. Become a new person.”

The old man wanted to take the money back with trembling hands. These were stolen money and they would be returned to the owner when the time came.

After listening to the old man's analysis, the old lady burst into tears. Her youngest son was going to jail, and the sky was about to collapse.

What does it mean to change one's past, and what does it mean to be a new person?

Yan Chu felt that his brain supplement skills were still a little behind, that is, the times had not caught up. His parents in this world should be screenwriters. This brain circuit is so strange.

Seeing that he would be taken to the public security bureau if he didn't explain, Yan Chu had no choice but to tell in detail how he made money, and found a reasonable excuse for the money to be released.

He didn't explain in detail how much money he earned. The part he showed now was the amount that the original person had lost when he lost his family. This money should be returned to the old man and his eldest brother and sister-in-law's family on his behalf.

He had no share in the money earned by the family before, and the old couple were old. It can be said that most of the three hundred yuan was earned by the eldest brother Yan Aiguo and his sister-in-law Jiang Dani.

Although the customs here are like this, the money earned by the parents is used to support the marriage of the eldest son. After the eldest son gets married, he helps his parents earn money to support his younger siblings to get married. However, after all, Yan Chu is not the original person, so he is embarrassed to accept his brother with peace of mind. Sister-in-law’s money.

Especially the sister-in-law, she should still be worried about this matter. If the original person really used the more than three hundred yuan to marry a wife, she would not necessarily care about it, but the money she had earned so hard was easily used by her brother-in-law. It's a bit frustrating to lose everything at the gambling table.

I always feel that I have been working as a cow for several years, working for the landlord for nothing, and making nothing.

Yan Chu thought, he paid back the money, no matter whether the money went to the old lady or the sister-in-law, it would have settled the previous knot. In this way, no one could say that they owed anything to the elder brother and his family. .

"You think you can make so much money selling meat buns?"

The old man's eyes were full of suspicion and he remained distrustful of his son's words.

Every household can make steamed buns, but not every household can make meat buns.

The white noodles are so fragrant. People in the village are reluctant to part with fine grains, especially the meat fillings in the meat buns. Usually, only during the Chinese New Year, when the team shares pork, everyone is willing to steam one or two cages of meat buns to satisfy their craving. Even if a lot of cabbage is added to the filling, pure meat filling is very rare, and I don't want to make it on weekdays.

I can’t bear to spend food on making this thing, so how can anyone else be willing to spend money on it?

Are you afraid that you are not being taken advantage of?

The old man has also seen the world, and he knows that it is definitely more cost-effective to make the things sold outside, just like the restaurants in the town also sell steamed buns, but the villagers will not buy them when they go to the market in the town.

If anyone eats in the restaurant, other people in the village will say that he does not care about his family and cannot keep his money, and he will be looked down upon.

So in Old Man Yan's opinion, the business of those restaurants is probably not good, because no fool would go there and spend a lot of money to buy food. But now his son said that he earned more than 300 yuan from selling steamed buns. , the old man’s first reaction was not to believe it.

"Dad, this is really what I earned from selling steamed buns. Do you know about the No. 1 state-owned factory in the city? The apprentice workers there also have a salary of more than thirty yuan a month, and the salary of senior workers is hundreds. They are rich. It’s nothing to eat meat buns. Every meal at home has meat and fish, so life is nourishing.”

Yan Chu knew that the original image made it difficult for everyone to trust his words, so he could only explain it again patiently.

"Besides, how powerful the police are. If I really steal money, can I still return home safely and no one will come to arrest me now?"

As soon as Yan Chu finished speaking, the villagers' calls came from outside the house.

"Yan Laoer, the police are looking for you."

With a plop, the old man rolled his eyes and fell to the ground, stunned to death.

****

"Just say how could my son steal money? You old man doesn't think about your son's good every day, so you know that you have wronged our son."

Yan loves the country. Mrs. Yan helped the old man carry it, and then complained.

When Old Man Yan woke up and learned the cause and effect, he felt a little guilty, but he couldn't apologize to his son. He could only keep his mouth shut, but he held the money tightly in his hands, and the smile in his eyes almost overflowed.

All this is thanks to the police officers who came unexpectedly at night.

Those police officers came to give Yan Chu bonuses. They just came to hand out banners before. Now that the gang of human traffickers has been taken away, the bonuses should naturally be delivered.

Fifty yuan is not much for Yan Chu now, but for the villagers, it is equivalent to a year's income of a strong laborer when he was earning work points. Everyone was amazed and felt that Yan Laoer had a lot of money. Luck.

Old Man Yan fainted from anxiety just now, but soon woke up. When everyone was in high spirits, he secretly grabbed a very dignified-looking police officer and asked him.

Yan Chu helped the police pick up a member of a human trafficker gang. If he commits a crime one day, will he have the chance to have his sentence reduced?

How could the old man fight with a police officer who was doing criminal investigation at his level?

Coincidentally, this policeman happened to be the one who had eaten the meat buns Pan An's buns sent by his daughter who worked in the city. When he heard the familiar name of the first state-owned factory and Yan Chu's overly outstanding appearance, he He guessed that Yan Chu was the person who took out steamed buns from the first state-owned factory.

