My rebirth is different

Chapter 192 Poor Old Ban
Yu Wenfei really wanted to cry. It would be easy to make some money by writing two books by himself. Why did everyone think that after he was a little famous, he had to get in touch with all the famous people?

Faced with these nonsensical questions, he had to answer them with a smile on his face, because these were all my mother's friends.

In any case, it doesn't matter if you feel wronged, you can't let mom lose face.

In the next few days, Yu Wenfei was pulled by his mother to participate in gatherings like this several times.

Basically, all the aunts and girls in Xiguan met Yu Wenfei once...

Everyone who has seen him is full of admiration.

Aunts common comment is this style.

"That child is indeed a person who can achieve great things, it looks different!"

If you want to ask her what is different, she may not be able to tell anything other than being handsome.

"He is a promising child, and he is very polite. Hey, it's a pity that I'm only a girl, and my children are all in kindergarten!"

As for those girls who are a little older or younger than Yu Wenfei, the evaluation style is different.

"Wow, you are as handsome as you look on TV. Those eyes seem to be emitting electricity. Just looking at me makes my whole body go numb!"

"I'm sure, the Yu Wenfei in the book is written according to himself, and his words are so gentle."

"Mom, I like Brother Yuwenfei! I want to marry him when I grow up!"

Oh, the last sentence was said by a five-year-old little girl...

In the end, Yu Wenfei couldn't take it anymore, he didn't want to be dragged around by his mother for "exhibition" like a giant panda.

But he understands his mother's mood. If a child is promising, the parents are not proud and don't want to show off.

So, he told his mother that he wanted to go back to the small courtyard he rented to write a book!
Writing is something that must be done quietly and focused, and he needs to be alone for a few days.

This reason is legitimate and sufficient.

My mother has also heard that many writers have their own quirks, and it is really necessary to be quiet when thinking about things.

My son is going to write a book, how can a mother not support it.

With his mother's thousand reminders, Yu Wenfei returned to the rented yard next to the school.

It's still clean...

This morning, after Yu Wenfei got up, he washed up and went out to have breakfast at the shop selling hot pepper soup by the side of the road.

Zhou Mengyi left a little early today, there is an event in the supermarket, she has to rush over to sit in town,

Sitting carefree and unrestrained under the shed, having a mouthful of spicy soup and deep-fried dough sticks, Yu Wenfei saw an acquaintance on the side of the road.

It was my head teacher, Liu Benzhong.

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The school is on holiday, and the teachers have a lot of leisure.

As a teacher, among other things, I don't know how many people in other industries are envious of the two big holidays every year.

At Liu Benzhong's home, the head teacher, the couple started to get busy when they got up early in the morning.

Liu Benzhong's wife, surnamed Wang, is also a teacher at the school.

While urging the child to get up and wash up quickly, Teacher Wang turned to Liu Benzhong and said.

"Old Liu, hurry up and stop a tricycle by the side of the road, negotiate a price with someone, and see if we can be sent directly to the village."

Both of them are from Chen County, in the countryside below.

Today is the wedding of the son of brother Liu Benzhong's family. How can he not go as his uncle.

I was supposed to go back a few days in advance, but the school organized an important training session, and the school paid a lot of money for experts to speak about class management and psychological counseling of students in the third year of high school.

Liu Benzhong and his wife will be teaching the third year of high school after the holiday, and Liu Benzhong is still the class teacher, so how dare he not participate.

So, we can only go back on the wedding day.

Hearing his wife's urging, Liu Benzhong complained: "I said to buy a motorcycle, but you refused to let me. If it is more convenient to have a motorcycle, I will take your mother and daughter back directly."

The wife said impatiently: "We live 5 minutes away from the teaching building. Should we buy a motorcycle and put it there to eat dust? I don't leave school once in a month or two. What kind of motorcycle should I buy!"

Liu Benzhong had nothing to say.

Indeed, Tiantian family courtyard-teaching building-office building is three points one line, and it takes less than 10 minutes to go back and forth. Except for shopping for vegetables, you basically don't go out of the small courtyard, and buying motorcycles is not very useful.

However, Liu Benzhong did not express his thoughts.

A man needs face, and he is one of the few college students who have come out of the village.

Others ride big motorcycles when they go home, and one even drives Beverly!

Every time I go home, I pedal my bicycle bitterly, sweating profusely from exhaustion, and my face is covered with ashes.

The villagers may not know why they are laughing at themselves behind their backs.

"Look, this is a college student. He graduated and became a teacher. Those who don't know it think it's very beautiful. Look at how poor you are, don't be a teacher in the future!"

Similar words, Liu Benzhong can imagine.

Now that it is hot, it is unrealistic to go back by bicycle. It is not possible for ordinary people to ride a bicycle with two people for twenty or thirty miles.

At least the thin Liu Benzhong couldn't do it.

You can only stop a motorized tricycle on the side of the road. Some tricycles are willing to travel such a long distance, but the price is higher.

Of course, Liu Benzhong also knew that it was possible to rent a car at the Xiguan turntable.

Beverly, Santana, even Santana 2000, Audi 100 such cars have.

But the price is too expensive. Renting a car with a driver for a day costs hundreds of dollars.

How could Liu Benzhong spend that unjustly wasted money?

In contrast, motorized tricycles are the best choice.

He stood on the side of the school road and stopped two three-wheeled cars in a row. Unfortunately, the price he offered was too low, and the other party's asking price was too high, so they couldn't reach a deal.

"Don't go at twenty? It's one yuan per mile! Really don't go? If I don't go, I'll stop another car!"

Liu Benzhong threatened.

However, the three-wheeled master didn't take this set, stepped on the accelerator, and walked away, leaving only a puff of black smoke, which almost choked Liu Benzhong to death.

Liu Benzhong looked at Sanlun going away, full of helplessness.

He decided that for the next car, he would simply report 30, which should be almost the same.

Time is running out, more than 20 miles away, with the road conditions in the county, this kind of motorized three-wheeled trip will take about two hours.

It's already past eight o'clock in the morning. If I miss the formal wedding at noon, how will I, as an uncle, face my elder brother and my nephew in the future.

Oh, I guess my father and mother will grab my ears and scold me.

"Mr. Liu, good morning, what are you doing?"

Liu Benzhong was looking around to see if there was a tricycle approaching, when he suddenly heard a voice behind him.

Turning his head and looking, Liu Benzhong laughed, it turned out to be his proud disciple Yu Wenfei.

"Why are you here? Isn't it a holiday? I remember your home is in Xiguan, right?"

"This place is clean, come and write a book." Yu Wenfei simply explained.

(End of this chapter)