The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 11, The Town

She thought that she was not afraid of Ruan Xiuqin, but when she met Zhang Ru, who was staring at him, she thought that Zhang Ru had four sons. Finally, she looked at Ouyang Yong and his son, who had come to the front and were ready to start, and had a small **** in hand at any time. Zhang Ping, who was about to come with a hoe, lost her temper on the spot, and didn't dare to say another word, for fear of continuing to be beaten.

   Zhang Ru, someone with sharp eyes, saw in minutes that the other party was a coward who bullied the soft and feared the hard, and immediately pointed his finger at the door:

"roll!"

   The old witch showed unwillingness on her face, but when she saw Zhang Ru raised her hand to fight again, she turned around and ran away. She didn't dare to say a word amid the many voices of laughter, so she fled back home in embarrassment.

  Someone who has good deeds even learned the lines from the Water Margin and shouted: "I'm afraid of eggs, my head fell off a big scar, and after 18 years, I'm still a good man, come back and continue to scold..., hahaha..."

"Hahaha…"

   The back is like this, followed by a series of laughter.

   In the afternoon, Zhang Xuan, who had paid homage to his aunt, went to the post office to send his newly written manuscript.

   This time, I didn't go on foot. Ouyang Yong, who was overjoyed today, was very discerning, and he sent his motorcycle to the end.

When    arrived at the post office, Ouyang Yong asked, "How long are you going to stay in the town, and when will you go back? I'll pick you up then."

   Zhang Xuan said uncertainly, "Leave me alone, you can go about your business, making money matters."

   It’s really hard to earn money these days. Motorcycles have not stopped from morning to night, even late at night.

  Most of the motorbikes are returnees who have returned from working outside. They have money in their hands, they love face, and they want to save time and trouble. Ten yuan and ten yuan seem to be like pieces of paper in their hands.

  Especially those factory girls, who love this tune with a whimper, for fear that the mud on the road will stain their shoes and pants.

For this reason, the old and unruly people in the village love yin and yang. human-like.

   Seeing Zhang Xuan urging him to leave again, Ouyang Yong didn't refuse, he stretched out his hand and stuffed a hundred into Zhang Xuan's arms, then drove away like the wind on his motorcycle.

  Today is the last day that the post office is open, and it will be closed for Chinese New Year soon, so there are a lot of people.

   To buy registered mail, you have to queue up, and you have to grab the glue that sticks to the opening of the envelope.

   The most unfortunate thing is that Zhang Xuan managed to squeeze the envelope in, only to find that the glue was gone.

   is so irritated.

  Some people scolded immediately when they saw that the glue was gone;

   Zhang Xuan wanted to follow the example, but when he thought that other people's envelopes contained only letter paper, but his own envelope contained "money", it was easy to fool the ghost.

  Cautiously, he crossed the road and found a restaurant, begging for some leftovers, crushed the envelopes and pasted up.

   Send the registered letter, Zhang Xuan happened to meet Lin postman returning from outside when he was going out, and immediately asked: "Is there any letter from me?"

  Lin the postman replied: "Too many letters today, I haven't read it carefully from your village, you wait here, I'll go in and check."

   Zhang Xuan said: "Okay, thank you."

  Lin the postman replied with a smile: "No, serve the people."

   Less than ten minutes later, postman Lin came out and handed him a parcel and three remittance slips. He whispered, "I'm jealous of how fast you make money."

   Zhang Xuan joked: "I still envy you, your wife and children are on the stovetop, debt-free and light, and they eat public meals."

  Lin Postman was said to be a little complacent, "That's right, it seems that I am quite happy."

  No accident, the mail package contained a sample book of Zhiyin magazine and a piece of letter paper, and my own manuscript was accepted.

  The editor of Zhiyin Magazine praised his article for being very innovative and won unanimous praise from everyone. Even readers called the magazine to ask for more articles like this…

   There were a lot of **** praise, but he didn't mention the increase in the manuscript fee. Zhang Xuan crumpled the letter paper after reading it, wasting his mood.

   When he saw the three remittance slips, his mood improved.

   A 750 yuan, a 42 yuan, and a 35 yuan.

   adds up a lot, a total of 827 yuan.

   If I wrote it a few more times, I would almost catch up with the prize money for marrying a girl in the countryside.

   Looking back at the packed postal hall with uncles, grandparents, aunts, and aunts, Zhang Xuan wisely gave up the idea of ​​cashing out the money, and when he put his hands together, he hurried away.

   There are still two days before the Chinese New Year. Thinking that the eldest sister will get engaged after the new year, Zhang Xuan spent the first time to buy a couplets for the Chinese New Year.

   Then he went to the grocery store to buy Ruan Xiuqin needles and Dingxing cloth uppers for soles.

   Ruan Xiuqin said that the mice in the house had become sperm, and instructed him to buy a few rods of rat poison reagents and go back to mix them with rice poison for the mice. But he thought that the reagent is poisonous and fragile, so he decided to eat a bowl of wontons first.

  As a human being again, I haven’t eaten the wontons in the town. The taste of my childhood has been craving for a long time.

   When eating wontons, Zhang Xuan is particular about it. He doesn't eat any of the other stores, but only eats the "Qian Yuejin" wonton shop next to Shimen Station.

   Not only did the proprietress make her childhood memories unforgettable, but the key is that her family's wontons taste unique and unique.

   Let’s put it this way, there are also four or five wonton shops in the town, but the business is not as good as this one, so we can only pick up some leftovers to eat.

   Walking into the wonton shop, as always, there were many people, but luckily, just as someone was about to leave, Zhang Xuan immediately sat down.

   There are three kinds of wontons, large, medium and small, and the prices are also different.

   Zhang Xuan shouted, "Madam boss, a big bowl of wontons, spicy."

The owner's maiden name is Qian. She is very charming and plump. She was nicknamed a flower in the town by the old customers in the store. When she was a child, everyone envied her husband, and wished she could lend her little hands to her husband. "Okay, wait a minute."

   Waiting is the most annoying. When I was young, I couldn't always keep my eyes on the proprietress. When I was bored, I accidentally found that the mother and son at the same table could eat well.

   That's not right, it should be saying that this boy is quite able to eat, and watching others eat 18 wontons in one go, hey, hey, hey, Zhang Xuan is convinced.

   Sure enough, the boy looked straight at his mother after eating, and wanted to eat. His mother was very weak and persuaded in a low voice:

   "Don't eat it, you've already eaten three big bowls. Your dad's salary for a day is almost half eaten by you, so we can't afford to eat it like this, it's full of cubs."

The boy was very aggrieved. Seeing that his mother really stopped ordering it for him, he simply stretched out his hand and drank the soup in one breath, and then drank her mother's bowl of soup, and finally licked it with a sigh of relief. Lick your mouth and leave.

   My stomach is not very bulging, how can I eat it like this? Zhang Xuan watched the boy leave, and his mind was full of question marks.

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   (end of this chapter)