The mayor is a little bit thick

Chapter 10 The Embarrassment of Small Stores
He Bin turned around, pulled down the smiling face that looked like a chrysanthemum before, and threw a small half of the cigarette on the ground with his fingers, then stepped on it with his right foot and crushed it a few times, crushing the cigarette hard. In the sand.

You dare to pretend to be a kid with me even if you have three eyes?If it wasn't for his mother seeing that you are my second brother-in-law's brother-in-law, I would have already fucked you up
He is about 1.8 meters tall and as tall as his brother Wang Hongkun. After eating the food in the bowl, he got up and took the bowl of chopsticks to the kitchen and put it in the pot, "Dad, you are going to play mahjong later and put the key at the door , I’m going to Qiantun to do something.”

As he spoke, he came to the yard and started his brother-in-law's silver-gray miniature car, backed out of the yard, turned the rudder, and drove along the west road towards Qiantun. As soon as he drove out of the village, he saw a white goat rake ( The male goat) got out from the first section of the tree road in front of the village to the uneven and dilapidated red brick road, and then eleven or twelve goats and sheep, and two big dogs with black and shiny capillaries emerged one after another. Seeing these two dogs, he already knew who the sheep herder was.

Wang Hongkun looked sideways, and sure enough, a tall, 1.8-meter tall, strong, fair-skinned young man wearing a pair of glasses and a white-haired, slightly hunchbacked but light-built old man were jumping from a nearly one-meter-high Walking on the dirt road in front of the corn seedlings to the red brick road into the village.

When he came to the intersection of the first section of the tree road, he stepped on the brakes and poked his head out of the car window, "Ba Ye, you are over 90, why are you running out to herd the sheep? Let Da Biaozi do it by himself. "

Wang Biao, who was looking at the news near Momo with his mobile phone, looked up when he heard the sound, and saw Wang Hongkun, who was wearing a bald and shiny black and bald head, greeted with a smile: "Uncle, what are you doing?" Are you back in time? Are you done with the work over there?"

This one is only 42, but he has bald for several years. He is a typical northeastern man with a beard. He is his uncle. His uncle Wang Hongkun's grandfather and his great-grandfather are brothers. Eight, the blood relationship is not far away, and they are in the same village, and the two families are very close to each other. As long as he can remember, he has eaten at his house frequently. He is a bricklayer himself. Can earn more than 300.

I heard that I brought a few people to work at Yingchun, why did I come back?
"Well, it's over, nephew, you plan to herd sheep and farm in the village after you are a college student? Why don't you go out and find a job, or you can work with me, more than 100 yuan a day, and you won't be tired .” Wang Hongkun said with a smile in a tone that was good for Wang Biao.

The smile on Wang Biao's face froze.

Work with you?Then wouldn't I, Wang Biao, be laughed out of my teeth and trampled to death?

My uncle asked me to go to work in the oil field, but I didn’t go for four or five thousand a month, so I went to follow you to do hard work and earn more than 100 yuan?Stupid me?
Although he thought so in his heart, he didn't say it out of his mouth. Instead, he shook his head with a smile and said, "Hehe, I'll make more money in the novel manuscript fees in the future, so I'll go back to BJ. You should find someone else to do your job."

"Hehehe, how much money does the novel make now?"

"Not much, a few thousand yuan is not enough for you to earn a month." Wang Biao said without confidence.

In fact, ninety-five percent of his thousands of dollars were earned from his six months of full attendance.

Wang Hongkun glanced at Wang Biao playfully, "What's so good about BJ, the housing price is so expensive, that's enough, I won't tell you anymore, Lord Ba, I'm leaving."

The old man Wang Liqin nodded with a smile.

"Biao, why did your uncle come back from this matter?" the old man asked.

Looking at the miniature that was heading south, Wang Biao thought for a while and said, "What can I do? I guess I'll come back to see if I can build the road."

