Rebirth of the 92 Business Tycoon

　　 At noon, the uncle couple and cousin Rong Rong went home. Compared with the other three uncles, the uncle who had served as a soldier was more straightforward, and was also Feng Yiping's favorite uncle. I remember that when he was a child, he often ran towards his grandfather's house, because his grandfather's family had four uncles, which was very fun, and his favorite was also the uncle. The eldest uncle returned from the army and brought him a military cap with a five-pointed star, and a few bullets with gunpowder removed. For the children at that time, it was a rare thing.

　　 But the eldest uncle was also the first to have a family, and after he got married, it would be difficult for him to stick behind his uncle.

　　 Normally, my grandfather fires alone, and today we all eat together at noon. My uncle went to weigh some meat, and my aunt burned egg noodles. Because the noodles were not hungry, she fried scallion pancakes.

　　 In the afternoon, uncle and the others are still going to the mountain, and still throwing their youngest son to grandpa.

　　 Even with grandpa, it’s still hard to say if you want money. After hesitating for a long time, Feng Yiping said it in his discretion.

　　 Mei Jianzhong was very surprised. A child who just graduated from elementary school could not tell a long story clearly, let alone write a story?

　　 When he saw that Feng Yiping took out the pile of manuscript papers made out of the homework book, he was a little convinced that it was densely packed with words.

　　 Pulling out the reading glasses from the drawer, he looked at it carefully.

　　 Ruirui was also tired from playing at this time. Feng Yiping hugged him in his arms and gently patted him on his back. The little guy fell asleep in a while.

　　 It took more than an hour for Mei Jianzhong to read the novel carefully. He has no literary attainments, so he can't tell whether it is good or not, but at least, the story is telling. Although the story is about the countryside in the northwest, whether it is the countryside in the northwest or the middle of the country, they are all poor villages at this time. Many things in the story can be found around.

　　 As for whether the magazine will publish the works of his grandson, he is not sure. However, my grandson's young age, in order to reduce the burden on the family, made such an effort, it is very commendable. Even if it can't be published in a magazine, it should be a dream for the child.

　　At the same time, when Feng Yiping was very young and just graduated from elementary school, he was able to write novels of tens of thousands of words, which made Mei Jianzhong very proud. What he thought was that this child, with this mental energy, would surely be able to succeed in studying in the future.

He took off his glasses and folded the manuscript paper, afraid of waking his grandson, and whispered, "Yiping, you do this with great care and it is not easy. Grandpa is very happy. Tomorrow morning, we will go to town without worrying about the money. , Grandpa still has the money."

　　 Although this was what Feng Yiping expected, he was still very happy. If his grandpa disagreed, it would be more difficult for his parents to agree.

He wanted to say some words of gratitude, but in the countryside, the feelings are more restrained, and the words are too formal, but he feels false. He said, "I am young, and the family has difficulties and I can't help. On the contrary, it costs money to go to school. That’s why I thought of writing something, in case I was taken in, I could help my parents share some of it. You know the situation at home, there is no money originally, so I can only find you."

The more he looked at his grandson, the more Mei Jianzhong loved him. He smiled and said, "You are young, and it’s good to think so much. Grandpa is also your relative. If you encounter trouble in the future, it’s hard to find your parents. Come and tell me."

　　 The next day, my grandfather took out the fifty yuan in the handkerchief from the small box on the top of the closet, and said to the uncle, the grandfather and grandson walked towards the town.

　　 Although the uncle is a little puzzled, what are you going to do in town? I didn't ask in detail, I only asked if I wanted to send them off by bike, but for the two of them, he couldn't take a car and had to give up.

　　Rongrong is okay, Rui Rui cried and wanted to follow, but it was very difficult for an old and young to hold an active little guy like him for dozens of miles back and forth. Mei Jianzhong squatted on the ground and promised to buy him candy and a pistol, so Rarity stopped crying.

　　 But as soon as their front feet stepped out of the house, Rarity started crying again, and her aunt hugged him, put it on her lap, and slapped her ass, "Why cry? You are not obedient!"

　　 The cry of the little guy became higher, and Feng Yiping had to speed up their pace.

Although relying on the provincial road, all people passing by are long-distance buses and trucks. There is no car in the town. At this time, there is no private tricycle or van to solicit customers. They used to walk, but now many people ride bicycles. .

