struggle in a small town

Chapter 66

During the meal, I heard that Zhang Xuejiao and Lin Zhiyuan have known each other since they were young. Song Qing spoke in a dialect and began to turn over old scores: "Eh, in the first year of marriage with Liu Feng, Jiaojiao came to visit during the Chinese New Year. I heard that they grew up together as childhood sweethearts, which made me sad." Die."

Lin Zhiyuan just smiled, thinking that when he saw Xiaoxue and Liu Feng driving away together, he was quite upset.

"But at that time, we only met once a year. Usually, the two of them didn't have much contact, so I was relieved."

Liu Feng silently picked up a chicken wing for his son, and took the drink in front of him.

Song Qing looked at Zhang Xuejiao: "After getting in touch with him a lot, I feel completely at ease. Jiaojiao doesn't like Liu Feng at all."

Zhang Xuejiao almost choked to death, and coughed.

Lin Zhiyuan quickly patted her on the back.

"What's wrong with me?" Liu Feng looked unhappy, the first half of the sentence was still in Mandarin, and the second half of the sentence became a dialect: "When I was single, which girl on the street didn't look more often?"

Song Qing didn't save him the slightest bit of face: "I'm ashamed to say it? Well, if I meet a second pole in the shape of Sha Matt, I will take a few more glances."

Zhang Xuejiao couldn't hold back anymore, she lowered her head and laughed wildly.

Song Qing also asked her: "Jiaojiao, what do you think? He has dyed red hair and wears rotten trousers that look like a melon. Who wouldn't look at him?" (Pushing Xilaihai is a Guanzhong dialect , which means sloppy, untidy, unclean, and not neat.)
Zhang Xuejiao almost died of laughter.

Liu Feng was furious, and started to fight back in dialect: "What do you know! Outside is Yashen Temple, handsome wife."

Lin Zhiyuan tried to put the shape of Iori Temple on Liu Feng, but seeing his standard Guanzhong man's face, he couldn't help laughing.

"You scold me as melon critics?" Song Qing stretched out his hands and twisted Liu Feng's ears: "I think you're just beating me up."

Liu Feng quickly confessed his love and begged for mercy: "Daughter-in-law~ wife~ what a mother, you should save some face for me."

Song Qing twisted it hard before letting go: "The forehead is not too embarrassing, you have the ability to change the forehead."

"No ability, no ability." Liu Feng put his arms around Song Qing's waist: "I love you the most!"

Lin Zhiyuan really opened his eyes.

Although my parents usually scold each other, but Lin Aimin has always regarded himself as a cultural person, and it is absolutely impossible for Song Xiuni to exchange dialects.

Zhang Xuejiao knew Song Qing's temper a long time ago, and she was used to their way of getting along with each other long ago, so she was no stranger to it.

Song Qing picked up a chopstick dish for her: "It's business. You said you want to rent the third floor of the auxiliary building?"

"Ah."

"Ah, let me tell you, Wuda is not good." Song Qing looked mysterious: "Feng Shui is not good, so why pay for it?"

Zhang Xuejiao didn't say a word.

"You know, Wuda has opened an Internet cafe, KTV, and bookstore for less than three months, and the boss doesn't even care about paying for his underpants."

Zhang Xuejiao nodded: "No wonder it only costs 15 yuan per square meter."

"Cheap is not good quality."

Seeing that Liu Jun's hands were dirty, Song Qing took out a tissue and handed it to him, still talking to Zhang Xuejiao: "Are you renting Wuda to mess with it?"

Zhang Xuejiao pointed at Lin Zhiyuan with her chin: "He came back from other places and planned to do it himself. Originally, he wanted to rent a yard, but it wasn't suitable."

"How big a yard do you want?"

"The bigger the better."

Song Qing turned around and asked Liu Feng: "I remember that your uncle built a Sui Sui Di factory, and he quit last year. Isn't the crooked place idle?" (In Guanzhong dialect, Sui Sui Di means small.)
After mentioning this, Liu Feng also remembered: "Yes, yes, Uncle Er has indeed opened a factory, so call him and ask."