Wang Hongkun came to the concrete mixing operation area built between the Dongjia shack village in Nantun and the cement road to Dahua. After parking the car on the side of the road, he walked directly to Zhao Zhanwen, the master who had taught him to do bricklayer work. go.

"Third Uncle, I'm busy."

Zhao Zhanwen turned his head, "Ah, Dakun, why do you have the time to come to me? Something happened."

Wang Hongkun grinned and said with a smile: "Isn't this a village building a road? Come back and see if I can help you. It's convenient to work on the ground and take care of the family."

Zhao Zhanwen squinted his eyes and looked at the apprentices he had brought out, just like the black bear spirit in Journey to the West looking at Sun Houzi, hum, there is no work to do, remember what I did?How can there be such a good thing.

"Oh, look at this trouble, why didn't you say it earlier, I have recruited people here, a while ago I was still worrying about finding someone to hit the road, looking for someone everywhere, not a few days ago It was settled."

Wang Hongkun's eyes froze, and then he laughed and said, "Ah, it's okay, how long will Third Uncle have to rest this time?"

With a big belly, Zhao Zhanwen pretended to be casual and said, "It's not much, it's only about 20 kilometers."

"It's been so long, then the third uncle has made a fortune this time." Wang Hongkun was envious and jealous at the same time. It's good to have a village head who is a fucking elder brother. Otherwise, where would he contract such a large project? .

"What kind of money do you make? This mechanical forklift and everything are newly bought. It's not bad if you can earn this money back. Hey, if you don't do it well, you will lose money. If you pack the materials, you will be rich. , Alas!" Zhao Zhanwen yelled with his mouth curled up, as if the landlord Lao Cai was chatting with a bandit who stomped on the plate, afraid of revealing his wealth and being robbed.

Wang Hongkun didn't speak, but secretly cursed in his heart: But fuck off, don't you make money?You can do it, go to the grave and burn newspapers, are you cheating ghosts?

Thinking of this, he changed the subject: "Okay, then you should be busy, let's go!"

Wang Hongkun, who had eaten a meal, ran back to the village with a few gas pedals, but instead of going home, he came to Wang Biao's small shop.

After Wang Biao and his grandfather finished their meal, they washed the bowls and chopsticks twice, drained them, and walked to the front room with them. As soon as they entered the room, they saw Wang Hongkun lying on the kang in the front room talking to his parents. After putting the bowls, chopsticks and plates into the cupboard full of age, he got up and went into the room, "Is it done so quickly?"

"Well, it's done."

When Wang Biao heard it, he glanced at Wang Hongkun, his tone and demeanor were not right, it seemed that it hadn't been done.

"Uncle, why didn't you contract this road construction project before? It's convenient to work in front of your house and take care of it."

When Wang Hongkun heard this, he started from the kang, stared at his big eyes and said, "Is that job ordinary people can do? With Zhao Zhanhai and Zhao Zhanwen standing there, who else can do the work in our village?"

A few people were chatting, and an outsider appeared outside the window. After a while, Wang Guocang came unsteadily, and Wang Guocang entered the room to scan around, "Has anyone come yet?"

Li Guizhi smiled and said, "Eldest son, go to the front yard to see if Lao He and your third wife have cleaned up, and ask her if she can play mahjong, and then go say hello to your uncle, and I'll call your fifth aunt."

"Oh." Wang Biao responded, and went straight to He Cheng's house on the south side of the street. He had to be quick, otherwise he would be called by the old Jin's house next door to join the game.

Hey, the village is too small, and the competition between their small store and Lao Jin's small supermarket is fierce.

He Cheng is the third of the four sons of the old carpenter He. His family runs a processing factory, milling flour and corn flour for livestock. He works outside on weekdays, and the processing factory is handed over to his daughter-in-law, Liang Yanru.

Liang Yanru and her husband, Chief He Cheng, complement each other very well. Chief He Cheng is tall and slender, but she looks like Erniang Sun in the TV drama Outlaws of the Marsh.