　　 The road has been re-rectified. The original road was leaning on the river. Now some bends have been straightened as much as possible. The grandfather and grandson walked along the river, and the scenery was better and cooler. In those places where he had been changed, grandpa took him along the old roads along the river. Perhaps, for the grandpa, these old roads are more familiar and kinder. Right!

　　 Wuliao Town is a very prosperous town. She used to be just a town. Now the four surrounding townships have all been streamlined and merged into Wuliao, so even in the county, it is considered a big town. After more than 20 years, her land price will not be lower than that of the county.

　　 The original Wuli'ao town, although it relies on the provincial road, the houses are concentrated on one side of the road, and there is a gap of hundreds of meters away from the road. Now both sides of the road are full of houses, the newly built department store is also on the side of the road, there are also farmers’ markets, bazaars, so the provincial highway has become the main street of Wuliao Town, quickly replacing the old town. The commercial function of the street.

　　 In addition to various shops, there are various stalls on both sides of the road, but it is midsummer, it is noon, there are not many people on the street, and the vendors are also drowsy.

　　 When it comes to New Year's Day, it will be called a lively, it will be called a crowd! Wangfujing in Beijing, what is the dynamic batch! What about Nanjing Road and Chenghuang Temple in Shanghai?

The hawkers stand on the road to do business, the stalls are one by one, and the people buying things one after another, one after the other, motorized and non-motorized vehicles, can only walk carefully from here, don't say 70 yards, if you can stand up to 7 Code try?

　　 It is the first time that Zhang Yan and Feng Yiping go home for the New Year. As soon as the car enters the town, it can only speed. It feels like the car is not moving, but the people around are carrying the car. Zhang Yan sighed at the time, "When I listened to Andy Lau's concert in Wenzhou, I thought that the gymnasium had the highest population density. Now it seems that it is too late!"

　　 Xinhua Bookstore is on the east side of the town, next to the station, just a front, and it is not an open shelf display. Everything is placed on the counter and the cabinet against the wall.

In the eyes of the young Feng Yiping, this place is not an ordinary place. His signature is written by Chairman Mao. All he sells are books, stationery and the like, which are all connected with knowledge. Moreover, there is nothing here. Bargain. For Feng Yiping when he was a child, this is not just a bookstore, but an existence like a palace.

　　 Of course, for the current Feng Yiping, he is used to seeing bigger and more luxurious bookstores, this shop is very simple.

Behind the counter sat a middle-aged man with blue short sleeves and gray hair. He was reading with a book in his hand. He heard the sound. He looked up and saw Grandpa and Feng Yiping. He smiled and said hello, "Come on, Uncle, Is this your grandson?"

Even for state-owned enterprises like Xinhua Bookstore, because in the town, the employees are all nearby people, and the people who turn around are acquaintances. Therefore, at least in the town, the attitude of the employees of these state-owned enterprises to customers is completely different from that of the county. Those in the city. If you neglect someone for a while, maybe the next day your parents, relatives and friends will look for you, and the person you are treating is mine.

　　 Therefore, their attitudes are very good, and the service is not blunt. They don't ask you what you want to buy as soon as they open their mouths, but make a deal with you first.

　　 "Oh, this is my grandson." Grandpa said with a smile, Feng Yiping said obediently, "Hello, uncle!"

　　 The middle-aged man praised him, "This kid is really polite. How many grades are you in?"

　　 Grandpa took the conversation next to him, “It’s the first day of the first year of school. Today I want to buy some manuscript papers, and pens. Yiping, what else do you want to buy?”

　　 Feng Yiping asked, "Uncle, is there a "Harvest" magazine? Our Chinese teacher said this magazine is good."

　　 The middle-aged man scratched his head and said, "It seems that there is a "Harvest", but there is definitely no one this month. I will help you find it."

　　 "It doesn't matter, it doesn't need to be this month."

　　 After a few minutes, I found a thick book from a pair of books at the foot of the cabinet on the wall, and handed it to Feng Yiping, "June issue, look at it."

