After eating morning tea, Han Chunlei and Zhang Xilu went down to the tenement building.

Han Chunlei had nothing to do, so he accompanied Zhang Xilu to Shekou Commune and settled the money for the corpse this morning.

By the time they returned to Hubei Village in a minibus, it was already noon.

......

Cao Tianjiao, who was far away in Changhe Commune in Hangzhou, bought a bunch of gifts from the supply and marketing cooperative, and rode a tricycle to Chaijiawu.

The road from Hongqi Village to Chaijiawu was still as bad as ever, so when he arrived at Chaijiawu, he was almost ready for dinner.

In this summer, Cao Tianjiao rode for more than 20 miles, and he was sweating all over his body.

Entering the village, there were seven or eight children chasing and playing in the barn at the entrance of Chaijiawu Village, Cao Tianjiao immediately got off the tricycle, fanned the wind with a straw hat, and waved to a few children on the edge of the barn:

"Eh, little girl, come, Abel will inquire with you about something, how to leave Han Chunlei's house, do you know that whoever leads me will have candy to eat. ”

As he spoke, he pulled out a handful of fruit candy from his coat pocket.

Fruit candy wrapped in colorful candy wrappers and exuding a fruity fragrance.

In this era when a piece of rock candy can make children happy, the attraction of a handful of fruit candy to children is simply at the level of a nuclear bomb!

In an instant, seven or eight children all gathered around.

"Brother Chunlei's family, I know!"

"His brother's name is Han Chunfeng, and he has a good time with me!"

"I also had a good time with the spring breeze! He helped the family with his work today, and he didn't come out to play. Abel, I'll take you!"

"Brother Chunlei's family is my family! The sugar is mine, don't rob it with me! Don't rob it with me!"

......

All of a sudden, seven or eight children surrounded Cao Tianjiao, all of them stretching out their little dirty hands to ask for candy to eat.

"Don't worry, it's all there, it's all there!" Cao Tianjiao smiled and divided a candy by himself, and said with a smile, "Since you all know where his house is, then take me with you! ”

"Okay!"

Surrounded by seven or eight children, Cao Tianjiao pedaled the tricycle slowly and leisurely, heading in the direction of Han Chunlei's house.

......

......

This morning, a young man from the post and telecommunications office of the commune rode his bicycle to Chaijiawu to deliver two urgent telegrams.

Both telegrams were sent by Han Chunlei.

A telegram was sent to his mother, Mao Yuzhen. In the telegram, he told his mother that he was safe, said that everything was fine, and left his current address. Finally, he left a message saying that he had remitted fifty yuan to his family, and asked Mao Yuzhen to pay attention to the recent remittance slip from the post office.

Another telegram was sent by Han Chunlei to Han Zhankui, the village party secretary.

The content is simple: the arrears borrowed from the south and the village have been sent, pay attention to the remittance form.

After Han Zhankui received the telegram, he immediately shouted: "My mother-in-law, ancestor!"

That's a full two hundred and twenty dollars in arrears!

How long has Han Chunlei been in Shenzhen?

Han Zhankui vaguely remembers that it seems that he has only been there for less than a month, right? This is enough to earn more than 200 yuan? The banknotes of more than 200 yuan have to be put on Chaijiawu, and ordinary villagers have to earn three or four years of work!

My dear ancestors, it's amazing!

Han Zhankui's daughter-in-law also hurried into the house when she heard the movement, she was illiterate, and after listening to Han Zhankui talk about the content of the telegram, she was also completely dumbfounded, and couldn't close her mouth in surprise.

She slowed down for a while before she slowly regained her composure and asked, "Master, is this Shenzhen really full of gold, can you pick up banknotes casually?"

"Just pick up a ghost, do you think that this Shenzhen banknote is cow dung and sheep in our fields? People are strangers in a foreign land, and if you want to make money, you have to have the ability! No wonder Chunlei is unwilling to stay in Chaijiawu as the deputy captain of the engineering team, this is a small temple that can't fit a big Buddha!"

After Han Zhankui finished speaking, he lit a cigarette roll, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled a long puff of smoke.

Han Zhankui's daughter-in-law asked curiously: "Master, how did you say that Chunlei's baby earned so much money?"

"Then how do I know, that's just one sentence on the telegram, and nothing else is said. ”

"Why don't we ask?"

Han Zhankui's daughter-in-law took off her apron, put it aside, and said, "Didn't Xiao Wu, who sent the telegram, say that there is still a telegram to Mao Yuzhen." Chun Leiwa can't not explain nothing to his mother, right?"

"Hmm...... That's the reason!"

Han Zhankui and his daughter-in-law didn't care about cooking, so they came to Han Chunlei's house together.

At present, the old houses of the Han family have already become construction sites. Mao Yuzhen, Chun Tao, and Chun Chun all live in the old hall next door that has just been repaired.

