Rebirth of the Great Era 1993

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By the time they finished their work, several people were exhausted and slumped on the ground panting like dogs.

Yang Yun prepared supper, including boiled fish, braised pork, and pickled radish, all in a large ocean basin.

The dishes are simple, but taste good and the portions are sufficient.

Zhang Xuan, who had been eating instant noodles all day, was feeling hungry and panicked. He ate and drank as soon as he sat down, not knowing what politeness meant.

Eat a piece of fish with a piece of braised pork, it’s delicious! Eat a piece of fish and drink a sip of fish soup, it feels comfortable...

This time, not only Sun Fucheng is the king of rice, but Zhang Xuan and Mrs. Hui are also the breadwinners.

Feng Zhuan Can Yun, watching everyone eat at least three bowls of rice, watching the dishes on the table disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye, Yang Yun and Qian Qian on the side were dumbfounded.

I wonder how long it’s been since I opened a meat shop?

Yang Yun endured it for a long time before asking: You RB devils have come into the village and haven't eaten all day?

After hearing his words, only Sun Fucheng raised his head and smiled.

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

After hurriedly confused for about 20 minutes, Zhang Xuan burped and felt full.

Stretching out, I touched my round belly with unfinished content. There was no space left. I sighed. There were still a lot of dishes, but I really couldn’t eat any more.

Seeing that old guy Sun Fucheng is still eating, he can still eat. He was thinking silently, he is also a human being, but he is not taller than him, why can he eat like this?

Picking his teeth with a toothpick, Zhang Xuan got up to get ready for bed and walked a few steps and said to Sun Fucheng: Old man, do me a favor tomorrow morning and help me load the 3,000 pieces of clothes into the car.

Okay, no problem. Sun Fucheng responded cheerfully and filled up another bowl of rice.

Oh, what a loser!

He was convinced, didn't want to watch anymore, and left quickly.

It's easy to feel sleepy after eating and drinking enough in the middle of the night. Zhang Xuan fell asleep as soon as his head hit the bed.

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The next day, when it was almost dawn, Yang Yun woke him up.

After sleeping for less than 3 hours, Zhang Xuan's head was still dizzy. He raised his head and glanced out the window with moonlight, and asked drowsily:

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

Yang Yun glanced at his watch and explained, Get up at eight past four.

Now there is a big truck going to your town to collect honeysuckle. I have asked for you. You can take this truck home and don’t transfer to the county town in the middle, which will save you the trouble.

Oh, my brother, you should have told me about this good thing earlier, I was not prepared at all.

Zhang Xuan, who was originally sleepy, immediately became energetic as soon as he heard this, started working hard, and quickly put on his clothes.

Yang Yun smiled bitterly and said to him, I tried to contact you yesterday. After calling several times, the driver was not at home, so I didn't mention it to you. He took the initiative to call you this morning, so I I woke you up temporarily.

Well, thank you, brother.

Zhang Xuan put on his sandals and went straight to the bathroom. While rinsing his mouth, he looked out the window: Is the car here? Where is it?

Yang Yun followed and took a look: Don't be in such a hurry. The car is on the way. It will probably take about ten minutes to get downstairs.

Then he asked: You don't have to pay the freight this time. The driver is a friend of mine. Just give me a pack of cigarettes.

After brushing it quickly, Zhang Xuan spat out the toothpaste foam and rinsed it with water: That's not good, 3,000 pieces of clothes take up a lot of space, so you have to pay some gas to be decent.

Yang Yun insisted: No, if you tell me not to, then you won't. I usually take care of his business, so I will still give him this face.

4 minutes later, the car arrived early.

Zhang Xuan, who was tidying up, hurried downstairs.

Also going downstairs were Sun Fucheng and Hui Sao, who had just gotten up.

Several people hurriedly moved 3,000 pieces of clothing to the car. Zhang Xuan handed the greasy driver a cigarette and followed him into the cab.

Brother, sister-in-law, old man, thank you, I'm leaving! Zhang Xuan poked his head from the cab and expressed his gratitude to several people with a smile on his face.

Okay, walk slowly. The people below waved.

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The driver was not tall, had a big belly and was rather fat. His hair was curly and shiny, giving the impression that it had not been washed in months.

He loves smoking and is also talkative.

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

He took the initiative to ask: You are Yang Yun's cousin, right? Your family is from Qianzhen? Are you planning to start a clothing business?

You said everything right in one breath. After getting in the car, Zhang Xuan felt sleepy and sleepy after he stopped. He really wanted to sleep, but he had to give others face.

He had to steel himself and said, Yes, uncle, are you familiar with Qianzhen?

Of course, I often go to Qianzhen. Have you heard of the rich man Dudong in your town? I often sell goods to him. Honeysuckle, pesticides, fertilizers, seeds, miscellaneous things All pulled.

After Bala Bala talked about it, the greasy driver showed off and said, I have been pulling goods for him for five or six years, and we are all buddies.

I know the Du Dudong you mentioned. He is my wife's father. Zhang Xuan complained silently and did not expect that the relationship would get involved here.

Without revealing it, Zhang Xuan complimented him and said, I've heard of Duke Dong. He's a celebrity in the town. You are his buddy. You must have made a lot of money in the past few years. I'm really envious.

It's okay, it's okay, I earned a few hard-earned money. The greasy driver smiled and was modest, but his face was full of scorn.

The two chatted all the time, talking about nothing.

At the end of the conversation, 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. Now he plans to build a villa. Have you heard about it?

Oops!

Damn it!

Why do you say this like an old man?

Zhang Xuan was confused for a moment. Is my reputation so great? Has it all reached Shao City?

Zhang Xuan probed with doubts: I have heard about this, but I just don't know whether it is true or not. Aren't you in Shao City? How did you know?

The greasy driver laughed and said, I also overheard a conversation between Duquedong and my fellow villager. My fellow villager builds houses. Dukedong told him that he might build two villas, one of which belongs to this great writer.

Speaking of this, the greasy driver said with emotion: It is said that this writer is quite young and just entered college this year. Look, this is the gap between people. People use their knowledge to make money before they go to college, so I wonder how his brain works? Why is he so smart?

My boy was in his fifth year and couldn't even convert two-thirds into a decimal point. Yesterday I gave him a real whipping with a belt. Hey, if I had a son who was a writer like that, I would be willing to shorten my life.

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Zhang Xuan turned his head and looked out the window. That old face was so hot!

My heart said, stop praising me, stop praising me, it will not end well if you praise me again.

Listening to the greasy driver still noisily admiring the young writer, the old man felt a little proud, vain, and heroic in life.

But it’s more melancholy.

His reputation as a writer has been spread at a young age. If he doesn't achieve success in his writing career in the future, wouldn't it be a disgrace to Zhongyong?

Then you still have to be laughed at?

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