He Cheng's house is a series of six brick houses, three in the east are processing factories, and three in the west are housing. After Wang Biao came to the three rooms in the west, he opened the back door and entered the house. He saw Liang Yanru smoking a cigarette. , tilting his head and bowing to wash the dishes beside the pot, "Does the third wife have time to play mahjong today?"

Liang Yanru straightened up, squinted her eyes, and said with a cocked mouth, "The eldest grandson is here, who is it?"

"My uncle, my uncle, Lao Zhao and my fifth aunt will also come later." Wang Biao resisted the disgust and displeasure in his heart, and said with a smile. It’s really annoying to call him that when he’s in his 30s, but he can’t say anything, after all, where is his family’s seniority? is the God of his house.

In front of life, who is not a grandson?

Wang Biao comforted himself in his heart.

"Ah, okay, you go back first, I'll go there after I finish packing!"

Wang Biao turned around and walked to his grandfather's house separated by two courtyards. Their young master Chun, that is, his young uncle came back from part-time work a few days ago. , His grandparents cook the meals, and his grandma washes the dirty clothes. Sometimes his old aunt Wang Hongjuan will also wash his clothes and clean up the house when he comes back.

It is also a big problem for their family. They got divorced in their 20s and are now grandpas. They have not yet found a wife to start a family, and they only focus on playing mahjong and 3D black color every day.

Holding a 3D pictorial and telling the fortune teller with the magic stick every day to criticize the horoscope Yes, the gods and gods are so stupid and ridiculous, it is obviously a matter of numerical probability, but it is like a guessing fortune-telling by him Yes, isn't this nonsense? ?

Grandpa and grandma are sitting on the kang table to eat. Grandpa’s appetizers are not bad, a small helmet and small fish sauce, a plate of fried tofu with chili, a small pot with water drops, juicy radish and water onion, better than his home But a lot of rich.

The half-drunk Wang Guoqiang put down the wine glass and chopsticks, and said to his grandson with a smile: "Did you eat it? If you didn't eat it, eat here. This little fish sauce is delicious this time."

Sitting on the west side of the square kang table, Daiying and Wang kang gathered together, "Sit here and eat, no one will use these chopsticks."

"I'm done eating, sir, you're over 70, why are you still drinking tank after tank, so you can't drink less." Seeing that there was still half a glass of liquor left in the glass, Wang Biao advised again worriedly.

Wang Guoqiang chuckled: "That's too much? This cup is less than three taels, it's okay."

Come on, it's still a familiar question and answer, or a familiar taste, he doesn't have the ability to make his grandfather stop drinking.

"Uncle, after eating, go and play mahjong."

Wang Hongchao gave an 'hmm', and his grandfather Wang Guoqiang, who was sitting on the north side of the kang table, asked, "Who is it?"

"My uncle Wang Guocang, Liang Yanru and Zhao Laowu, grandpa, grandma, I'm going back, sir, you can sleep and sober up, and then go for a walk." After Wang Biao finished speaking, he left grandpa's house and returned to the small shop. .

In less than 10 minutes, three mahjong players came to the small shop one after another. He and his mother Li Guizhi greeted them and got on the mahjong machine.

Seeing that the mahjong players were all ready, Wang Biao was ready to go back to the backyard and start writing novels in his notebook, but before he could reach the outhouse (the name of the kitchen in the Northeast countryside), he heard a sound that he was extremely unwilling to hear, but An irresistible voice sounded: "Guizhi, give me 100 yuan in change."

Wang Biao rolled his eyes helplessly, and looked at his mother Li Guizhi, "Mom, my third wife asked you to check the change of 100 yuan."

Li Guizhi also cryptically rolled his eyes at his son, saying everything without saying anything, they really don't understand, they obviously have money in their pockets, but they don't take it out to play, they have to borrow money from their family to play, what's wrong?Can you win by borrowing money from their family?