As soon as Han Zhankui and his family entered the gate of Mao Yuzhen's house, they shouted congratulations loudly, and shouted with a joyful face: "Sister Yuzhen, congratulations! I gave birth to a good son, and I made a lot of money just a few days after I arrived in Shenzhen." After that, you will enjoy great blessings. ”

Mao Yuzhen was sweeping the floor in the old hall, and when she heard this voice, she could hear that this was the old lady of the Han branch scrivener.

But she looked inexplicable, how did they know about this Chunlei sending money to the family?

Immediately, she walked out of the house with a broom and walked out of the house, and it was not only Han Zhankui's daughter-in-law who came to see it, but even Han Zhankui himself.

She secretly wondered, this ...... You can't be here to ask for debts, right?

"The branch secretary is here too?"

She first said hello to Han Zhankui, then shook her head at Han Zhankui's daughter-in-law, and said politely: "His sister-in-law, didn't he just remit fifty yuan to the family." It's not enough to pay off the village's debts, so what's there to congratulate. ”

However, Mao Yuzhen said so modestly, but the smugness at the corner of her mouth couldn't help but rise, and it was difficult for Han Zhankui's daughter-in-law to turn a blind eye.

Mao Yuzhen is really proud, her son went to Shenzhen for less than a month, and he remitted fifty yuan to his family!

Although this remittance slip is still on the way, it is enough to give Mao Yuzhen a long face.

This ability to make money, several times the entire Chaijiawu, whose son can compare?

Even if you, Han Zhankui, have been the village party secretary for decades, but is your son okay? Not at all!

Mao Yuzhen's pride, she can't hide it if she wants to, not to mention that she doesn't plan to hide it.

Han Zhankui's daughter-in-law really couldn't get used to her amazing energy, but she couldn't bear the curiosity in her heart and wanted to find out how Han Chunlei made money in Shenzhen, so she could only poke Han Zhankui lightly with her elbow and motioned for him to ask quickly.

But as soon as Han Zhankui finished Mao Yuzhen's showmanship, he had long forgotten the purpose of this trip, but asked seriously: "Do you mean that after Chunlei paid off the two hundred and twenty yuan in arrears in the village, he also remitted fifty yuan to you? It turns out that this baby earned more than two hundred and two." ”

"Yes, my son Chunlei sent me fifty yuan, but the remittance slip is still on the way...... Ang?Zhishu, you... What did you just say?"

Smack!

The broom in Mao Yuzhen's hand suddenly fell to the ground.

"You said that Chunlei also returned the money in the village?"

Suddenly, Mao Yuzhen's head suddenly buzzed, and it was completely insufficient.

Han Zhishu nodded heavily: "It's back, it's paid off!"

Mao Yuzhen said excitedly: "How many banknotes did my son Chunlei send back? Two hundred and two plus fifty equals two hundred and four ......."

"Mom, it's a mistake! It's two hundred and seven. At this time, Han Chuntao, who had already come out of the old hall, corrected.

Han Chunfeng, who was showing chickens, also came out, pulled ten fingers, and calculated: "Two hundred and two plus fifty is equal to two hundred and seven, and the difference of thirty is equal to three hundred!"

"Little three hundred, little three hundred! My son Chun Lei is really good and capable! It's a pity that your dead ghost father is so bad......

As she spoke, Mao Yuzhen, who was usually spicy and fierce in the village, suddenly had red circles in her eyes, her voice choked, and she held back her emotions, as if she could cry at any time.

......

Soon, less than a month after Han Chunlei went out, he sent the news of a small 300 banknotes back home, which spread throughout Chaijiawu like having wings.

It's not the farming season right now, and there are many idlers and lazy people in the village. More than an hour later, the small courtyard of the Han family was crowded with dozens of people, all of whom came to see the excitement and listen to the ancient lectures.

Even Han Zhanshui, who repaired the new house for Mao Yuzhen's family, also put down their work one after another, came to the small courtyard here, joined in the fun, listened to gossip, and wanted to learn skills.

In the small courtyard of the Han family, the villagers picked up the conversation and talked about Han Chunlei sending money to his family from Shenzhen.

You have a good relationship with Mao Yuzhen on weekdays, and after praising Chunlei for her ability, she also comforted Mao Yuzhen, saying that it has not been easy for her over the years, a widow has dragged three babies, and now she is finally bitter.

Mao Yuzhen listened, and her eyes turned red.

In addition to praising Chunlei's intelligence and ability, some villagers also praised Han Chuntao, who is a thrifty and capable sister, for the sake of her two younger brothers, and has not married yet. He also praised Han Chunfeng, who was only eight or nine years old, saying that he was sensible and obedient and knew how to work for the family, and reminded Mao Yuzhen that it was time to tear some cloth and make a pair of pants.

When Han Chuntao heard this, she couldn't hold back the grievances in her heart, and ran into the house with tears in her eyes.

Han Chunfeng also hid behind Mao Yuzhen shyly, and whispered to his mother to make pants for him.

