The reborn me has no pattern

Chapter 182

In Jianggao Linjiang Town, there is no Qidu Ferry at this time, and it is necessary to detour to Chongzhou or Piling to go to Shacheng, but the villagers will naturally have their own moves.

"Pretend to be the boss!"

"Old Cai, I haven't been here for a long time."

Boss Mao is not tall, but his skin is dark. He is a typical person who lives on the water. Even in late autumn and early winter, he would wear a sun hat.

He spoke Jianggao dialect, but the other party could also understand him. They spoke the local dialect of their respective villages, but it didn't affect the communication.

Not long after, a concrete sand ship arrived at the pier, and there was a minibus inside, and a circle of people stood on the side of the ship.

Zhang Zhiqin hurriedly jumped ashore, looked at the yellow sand in the storage yard on the shore, touched a Huazi and handed it over: "The boss, the business is fine."

"Eat as much as you want, eat as much as you want..."

This is the wharf of the Huangsha dump, and it is also a route that villagers along the river on both sides of the river have been familiar with for hundreds of years.

In the past, there were the most fishing boats and grain boats. In the past ten years, sand boats have been the most numerous. Whether they are illegal or legal, they will dock here.

Occasionally, when there is an operation to strictly investigate illegal sand mining, a few boats or a dozen boats will be seized here. No one will feel sad, and they are all ready to be thrown out at any time.

During the hard times in the two places, about 6000 million yuan can be made every year by sand mining, and [-]% of them are from the top.

Not all sand miners are bold and vicious. The number of roads depends on the location. If you are in the Dabie Mountains in Huaixi, killing people is like eating and drinking water.

But here, it's much more gentle, and it has to be gentle, because every dime you get, ninety-nine cents are not your own.

Everyone is someone else's dog.

Boss Mao's hometown is in the village of "Eight Mu Land", which belongs to the fringe area from Linjiang Town to Jianggao City. It is a big vegetable grower, but the "vegetable tyrant" is rampant and almost monopolizes the agricultural and sideline products sent to Songjiang, Chongzhou, and Piling. food transportation.

Of course, "Caiba" is also a generation after generation of gods. This generation of "Caiba" relies on having many brothers and sons. After five or six years, although there are people under the boss, they dare not stand up.

Until this group of "cai tyrants" surnamed Shen beat up the salesperson of "Shacheng Food", and then a friend on the other side of the river contacted me in the past month, pretending that the boss felt that there might be something wrong.

The wind in the rivers and lakes is just such a slight movement of the grass.

Although Cai Cunzhong used to work as an accountant at a grain and oil station, because he often went to the countryside, he knew some of the well-known villagers in the two places, and the boss pretended to be the team leader of the unloading team of grain ships in the "eight acres of land".

"Where's Lao Xia?"

"almost there."

Smoking a cigarette, as soon as he finished speaking, a walking tractor entered the yard, making a lot of chug-chug noises, and there were seven or eight men in the truck, all of them middle-aged, none of the young ones.

"Accountant Cai."

"Brother Cai."

Xia Xianli, who drove the walking tractor, also served as a soldier. Later, he was also a militiaman in the village of "Xiajiawei". In his early years, he also transported grain across Shacheng to Gusu.

Basically, the middle-aged people standing on the pier now dealt with the grain station in the early years.

"It would be nice to have a formal car ferry like Chongzhou in the future, and it would be great to build a bridge."

After starting the business of pretending to be the boss, I feel the importance of time more and more.

On the pier, the youngest members were Zhang Zhiqin and the others, pretending to be the boss but not daring to underestimate them. Just like Xia Xianli, they were all polite to Zhang Zhiqin.

"Boss, Lao Xia, this month's hard work is over, and the winter solstice is coming soon."

Flicking the pocket, Zhang Zhiqin had a cigarette in his mouth, but he didn't light it. Instead, he opened the zipper of the pocket with squinted eyes, and took out a wad of money from it.

"Brother Cai, have you brought the list form?"

"I'll do the roll call, and anyone who calls will sign and press their fingerprints."

Cai Cunzhong took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket, and shouted directly: "Ding Hu!"

"I'm coming."

A middle-aged man in a jacket walked over with a cigarette in his mouth, took 350 yuan from Zhang Zhiqin, and then smiled and signed his fingerprints on the back of the form.

"Ding Dalong."

"coming!"

The people who came by walking tractor took the money one after another.

They are all temporary workers hired by "Shacheng Food" for a period of time. They are to lead the way, go around, and know where there are greenhouses, where there are markets, and where there are intersections.

Xia Xianli knows the inside story, but he is one of his own, and he has long been unhappy with the "caiba", and it's not just him, everyone who has been beaten has the same thoughts.

"Old Cai, there are people above the surname Shen..."

"I'll be on a business trip soon."

Cai Cunzhong didn't say much, but five words are enough.

Not long after, Cai Cunzhong's cell phone rang, and after he connected the phone, Zhang Haonan's voice came from the opposite side: "Uncle, are you here?"

"Checking out."

"You can ask the fake boss if he wants to change careers. Sooner or later, the sand mining will go in."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Cai Cunzhong said with a smile: "It's Mr. Zhang from 'Shacheng Food'. He entrusted me to express his thanks to everyone on his behalf. Thank you for the recent market research work on 'Shacheng Food' in this region... ..."