His daughter said that the bun seller was a bit willful. After making enough money, he patted his butt and went home to rest. She said she would wait until the money was spent before selling buns again. At this time, Yan Chu was returning to the village. .

Pity those people who have tasted the meat buns and are so greedy that they are already hungry after only two or three days. They just can’t find the person selling the buns and hope in their hearts that he will be more generous with their money. , spend all your money early, and come to the factory to take out steamed buns.

The police helped to explain, and Old Yan was naturally relieved. Although he still felt that the people in the city were stupid, his son had never worked since he was a child, and the stove was only introduced to such a craft after the separation of the family. , what kind of buns can be made?

Anyway, no matter what, the source of Yan Chu's money is innocent, and the whole family can feel relieved.

"Brother, is it really so easy for people in this city to make money?"

Jiang Dani is a little jealous of the money earned by her brother-in-law. Of course, she is not so short-sighted as to take that money as her own. After all, the families have been separated, and the finances must be separated as well.

"I can't say for sure. There are quite a few food stalls outside the first state-owned factory, but many of them are not very good businesses. Only a few of them can continue to operate."

Yan Chu doesn’t recommend that her sister-in-law set up a food stall for her craftsmanship. Nowadays, people’s consumption consciousness is quite frugal. Unless the taste is good or novel enough, they will not be willing to spend money to buy it, even if their family is rich. People’s consumption concepts are also the same.

My sister-in-law’s craftsmanship is enough for the family to eat, but it’s a bit reluctant to sell it.

But in another ten years, if his sister-in-law goes to set up stalls to sell goods in places where labor is more intensive, he still agrees. As long as the price is close enough to the people, even if the taste is just ordinary, the business will be prosperous.

Different times have different considerations, so now when Jiang Dani asked Yan Chu this question, he poured cold water on his sister-in-law without any hesitation.

Jiang Dani was a little suspicious, thinking that her brother-in-law was afraid that she would steal business from him?

"Uncle, you have never made steamed buns before. Why did you suddenly think of this and earn so much money?"

Jiang Dani asked tentatively, that was a thick stack of ten-dollar bills, and the chicken, duck, candies and pastries brought by the other party on this trip home, everything made Jiang Dani's heart a little anxious.

This question is also something that the Yan family is curious about. The policeman just said that his son's bun shop is doing very well. Now that his son has returned to the village, he no longer sells buns. Many people are complaining.

They couldn't understand that the buns made by their son, who had never been in the kitchen a few times, were enough to make people remember them for so long?

Being stared at by several pairs of eyes, Yan Chu remained calm.

He spoke calmly and uttered a sentence.

"Probably because I have a good face, people in that area call me Meat Bun Pan An."

Once you say this, there is nothing wrong with it.

Jiang Dani couldn't help but take a closer look at her brother-in-law. She felt that he seemed to be getting better after not seeing him for a while.

The evil spirit that was all over his body before, no matter how good he looks, has to be reduced a bit.

It's different now. There is a Yan Chu in his body, with both appearance and temperament, which makes this face even more handsome and attractive.

Jiang Dani glanced at her brother-in-law and then at her man. It seemed that her wish to get rich would not be realized.

****

"Have you heard? The second son of the Yan family, that second-rate son, is making a lot of money in the city?"

"I heard about it. It is said that I made dozens of dollars."

"More than that, I earned at least a hundred yuan. I didn't see the old couple from the Yan family walking with wind, and they suddenly started to float."

There are no secrets in the small village, especially Old Man Yan and Old Mrs. Yan, because this unfulfilled son has been complained by the villagers in recent years. Now that the other party has made great achievements, he has to show off for his son.

The most important thing is that his son is already twenty-three this year. All young people of this age in the village already have wives. However, because of Yan Chu's reputation, no girl is willing to marry him yet.

The old couple of the Yan family also wanted to take this opportunity to make their son have a change in the hearts of the villagers, so that they could get married.

"Why do you think anyone would buy the buns made by Yan Laoer?"

They couldn't imagine that those old women who had been working around the stove for decades didn't dare to say that their craftsmanship could be sold for money, but that second-rate guy who didn't know anything about grains actually made a fortune by making steamed buns. This was really shocking. People are no longer happy.

"You don't know, right?"

There was an old man who was relatively well-informed. He looked at the villagers who couldn't understand and smiled like he had seen everything.

"Do you remember the Tofu Xishi who used to have a tofu stall in the town? There were several tofu stalls in the town, but men liked to buy tofu from her, and many stingy women liked to go there to catch their men."

The person who spoke was an old man, and the beauty in his mouth was now an old lady. Only the old man who was also old could remember who he was talking about.

"Although Yan Laoer is a fool, he has good looks. When people buy his buns, are they looking for the buns? No! What they are looking for is his face. You don't know how much the big girls and young wives in the city like it. He goes to buy buns from him every day just to see him more. "

The old man's tone was very determined, as if he was at the scene when Yan Chu was selling steamed buns.

"Yan Laoer is good-looking, but does anyone really buy buns for their face?" a villager retorted.

