After lunch, Han Chunlei didn't stay at home.

Directly rode the 28 bars that my family just bought last month and went to Hongqi Village.

He promised Zhang Xilu to send five catties of pork to his second uncle's family.

Zhang Xilu didn't have a mother when he was drinking, and his father pulled him up. When he was thirteen or fourteen years old, his father drank too much wine in the winter and fell into the river and drowned.

Without his father and mother, he was a half-grown child, of course, there was no meal in his life, thanks to the benevolence of his second uncle, in those difficult years, saving rations helped him from time to time.

Therefore, Zhang Xilu told Han Chunlei more than once or twice that when he makes a fortune, he must give his second uncle a good life and support his second uncle to the end of his life.

As for their other relatives, Zhang Xilu didn't mention any of them.

Before returning from Shenzhen, Zhang Xilu gave Han Chunlei fifty-four yuan.

asked him to buy five catties of pork for four yuan, and handed over the remaining fifty yuan to the second uncle for storage.

Han Chunlei carried five catties of pork and found his second uncle's house according to the address given by Zhang Xilu.

His second uncle is in his fifties this year, has both children and is in good health, and his life is neither good nor bad, but in fact, there is nothing for Zhang Xilu to worry about.

Han Chunlei told the second uncle about Zhang Xilu's situation in Shenzhen.

After hearing this, the old man comforted him very much, saying that this child had a hard life when he was a child and had not lived a good life. Now that he has met Han Chunlei, he is a nobleman.

He had to let his son go out to buy wine, and he had to leave Han Chunlei at his house for dinner.

Han Chunlei refused again and again, and after putting down the pork and the fifty yuan that Zhang Xilu had confessed, he said goodbye and went home.

In winter, the days are short, and by the time he rode into Chaijiawu, it was already dark.

After arriving home, as soon as he stopped the 28 bars in the courtyard, Mao Yuzhen asked: "Where did you go before you came back?" Your Uncle Zhan Kui came to look for you at home, and he waited for you in the house for more than an hour, saying that there was something good! You hurry into the house, and your mother will go to the back to cook. Let Uncle Zhan Kui stay for dinner. ”

"Well, okay. ”

Han Chunlei entered the house and saw that Han Zhankui, the village party secretary, was sitting in his own hall.

Han Chunlei: "Uncle Zhan Kui, I went to Changhe Commune at noon, so I kept you waiting." ”

Han Zhankui said with a smile: "It's not a long wait, I went to the county in the morning, and I was busy until the afternoon before returning to Chaijiawu." ”

"My mother said, is there something wrong with me?" Han Chunlei gave Han Zhankui a cigarette and asked.

"Yes, it's a good thing. ”

Han Zhankui took the cigarette, struck a match and lit the cigarette, and said: "That's the case, don't the newspapers and broadcasts now say that reform and opening up have been carried out, then I wonder, do we have to keep up with the situation and reform and reform? I see that people in Hongqi Village have been installed for a long time. Therefore, the village also plans to install a telephone this year. ”

"Install a phone, this is a good thing!" Han Chunlei felt that Chaijiawu really needed a phone, every time he called from Shenzhen, he had to call Hongqi Village, and then let the people from Hongqi Village go to Chaijiawu and call Shenzhen the next day.

It's too much trouble, and sometimes it's not as fast as taking a telegram.

"You think it's a good thing, too?"

Han Zhankui nodded with a smile and continued: "However, I have also asked a few times in the county, and it is not cheap to install a phone. You also know the situation in our village, and there is really no money in the village account. So, Uncle came to you today to make your village contribute. ”

"Uncle Zhan Kui, you came here today to let me pay for the installation of a phone in the village?" Han Chunlei was slightly silent.

Han Zhankui said: "Chunlei, you are the most promising offspring of our Chaijiawu when you go out, Uncle hopes that you can support and give back to the village." ”

"Okay, you Han Zhankui!"

Mao Yuzhen suddenly appeared in the hall from the kitchen, carrying a big spoon in her hand, and said angrily, "The old lady just asked you what good thing you did to find my Chunlei, but you didn't say it! It turned out that you wanted our Chunlei to pay for it! This is a good thing for your mother's fart! Don't pay, don't pay, our Chunlei will resolutely not pay this money!"

"Sister Yuzhen, calm down. ”

Han Zhankui was suddenly killed by Mao Yuzhen, and he was so frightened that he ducked back, he knew that Mao Yuzhen, the mother-in-law, could do anything.

"Can't calm down! don't beat my family's Chunlei idea, and the pound of sugar you just took, as well as the bumper harvest, are all returned to the old lady!" Mao Yuzhen said and was about to get the things on the table.

