My village can't be like this

Chapter 458 Mobile Phone

When he got up the next day, Zhang An spent some time finishing the last bit of finishing work on the walker and was ready to send it to Ding Yi.

Originally Zhang An was not in a hurry, but Ding Yi called him every day these days to ask if he was doing well.

It can be seen that this person's current situation is a dire one, which is both happiness and torture.

The walker and baby crib are just finished, Zhang An has no intention of painting them.

First of all, he didn't have any big paint in his hand, and all the paint he cut last time was taken away by Zhang and his party.

Moreover, Zhang An has not yet learned how to prepare lacquer, which is said to be very time-consuming.

If it's paint, it's better not to put it on, it's not a good thing for children.

So Zhang An simply didn't put any paint on it and just left the board bare, which seemed to be okay.

"Mom, I'll go to the city and deliver this thing to Ding Yi. I won't be back for lunch at noon."

It was neither too early nor too late at the moment. It was probably not even noon when we arrived in the city, but if we rushed back without stopping, we would certainly not be able to catch up with the meal at home.

So Zhang An didn't plan to come back so soon. He wanted to inform his mother so that they wouldn't have to wait for him to come back for dinner at noon.

"Zhou Yang, where are you two going? Are you not going to open a store today?"

At the entrance of the village, Zhang An met Zhou Yang and Chen Wenwen, who were carrying some things as if they were going to visit relatives.

"It's not Wenwen. Her second uncle went to chop wood and fell down the mountain. Let's go over and have a look. Anyway, there's not much business today on Sunday, so we might as well not open the door."

It's not summer vacation yet, so it's off-season for those of them who open restaurants in the village.

But usually there are school students there from Monday to Friday, so business can still be done at noon every day.

In contrast, business is relatively bleak during the two days on weekends, with only a few tourists and some fishing people.

In fact, you can mix it up. After all, no matter how bad it is, there are still more than a dozen people every day. No matter how small the mosquitoes are, they are still meat. It is better than going out to do it.

But since he is Chen Wenwen's second uncle, he must make time to go there no matter what.

So Zhou Yang simply chose Sunday, when there were the fewest guests, closed the door, and took Chen Wenwen to visit her second uncle.

"I happen to be going to the city. Come up here and I'll take you to the intersection."

Although Chen Wenwen's mother's house is not far away, it would take at least half an hour to walk there.

Mentioning Chen Wenwen's second uncle, Zhang An thought of that cheerful and bearded man.

The last time he went to help Zhou Yang with his horoscopes, he didn't know Zhang An's background.

So he kept splicing with Zhang An, and finally realized something was wrong. He was almost drunk and in a daze, but Zhang An still acted like a normal person.

But this person is quite interesting. After knowing Zhang An's drinking capacity, he immediately surrendered like a bachelor and gave up.

Zhou Yang was not polite to Zhang An, opened the back door, and got into the car directly with Chen Wenwen.

Not long after, they arrived at the intersection of Maomaoqing. Zhou Yang didn't let Zhang An turn around and send them in, and got off the car directly on the side of the road.

After all, there is only one road for carriages in this village, and there is no place for Zhang An's car to turn around unless it goes all the way to the grain drying field in the middle of the village.

Zhang An didn't plan to go in. Anyway, it only took a few minutes to walk into the village, so after letting the couple down, he continued towards the city alone.

Arriving downstairs from Ding's family, Zhang An unexpectedly saw Fatty Lu, who hadn't been here for a long time.

"Hey, fat man, when did you come over? Why didn't you tell me in advance?"

This guy hasn't been here for several months since he left last time. Zhang An thought this guy couldn't sell his fish.

"I just got here. I met you just as I was going upstairs. I was thinking of coming over to have a look and go to your place in the afternoon."

Lu Jun and Ding Yi have always had a good relationship, otherwise Ding Yi would not have introduced him to Zhang An in the first place.

"That's just right. Come and help me move something. It's not convenient for me to carry it alone."

The Ding family is on the third floor, not a very high-rise building, but they still have to climb a few stairs.

Although walkers and cribs don’t weigh much, their structures are relatively wide, so it’s a bit unrealistic for one person to carry them upstairs.