However, antipathy is antipathy, resistance is resistance, unwillingness is unwillingness, the money still has to be taken, and it has to be presented to people with a smile, otherwise it seems unenthusiasm or something, people see it, and it is easy to pick. , but I will never come to their house to buy things or play mahjong again.

I used to think that there was a family who would pick up the bill. Since then, I have never come to his house to buy things or play mahjong.

After Li Guizhi counted 100 yuan, he handed it to Wang Biao, then picked up a pen, opened the account book made of dozens of cigarette paper shells, wrote the day of the month, and the four people who played mahjong, and then listed the names of the four people. Then, I borrowed 100 yuan from the label behind Liang Yanru's name.

With 100 yuan in hand, Wang Biao just came to the mahjong table behind and was about to hand it over to Liang Yanru, when he heard Zhao Laowu say, "Wang Biao, give me 100 yuan in change too, but I don't have any change with me."

"Okay, Fifth Auntie." Wang Biao replied, but he muttered in his heart: I don't have any change, so give me the whole change, and I'll break it for you.

Just as he was muttering in his heart, the voices of his uncle and uncle sounded one after another: "Check the 100 yuan change for me too."

"Give me 100 yuan in change, too."

"Okay!" Wang Biao smiled numbly. He was used to this kind of situation. Ever since he opened the shop, these mahjong players borrowed money to play mahjong. In fact, he didn't object to borrowing money at all, which made him uncomfortable. There are some people who are too stinky and shameless, and they are straightforward and righteous when they borrow money, but when they collect the bill at the end of the year, they are as if they have severe dryness of the large intestine and constipation, and they seem to want to cut them off. Kidney Yes, it’s not that he didn’t admit his account and said: Why so much money?How could it be possible to borrow for so many years?That is to say: I really have no money at home this year. I am too nervous. I will give you money if you have money in the future. You are not short of money. Besides, do you think I am the one who is short of money?
His mother, Li Guizhi, couldn't say some serious things that made people lose face, so she could only discuss and beg, complaining, coaxing and asking for a few hundred dollars back.

In a small village with two shops, it is not easy to do business. No matter how offended people are, there are not many people who come to buy things, so she can only maintain it like a dumb eater.

After helping his mother count the money, Wang Biao went back to the backyard directly. He was really afraid that if he stayed a little longer, he would lose his breath for the inspiration for the novel that he thought of while herding the sheep in the morning.

As soon as he entered the inner room in the backyard, Grandma Wang Zhang asked, "How many people are playing in the front room today?"

"One table is [-] cents, and we can make up a table for [-] cents later." Wang Biao answered while taking out his Apple notebook.

"Biao, please tell your mother, don't borrow money from them anymore. How much money does our family have to borrow? I don't like to pay back after borrowing money. Your mother doesn't dare to speak up like others when she asks for a debt." The old man The wife frowned and said worriedly.

"Grandma, don't worry about it." After finishing speaking, Wang Biao turned on the computer, entered the power-on password, logged in to the account of the novel website, and clicked on the data to see, a sweet and cool spring could not help but flow out of his heart. Yesterday's The click-through rate was more than 200, and I clicked on the subscription data to look at it, and I was even more excited. There were actually 520 three book beans, which is more than 100 more book beans than the subscription data of the day before yesterday. According to this If the situation continues, it is definitely not a distant dream to have an average daily subscription of over [-] in two or three months.

There are more than 520 beans, and the manuscript fee that can be allocated to him is more than 25 yuan, which is enough to buy several catties of apples.

With excitement and longing for a better life, Wang Biao created a chapter, and then danced with his hands and fingers on the keyboard.

　I wish you all a happy new year and make a fortune in the Year of the Rat. Sorry, I haven’t updated these days. My home is in the countryside. I helped my mother clean up the new house, cleaned the yard, and prepared vegetables a year ago. There is no code word. !Finally, I wish you all a safe and prosperous Year of the Rat!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)