"Haha, then every time you went to Tofu Xishi's to buy tofu, do you dare to say that you went there just for the tofu?"

The old man who spoke said to the old man opposite who had wrinkles and age spots all over his face. The nearby villagers who were listening to the gossip burst into laughter, which made the old man ashamed.

"Old Yantou has said that his son is called meat bun Pan An in the city. He is now called Pan An. How much do you think those big girls and young wives like him?"

A group of old people sitting under the old elm tree basking in the sun were amazed. They didn't expect that Yan Laoer was spoiled because of his face, and now he has made a lot of money with this face.

He has a handsome face even when he succeeds, and he has a handsome face when he fails.

"Since steamed buns are so easy to sell, why is Yan Laoer back again?"

Some people also wonder, if you can earn a hundred bucks in half a month in the city, then why come back? Earning more money is the serious thing.

"You don't want to think about the virtues of Yan Laoer. He can patiently sell steamed buns for more than half a month. The sun has already risen in the west. No, he is lazy again after making some money. I heard that he has to wait until now. After spending all the money on hand, go to the city to sell steamed buns."

"Hehe, it's Yan Laoer. Even though he has made progress, he is still lazy."

The people in the village laughed and thought that this was Yan Laoer, which made people feel very friendly.

At first, I heard that Yan Chu could also make a lot of money, and the sense of distance was gone. The second-rate guy is still the same second-rate guy, but now he is a second-rate guy, which makes people feel more reliable. At least what he loses is his own money, and he will never be a loser again. Someone else.

****

"Xiao Chu, do you want to eat chicken today? My aunt's old hen is very fat, and the stew couldn't be more nourishing."

"Xiao Chu, do you want to eat goose today? My aunt's goose is very carefully raised. When the time comes, it will be cooked and sliced, and it will taste delicious just dipped in soy sauce."

Yan Chu walked from the old house towards his eldest brother's house. Many people greeted him along the way.

Now everyone in the village knows that he is rich and enjoys life. Those in the village who raise chickens and ducks but are reluctant to eat them are all sold to Yan Chu.

The price of chicken at the purchasing station is one yuan per pound, and it can be sold for one yuan two to one yuan three in the free market. Yan Chu buys chickens and ducks based on the free market price. Selling to him also saves the time of traveling back and forth to town. , so people in the village are happy to do business with him.

People who used to sympathize with Yan Aiguo's family are now envious of them. Who makes Yan Laoer lazy? When he got rich, he didn't open fire at home. He asked his sister-in-law Jiang Dani to help clean up the chickens and ducks he bought, and his whole family was also affected. Guang, everyone who has been fed recently has gained weight, and they are more energetic than others when working in the fields.

"No, I haven't finished eating the chicken I bought yesterday."

Yan Chu smiled and waved to the old ladies, promising that if he wanted to buy chickens, ducks and geese in the future, he would give priority to theirs.

"No wonder people buy buns because of that face."

After Yan Chu left, several aunts gathered together and murmured that Yan Laoer used to be good-looking, but not as good as he is now. When he smiles, it makes people feel bright, which means they are getting older, and they are not as good as now. Fa has any wrong thoughts about Yan Chu.

"Chu'er, you're finally here."

When Mrs. Yan saw her youngest son coming, her face turned into a chrysanthemum smile, and she pulled him to introduce him to the strange old lady beside her.

"This is my youngest son, the one who everyone in the city praises Pan An, the meat bun."

Old Mrs. Yan pulled her son to brag and felt the strange old lady's gaze on her. Yan Chu probably knew where this old lady came from.

The three of them sat in the main room and chatted for a while, mainly between Old Yan and the strange old lady. Then the strange old lady said goodbye. From the beginning to the end, Old Yan had a smile on her face.

"Chu'er, you're not young anymore. Now that your family is rich, mom wants to settle your marriage. A man will become more stable after he has a wife. If he has another child in the future, you can't be like this. Childish."

The family really had no money before, but now that the son has made money again by selling his face, naturally the matter of marrying a wife should be put on the agenda.

She kept all the more than 300 yuan that Yan Chu got back this time. It would cost a lot of money to buy betrothal gifts and hold banquets. She knew that her son must still have money, otherwise he would not be able to do anything these days. Take the fish to the boss's house.

But she can't control that much. After all, she only has enough money on hand to marry a daughter-in-law. It's not easy to ask for money from this bastard son of hers. Just because he can give her more than three hundred yuan this time, She felt like she was in a dream.

"Mom, I'm still young."

Yan Chu didn't plan to get married. He planned to live his whole life in this world easily and without worries.

"You're not young anymore. Your brother was already born at your age." Mrs. Yan glared at her son, hoping to have more children while he was still young.

Now he relies on his face to sell his buns. In the future, when he gets older and his face becomes wrinkled, will those older girls and younger wives be willing to buy his buns?

Of course, he should have a few children who look as good as him as soon as possible. When he can no longer sell it, he can let his children take over and pass on the name of Pan An's meat buns, and he doesn't have to worry about finding a job and starving to death.

The old lady had already thought about it for her son, and she knew it well.