Haizhuang Town is just an ordinary town under the jurisdiction of Pingchuan County, with a total population of only more than 100,000 people, which is still because of the Qinxi Rolling Equipment Factory, which moved here from the northeast. If the per capita income of the town is excluded from the part of the Qinxi rolling equipment factory, it is only at the level of the downstream in Pingchuan County. There are two streets in the whole Haizhuang Town, and the back street is the main street of Haizhuang Town before the Qinxi Rolling Equipment Factory moved. The post office in Haizhuang Town is located on this backstreet. A foyer of only a dozen square meters, as well as a pitiful three working windows, constitute the façade of the post office.

Although the scorching heat of July has not become unbearable due to global warming as in later generations, it is also difficult to dispel the heat in a room without air conditioning, relying on a simple fan. Zhou Yuanchao, who was sitting in the office, was already sweating and upset, and his brain was even more drowsy. I could only put down the book in my hand and walk slowly to the foyer of the post office. Except for the also sleepy staff in the window, there was no one in the room. Zhou Yuanchao sighed secretly in his heart, Haizhuang Town was not an industrial town, the industrial base is very weak, although later there was a large factory such as Qinxi Rolling Equipment Factory that can be ranked in the whole country to move in, but the town government is not able to govern at all, Qinxi Rolling Equipment Factory and its workers and the outside world mail exchanges, to a large extent, are directly handed over to the Pingchuan County Post Office, leaving Haizhuang Post Office is just some leftovers. However, the meager income of the farmers and the relatively closed environment determine that the annual work performance of the Haizhuang Post Office is really limited. Zhou Yuanchao is in such a place, it is really difficult to make some achievements.

Zhou Yuanchao, from this characteristic name, it can be seen that he was born in an approximate year. At that time, names full of political overtones such as aiding Korea, aiding Vietnam, supporting the army, and leaping forward could be said to be everywhere. He is 29 years old, a native of Pingchuan County, and one of the few people in the Pingchuan County Post Office with a high school degree. At the beginning of 83, he came from Pingchuan to Haizhuang Town Post Office as the deputy director of the temporary post for one year. As a young person who actively pursues progress, he naturally wants to make some achievements during this temporary position and add some luster to his resume. When he first arrived in Haizhuang, Zhou Yuanchao was gearing up, but now half a year has passed, and the scarce business has made Zhou Yuanchao's jihua all become leafless Ping, and he has been repeatedly frustrated, and he has no heart at that time. Now he only hopes that he can spend the remaining half a year safely and return to Pingchuan County.

Standing at the door, Zhou Yuanchao looked boredly at the pedestrians on the street. It's summer, and it's afternoon, and the bright sun shines on the empty streets with few people, giving off a suffocating heat wave. Suddenly, he noticed two men coming from the east side of the street, a boy who looked like he was only six or seven years old, and a young man who didn't look to be more than twenty years old, muttering as he walked over.

"Xiao Yuan'er, what are you going to do, it's such a hot day, you have to come over today, you can't wait for two days, find a time when it's not so hot." Besides, what are you doing at the post office? Could it be that you also want to collect stamps?" the young man's voice came faintly, and immediately attracted the attention of the extremely bored Zhou Yuanchao.

"I'm going to come today, uncle, if you're not happy, then I'll go by myself!" Fang Mingyuan's attitude was extremely firm, and he couldn't refuse at all. He remembered the first wave of monkey tickets, it seemed that just a few years later, it would be too late for him to collect monkey tickets at this time, and he would be able to drag the mud and water again.

"Do it yourself?" said it lightly!" Fang Bin muttered softly. Now if you go back and let the old man know that he left Xiao Yuan'er alone on the back streets of the town, he will definitely scold himself for blood.

The two who didn't pay attention to Zhou Yuanchao walked into the post office, Fang Mingyuan ran to the window in three steps and two steps, and shouted loudly: "Auntie, I want to buy stamps!" This sweet-mouthed, cute-looking child is generally more easily favored, and Fang Mingyuan will naturally be no exception. The staff at the post office, who was already bored and idle, immediately liked him. One of them, a middle-aged woman in her forties, poked her head out of the counter and smiled, "How much stamps are you going to buy?"

Fang Bin hugged Fang Mingyuan, his height was too low, and Fang Mingyuan couldn't reach the counter. "I want to buy a monkey ticket, Auntie, do you have it here?"

"Monkey ticket?" The middle-aged woman was slightly stunned and didn't answer. Most of the people who go to the post office to buy stamps are for sending letters, and few people will specify which type of stamps to buy.

Then someone at the counter said with a smile: "Sister Dong, he said that the zodiac stamp was issued two years ago." I think we had some, like in Curry. ”

Fang Mingyuan was immediately overjoyed in his heart, ouch my mother, it seems that God still takes care of himself, and hurriedly asked: "Is there a four-party company and a full-page monkey ticket?" At this moment, the people in the post office were even more surprised, this kid was quite professional when he spoke, and he also knew the four-party company and the whole page. Zhou Yuanchao couldn't help but be a little more interested, and said with a smile on the side: "Children, we have the Quartet Company and a full page of monkey tickets, how many are you going to want?"

Fang Mingyuan and Fang Bin turned their heads and looked at Zhou Yuanchao, and someone next to them smiled and said, "This is our Deputy Director Zhou." ”

Fang Mingyuan's eyes lit up immediately, the deputy director is good, and only with power can he do things better. "Uncle Zhou, how many do you have here?"

The more Zhou Yuanchao looked at Fang Mingyuan, the more he liked it, he also had a six-year-old son, but now he was in the county with his wife, and he didn't come to Haizhuang together, and he would rush back to the county town every week to spend the weekend with his family. Under this love house and Wu, for little boys of the same age, there is naturally a little more closeness. He touched Fang Mingyuan's head, smiled and said to Fang Bin: "This is your nephew, how old is it? ”

"Don't touch other people's heads, children are also dignified!" Fang Mingyuan dodged Zhou Yuanchao's hand in Fang Bin's arms, and said with a dissatisfied face, "Uncle is such a big person, he doesn't know a man's head and a woman's waist, you can't touch it!" There was silence in the post office, and then a commotion broke out.

"This kid talks like a little adult! Listen! A child has dignity, just like a child of his age. Sister Dong smiled so much that her face was about to bloom. The rest of the house chimed in.

Zhou Yuanchao was not angry, is the child unscrupulous, besides, his own children will come up with two words from time to time that make him cry and laugh, and he has long been used to it. However, his own son, what he said was undoubtedly a fairy tale, and it would only make people laugh and cry. The child in front of him said a lot of truth, which is refreshing.

"Haha, Director Zhou, don't care, my nephew often comes up with a few words that make my brother cry and laugh. Fang Bin forced a smile and said.

"It's okay, it's okay, kid. Zhou Yuanchao smiled and waved his hand, "I also have a six-year-old son, and sometimes he will say something that surprises me. I'm used to it. You're going to buy monkey tickets, how much are you going to want?"

"I want to buy at least thirty yuan!" Fang Mingyuan said loudly, and there was silence in the post office again.