Zhang An originally planned to move one up first and then come down to get the other one.

But after seeing Fatty Lu, he didn't want to come down a second time, so he requisitioned this guy on the spot. Anyway, the free labor was not used in vain.

Because the shaker was equipped with a motor, it still had some weight, so Zhang An left the walker to Fatty Lu to carry.

"Hey, isn't this stuff made of plastic? Where did you get it? It's actually made of solid wood. The workmanship looks pretty good."

There are many children's walkers sold on the street these days, and they are all made in factories, so they are all made of plastic.

This kind of solid wood is rare. Fatty Lu is very curious about where Zhang An got it.

"I made this myself. The plastic thing is not solid, so I just did it myself. Come on, move this."

Zhang An put the walker upside down on Fatty Lu's back and asked him to carry it first.

"I didn't expect you to have such a skill. When I have a child in the future, I'll ask you to make one too."

The two of them carried their things upstairs one after the other. When they reached the door, they heard a loud cry coming from inside.

It seems that this little guy is causing trouble again. No wonder Ding Yi has been saying on the phone these days that he is almost unable to survive.

After knocking on the door, it was Ding Yi's mother who opened the door. They called aunt before carrying their things into the house.

At this moment, Ding Yizheng was holding the little guy and spinning around in the room. Not to mention, he had a decent posture for holding the baby. He must have practiced it in the past few days.

"Zhang An, stop looking at me and come over quickly to help me comfort you. I'm really at my wits' end. I've already fed you. I'm still drowsy and restless even when I'm holding him."

When Ding saw Zhang An's appearance, he felt like he was seeing a savior, with the word "help" written all over his face.

"It's okay to be a bit promising. It's just a baby. Are you like this?"

Seeing Ding Yi coming toward him with the baby in his arms, Zhang An quickly put down the crib in his hand and took the little guy from his hand.

A few days ago, this guy told them with a happy face that he had a son.

As a result, after only a few days, I got tired of it.

"You don't know how I have been living these days. I also want to create a scene of a loving father and a filial son, but this little ancestor doesn't give me face. He is very obedient when he is good, but he is not lenient at all when he makes trouble. .”

This was because someone at home was helping to take care of it. If it was just him and Li Li, he couldn't believe what it would be like.

And the little guy who was crying just now was in Zhang An's hands. Just like he was in the hospital that day, he stopped crying and became very well-behaved. His two little eyes turned around and stared at Zhang An curiously. look in.

"Okay, is this my son or your son? He keeps making trouble in my hands, but he is a good baby in your hands. Isn't it because I owed him in my previous life?" , Ding Dingyi felt as if something had been knocked over at this moment.

"Isn't this child quite good? It's not as exaggerated as you said. Zhang An, give me a hug."

Fatty Lu looked at the little guy in Zhang An's hands. He was as obedient as he wanted. It was obviously different from what Ding Yi said. He couldn't help but reached out to take the little guy from Zhang An's arms.

"Fat man, don't..."

As soon as Ding saw Fatty Lu extending his hand, he quickly spoke to stop him.

But it was too late by this time, he had already taken the child from Zhang An.

The little guy seemed to feel that he had changed places. As soon as he got into Fatty Lu's hands, he said a loud "wow".

Fatty Lu didn't have any children himself. He had never seen such a scene before, and he suddenly became confused.

"You see, my little ancestor doesn't recognize anyone, he only recognizes Zhang An. Return it to Zhang An quickly, you can't handle him."

After hearing Ding Yi's reminder, Fatty Lu quickly handed the little guy to Zhang An like a hot potato.

"Why don't you ask Zhang An how much he costs per month and just hire him back to take care of the baby."

Fatty Lu had never seen such a miraculous thing. Whose crying child suddenly calmed down when someone else changed him?

"Yes, Zhang An, why don't you think about it? After all, this is also your half son. It will definitely not be a loss for you to take care of him."

Don't tell me, Ding Yi had this idea a few days ago.

Zhang An didn't speak, but glanced at the two of them.

"Is this the shaker you made these days? It feels a bit too big."

After the child was in Zhang An's hands, Ding felt more relaxed. Only then did he notice what the two men had brought up.

