"A security section chief, so enthusiastic about me, it's rare to have a relative ...... when you meet me in another country" It's almost time to arrive at the supply and marketing cooperative, Ding Fan thought to himself.

This has been more than two months after Ding Fan reported to the city, the scenery here is beautiful, the folk customs are simple, but many things cannot be compared with the capital, plus except for a few friends, there are no friends who can speak to their hearts, thinking of Zhao Yongheng's relative, I have a sense of belonging inexplicably.

Entering the supply and marketing cooperative, he adjusted his eyes in the dark room, looking at the wide store against the wall full of dazzling goods, the tall counter in a circle, several salespeople with a premonition of the family, are talking to each other.

There is a small blackboard directly opposite, which says the content that needs to be purchased, and there are some lists of some units that need to be purchased recently, Ding Fan glanced at it and saw a line of words: "A mine Zhao permanent, two bottles of Hengshui Laobaigan, unpaid ......"

"Uncle, I didn't expect you to be an alcoholic, Lao Baigan has more than three yuan for a bottle, and you love to drink enough. Ding Fan thought, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He looked at a box of fine flour and needed eight kilograms of food stamps, touched his pocket, found that it was bulging, and secretly rejoiced: "My grandfather, the good things you gave me have to be used today if you don't use them." ”

A chubby manager at the counter looked at him, Ding Fan was wearing civilian clothes, and he didn't look like a local cadre or anything at all.

He took two sips of strong tea with an enamel tea jar, and said bluntly: "Do you want this, this is a food stamp, only for state cadres, or you have to pay a high price, let's see something else." ”

Ding Fan's attention was on the head of Yanjing's second pot in the distance, and he said absentmindedly: "Take it, I'll look for the food stamps, and use cash if it's not enough." ”

"What, are you looking for me again, don't you look busy?" said the fat manager impatiently, picking up the abacus on the counter.

The crackling sound of the abacus beads seemed to be mocking Ding Fan for buying white noodles at all, let alone the second pot.

"Erguotou, tsk, this kid is crazy, isn't he? Who can drink this in the mine? Several bosses have made a big white bottle of the winery at home. In the distance, one of the two saleswomen, wearing a sweater, glanced at Ding Fan disdainfully and said.

"What is this thing, what are you waiting ......for?" Ding Fan thought to himself, still his face did not change, and continued to look forward.

"Sister Li, don't say it, when everyone has bleeding, my old Zhao said that he came to relatives today, and the unit hasn't paid his salary yet, so he didn't buy five catties of open river fish and pork ribs, and said that next month we will enter Lao Baigan, and invite him to come over to drink some on vacation." "The woman next to Sister Li was chubby and talking about her family.

Ding Fan looked up and saw that this woman had long hair and a few freckles on her chubby face, looking like a kind woman.

"Auntie, what kind of books are you reading? You still sell books?" Ding Fan walked over and saw that she was lying on the counter looking at a thick book, so he asked curiously.

The fat woman looked up and smiled shallowly, and said softly: "Sell, the recipe, I'll flip through it, and I'll go home to make potatoes and eggplants in a while." ”

She has this kind of thing of touching the unit light in her spare time, everywhere, people who come to buy things are used to it, after all, the supply and marketing cooperatives are state-owned units, the waiters can't blow the wind and the rain can't get wet, and many people are digging doors and stealing holes.

Standing opposite her, Ding Fan smelled the faint smell of alabaster on the woman's body, although the woman's face was ordinary, it gave people a kind and amiable feeling, at least much better than the condescending manager just now.

"This kid, I just said that I want to save face, I don't have food stamps, do you? Go buy biscuits, don't need tickets, add a dime to each pack, go, go." The woman named Sister Li waved the drill in her hand, looked at Ding Fan impatiently and said.

Ding Fan didn't care about her attitude at all, swept around the counter again, pointed to the Yanjing Erguo head under the glass, knocked his fingers heavily and said, "Bring me these two boxes, one box of white noodles." ”

After speaking, he took out a wad of change from his pocket, then flipped through it, took out a few fifty-pound food stamps from the change, threw them on the counter, and whispered: "Is it enough?"

The food stamps were of high quality, the material was exactly the same as the RMB, and it looked red, and the waiter surnamed Li looked at it with drooping eyelids, and said angrily: "Boy, this is a state-run store, don't fool yourself to work with fake ones." ”

From her expression, anyone can see that Ding Fan has never seen anything he took out, it must be fake, maybe this kid still has a problem with his brain.

"Give it to me......" Ding Fan said quietly, looking at the pennant of the Spiritual Civilization Award on the wall of the store.

The fat manager has been a leader for more than two years, and he has never seen anyone who can ask for two boxes of two pots at once, and found that Ding Fan didn't speak like a liar, and walked this way slowly, muttering "Erguotou 20 years, this is good wine", when he arrived, he picked up the red food stamp, raised it in front of his eyes and looked at it a few times, clicked a few times in his mouth, and complained in surprise to the waiter surnamed Li and said: "Lizi, this, this, it is common throughout the country, and it is good to make it in the whole country, I have seen it in Hulu County, hurry up and ......"

