At noon, the eldest couple and their cousin Rong Rong went home. Compared with the other three uncles, the uncle who has been a soldier is more upright, and he is also Feng Yiping's favorite uncle. I remember when he was a child, he often ran to his grandfather's house, because his grandfather's family had four uncles, which was very fun, and his favorite was also the eldest uncle. When my uncle came back from the army, he brought him a five-pointed star on his military hat and a few bullets with gunpowder removed, which was a rarity for children at that time.

However, the eldest uncle was also the first to get married, and after he got married, it was difficult for him to stick to his uncle anymore.

Usually my grandfather fires alone, but today at noon, everyone eats together. My uncle went to weigh some meat, and my aunt burned egg noodles, and because the noodles were not hungry, they fried scallion pancakes.

In the afternoon, the uncle still had to go to the mountain, and still left the younger son to the grandfather.

Even if it was with his grandfather, it was still difficult to say that he wanted money, and after hesitating for a long time, Feng Yiping still considered it.

Mei Jianzhong was very surprised, a child who had just graduated from elementary school might not be able to tell a long story clearly, let alone write a story?

When he saw Feng Yiping take out the stack of manuscript paper made from the homework book, which was densely covered with words, he believed it a little.

Digging out his reading glasses from the drawer, he looked at it from the beginning.

Rarity is also tired from playing, and Feng Yiping takes him in his arms and slowly pats him on the back, and the little one falls asleep after 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 say whether it's good or bad, but at least, the story makes sense. Although the story is about the countryside in the northwest, whether it is the countryside in the northwest or the countryside in the central part of the country, they are all poor villages at this time, and many things in the story can be found around them.

As for whether the magazine will publish his grandson's works, he has no score in his heart. However, the grandson is very commendable for making such efforts to reduce the burden on the family at such a young age. Even if it can't be published in a magazine, you should buy a dream for your child.

At the same time, Feng Yiping was young, just graduated from primary school, and he was able to write a novel of tens of thousands of words, which also made Mei Jianzhong very proud.

He took off his glasses, folded the manuscript paper, and whispered for fear of waking his grandson, "Yiping, you are doing this, it is very hard, and it is not easy, grandpa is very happy." Tomorrow morning, we will go to the town, don't worry about the money, grandpa still has it. ”

Although this was what Feng Yiping expected, he was still very happy, if his grandfather didn't agree, it would be even more difficult for his parents to agree.

He wanted to say something thankful, but in the countryside, the feelings are more restrained, and what he said was too formal, but he felt fake, so he said, "I'm young, and I can't help with the difficulties at home, but it costs money to go to school, so I thought of writing something, in case I am fancied, I can help my parents share some of it." You know the situation at home, and there is no money in the first place, so I can only look for you. ”

The more he looked at his grandson, the more Mei Jianzhong loved it, and he said with a smile on his face, "At your young age, it's good to think so much." Grandpa is also your relative, and if you are in trouble in the future, you will not be able to find your parents, so come and tell me. ”

The next day, my grandfather took out the fifty yuan wrapped in a handkerchief from the small box on the top of the wardrobe, and said a word to my uncle, and the two grandparents walked towards the town.

Although the uncle was a little puzzled, what was he doing in the town if he had nothing to do? He didn't ask in detail, only asked if he wanted to ride a bicycle to send them, but the two of them, he couldn't take a car, so he had to give up.

Rongrong is fine, Rarity is crying and making trouble to follow, but it is very difficult for an old man and a young man to hold an active little guy like him for dozens of miles back and forth. Mei Jianzhong squatted on the ground, promising to buy him candy and a pistol before Rarity stopped crying.

But as soon as they stepped out of the house, Rarity started crying again, and her aunt hugged her, pillowed her on her lap, and slapped her ass twice, "What are you crying about, and you're disobedient!"

The little guy cried at a higher pitch, and Feng Yiping and the two had to speed up their pace.

Although relying on the provincial road, you can pass through long-distance buses, as well as trucks, there are no cars in the town, and now at this time, there are no private tricycles or vans to solicit passengers, it used to be walking, and now it is more bicycles.