Mao Yuzhen wiped her eyes, smiled and promised that she would make him pants when she turned around, two of them, and she could change them at any time.

However, there are also a few lazy people and village leprosy among the villagers who are discussing Han Chunlei, what are you doing in Shenzhen?

A lazy man said that in this year's situation, it is difficult to earn work, and it is even more difficult to earn money, but why is Han Chunlei a half-sized child, and his hair has not grown, so much money can be earned when he travels to Shenzhen?

Not to mention repaying the debt owed to the village, he also remitted fifty yuan to his family.

These days, there are fifty yuan, and lazy people dare to find a partner.

These words immediately resonated with many people.

At this time, a voice in the courtyard teased: "If you want me to see, Chunlei's speed of making money is no different from robbing money, it won't be going to Shenzhen to rob other people's supply and marketing cooperatives, right?"

"Hahaha......"

Suddenly, the courtyard was full of laughter.

But when Mao Yuzhen listened, she instantly exploded, "you! You just grabbed money! Your whole family grabbed money!"

After scolding, I saw her kick the ground, get up from the stool, grab the broom on the ground, and look for the person who spoke just now in the crowd: "I see which one ate in his mouth, so bad as my family's spring thunder?"

As soon as she was swooping, the crowd that was laughing just now instantly became silent.

Those lazy men and village lepers who spoiled the scenery were even more intimidating, shrinking their heads and obediently not daring to blow up the thorns.

Mao Yuzhen's combat effectiveness is recognized by the whole Chaijiawu.

Ordinary three or five village leper ruffians can't get close to her, and if it's one-on-one, she basically kills any village leper in seconds.

A few lazy men, you look at me, I look at you, consciously gave way and exposed the person who had just spoken to the air.

This person is none other than the accountant of the village department.

"It's you!" Mao Yuzhen looked at each other angrily and scolded: "The surname is Yu, believe it or not, the old lady tore up your gossip-loving mouth?"

Accountant Yu looked at Mao Yuzhen tremblingly, swallowed his saliva, and said nervously: "Aunt Yuzhen, I'm just making an analogy." Metaphor is a common figure of speech in literature, such as ......"

"Older than your grandma's!"

Mao Yuzhen carried a broom and rushed towards Accountant Yu.

Yu Accountant's reaction was not slow, and he ran away. While running, he was still shouting in his mouth: "Aunt Yuzhen, don't, don't." I'm using an analogy!

"Beat your mother's side, compared to your mother's head, the old lady hit you who lacked virtue in your mouth!

Mao Yuzhen was angry at this time, and the people present didn't dare to persuade thousands of people, so they watched the two of them go around the yard, one ran and one chased, one ran and took off his liberation shoes, and the other chased his hair.

Of course, there are also people who don't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and they can't clapp.

At this time, at the gate of the courtyard, several children shouted:

"Is Chunfeng's mother at home?"

"Chunfeng Mom!

"Sister Chun Tao, there are guests!"

"Spring breeze, your relatives are generous, share our fruit candy to eat!"

Following the voices of the children, Cao Tianjiao entered the courtyard of the Han family surrounded by them.

I'll go!

So many people.

It's so lively.

And the ...... of fighting.

Seeing that there was an unfamiliar face on the ground outside, Han Zhankui, as the village party secretary, was of course the most conscious and the fastest to react, so he hurriedly went up to pull the frame and shouted at Mao Yuzhen:

"Brother and sister, stop fighting, there's a guest at home!"

Mao Yuzhen was grabbed by Han Zhankui's arm, and Accountant Yu took the opportunity to get into the crowd and escaped from Han's house.

Mao Yuzhen looked at Cao Tianjiao in his five or ten years old, similar to his own age, but he was wearing a really good shirt and leather shoes on his feet, which was a bit of a cadre.

But she recalled carefully, and her family didn't seem to have such a relative.

She asked, "Who are you looking for?"

"You're Chunlei's mother, right?"

Cao Tianjiao bowed slightly and said with a smile, "I am Han Chunlei's partner in business, my name is Cao Tianjiao, and I came to visit Chaijiawu today." ”

"Our Chunlei business partner? Our Chunlei is doing business in Shenzhen, why is there a partner here?" Mao Yuzhen looked suspicious.

"Huh, Boss Cao, aren't you Boss Cao who runs a scrap yard in Changhe Commune? Why did you come to our Chaijiawu?"

Mao Yuzhen didn't know Cao Tianjiao, but Han Zhanshui, who helped his family build a new house, recognized who Cao Tianjiao was.

Accountant Yu, who had just escaped from the courtyard, did not run far, but leaned on the courtyard wall of the Han family to watch the excitement, he listened to Han Zhanshui's words, and took a closer look at Cao Tianjiao standing in the courtyard, and he was also surprised: "Why did Boss Cao come to the village? Why did he become a partner with Han Chunlei's kid?"