It is easy to have acquaintances.

After the phone call, Liu Feng said that the factory is now vacant, and if the two of them are interested, they can go and have a look after dinner.

Zhang Xuejiao subconsciously glanced at the sky, it was completely dark.

Song Qing slapped Liu Feng's back with a "slap": "What time is it? Won't we go again tomorrow?"

"Okay, tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon, I'll take you to see it."

Liu Feng was busy at the bar.

Zhang Xuejiao took Lin Zhiyuan to the mall, bought Liu Jun a toy gun with vibration and sound, and ran to the bar for Liu Feng to take it back.

What you promise to your child must be done.

On the way home, Lin Zhiyuan asked her with a smile: "Can you speak Guanzhong dialect?"

"I can."

"Say something and listen."

Zhang Xuejiao laughed twice, and refused: "This thing needs atmosphere, and I really can't tell it by myself."

Lin Zhiyuan pondered for a while, and called her in Guanzhong dialect: "My wife~"

Zhang Xuejiao kept laughing, but didn't answer.

"I love you the most~"

"Annoying." Zhang Xuejiao slowed down the car: "Don't learn from Liu Feng."

Lin Zhiyuan sighed: "I didn't expect Liu Feng and his wife to live like this."

"It's pretty good too."

Zhang Xuejiao recalled the first time she saw Song Qing, she was really stunned by her Guanzhong dialect.

Under normal circumstances, children of the same age as Zhang Xuejiao grew up speaking Mandarin, and only in rare cases would they speak a few words of Guanzhong dialect.

But Song Qing was different.

She speaks Guanzhong dialect when she opens her mouth, and only rarely speaks Mandarin with an accent.

"Hey, Liu Feng still wore Iori's clothes before?"

"What you said makes me feel like we are inferior." Zhang Xuejiao replied unhappily, "I remember when I was in junior high school, the street was full of people wearing Yagami's trousers."

"Well, I was really impressed when you said it."

Zhang Xuejiao said with emotion: "That kind of trousers are particularly leg-shaped, and not everyone looks good in them. Especially the thick-legged ones, with a belt in the middle, are simply disaster scenes."

Lin Zhiyuan deeply agrees.

Zhang Xuejiao thought about going to school, and started laughing again: "Who didn't go to middle school? When I was young, I used my mother's white scarf to pretend to be a white lady."

"It must be beautiful."

"Just kidding around."

Lin Zhiyuan hugged her waist tightly: "I want to see."

"are you crazy!"

No matter how soft and hard Lin Zhiyuan was, Zhang Xuejiao refused to agree.

How old is he, and he still does what he did when he was a child, like a fool.

Uncle Liu Feng's small factory is located in the south of the city, just at the junction of the urban area and the suburbs.

It has an area of ​​ten mu of land, a row of bungalows are built as dormitories, and there are five factory buildings.

After asking, I found out that the factory used to press small metal parts. Because my uncle was getting old and his son was living in another place, there was no one to take over, so it was closed.

To be honest, the location is a bit out of the way, and there is only a two-lane asphalt road in front of the gate.

Can't stand the cheapness!
Ten acres of land, more than 600 square meters, the annual rent is only [-].

Lin Zhiyuan walked around the factory, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt it was suitable, so he pulled Zhang Xuejiao to discuss: "This is it? It's good."

"It's a bit off, isn't it?"

"It's okay." Lin Zhiyuan gave her an analysis of the advantages: "The price is cheap, and the area is large enough. The road in front of the gate is all you have to go to go to the plateau, visit the tomb, and go to the reservoir."

Zhang Xuejiao estimated the distance and nodded: "Well, actually, if you come from the city, you can ride an electric car."

"This land should be an industrial land. If you want to build an expansion center, you have to change the nature of the land use."

Zhang Xuejiao said that she knew nothing about it.

Lin Zhiyuan walked towards Liu Feng who was standing beside him: "How many years does my uncle have to use this land?"

Liu Feng was also dumbfounded by the question.

He could only contact his uncle and make an appointment to meet and talk in detail.

(End of this chapter)