Reborn My 1993

Chapter 174 Neighborhood Love
"It's really worrying to see. The driver looks like he's in his 30s. If people say he's gone, he'll be gone. If the family finds out, they'd have to cry and pass out!"

Fan Lingling looked at the TV with a regretful tone.

Worried?
If he hadn't been reborn, it wouldn't be this person who died, but another extremely innocent little girl. As for the driver, he escaped from the accident and got away with it. There are no absolutes in this world. His death is just to repay the past life the crime he committed.

Because of this news, Zhang Yiming's appetite became very poor. He barely swallowed the remaining half bowl of rice, and then went back to the house.

Zhang Yiming went to bed very early, after all, he was very tired this day.

"Father, baby, get up quickly, why is the snow so heavy, our warehouse is buried!"

Hearing the sound from the outer room, Zhang Yiming sat up with a grunt.

Sure enough, it was exactly the same as in memory, and Daxue buried his entire warehouse in it.

Although the snow had stopped, the north wind blew, and the strong wind blew the snowflakes all over the sky, and even deformed the entire snowdrift.

"Oh my god, the windows can't even be opened!"

After all, she had never seen such heavy snow in her entire life, and Fan Lingling's tone was filled with shock and excitement.

Zhang Heshan looked at the tarpaulin propped up on Yuda, and looked thoughtfully at his son's room.

Of course, this heavy snow blocked the doors of countless people. Because Zhang Yiming had made preparations in advance, Zhang Heshan pushed open the door and directly pushed the tarpaulin twice with a mop. The snow on the tarpaulin fell like an avalanche. on the ground.

Zhang Heshan shoveled the snow aside with a shovel all the way, pushed open the gate, and found that there was no one outside, and most of them were blocked by snow at home.

"dad!"

Zhang Yiming put on his clothes, hat and gloves, and walked out of the house.

"Follow me to your old man's house to have a look."

Zhang Heshan casually picked up another shovel and handed it to Zhang Yiming, who shoveled a path with the shovel all the way.

As expected, Uncle Wang and his wife were indeed blocked in the house. Zhang Yiming and Zhang Heshan rounded up their arms, and it took them more than ten minutes to clear the snow from the door of Uncle Wang and his wife's house.

Uncle Wang is a household with five guarantees and has no children. Usually, Zhang Heshan and Fan Lingling often take care of these two old people. Sometimes they will send a bowl of delicious food at home, and they will also buy something for the New Year. At this time, seeing Zhang Heshan and his son came to help shovel the snow early in the morning, Uncle Wang's wife's eyes were red, and he insisted on giving Zhang Yiming a dried sweet potato with ice balls.

Coming out of Uncle Wang's old couple's house, Zhang Yiming followed Zhang Heshan to several other houses.

How about living in an alley? The relationship between the east and west courtyards and the neighbors is very good. We usually meet and say hello, and when someone has something to do, we all go to the house together. Unlike living in a big city, living in a high-rise building, people are friendly. Feelings become as indifferent as steel and concrete, even if you live in the opposite door, you may meet without even saying hello.

At first, Zhang Heshan and his father took turns to help shovel the snow with shovels. Later, more and more people joined the ranks. The two alleys next to Zhang Yiming’s house were as lively as New Year’s Eve. Everyone was talking and laughing. , and children also ran out to build snowmen and have snowball fights. The snow disaster that caused headaches for the entire Tongyuan County in the previous life did not seem to cause any trouble here.

By ten o'clock, the snow had been cleared from the doorsteps of all the houses in the entire hutong, and one after another all kinds of strange snowmen stood in the yards of each house with their teeth bared.

Because of the heavy snow, Fan Lingling rarely left her stall.

After lunch, the three of them sat in the living room.

Fan Lingling sat knitting a sweater, Zhang Heshan sat on a chair and read a newspaper, Zhang Yiming sat in a corner and read "Contemporary Youth". the sound of.

Zhang Heshan occasionally raised his head to look at Zhang Yiming.

There was no sign of a heavy snowstorm, so why was Zhang Yiming so sure, even able to judge that the snow would be heavy enough to block the door of the house.

He has lived for more than [-] years, and he has never seen or heard of such a heavy snow, and it is even more impossible for Zhang Yiming.

But Zhang Heshan couldn't figure it out anyway, because it was impossible for him to think that his son was born again.

Of course Zhang Yiming could feel his father's scrutiny, but he was not worried. He could explain it to his father just like he said to Li Zhenting, and according to his understanding of his father, his father would not ask.

Tongyuan County dispatched all the snowplows, sanitation workers, and even employees of some enterprises and institutions, as well as soldiers from the army to participate in the road cleaning army. The main traffic lines in the city were initially restored, so Zhang Yiming found an excuse and slipped to the guest house again.

For Li Zhenting, who personally experienced this huge snow disaster, Zhang Yiming was completely deified in his eyes.

"Xiao Ming, what are you doing here when it's snowing so hard?"

"I brought some dumplings for Brother Li to try my mother's craft."

Zhang Yiming took out a plastic bag from his clothes. He covered the plastic bag with cotton gloves. Once the gloves were taken off, the dumplings inside were exposed.

"What kind of stuffing is this? It's so delicious!"

Li Zhenting is from the south, so he doesn't eat many dumplings, and the dumpling fillings in the south are very different from those in the north. He took a bite of the dumplings brought by Zhang Yiming, and immediately felt a fragrance in his mouth.

"Pork sauerkraut, and mackerel pork."

Zhang Yiming didn't waste any time. After handing the dumplings to Li Zhenting, he sat down to assemble the Han display machine.

His goal is to assemble 197 Chinese display machines before this evening.

"Mackerel pork? Can these two things be wrapped together?"

Li Zhenting heard it for the first time, and took another bite while talking, the taste was really delicious.

"Of course, Spanish mackerel is a specialty of Tongyuan County. Not to mention making dumplings, mackerel is used as stuffing for making chaotic dumplings and baked pies."

As soon as he spoke, the dozen or so large dumplings brought by Zhang Yiming all entered Li Zhenting's stomach, and Li Zhenting leaned on the head of the bed, looking contented.

"Okay, Brother Li, the 197 Han display machines are all assembled, and you can contact Baicheng Taxi Company to deliver the goods tomorrow!"

Zhang Yiming stretched his arms and said.

"Assembled?"

"Well, I'll pack these assembled Chinese display machines later, and find someone to send them to the coach station tomorrow."

Zhang Yiming's action was very fast. In less than ten minutes, all the Chinese display machines were packed. Zhang Yiming sealed the boxes with the tape he had prepared in advance, and finally he was done.

"Xiaoming, Brother Li, I really admire you. It's really a blessing for you, Brother Li, to know and cooperate with you!"

After this snowstorm incident, Li Zhenting's understanding of Zhang Yiming had already risen to a very high level. Feelings have also risen from trust to worship.

(End of this chapter)