The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

  Chapter 87, why do you praise me like this?

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   When they were done, several people were exhausted and slumped on the ground panting like a dog.

  Yangyun prepared supper, including boiled fish, braised pork, and water-soaked pickled radishes.

The    dish is very simple, but the taste is good and the portion is sufficient.

   Zhang Xuan, who had eaten instant noodles for a day, was hungry and flustered at the moment. As soon as his buttocks sat down, he drank the sea, and he didn't know what politeness was at all.

   Eat a piece of braised pork and eat a piece of fish, delicious! Eat a piece of fish and drink a sip of fish soup, comfortable...

   Not only Sun Fucheng is the king of rice this time, but Zhang Xuan and Mrs. Hui have also become rice buckets.

  The wind swirled the clouds, watching everyone eat at least three bowls of rice, watching the dishes on the table disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, Yangyun and Qianqian on the side were dumbfounded.

   Heart said that it has been a long time since I opened foreign meat?

  Yangyun endured it for a long time before asking: "You RB devils have come to the village and haven't eaten for a day?"

   Hearing what he said, only Sun Fucheng raised his head and smiled.

   Zhang Xuan and Sister Hui didn't have time to talk to him.

   After being in a hurry for about 20 minutes, Zhang Xuan hiccupped and was full.

   I stretched my waist and felt my chubby belly with no end in sight. I sighed.

   Looking at Sun Fucheng, the old guy is still eating and still eating. He was thinking silently, he is also a human being, and he is not taller than himself, why can he eat like this?

   Picking his teeth with a toothpick, Zhang Xuan, who got up to sleep, took a few steps and said to Sun Fucheng, "Master, do me a favor tomorrow morning and help me load those 3,000 clothes into the car."

   "Okay, no problem." Sun Fucheng responded happily and filled another bowl of rice.

  Oh, this rice bucket!

   He was convinced and didn't want to watch it, so he left quickly.

   In the middle of the night, after eating and drinking enough, it is easy to get sleepy. Zhang Xuan fell asleep as soon as he got on the bed.

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   The next day, when the sky was about to dawn, Yang Yun woke him up.

   After sleeping for less than 3 hours, Zhang Xuan's head was still dizzy. He half looked up at the window where there was still moonlight, and asked confusedly:

   "Brother, what time is it? Why did you wake me up?"

  Yangyun glanced at his watch and explained, "It's eight past four, I got up.

   Now there is a big truck going to your town to collect honeysuckle, I will help you to ask, you can take this car to go home, don’t transfer to the county town in the middle, it will save trouble. "

   "Oh, my brother, you should have told me this good thing earlier, I'm not prepared at all."

   Zhang Xuan, who was sleepy at first, immediately regained his spirits when he heard this.

Yang Yun smiled bitterly and said to him, "I tried to get in touch with you yesterday, and after several calls, the driver was not at home, so I didn't mention it to you. They called me this morning, so I just called I woke you up temporarily."

   "Well, thank you bro."

   Zhang Xuan put on a pair of sandals and went straight to the bathroom, rinsing his mouth while looking out the window: "Did the car come over, where is it?"

  Yangyun came over to take a look: "Don't be in such a hurry, the car is on the road, it is estimated that it will take ten minutes to get downstairs."

   Then he instructed: "You don't need to pay the freight this time. The driver is a friend of mine. You can pack cigarettes when the time comes."

   Quickly brushed again, Zhang Xuan spit out the toothpaste foam, and rinsed with water again: "That's not good, 3,000 pieces of clothing take up a lot of space, and you have to pay some oil to be decent."

  Yangyun insisted: "No, if you say no, you don't need it. I usually take care of his business, so I'll give him some face."

  4 minutes later, the car came early.

   Zhang Xuan, who was picking up, quickly went downstairs.

   The couple who went downstairs together were Sun Fucheng and Mrs. Hui, who had just climbed up.

   Several people were in a hurry and moved 3,000 pieces of clothes to the car. Zhang Xuan handed a cigarette to the greasy driver, and also followed into the cab.

   "Brother, sister-in-law, old man, thank you, I'm leaving!" Zhang Xuan looked from the cab and smiled to thank several people.

   "Okay, walk slowly." The following people waved their hands.

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   The driver is not tall, with a big belly and fat, and his curly hair is shiny and shiny, giving the impression that he hasn't washed it for months.

  People love to smoke and talkative.

   No, the truck left the train station and got on the national highway, and the greasy driver started talking.

   took the initiative to ask: "You are Yangyun's cousin, right? The family is from Qianzhen? Are you planning to do a clothing business?"

  What you said in one breath was right. Zhang Xuan, who got into the car and stopped, was very sleepy and wanted to sleep, but he couldn't help showing others face.

   had to fight hard and said, "Yes, uncle, are you familiar with the former town?"

"Of course, I often go to Qianzhen. Have you heard of Du Kedong, the rich man in your town, I often pull goods for him. What kind of honeysuckle, pesticides, fertilizers, seeds, miscellaneous All pull."

  Barabara got through, and the greasy driver showed off, "I've been pulling goods for him for five or six years, and they're all buddies."

   I know the Duke Dong you mentioned. He is the father of my daughter-in-law. Zhang Xuan complained silently, and did not expect to get involved here.

   did not reveal it, Zhang Xuan cheered and said: "I have heard of Du Kedong, a famous person in the town, you are his buddy, you must have earned a lot in recent years, I am really envious."

   "It's okay, it's okay, it's just a few hard money." The greasy driver smiled modestly, but his face was full of sobs.

   The two chatted all the way, talking nonsense about anything.

   Finally, the greasy driver suddenly said, "I heard that there is a writer in your town who earns more than 100,000 yuan a year by writing articles, and now he is planning to build a villa. Have you heard of it?"

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   Niang Xipi's!

   How do you say this is like an old man?

   Zhang Xuan was instantly stunned, is my reputation so big? Has it all spread to Shao City?

   Zhang Xuan tentatively said with doubts: "I really heard about this, but I just don't know if it's true or not. You're not in Shao City, how did you know?"

   The greasy driver laughed and said, "I also listened to Du Kedong talking to my fellow villager. My fellow villager built a house. Du Kedong told him that he might build two villas, one of which belonged to this great writer."

Speaking of this, the greasy driver sighed and said: "It is said that this writer is quite young, and he just entered university this year. Look, this is the gap between people. People use knowledge to make money before they go to university, and it is also I don't know how his brain is made? Why is he so smart.

   That kid in my family is 5 years old, and he can't even convert two-thirds of a fraction to a decimal point. Hey, if I had a writer son like that, I would be willing to lose my life. "

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   Zhang Xuan tilted his head to look out the window, that old face was hot!

   I said in my heart, don't brag, don't brag anymore, I won't end well in the future.

   Hearing the greasy driver still clamoring for envy of young writers, the old man was a little proud, vain, and proud of his life.

   But more of melancholy.

   He spread the reputation of the writer at a young age. If he doesn't have any achievements in the writing road in the future, wouldn't he become a wounded Zhongyong?

   Then you shouldn't be laughed at to die?

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