Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

She thought she was not afraid of Ruan Xiuqin, a poor family, but when she met Zhang Ru with a stern look, she thought that Zhang Ru had four sons. Finally, she looked at Ouyang Yong and his son who were approaching, ready to take action, and who had a small hoe in his hand at any time. When Zhang Ping was about to hit him with a hoe, the old witch lost her temper on the spot and did not dare to say another word for fear of being beaten again.

Zhang Ru, who has a sharp eye, saw through the other party in a minute that he was a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong, and immediately pointed his finger at the door:

"roll!"

The old witch looked unwilling, but when she saw Zhang Ru raising her hand to hit her again, she turned around and ran away. She didn't dare to say a harsh word amidst the laughter, and fled home in embarrassment.

Some good people even imitated the lines in Water Margin and yelled: "I'm afraid of eggs. I lost a bowl-sized scar on my head. I'm still a good man after eighteen years. I'll continue to scold me when I come back..., hahaha..."

"Hahaha…"

This was followed by a series of laughter.

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

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

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

Zhang Xuan said uncertainly, "Don't worry about me. You go about your business. Making money is the most important thing."

It’s really easy to make money these days. The motorcycle never stops from morning to night, or even late at night or early in the morning.

Most of the people riding motorcycles are returnees who have returned from working outside. They have money in their hands, care about face, and want convenience and trouble. A ten-dollar bill seems like a piece of paper in their hands.

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

For this reason, those old and crooked people in the village love to be eccentric: Look at how squeamish these sisters are, oh mom, the mud has stained my shoes..., oh mom, what a fart, oh mom, you look like a city girl. Human-like.

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

Today is the last day the post office is open. It will be closed for the Chinese New Year soon, so there are so many people.

You have to queue up to buy registered mail, and you have to grab the glue at the opening of the sticky envelope.

The most unfortunate thing was that Zhang Xuan finally squeezed in with the envelope, only to find that the glue was gone.

So angry that my balls hurt.

Some people immediately cursed when they saw the glue was gone; some people even simply sealed it with saliva.

Zhang Xuan originally wanted to imitate others, but when he thought that other people's envelopes contained only letter paper, while his own envelope contained "money", it would be easy to fool people.

To be cautious, he crossed the street, found a restaurant, begged for some leftover rice, crushed it and mushy the envelope.

After sending the registered letter, Zhang Xuan happened to meet Postman Lin coming back from outside when he was going out. He immediately asked: "Do you have my letter?"

Postman Lin replied: "There are too many letters today. I haven't read the ones from your village carefully. You wait here and I'll go in and check."

Zhang Xuan said: "Okay, thank you."

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

Within ten minutes, Postman Lin came out and handed him a parcel and three remittance orders. He whispered in a low voice: "I am so jealous of how fast you are making money."

Zhang Xuan joked: "I still envy you. Your wife and children are on the hot bed, you are debt-free, and you are still eating from the public family."

Postman Lin was a little proud of what he said, "That's true. It seems that I am living quite happily."

There was no surprise. In the mail bag was a sample book of "Zhiyin" magazine and a piece of letter paper. My manuscript was accepted.

The editor of Zhiyin Magazine praised his article in a cover letter and said that his article was very innovative and won unanimous praise from everyone. Some readers even called the magazine and asked for more articles like this to be published...

There were a lot of bullshit praises, but they didn't mention the increase in royalties. Zhang Xuan crumpled the letter into a ball after reading it, wasting his mood.

When he saw the three remittance orders, he felt better.

One is 750 yuan, one is 42 yuan, and one is 35 yuan.

It adds up to a lot, a total of 827 yuan.

If I write a few more times, I will almost catch up with the bride price of a rural girl.

Looking back at the crowded postal hall filled with uncles, grandparents, aunts and uncles, Zhang Xuan wisely gave up the idea of ​​cashing in money, and joined hands to start a fight.

There were only two days left for the Chinese New Year, and thinking that the eldest sister would be engaged after the new year, Zhang Xuan spent money to buy a New Year couplet for the first time.

Then he went to the grocery store and bought Ruan Xiuqin the pins for soles and Dingxing cloth shoe uppers.

Ruan Xiuqin said that the mice in his house had become sperms and asked him to buy a few bottles of rat poison reagent and mix them with rice to poison rats. But he thought that the reagent was poisonous and fragile, so he decided to eat a bowl of wontons first.

In this new life, I have never eaten wontons in the town. The taste of it when I was a kid has made me want it for a long time.

Zhang Xuan is very particular about eating wontons. He won't eat them from other stores and only eats the "Qian Yuejin" wonton shop next to Shimen Station.

Not only did the proprietress make me remember it as a child, but the most important thing is that her wontons have a unique and unique taste.

Let's put it this way, there are four or five wonton shops in the town, but their combined business is not as good as this one, so they can only eat the leftovers.

When I walked into the wonton shop, there were as many people as ever. Fortunately, I was lucky. Just as someone was about to leave, Zhang Xuan immediately sat down.

There are three types of wontons: large, medium and small, and the prices are also different. They cost one and a half yuan, one yuan and five cents respectively.

Zhang Xuan shouted: "Lady boss, a big bowl of wontons, add spicy food."

The landlady’s surname is Qian. She is very charming and plump. She was jokingly called a flower in the town by the old customers in the store. When she was a child, everyone envied her husband and wished they could lend her little hands to her husband. He responded enthusiastically: "Okay, wait a moment."

Waiting is the most boring thing. I was young and couldn't always keep my eyes on the boss's wife. When I was bored, I accidentally discovered that the mother and son at the same table were quite good at eating.

That's not right. It should be said that this boy is quite good at eating. He watched the boy eat 18 wontons in one go without taking a breath. Zhang Xuan was convinced.

Sure enough, after the boy finished eating, he looked straight at his mother, indicating that he wanted to eat more. His mother was very helpless and whispered:

"Stop eating. You've already eaten three big bowls. You've eaten up almost half of your father's day's salary. Our family can't afford to eat like this. Man Zai."

The boy was very aggrieved. Seeing that his mother really didn't order any more for him, he simply stretched out his hand and drank the soup in one go. Then he also drank his mother's bowl of soup, and finally licked it with unfulfilled interest. Licking your mouth and leaving.

My stomach is not very bloated, how come I can eat so much? Zhang Xuan watched the boy leave, his mind filled with questions.

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