She handed out a piece of workbook paper, a pencil, from the window, and said, "Write down what you're going to send on a piece of paper and give it to me." ”

Zhu Xiaohua took a pen and wrote on paper:

"Jia Liang, please go to my house quickly. Zhu Xiaohua. ”

After writing, he handed the paper to the staff.

When the staff saw the words on it, they realized that the situation was urgent, and immediately became serious and stopped chatting.

Behind the window, the sound of a telegraph "tick-tick" soon sounded.

In a short time, the report was completed.

There are fifteen words in total, and each word is seven cents, for a total of one piece and five cents.

Zhu Xiaohua handed the money in and asked, "How long will he receive it?" ”

The staff said: "The telegram is immediate, but the address you sent is from his unit. The local mailbox needs to be sent to his unit first, and then the unit will notify him personally. It can be half a day, a day, or three days. ”

Zhu Xiaohua was a little depressed, he didn't expect it to take so long to contact the individual.

Seeing his depressed expression, the staff reminded him: "Actually, when you wrote just now, you can not add punctuation, do not add those punctuation, and charge a lot less." ”

Zhu Xiaohua: "......"

That's not what I care about right now, is it?

After Zhu Xiaohua thanked her, he turned around and went out.

Shen Yue also sighed in admiration: "The telegram is seven cents a word, it's so expensive." One word, two popsicles are gone. ”

Zhu Xiaohua thought to himself, I don't know if Jia Liang can receive it in time, and he won't send a letter after so long.

I don't know what the situation is at home.

When I left, there was only a bag of flour and three catties of pork at home, and after so long, I don't know if Zhu Xiaoyan and Zhu Xiaoming had finished eating?

Thinking of his younger brother and sister picking up garbage in order to survive, and their hands and feet were cut, he couldn't help but feel sad.

If he can, he will take them first and keep them by his side.

After returning to the shop, accountant Xie Xiaoya came over.

She held a worn-out envelope in her hand.

After seeing Zhu Xiaohua, she shouted: "Brother Zhu, your letter." ”

Zhu Xiaohua was stunned, in this era, who will write a letter to him.

He wondered, was she mistaken?

He took the letter, a brown envelope, crumpled and crumpled, with an eight-cent crested ibis stamp in the upper right corner of the envelope, and the white crested ibis was hunched over and flying high.

The envelope reads To: Zhu Xiaohua, No. 12, Xuefu Road, Hongshan District, Lucheng City

The sender's column reads: Los Angeles Iron and Steel Works Art Troupe

Seeing the words of the Art Troupe, Zhu Xiaohua knew that most of the letters were sent by Jia Liang.

I thought, Jia Liang, this kid, really kept his promise, and he knew how to send me a letter.

He opened the letter and read it, and the letter paper was full of two pages, probably describing the situation after Jia Liang returned from Lucheng.

The letter wrote that after he returned, he went to Zhu Xiaohua's house, but the doors and windows of his house were closed.

When I asked the neighbors, they said that the two children had gone to relatives and were not at home.

He decided to come back in a few days.

The letter also said that he gave Jia Ting 200 yuan, and Jia Ting received the money and invited everyone to have a big meal, saying that next time there is such a competition, he will let Zhu Xiaohua go and enjoy his achievements.

Zhu Xiaohua was a little relieved when he saw that his younger brothers and sisters had gone to relatives in his letter.

But then I thought about it, my father and mother had passed away, and my family was outside of Los Angeles, so I didn't seem to have any important relatives.

If it is a relative in Los Angeles, the younger siblings will not go to the relative's house for a few days and not come back.

Thinking of this, Zhu Xiaohua became uneasy again.

His younger brother and sister are still too young, especially his younger brother Zhu Xiaoming, who has just turned eight years old, and he loves to be naughty and mischievous, so it is easy to cause trouble.

The signature at the end of the letter is none other than Jia Liang.

After reading the letter, Zhu Xiaohua looked at the postmark date on the envelope, July 13, which was already half a month ago.

Xie Xiaoya said: "This letter is crumpled, I thought it was an old letter that you didn't want Brother Zhu, but I didn't expect it to have been opened yet." ”

She found the letter today when she was sorting out the drawers in the Xuefu Road shop, and saw that the letter was crumpled and stuffed in the pile of workbook paper, which she originally thought was scrap.

In the end, after thinking about it, I decided to ask Zhu Xiaohua.

Zhu Xiaohua said: "The post office is too slow to send letters, from Los Angeles to Lucheng, it took half a month. ”

Shen Yue said: "It usually doesn't take so long. The distance between Los Angeles and Lucheng itself is not far, and it will inevitably arrive in three to five days at most. ”

Zhu Xiaohua was surprised again: "In other words, this letter was received more than ten days ago." ”

He suddenly thought that it was Li Shufen who was guarding the shops on Xuefu Road at that time.

After the woman received the letter, she threw it away without telling herself......

Xie Xiaoya said: "I found it in a drawer at the bottom of the accounting desk. ”

Zhu Xiaohua nodded and encouraged her: "You did the right thing, and you almost missed a big mistake." ”

Zhu Xiaohua thought hatefully, in this way, slapping Li Shufen, a stinky woman, is really not wronged at all, only hating that it was too late.

If I let her work for a few more days, I don't know how much I will be delayed.

Zhu Xiaohua unfolded the letter and read it again, the handwriting was written with a dark green pen, neat and clear.

He looked at the end from beginning to end, but he didn't find any information about his uncle Huang Ren.

He didn't know if Jia Liang had forgotten it, or if his uncle Huang Ren hadn't appeared at all during this time.

Theoretically, on the day Jia Liang returned to Los Angeles, the five-day period he promised to his uncle Huang Ren had expired, and he must have come to the door to ask for debts.

However, he was never heard of in this letter from beginning to end.

Zhu Xiaohua was a little confused.

Shen Yue asked, "Brother Zhu, it's okay over there in Los Angeles, I've already refunded your train ticket." ”

Although Zhu Xiaohua had many doubts, he thought that there was Jia Liang over there and those from the art troupe, so he had to put it down for the time being.

Zhu Xiaohua was a little unsure, and said hesitantly: "Los Angeles should be fine for the time being." ”

After putting down the letter, Zhu Xiaohua went to several small popsicle factories and gave the gap of 10,000 popsicles to the other four popsicle factories. 2,500 to each household.

He was still not at ease, so he found two popsicle factories in Los Angeles.

Both are two very small factories, the first one can only supply 500 popsicles a day, and the second one has just been pulled back and is still recruiting workers.

Zhu Xiaohua promised the two of them that he had booked all the popsicles produced by the factory in the next half month.

First, this can stabilize the supply of goods and prevent the Lucheng River Popsicle Factory from suddenly running out of stock one day.

Second, it can prevent other merchants, especially vendors like Lao Qiao's family, from sneaking up and robbing their own supplies.

Thirdly, booking popsicles in advance can encourage these small factories to actively put into production and include them in their camp.

However, the two factories were still too small, and Zhu Xiaohua decided to set up his own popsicle factory to compete with the Luchenghe popsicle factory.