　　 "Thank you,"

Feng Yiping took the magazine and flipped it slowly from the beginning. In fact, the key point was to look at the mailing address. The address was easy to remember. He was afraid that the zip code might be wrong. So the middle-aged man greeted his grandfather to pick a pen, so he took a pen and dipped it with the tip of the pen. Click on the ink and say whether to try it or not. Write the zip code on the left hand palm, and then say that this is a good one. Ask Grandpa how it is. Grandpa bought it for him. If he said yes, then choose that one.

　　 bought three more manuscript papers, Feng Yiping smiled apologetically to the middle-aged man, and handed her the magazine, "Uncle, I still don’t understand this book now, it’s troublesome!"

　　 The middle-aged people originally thought that this was not seen by a child who had not yet entered the first year of middle school, and realized it had it, "It doesn't matter, if you want to buy a reference book next time, I will come and find my uncle. If you don't have one, uncle will order it for you."

　　 "Okay, I must trouble you then!"

　　 Over there, grandpa looked at the schoolbag hanging on the wall and wanted to buy one for Feng Yiping. Feng Yiping went to persuade him, "Grandpa, really don't need it. We all live in school and we don't need it."

"Isn't it necessary?" Feng Yiping nodded, grandpa no longer reluctantly, as soon as he settled the bill, five pieces of manuscript paper, three pens, a total of 7.5 yuan, Feng Yiping held the manuscript paper in his hand and walked out with his grandfather. , The middle-aged man was still polite at the back, "No more sitting and drinking?"

After coming out of the bookstore, my grandfather took Feng Yiping to the clothing stall of the bazaar. He insisted on buying him two pieces of clothes, a sea soul shirt, and a white undershirt with a five-pointed star printed on his chest. A total of 11 yuan was spent. , Then, I bought a small plastic pistol from a street stall, bought two taels of jelly, and called five kilograms of local pears. The grandparents and grandchildren walked back slowly along the highway, walking faster, and Can catch up with lunch.

While fast-forwarding, Mei Jianzhong paused and tucked two undershirts. One was tucked into his waist and pressed against his stomach. He was wearing a dark gray shirt, but the other was in a black plastic bag. Wrap it, roll it into a small cylinder, and place it at the bottom of the plastic bag containing manuscript paper, with the pen in your pocket. Feng Yiping understood that grandpa was worried about his uncles and the others, especially when his aunt saw the clothes, he would have something to say.

　　Knowing that they will come back at noon, the uncle and the others have already prepared their meals, Rongrong and Ruirui are waiting in front of the door. Seeing them, she ran over happily, "Grandpa, I want to eat candy."

　　 Grandpa took out a handful from the bag and handed it to him, "These are all yours, look, what else?"

　　 "Pistol!" Holding a candy in one hand, and hitting his sister with a pistol in the other, there was still a beeping sound in his mouth.

　　 Rongrong took the bag of sugar. Grandpa held the pear in one hand and Rui Rui in the other, and walked towards her uncle's house.

　　 As soon as he entered the door, the uncle smiled and said, "Oh, back! Rarity, I have all the sugar."

　　 Auntie glanced and said, "I'm back, I'm ready to read www.uukanshu.com. Yiping, what did I buy?"

　　 Feng Yiping deliberately exposed a section of the manuscript paper, "Grandpa bought me three letter paper."

　　 Grandpa put down the pear at this time and said, "Yiping, let's wash our faces first, and then come to eat. You are already hungry!"

　　 Feng Yiping went to the next door with his grandfather holding the bag of letter paper.

　　 Next, Feng Yiping spent two days transcribing the novel onto manuscript paper. He wrote very slowly. He was afraid that he would make mistakes if he writes quickly, and he would waste a piece of paper.

　　 He wrote one, and grandpa put on glasses to check it.

　　 The day before school started, my grandfather accompanied Feng Yiping to the town post office and sent out two registered letters hopefully.

　　 It was easier to go home this time. The two of them walked and talked empty-handed.

　　 After returning home, they had a meal together. Uncle and the others went to work in the field as usual, leaving Rarity at home. When they are all gone, Rarity is still sleeping and Feng Yiping is also going to go home. Grandpa wrapped his clothes for him and planned to give him 5 yuan. Feng Yiping said nothing. Grandpa had to collect the money, thought about it, and said to Feng Yiping, “Grandpa doesn’t understand novels and literature, but you think that there are so many people across the country who can publish what they have written in books, so few. In case this time, you don’t get what you want, don’t be discouraged, keep working hard, okay!"

　　 Feng Yiping smiled and said, "I understand, Grandpa, I will come to see you during the holiday."

　　 "Okay, be careful on the road."

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