The road has been re-straightened, and the original road, which was next to the river, is now straightened as much as possible in some bends. The grandparents and grandchildren are walking, the scenery by the river is good, and it is cooler, in those places that have been changed, my grandfather also took him to walk the old road by the river, perhaps, for my grandfather, these old roads are more familiar and kinder!

Wuliao Town is a very prosperous town. She was originally just a town, and now the surrounding four townships have all been streamlined and merged into Wuliao, so even in the county, it is a big town, and after more than 20 years, her land price is not lower than that of the county seat.

The original Wuliao Town, although it is close to the provincial road, the houses are concentrated on one side of the road, and there is still a gap of hundreds of meters from the road. Now there are houses built on both sides of the road, and the newly repaired department store is also on the side of the road, as well as farmers' markets and bazaars, so the provincial highway has become the main street of Wuliao Town, which quickly replaced the commercial function of the original old street in the town.

In addition to the various shops, both sides of the highway are full of various stalls, but it is the height of summer, and it is noon, there are not many people on the streets, and the vendors are drowsy.

If it is the time of the Chinese New Year and the festival, it will be called a lively, then it will be called a crowd! Beijing's Wangfujing, what is the moving batch! What about Shanghai's Nanjing Road and the City God's Temple, it must be willing to bow down!

The hawkers stand on the road to do business, the stalls are one by one, the people who buy things are shoulder to shoulder, one after the other, motor vehicles and non-motor vehicles, and they can only walk cautiously from here, you don't say 70 yards, can you have the ability to soar 7 yards to try?

Zhang Yan and Feng Yiping went home for the New Year for the first time, and as soon as the car entered the town, he could only slow down, feeling that it was not the car walking, but the people around him carrying the car. Zhang Yan sighed at the time, "When I listened to Andy Lau's concert in Wenzhou, I thought that the population density of that gymnasium was the largest, but now it seems that it is too late!"

Xinhua Bookstore is in the easternmost part of the town, next to the station, just a façade, and it is not an open shelf display, everything is placed on the counter and the cabinet against the wall.

In the eyes of Feng Yiping when he was a child, this is not an ordinary place, his signboard is ** written, and all the books he sells are books, stationery, etc., which are all related to knowledge, and the things here are not bargained. For Feng Yiping when he was a child, this was not just a bookstore, but an equivalent to a palace or something.

Of course, for the current Feng Yiping, who is used to seeing a larger and more luxurious book city, this store is very simple.

Behind the counter sat a middle-aged man wearing blue short sleeves and gray hair, reading a book in his hand, when he heard the sound, he raised his head, saw his grandfather and Feng Yiping, and greeted him with a smile, "Come, uncle, this is your grandson?"

Even if it is a state-owned enterprise like Xinhua Bookstore, because in the town, the employees are all people in the vicinity, and the people who turn around are acquaintances, so at least the employees of these state-owned enterprises in the town have a completely different attitude towards customers than those in the county and city. If you neglect someone for a while, your parents, relatives and friends will look for you the next day, and the person you treat unceremoniously is mine.

Therefore, their attitude is very good, and the service is not blunt, not to ask you what to buy as soon as you open your mouth, but to talk to 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 really knows how to be polite." What grade are you in?"

Grandpa took over the conversation next to him, "It's the first year of junior high school at the beginning of school, I want to buy a few manuscript papers today, as well as pens, Yiping, what else do you want to buy?"

Feng Yiping asked, "Uncle, is there a "Harvest" magazine? The Chinese teacher in our class said that this magazine is very good. ”

The middle-aged man scratched his head, ""Harvest", it seems to be there, but there is definitely no this month, I'll help you find it." ”

"It's okay, it doesn't have to be this month. ”

After a few minutes, he took out 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, take a look." ”

"Thank you,"

Feng Yiping took the magazine, slowly flipped through it from the beginning, in fact, the focus is to look at the mailing address, the address is easy to remember, he is afraid that the zip code will be wrong, just the middle-aged man beckoned his grandfather to pick up a fountain pen, he took a fountain pen, dipped the tip of the pen in ink, said try to write it well, write the zip code in the left palm, and then said that this is good, ask my grandfather how it is, my grandfather bought it for him, he said okay, then choose that one.