"These are all made of solid wood and must be larger than those made of plastic. This walker will not be used for the time being. You can find a place to put it. As for this shaker, if you have enough space in your bedroom, you can Put it next to your bed so it’s more convenient at night.”

Then Zhang An asked Ding to plug in the shaker and then told him how to use it.

This thing is actually very simple, even Mr. Ding learned it after watching it twice.

However, for safety reasons, Zhang An's still told them to have someone watch them when using it.

At this time, the old lady of the Ding family found a small blanket and folded it and spread it on the cradle, making it a thick cushion.

Zhang An put the little one in his hand on it, pressed the switch, and the little one began to rock from side to side on the shaker.

After finally shaking, Zhang An slowly hid behind the crowd. The little guy didn't even start crying, but looked like he was enjoying himself.

Half an hour later, under everyone's gaze, the little guy closed his eyes while swaying and fell asleep.

"Look, he doesn't cry anymore. It seems that he really likes this thing Zhang An made."

Ding Yi cried with joy, now he could finally have peace at night.

Until the afternoon, the little guy didn't wake up. It seemed that he had been making trouble for too long at night, so he needed sleep to replenish his energy.

"Okay, Old Ding, I've been out for a long time, it's time to go back."

After Zhang An stayed with Ding's family for half a day, he was ready to leave. The purpose of this delivery trip had been achieved and it was time to go home.

"Zhang An, wait for me, I'll go with you."

When Fatty Lu saw Zhang An was leaving, he got up and left with him. He came here not only to see Ding Yi's child, but also to buy some goods from Zhang An's place.

"I said you two made an appointment, come together when you come, and leave together when you leave."

Lu Jun came all the way over, and Ding Yi wanted to stay as a guest.

"Okay, Old Ding, you can take your time and work on your own. I have to rush to restock this time. I'll wait until the full moon for the rest."

But Fatty Lu insisted on leaving, so he had no other choice but to send the two of them downstairs.

"Fat man, where's your car?"

"I didn't drive here. I'll take your car back later, but I'll call Zhao Dong and the others first and ask them to drive the fish cart directly to your house."

Fatty Lu did not drive here this time, but drove a fish cart with his men.

As he said that, Lu took something out of his pocket. Zhang An took a look and said, good guy, isn't this a mobile phone?

Then Fatty Lu made a call and explained a few words before hanging up with satisfaction.

"Okay, Old Ding, I actually use a mobile phone. When did you buy it?"

Zhang An knows that mobile phones are now available, but he feels that it may be later in China.

"When I went to the capital some time ago, I bought it when I saw it. This thing is light, compact, and much more convenient than Big Brother's thing."

With that said, he took out two boxes from his bag and handed them to Zhang An. Looking at the patterns on the boxes, they seemed to be the same as the ones he used just now.

"By the way, we probably can't buy them here, so I bought two for you. The card is also ready. You can take it and use it directly."

Zhang An did not refuse Fatty Lu's kindness. He had indeed always wanted to buy a mobile phone, but he was nowhere to be found in this small county.

I didn't rush to start the car. I took the mobile phone given by Fatty Lu and took a look. It was a Nokia 6610, a very familiar model.

Because the first mobile phone Zhang An used in later generations was this one, but when he had a mobile phone in later generations, it was already a few years later.

This one is a classic for cracking walnuts because it comes with game functions.

Zhang An used its small blue screen to play Snake for several years.

Snake knows, in an era when entertainment is scarce, this thing is no less than Tetris. You will become addicted after playing it.

"Hey, this is nothing. In a few years, you will find that mobile phones are more powerful than today's computers."

This mobile phone is currently the most advanced product on the market, but if you wait a few years, you can go to the business office to recharge your phone bill and get it.

At that time, mobile phones with color screens were very expensive, but for those with blue screens and yellow screens, you could get one for free by paying your phone bill.

Compared with future smartphones, this is nothing. After all, today’s computers may not be as good as later generations’ smartphones costing several hundred dollars.

"No way, such a small mobile phone can be more powerful than such a big computer?"

Fatty Lu didn't have this concept in his mind, so he didn't believe what Zhang An said at all.

Zhang An smiled and shook his head and did not continue to explain. Time will tell everything anyway.

(End of this chapter)