Chapter 6 Going to the Town

At noon, the uncle and his cousin, Rongrong, went home. Compared with the other three uncles, the eldest uncle who was a soldier is more upright and is also Feng Yiping's favorite uncle. I remember that when he was a child, he often ran to grandpa's house, because grandpa's family had four uncles, which were very fun, and his favorite was the uncle. When my uncle came back from the army, he brought a five-pointed star on his military cap and a few bullets to remove the gunpowder. This was a rare thing for children at that time.

However, the uncle was also the first to get married. After he got married, it would be difficult for him to stick behind his uncle.

Usually, my grandfather started the fire alone, and everyone ate together at noon today. My uncle went to weigh some meat, and my aunt cooked egg noodles. Because the noodles were not very hungry, I fried scallion pancakes.

In the afternoon, my uncle and the others still went to the mountain, and they still left their youngest son to their grandfather.

Even with my grandfather, it's still hard to say it if you want money. After hesitating for a long time, Feng Yiping said it after deliberation.

Mei Jianzhong was very surprised. A child who has just graduated from elementary school may not be able to tell a long story clearly, let alone write a story?

When he saw that Feng Yiping took out the stack of manuscript paper made from the workbook, and there were words on it, he believed it.

Pulling out the reading glasses from the drawer, he looked carefully from the beginning.

Rarity was also tired from playing at this time, Feng Yiping took him in his arms and patted him on the back slowly and gently, and the little guy fell asleep after a while.

It took more than an hour for Mei Jianzhong to read the novel carefully. He has no literary attainments, so he can't say whether it's good or bad, but at least, the story makes sense. Although the story is about the rural areas in the northwest, the rural areas in the northwest and the central areas are all impoverished villages at this time, and many things in the story can be found around you.

As for whether the magazine will publish the works of his grandson, he is not sure. However, at such a young age, the grandson made such efforts in order to reduce the burden on the family, which is very commendable. Even if it can't be published in a magazine, it's a dream to buy a child.

At the same time, Feng Yiping could write novels of tens of thousands of words at a young age, just after graduating from elementary school, which made Mei Jianzhong very proud.

He took off his glasses and folded the manuscript paper, afraid of waking up his grandson, and whispered, "Yiping, you are doing this very carefully, and it is not easy. Grandpa is very happy. Tomorrow morning, we will go to the town, don't worry about money. , Grandpa still has this money."

Although Feng Yiping expected this, he was still very happy. If his grandfather did not agree, it would be even more difficult for his parents to agree.

He wanted to say some words of thanks, but in the countryside, his feelings were more restrained, and the words were too formal, but he felt it was false. That's why I thought of writing something. If I get fancy, I can help my parents to share some of the burden. You know the situation at home, and I have no money, so I can only find you. "

The more he looked at his grandson, the more he fell in love with Mei Jianzhong. He said with a smile on his face, "It's good that you can think so much at a young age. Your grandfather is also your relative. If you encounter trouble in the future, it's hard to find your parents. Come and tell me."

The next day, my grandfather took out the fifty dollars wrapped in a handkerchief from the small box on the top of the closet, and said to my uncle, and the two grandfathers and grandsons walked towards the town.

Although the uncle is a little confused, what are you doing in the town when you have nothing to do? I didn't ask in detail, I just asked if I wanted to send them by bike, but two people, he couldn't take a car with him, so he had to give up.

Rongrong was okay, Rarity was crying and wanting to follow, but it was very difficult for one old and one young to hold a restless little guy like him back and forth for dozens of miles. Mei Jianzhong squatted on the ground, promising to buy him candy and a pistol, before Rarity stopped crying.

But as soon as they stepped out of the house, Rarity started crying again. Aunt hugged her, put her pillow on her lap, and slapped her butt twice, "Why are you crying, you're not obedient, right?"

The little guy's voice became louder, and Feng Yiping and the two had to speed up.

Although it is close to the provincial highway, there are long-distance buses and trucks passing by. There are no cars in the town. At this time, there is no privately bought tricycle or van to solicit customers. In the past, people used to walk, but now they ride bicycles. .

The road has been re-rectified. The original road was by the river, and now some curved places have been straightened as much as possible. The grandfather and grandson walked, and the scenery by the river was better and cooler. In those places that had been changed, my grandfather took him along the old road by the river. Maybe, for my grandfather, these old roads are more familiar and kinder. Bar!

Wuli'ao Town is a very prosperous town. She used to be just a town, but now the four surrounding townships have been streamlined and merged into Wuli Au, so even in the county, it is considered a big town. After more than 20 years, her land price is no lower than the county seat.