Ding Fan glanced at the food stamps on the counter, and suddenly had a super cool feeling, this kind of thing in the capital can be bought with money, I didn't expect it to be so precious in this place, I remembered the good things that turned over and turned over to Tun, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but hook up a confident smile, and said secretly: "You wait for me to bring someone to make money, the family earns 35,000 yuan, take the food stamps to buy soda to drink every day, and the whole village can drink enough." ”

Waiter Li and the freckled woman showed a secular worship that they had never seen before, hurriedly helping Ding Fan carry bottled wine and white noodles, the fat manager was neatly calculating, and a crisp sound sounded, and then took a pile of local food stamps, approached Ding Fan, and said mysteriously: "Young man, we don't have so many general food stamps, give you some cash, in fact, if you want to buy things in the future, you can use cash, by the way, you ......"

His face exuded the appearance of a philistine who saw the wind and steered the rudder, lest he speak slowly and offend Ding Fan, an unknown big man, Ding Fan snorted twice in his mouth, and he was quite satisfied with his performance of making up for the dead.

The fat manager stepped on the threshold, leaned forward with great effort, and rushed to say something, but was squeezed by the half-open door frame, and watched the two waiters help Ding Fan take the things to the door, and shouted commandingly: "Da Li, what are you two doing, delivery, do you still have to work?"

Ding Fan turned around and smiled softly at him, made a strange expression that I don't like you, kept a box of two pots in one hand, pinched a box of flour into the squeaky nest, and then lifted another box of wine, gently checked it in his hand, and walked towards the box.

"Who is this? ...... so godly," the freckled woman sighed as she watched his back leave.

The waiter surnamed Li, carrying an unfinished sweater in one hand, said with a remorseful face: "Where did this person come from?

Xinglong Mine is a mixed place, with many outsiders, even if they hear about the Public Security Bureau's handling of cases here every day, it is difficult to connect those mysterious criminal police detectives with the plainclothes young man in front of them.

Ding Fan arrived at the door of Zhao Yongheng, walked in generously, and shouted heartily as soon as he entered the door: "Uncle, I'm Xiaofan, are you at home?"

At this moment, Zhao Yongheng was wearing the work clothes he had just changed, waving the mop with both hands, tirelessly wiping the floor, and when he heard Ding Fan's voice, he hurriedly put the mop aside, as if to welcome the sudden leader, rubbed his hands and greeted him, and said with surprise on his face with a smile: "Xiao Fan, Detective Ding, enter the house, enter the house, look at the ......"

He greeted Ding Fan, looked at the room that had not yet been cleaned up with some embarrassment, and leaned sideways to let Ding Fan in.

The kettle on the honeycomb coal stove at the door of the house was steaming, Zhao Yongheng suddenly remembered about making tea, asked Ding Fan to sit down, and then went to the cabinet to pick it for a while, before taking out a box of Monkey King Jasmine tea bags, looked at it distressedly, and then said openly: "My nephew is here, let's drink this today." ”

Ding Fan said something like trouble, watching him get busy, when he saw an old white dry wine bottle on the cabinet, and the bottle contained a bouquet of fake flowers, he couldn't help but be happy: "Uncle Lobby, it seems that this gift is the right choice." ”

After brewing two cups of tea, Zhao Yongheng promoted himself to deputy factory director, specializing in safety production and environmental protection, raised his salary by two levels, opened an extra 12 yuan a month, and now his monthly salary has exceeded 15 years.

For these, Ding Fan accompanied him with a happy smile, and interjected: "Uncle, aren't we relatives? Besides, you have made such a great contribution to the security management of Xinglong Mine, and you have also helped to contact the county bureau and Tacheng, not to mention the factory, our task force should thank you, this is not ......."

Ding Fan pointed to the gift at the door, Zhao Yongheng was too busy to see it clearly, but now he suddenly saw that the box was not only extremely high-end, but also a 20-year-old two-pot head sky-high wine from Yanjing City, and his throat instantly said with a strange ecstasy: "Xiaofan, don't mind, how to get this kind of thing, my three-month salary." ”

Ding Fan smiled and said that he would drink this for a while, and continue to honor his uncle when the conditions are good in the future. The joy on Zhao Yongheng's face did not dissipate for a long time, when he saw Ding Fan's sunny face, he suddenly remembered an important thing, he turned around and went to the back room, rummaged through the cabinets inside, as if he had been prepared, took out an envelope from it, took out two photos, handed them over gently, and said, "Look, nephew, what is this?"

This is a seven-inch color photo, Ding Fan's mother Zhao Fenfang is wearing two big braids, next to Ding Daming, a policeman wearing a big cap, thirteen or fourteen-year-old Ding Fan is sitting in the middle of his parents' shoulders, wearing a yellow military hat, a pair of clear and transparent big eyes, looking into the distance cutely, and the scissors hand shape raised give people a super cute feeling.

"Uncle......" Ding Fan saw his parents in the photo, and he was sad, especially the appearance of his father came to mind again, and he couldn't help but feel sad.