Chapter 48 (continued) The old postman, the earth dog, the long hair, is silent and speechless, and the son inherits his father's business

Listening is a virtue and an art.

Shi Nianyuan put on a curious listening expression, and asked just the right amount from time to time, making it difficult for Cen Ying to close the conversation box again.

Cen Ying told Shi Nianyuan a lengthy story. When the old man tells the past to the younger generations, he will always talk about the change of dynasties and the alternation of generations, sometimes worry that the present generation will not be able to understand the past, and sometimes feel lonely and lonely.

In the Minglei Empire, "who sends brocade books in the clouds" is a poem that only the official eunuchs and magnates can write and pass on the book, which is a luxury service that cannot be used normally. Carrier pigeons, is not just find a pigeon to tie a letter tube on the paws is as simple, from breeding, breeding, to breeding, maintenance, every procedure needs to be carefully treated, and the transport of carrier pigeons is really limited, a carrier pigeon can also transport one or two letters at a time.

Therefore, ordinary people are responsible for sending letters to their families, and the government postal transportation department is responsible for it, and more specifically, it is mail horses, mail camels, and mail cars...... And, the postman.

Responsible for the inter-county or even inter-county mail road, in fact, is a lot of oil and water work, the county and county official road is smooth, more to the snail to walk, in addition to the sorting and delivery of more troublesome, if the weekday rush is a good attitude, it can be regarded as a long drive again and again, of course, day after day year on the same mail road long trip, fishing wood is used to seeing, naturally is gradually accustomed to thinking about it and then more and more boring and finally boring. However, there are always officials and magnates who have sent letters and have some items to send.

On the mail road, the loss of letters and tokens is a very common thing, even though the government postal department will claim that the postman who caused the accident must be held accountable and severely punished, however, the letters are lost, not to mention whether the so-called accountability and severe punishment is implemented, the loss has been irreparable. It is therefore not surprising that there should be a custom of paying the postman some extra fee to pay more attention to his letters or belongings, which are not under water.

After all, the letter and token are directly responsible for the postman, and if this part of the money is taken from the postal department, it is difficult to say whether there is a copper plate left in the postman's hand, so of course, it is directly handed over to the postman. And there is also a tacit understanding between the postal lawsuit and the oil difference, and the money can not be hidden from the public, and consciously hand over some to the top, and the boss will not care about anything.

"However, running the mail road in a remote village like our Udon Village does not have such a saying. Cen Ying's smile was free and easy

There was also a stunned old village chief who said that he was addicted picked up the cigarette pouch by the wall, lit it and continued: "Shaxi County has many lofty mountains and mountains, and even the official roads have nine bends and eighteen bends, not to mention the secluded paths of the countryside and forests. Moreover, we will not be given a snail on the top. ”

Cen Ying took a deep puff of cigarette and inadvertently spit out a puff of smoke rings: "How can someone who can send letters and things to such a remote village, how can it be a rich and noble family...... It's not that I have an opinion on the government and the Postal Department, it's easy to understand, the Postal Department raises so many people and so many snails, and it always has to make money. ”

Shi Nianyuan not only understood, but also could say many ways that Cen Ying couldn't say. The law of the market is just the relationship between supply and demand. Cen Ying has been talking for a long time, but what he wants to express is that in Udon Ancient Village, the postman is a hard worker, or a hard worker who is not understood, and the salary is pitiful. However, Cen Ying, who has run the mail road for five years, is reluctant to cut off the mail road in ten miles and eight villages in this area, because he has seen many letters when they are delivered to the recipients, they look like treasures, Cen Ying knows that what he is sending is not just dead paper, but the concern and longing between relatives and friends who have been separated from the two places for many years and rarely get together.

"This postal route, back a total of more than 300 miles, a trip back and forth, generally takes five to seven days, to climb three mountains, to wade two rivers. Cen Ying patted his leg and said with a smile: "From the bridge to the bridge, you have to walk an extra twenty or thirty miles, and if you drip water, you can save this section of the road." A person carrying a big mail bag and wading through mountains and rivers is always boring and lonely, so I always want to arrive early, and if I have too much water, I will fall into a leg disease. Ten years ago, I felt that I couldn't run anymore, so I found Lao Zhang. ”

Cen Ying's story is a bit too ordinary, even old-fashioned, as boring as a road that has gone back and forth for five years or ten years. The alternation of two generations of postmen, the same feeling after taking the postal road, and the perception of what they saw and heard on the postal road, made Cen Ying and Lao Zhang become New Year's friends.

"I don't have to be lonely on the road, so when Lao Zhang approached this burden, I gave him Longhair, who is the second child's cub. Cen Ying smiled, and then, his eyebrows sank: "The second child is like me, he has a lot of water and goes." Speaking of which, I have not been treated as a dog, but as my family, on the mail road, dogs can not only accompany and relieve boredom, but also take care of each other, what pathfinder beasts, are first-class and powerful, and once, I met an ocelot cat in the mountains, my second child and the leopard dog fought a lose-lose fight, this is a life-saving grace...... It is estimated that the injury was too serious that time,

The second child is so young...... Dog, it's much simpler than a person, if you treat him well, he treats you better, if you treat him badly, he treats you well. ”

Feeling that he seemed to have digressed, Cen Ying smiled awkwardly, shook the ash of his cigarette and continued: "Lao Zhang is a veteran who has joined the army and fought in battles, and there are already many old injuries on his body. He's that person, he has a heavy temperament, he doesn't say anything, he doesn't hum when he hurts, but I can see that he can't run anymore. Alas......"

The tobacco leaves in Cen Ying's pipe pouch became shorter and shorter, knocked on the floor, and shook it, Cen Ying looked at Shi Nianyuan and continued: "Because of running this mail road, his family has always hated him, hated that he didn't have the ability to go out to earn money like other children's parents, hated that he couldn't buy him new clothes during the New Year's holiday, and hated that he spent more time with the mail bag than with his mother and him." A few days ago, I went to the town and told the town's postal department about this matter, saying that Lao Zhang was tired, and the postman was supposed to change every five years, but Lao Zhang had been running for ten years, and it was really time to change someone. However, it didn't surprise me, just as I said ten years ago that I couldn't do it, and the town's postal department dropped a similar sentence - such an easy job? Just find a wandering and idle man and do it? Alas......"

Speaking of this, Cen Ying couldn't help sighing, thinking that Shi Nianyuan would definitely not understand, so he felt more and more that only Lao Zhang, who had also experienced the mail road, could empathize with him.

Cen Ying extinguished his pipe, shook his head, and said with a smile: "Little stone, you listen to my old thing's nagging, I know these things, and they are probably nothing in your eyes." ”

Shi Nianyuan shook his head with a smile, straightened up, put his right fist on his left chest and said, "Salute to those who serve the people wholeheartedly." This action can be regarded as a military salute of the Thunder Empire, but since Shi Nianyuan did not get up, it seems extraordinarily half-tone and informal.

Cen Ying could see Shi Nianyuan's etiquette, he was stunned, and said with a smile: "All in all, I just want to ask you for a favor and help persuade Zhang Ga to follow Lao Zhang tomorrow and run on this mail road." ”

Shi Nianyuan pointed to his nose, Danfeng's eyes narrowed and smiled: "I, I'm just a passing outsider, why me?"

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