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"I've prepared a bankbook for you. If you need money, tell your family. It's all reserved for you."

My parents warned and worried for a while.

Zhao Han smiled and said: "I know, parents, you should take care of yourself. I am so old, do you still need to talk about it? Ever since I was a child, have I ever suffered a loss? I'm so good!"

Farewell to parents.

Zhao Han carried a bag and walked from the town's dirt road to the cement road.

Waiting for the bus on the side of the road...

After waiting for more than half an hour, Zhao Han saw a passenger bus and stretched out his hand to say hello.

The bus stops.

"Are you coming to the county seat?" Zhao Han asked.

"Yes!" the driver replied simply.

The conductor's aunt stretched out her hand: "The ticket is 10 yuan per person."

Grass is a plant...

When I arrived, I bought a ticket at the station for 5 yuan and got home.

When I went back, I had to wait for half an hour on the road, and the price for sitting on the ground started at 10 yuan, right?

There is no way... There is no such bus line now, otherwise, wouldn't the bus be cheaper than this?

"Here." Zhao Han cursed in his mind, but in reality he gave the money without showing emotion.

After all, it is still fifteen miles away from the county seat.

If you really want to save money, you can walk to the county seat.

When Zhao Han's parents were young, they walked or rode bicycles to the county seat.

It is said that it is not too tiring, it is only more than ten miles.

But times have changed, and Zhao Han doesn't think walking more than ten miles is a pleasant experience.

After Zhao Han got in the car, he found an empty seat, closed his eyes and squinted for a while.

The cars stop and go along the way, and when they encounter someone on the road, they stop and let people get on.

Hearing that those who got on the bus behind him were treated equally and were charged ten yuan, Zhao Han felt that his unhappy mood disappeared.

Because compared to those who got on the bus later, he still made a profit.Those who get on the bus are less than ten miles away, and they still charge ten yuan.

This rip-off driver knows how to do business.

I know that there is no shortage of customers waiting for the bus during the Chinese New Year. If you don’t get on this bus, you don’t know how long you will have to wait before other buses will pass by.

It is precisely because he has understood the psychology of his customers that he has no fear and directly increases the price.

Fortunately, the bus's sustainable fishing method is not to catch a sheep to pluck out its wool, but to pluck some of each sheep, but not all the sheep are bald.

……

county seat.

We got off the train at Dongmen Station.

At the entrance of the station, some rickshaw drivers were already lined up, waiting for someone to take a taxi.

"Tashan Road near No. [-] Middle School is uphill, can you walk?" Zhao Han directly gave him two yuan to avoid raising the price.

The rickshaw driver nodded and said, "Let's go!"

Chinese New Year is a good time to rip off customers.

However, many of his peers are watching him with eager eyes. If he refuses, someone else will take away the business.

So, the coachman didn't think too much and made the decision first.

What's more, No. [-] Middle School is not far away and can go back and forth in a few minutes.Afterwards, you can go back to the station and continue waiting for passengers.

Zhao Han didn't talk nonsense and got in the car.

The driver began to pedal hard, and the human-powered tricycle shuttled flexibly on the street...

"Sir, you are visiting relatives in the country and have returned to the city?"

"I just came back from spending the New Year with my parents in the countryside."

"Why don't you spend more time with your parents to celebrate the fifteenth anniversary?"

"What you are saying is that during the Chinese New Year, you are not spending time with your family, but riding a rickshaw. Why, not a few taels of silver? To support your family?"

"Yes, it's quite hard! You are dressed like this, you must be doing a more respectable job, right?"

“How decent can a county be?”

"That's right. My eldest son stayed in Shanghai to work after he was admitted to college. He left on the third day of the first lunar month because of the Chinese New Year. It was said that the company was doing business with foreigners and foreigners were not allowed to attend the Spring Festival."

"Oh?" Zhao Han probably knew that the rickshaw master was a talker, and he had a bit of a reputation factor in bragging about his son's future.

However, it’s not clear where the breath will go.

After all, if the son of a rickshaw master is really going to be successful, why would he be riding a rickshaw on the fourth day of the first lunar month?