After talking casually, Cai Cunzhong gave another cigarette to the fake boss: "Do you want to change your career?"

"I've been doing this for a few years."

Pretend to be embarrassed by the boss.

For a new line, he doesn't even know what to do, maybe he can be a contractor.

It is true that sand mining boats are huge profits, but it has nothing to do with him. He does not own a boat of his own, and he is only envious of the tens of thousands of dollars a boat makes a year, but he is not envious.

It is not a polite way to say "to eat with food".

"I didn't ask this question, it was my nephew."

"..."

Taking the boss's look of astonishment, he began to think seriously.

"Think about it, anyway, the Chinese New Year is coming soon, there is plenty of time."

"Can farming make money?"

This is a question, but also to ask yourself.

He is a few decades old, and he has never seen a farmer make a fortune.

"I said to think about it, and I might change my mind after tomorrow."

While speaking, the minibus rushed up the steel plate on the bow of the ship like a crooked slope, and then the engine roared with a "woo", and rushed ashore.

The driver got out of the car after parking the car and cursed: "I keep saying that I want to repair the ferry, but it hasn't been repaired until the year of the monkey, poking my mother..."

Afterwards, the people on the boat came ashore one after another, looking left and right like the boss, but they didn't look like they came here to farm.

After a group of people urinated, Zhang Zhiqin got into the car and called Zhang Haonan: "People are here."

"Reporter Chen has already invited people to dinner, so you can just send some 'souvenirs' and have a drink or two along the way."

"it is good."

Zhang Haonan, who was wrapping wontons at Shao Weidong's house, just hung up the phone, washed his hands again, and returned to the table to wrap wontons with Shao Weidong.

"So busy right now."

"Just kidding, I'm the big boss now."

"..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhang Haonan smiled very relaxedly, picked up the chopsticks in the sink, poked a little filling, and spread it on the wonton wrapper.

Skillful and fast, much faster than Shao Weidong.

On the side, Han Yun even smiled and said, "Hao Nan is doing a lot of housework."

"Feiyan is too lazy to die. When I fry an egg, one side is black and the other side is white. If I, a countryman, don't work hard, why don't I ask her eldest lady to cook it for me? I will starve to death sooner or later."

"Born in March?"

"It's March, I don't know what date it is in March."

"I have been teaching for so many years, and you have stimulated me more than all the students in the past."

Shao Weidong is still bitter about Zhang Haonan not taking the college entrance examination, but it doesn't matter now, after all, Zhang Haonan has already become a talent ahead of time, right?

"Name, name, did you choose it? You, who is going to be a grandfather, are you really a Chinese teacher? You can't be a physical education teacher, right?"

"What's the reminder, I don't want to look up the dictionary in the book?!"

For the sake of the two children in Zhao Feiyan's womb, Shao Weidong now reads "The Book of Songs" and "Chu Songs" whenever he has time, which is really uncomfortable.

"If I can't think about it again, I will name it with one, two, three, and four."

"How can it be named one, two, three, four?!"

"The big Zhang Ranyi, the young Zhang Raner, isn't it good?"

"..."

The generation of characters may not be listed in the household registration book, and the name Zhang Ran'er is just copied when worshiping the ancestors. The household registration book may be called Zhang Er... When thinking of "Zhang Er", Shao Weidong's face shuddered, and he was unwilling to do anything. Such things happen.

While he was busy, footsteps came from outside the door, and Zhao Feiyan gasped as he climbed the stairs.

Not long after, Zhao Feiyan, who was propped up on her back, came in yelling, saw the sofa and sat down, and then shouted with her big belly: "Mr. Shao, Mr. Han, I'm exhausted."

"You child, what are you in a hurry for, drink some water quickly."

Han Yun washed his hands in a hurry, and then started to drink a cup of cool white that had been warm for a long time.

"Hurry up and drink some water slowly."

"Thank you, Teacher Han."

Zhao Feiyan, who was panting, suddenly smiled pinkly, and Han Yun praised repeatedly: "My Feiyan is so beautiful."

"hey-hey……"

After taking good care of Zhao Feiyan, Han Yun invited the other two to sit down: "Sit down quickly."

She didn't expect Zhao Feiyan to bring both Zhao Dai and Fan Susu here, but they have been here a few times, so they are familiar with each other.

Seeing Zhao Dai, Shao Weidong shuddered and asked, "The fat one?"

"What's fat? This is plump. Are you a Chinese teacher?"

"I'm not a Chinese teacher, right?!"

Shao Weidong glared at Zhang Haonan, "Are you just staying at home like this?"

"It doesn't matter, anyway, there is no one in my house, so it will be more lively."

"Mother...cough, treat me like a fart."

The swear words were put back on his lips, and Shao Weidong, who was still making wontons, was taken aback suddenly: "Where's Fan Susu?"

"A person who can't speak a few words for half a year, do you think it will be?"

Zhang Haonan was also speechless, "I have another one in Gu'er."

"..."

Shao Weidong's hands that wrapped the wontons were shaking. He felt that he had failed as Zhang Haonan's class teacher.

Teacher, preaching, accepting karma and solving doubts...

He passed on a bird.

(End of this chapter)