After buying three more manuscript papers, Feng Yiping smiled apologetically at the middle-aged man and handed her the magazine, "Uncle, I still can't understand this book now, it's troublesome!"

The middle-aged man originally thought that this was not for a child who had not yet entered the first year of junior high school, but he didn't realize that there was it, "It's okay, next time you want to buy a reference book, come to your uncle, if you don't have it, your uncle will help you order it." ”

"Okay, I'm sure you'll be troubled then!"

Over there, my grandfather looked at the schoolbag hanging on the wall and wanted to buy one for Feng Yiping, but Feng Yiping went over to persuade him, "Grandpa, I really don't need it, we all live in the school, so we don't need it." ”

"Really useless?" Feng Yiping nodded, and his grandfather was no longer reluctant, as soon as he checked out, the manuscript paper was a five-one book, and three pens, a total of seven yuan five, Feng Yiping held the manuscript paper in his hand, and walked out with his grandfather, and the middle-aged man was still polite behind, "No longer sit down, drink saliva?"

Coming out of the bookstore, my grandfather took Feng Yiping to the clothing stall in the bazaar, and insisted on buying him two clothes, a sea soul shirt, and a white undershirt with a five-pointed star printed on the chest, which cost a total of 11 yuan, and then, I bought a small plastic pistol at the street stall, bought two taels of gummies, and weighed five catties of local pears.

When he was about to enter the mound, Mei Jianzhong paused and put two undershirts, one was stuffed into his waist and attached to his stomach, he was wearing a dark gray shirt, and he couldn't see anything unusual from the outside, and the other was wrapped in a black plastic bag, rolled into a small cylinder, and placed at the bottom of the plastic bag of the manuscript paper, and the pen was in his pocket. Feng Yiping understands that his grandfather is worried about his uncle and them, especially his aunt, who will have something to say when he sees the clothes.

Knowing that they would be back at noon, Uncle and their meal had already been prepared, Rong Rong led Rarity and waited in front of the door, and when she saw them, she ran over with joy, "Grandpa, I want to eat sugar." ”

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

"Pistol!" grabbed the candy in one hand and shot his sister with a pistol in the other, and made a "beep" sound in his mouth.

Rong Rong takes the bag of sugar, and her grandfather walks towards her uncle's house, holding pears in one hand and Rarity in the other.

As soon as he enters, Uncle laughs and says, "Oh, it's back! ”

My aunt glanced at it and said, "I'm back, the meal is ready." Yiping, what did you buy?"

Feng Yiping deliberately exposed a piece of manuscript paper, "Grandpa bought me three copies of stationery. ”

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

Feng Yiping walked next door with his grandfather holding the bag of stationery.

Next, Feng Yiping spent two days transcribing the novel onto manuscript paper, he wrote very slowly, for fear that if he wrote quickly, he would make mistakes, and he would waste a piece of paper if he took it.

He wrote one, and my grandfather checked one with his glasses.

The day before school started, my grandfather accompanied Feng Yiping to the town's post office, and with hope, sent two registered letters.

This time it was easier to go home, and the two were empty-handed, chatting as they walked.

When they return home, they have dinner together, and Uncle and Uncle go to work in the fields, leaving Rarity at home. When they're all gone, Rarity is still sleeping, Feng Yiping is about to go home, his grandfather wraps his clothes for him, and he's going to give him 5 yuan, Feng Yiping says he doesn't want anything. Grandpa had no choice but to put the money away, thought about it, and said to Feng Yiping, "Grandpa doesn't understand novels and literature, but you think that there are so many people in the country who can publish what they write in books, and there are still a handful, so if you don't get your wish this time, don't be discouraged and continue to work hard, okay!"

Feng Yiping smiled and said, "I understand, grandfather, I'll come to see you on vacation." ”

"Okay, be careful on the road. ”

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