"It's not. This is not the same thing as a sugar cigarette. ”

Han Zhankui hurriedly moved the things on the table inside, and said hurriedly, "Sister Yuzhen, you listen to me! ”

"Why don't you pay for nothing! One by one, I want to take advantage of our Chunlei! ”

"It's not in vain, it's really not in vain. Han Zhankui hurriedly explained, "Chunlei is doing business outside, so you always have to call home, right?

Mao Yuzhen smiled: "Then I won't install one in my own home, why are you cheaper?"

Han Zhankui said with a smile: "My sister doesn't know, this phone is only allowed to be installed by the public, and private people can't apply for it, and it's not easy to make it if you have money." ”

Mao Yuzhen was stunned.

Han Zhankui continued: "The money that Chunlei paid for the installation of the telephone in the village is even the phone bill paid in advance. When will your family run out of money, when will you call the village department and pay the phone bill. Won't it?"

"Pay the phone bill in advance?" Mao Yuzhen's face turned slightly pale, and she pointed at Han Zhankui with a big spoon and said, "Then you say, how many banknotes are you going to let my family Chunlei take?"

"I asked Hongqi Village about their expenses. You have to pull the phone line to install the phone, which costs a thousand in total. The county can subsidize half of it, and the village can take out a hundred, so Chunlei can give another 400. ”

"Four hundred, why did you come to my house to eat Tiannian?"

Mao Yuzhen went up again, and scolded angrily, "Han Zhankui, you can say it! Call for 400 yuan, when the hell do you have to call? 400 yuan, I keep it in the bank, how much interest do I get a year? Han Zhankui, you go to another house, don't beat my family's idea." ”

Han Zhankui smiled bitterly: "It's hard for other families to eat their stomachs, how can your Chunlei be rich?"

"That's not going to work either!"

Mao Yuzhen put down the big spoon and picked up the broom behind the door, which was about to use the broom to drive Han Zhankui out of the door.

"Mom!"

Han Chunlei was afraid that Mao Yuzhen would not be serious, so he made an accident, so he hurriedly stopped him.

To be honest, he didn't have much resistance to paying 400 yuan to help the village security department call.

Han Zhankui is right, he is doing business in Shenzhen, and he always has to call home. For all kinds of things about the family's purchase of tea, sometimes I need to call him.

After doing the tea business several times and having money in his hands, he also thought about calling his home Abe.

But when I asked, I found out,

In those days, because the country's technical strength was weak, the lines were very limited, and the telephone was a completely scarce resource. Usually, it is the public unit that installs the telephone, and as for the private person, unless it is a certain level, the telecommunications bureau will not give the telephone to the police.

So don't say that he has a phone at home, even his office in Shenzhen, it is impossible to install a phone.

Li Jiajun's Guangyuan Tea House was attached to the street, and he went through the declaration procedures through the street, so he barely had the qualifications to install telephones. Despite this, he also begged his grandfather to tell his grandmother for more than half a year before installing this phone.

He can now understand why those private companies are affiliated with state-owned units, because if they are not affiliated with enterprises, it is difficult to become bigger, and it is difficult to even install a telephone.

Now, now that he has the opportunity to install a telephone in the village, he can't help it. In fact, even if Han Zhankui didn't come to the door today, he was going to take advantage of the Chinese New Year to inquire with Han Zhankui about An's phone.

What's more, 400 yuan is not spent in vain, but it can also be used to offset the phone bill.

But my mother doesn't understand this, she is worried about money, and I'm afraid that it will be difficult to do ideological work.

After thinking about it, he looked at Han Zhankui and said, "Uncle Zhankui, I am from Chaijiawu, and I think it is an honorable thing to make some contributions to the village." But, after all, this is 400 yuan, not 4 or 6 yuan, and this is not a small amount of money! What my mother just said is true, if this is used to deduct telephone bills, when will it have to be deducted? So I thought, can we have a discussion, what about the 400 yuan bill? But what about the village, can we also think of some symbolic compensation for our family in other aspects?"

Han Chunlei said as he glanced at Han Zhankui.

Where else does Han Zhankui not understand, Han Chunlei is worried that Mao Yuzhen will not have a good time.

However, the compensation ......

He smiled bitterly and said, "Chunlei, if there is anything valuable in the village to compensate you, it won't open up to you and beat your personal idea." This symbolic compensation, I think ......"

He looked at Han Chunlei's young and immature appearance, and suddenly, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he hurriedly asked, "Chunlei, have you ever written an application for joining the party?"