It seems that these days, most of the people carrying passengers on the streets are human-powered tricycles and some electric tricycles.

There are taxis, but they are still few.It can be seen from the traffic that the pace of small cities in this era is very slow.

Of course, as times change, in the future the streets of county towns will also be filled with cars, creating traffic jams during rush hours.It was late after get off work and there was no parking space in the community.

In the future, the biggest conflict between neighbors in a community may be parking disputes.

If you tell these normal life scenes in the future to people in 04, you might think you are listening to some foreign mythology?

……

The study room in Zhao Han’s home.

Liu Mengcheng stretched, stood up from the computer desk, and muttered: "Zhao Han, why aren't you back yet? During the Chinese New Year, the manuscripts are almost finished..."

When Zhao Han went home for the New Year, Liu Mengcheng was not idle at all, and was even more diligent than when Zhao Han was here.

I revise five or six chapters and update three chapters every day.

Previously, Zhao Han's coding progress was more than 70 chapters faster than Liu Mengcheng's rewriting progress.

During the Chinese New Year, Liu Mengcheng continued to revise the draft, so much so that he pushed forward the progress of another 35 chapters.

At present, Zhao Han only has more than 40 chapters left in his manuscript, which have not been revised by Liu Mengcheng.

Squeak...dong dong!

There was a sound of keys opening the door...

The lonely old Liu couldn't help but feel excited!

I ran to the living room and saw that it was Zhao Han who was back.

"I haven't seen you for a few days, and I miss you so much." Zhao Han said with a smile, "Have you ever thought about me?"

"Think... shit!" Liu Mengcheng couldn't help but hold back his vulgar words, "The main reason is that I'm afraid of you. It's been a long time since the New Year, and my writing is rusty, so I can't write a manuscript."

"How could it be?" Zhao Han put the things on the table, walked into the study, took out a USB flash drive, and said, "I also coded some during the Chinese New Year."

Save the ten or so chapters of the manuscript in the USB flash drive to the computer.

The serialized content uploaded to Pastry Chinese Online has reached chapter 158.

Previously, I had written the manuscript to Chapter 233, but now I have written it to Chapter 245.The manuscript reserve has been restored to chapter 87.

The progress of Liu Mengcheng's rewriting is to 195 chapters, which is 37 more chapters than the content serialized on the Chinese website of Pastry.

But originally, she was relatively proud and was almost keeping up with Zhao Han's progress.

Who knew that during the Chinese New Year, he would quietly code in his hometown?

"Is there a computer in your hometown that can code?" Liu Mengcheng couldn't help but be surprised.

"Is it weird? There is an Internet cafe in my town." Zhao Han said proudly, "I am at home during the Chinese New Year. Although I rest and spend time with my family, I occasionally take some time to write casually, which is more than ten chapters. Yes. Now, I even logged into QQ and interacted with my friends in the group!"

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Liu Mengcheng couldn't help but feel like a fool.

And she doesn't seem to log in to QQ very much. The main reason is that the computer configuration is low and there are too many softwares open, so it is easy to get stuck.

"I thought you would be using QQ." Zhao Han said, "How much are the subscriptions increasing every day now?"

"It has recovered slightly, with an increase of 9500 yesterday." Liu Mengcheng said regretfully, "Another day, less than [-] new additions."

"It's okay..." Zhao Han logged into the author's account and looked at the data. "It will be restored after the year."

Chapter 69 It's all here

January 2004 also passed by very quickly.Zhao Han had just returned to the city a few days ago, and January had already passed.

Zhao Han resumed a regular life of writing words five days a week in the morning and afternoon every day, and did not leave updating word count until the evening or on rest days.

Liu Mengcheng's speed of revising the manuscript is also gratifying as he matures. He can revise five or six chapters a day, which is easy.

Basically, the speed of revision has almost caught up with Zhao Han's current coding speed.

Zhang Lihua’s box lunch stall did not open until January 1, the eighth day of the Lunar New Year.

Can you believe it?The reason is actually that eight means hair.

Superstitious thoughts are very harmful!

Zhao Han and Liu Mengcheng had to eat instant noodles for several days.

Fortunately, Zhang Lihua’s lunch box stall has opened and everything is back to normal...

"Song... my eldest nephew, Song! I pretended that I didn't hear you. It's time for you to get off work now, right? You're already here. Come over for dinner. I'll treat you!"

In the evening of February, Zhao Han and Liu Mengcheng had dinner at Zhang Lihua's stall.

I happened to see Zhao Song after get off work and shouted along the street.

Zhao Song helplessly sat in the tent lined with food stalls and said, "Uncle! What you did makes me lose face. My colleagues will laugh when they see it."

"You are the deputy director, and your subordinates still dare to speak against their superiors?" Zhao Han smiled.

"Don't say that, we are all colleagues who serve the people." Zhao Song said consciously, "There is a division of labor, and there is no hierarchy."

"Tch..." Zhao Han sneered, as long as there are people and officials, there will be a distinction between high and low.

Even if it is constantly emphasized that no one is noble or humble, the power of the position always varies, right?

"Uncle, don't be cynical and think I'm just talking empty words. In fact, most of the time, in the officialdom, at least on the surface, everyone has to act according to this set of rules. There is a bottom line." Zhao Song smiled, " You can see in many movies and TV dramas that foreign gang forces and various chaotic public security are part of people's lives. But they are basically not found in China. The reason is that evil does not become a climate. Once it becomes a climate, it will be quickly eradicated. Evil people are afraid of being famous, so they go in after becoming famous. This kind of soil that does not allow evil to survive is the bottom line! You see some other bottom lines trampled on, but will it last long? Can they see the light? They will become gray when they see the light. ! These are the power of the bottom line!"

Zhao Han smiled and said: "I'm not the kind of public intellectual who spends all day looking at the country that doesn't please me. I'm very optimistic about the country's future, and my life is relatively comfortable. I'm not messing with you. It’s useless to talk about this, I’m not an official.”

"Uncle, if you want to be an official, it's really exciting! Now you can take the civil service exam, I think..." Zhao Song couldn't help but introduce the benefits of the iron rice bowl.

Zhao Han smiled and said: "I want to get rich, so I won't become an official. Officials and wealth can't come together. If they come together, it will be a coffin! Song, I don't have this problem, but you should always remember that. Bottom line and principle."

"Uncle, I'm not that kind of dog!" Zhao Song was very unhappy.

Of course Zhao Han knew that he was not that kind of dog, but later he had a conflict with his parachuted boss. Not only was he not promoted, but he was also sent to the township to be the director.The level has not been reduced, but the treatment in all aspects has actually been reduced in disguise.

After that, it was all about fishing in the countryside, practicing Tai Chi and counting the days until retirement.

Zhao Han was more familiar with Zhao Song in his previous life because he was bored and learned fishing from him.

"Do you know the leaders of Telecom or China Unicom?" Zhao Han asked, "It doesn't have to be too high, just the county Telecom or China Unicom. Those who keep their word."

"Uncle...why are you looking for the leaders of China Telecom and China Unicom?" Zhao Song couldn't help but wonder.

"Develop high-tech industries. Now the whole world is engaged in the Internet. Domestic first-tier cities such as Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen also have a large number of Internet companies. They are doing well. I want to do it too!" Zhao Han said with a smile.

"This... is high-tech? I don't understand, uncle, do you understand?" Zhao Song was very surprised.

"Of course, now I am writing online novels with my partner, teacher Liu Mengcheng." Zhao Han said, "I know a little about the Internet, and when I returned to the countryside, I met Chen Jingjing!

you know?Oh, OK!

Chen Jingjing is a computer science major at Tsinghua University. She graduated this year. I have invited her to join me and write code and develop websites for me.

I have no shortage of programmers. I estimate that within a few months, when she graduates, she will have almost developed the website development code.

When the time comes, for the website to be launched, it will need a fixed IP address and computer room, stable power supply and network stability... This is called an IDC computer room.