In the original Wuli'ao Town, although it was on the provincial road, the houses were concentrated on one side of the road, and there was still a gap of hundreds of meters from the road. Now there are houses on both sides of the road, the newly built department store is also on the roadside, and there are farmers' markets and bazaars. Therefore, the provincial road has become the main street of Wuli'ao Town, quickly replacing the old town. Commercial function of the street.

In addition to various shops, there are various stalls on both sides of the road, but it is midsummer and it is noon, there are not many people on the street, and the hawkers are also sleepy.

If there is a New Year or a festival, it will be called a lively, and it will be called a crowd! BJ's Wangfujing, what's the point of moving criticism! What about Nanjing Road and the City God Temple in Shanghai, they must be the ones who are willing to bow down!

The hawkers are standing on the road doing business. The stalls are one by one. The people who buy things are one by one. Motor vehicles and non-motor vehicles can only walk from here carefully. Don't say 70 yards. code try?

For the first time, Zhang Yan and Feng Yiping went home for the Chinese New Year. As soon as the car entered the town, they could only speed up. It felt that the car was not moving, but that the people around were carrying the car. Zhang Yan sighed at the time, "When I listened to Andy Lau's concert in Wenzhou, I thought that the population density of the gymnasium was the largest, but now it seems that it is too late!"

The Xinhua Bookstore is at the far east of the town, next to the station, with a facade, and it is not displayed on open shelves. Everything is placed on the counter and in the cabinets against the wall.

In the eyes of Feng Yiping when he was young, this place is not an ordinary place. His signboard is written by ***, and all the books and stationery he sells are related to knowledge. Moreover, the things here are generally Don't bargain. For Feng Yiping when he was a child, this was not just a bookstore, but an existence like a palace.

Of course, for the current Feng Yiping, who is used to seeing bigger and more luxurious bookstores, this store is very simple.

Behind the counter sat a middle-aged man in blue short sleeves and gray hair, reading a book in his hand, when he heard a noise, he raised his head, saw his grandfather and Feng Yiping, and greeted with a smile, "Come on, uncle, Is this your grandson?"

Even in a state-owned enterprise like Xinhua Bookstore, because in the town, the employees are all nearby people, and the people who turn around are all acquaintances. Therefore, at least these state-owned enterprise employees in the town have a completely different attitude towards customers than the county. colleagues in the city. If you neglect someone for a while, maybe your parents, relatives and friends will come to you the next day, and the person you treat rudely is mine.

Therefore, their attitudes are very good, and the service is not blunt. Instead of asking you what you want to buy, they will ask you to do homework first.

"Oh, this is my eldest grandson." Grandpa said with a smile, Feng Yiping said obediently, "Hello, uncle!"

The middle-aged man praised him, "This kid is really polite. What grade are you in?"

Grandpa took over the conversation from the side, "It's the first year of the first year of school. I want to buy some manuscript papers and pens today, Yiping, what else do you want to buy?"

Feng Yiping asked, "Uncle, is there a magazine called "Harvest"? The language teacher in our class said that this magazine is very good."

The middle-aged man scratched his head, ""Harvest", it seems there is, but it's definitely not available this month, I'll help you find it."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't have to be this month."

After a few minutes, a thick book was dug out from a pair of books at the foot of the cabinet by the wall and handed to Feng Yiping, "June issue, look at it."

"thanks,"

Feng Yiping took the magazine and slowly turned it over from the beginning. In fact, the key point was to look at the mailing address. The address was easy to remember. He was afraid that the zip code would be wrong. It happened that the middle-aged man greeted his grandfather to pick a pen, so he took a pen and dipped it with the tip of the pen. I put some ink on it, said whether it was good or not, and wrote the zip code in the palm of my left hand. Then I said it was good. I asked my grandfather how it was. My grandfather bought it for him. He said yes, then choose that one.

After buying three more manuscript papers, Feng Yiping smiled apologetically at the middle-aged man and handed the magazine to her, "Uncle, I still don't understand this book now, trouble!"

The middle-aged person thought that this was not read by a child who has not yet entered the first year of junior high school, but he didn't realize that he had it. "It's okay, if you want to buy a reference book next time, come over and find your uncle. If you don't have it, uncle will help you order it."

"Okay, I'll definitely trouble you then!"

Over there, Grandpa looked at the schoolbag hanging on the wall and wanted to buy one for Feng Yiping. Feng Yiping went over to persuade him, "Grandpa, I really don't need it. We all live on campus and we don't need it."

"Isn't it really useful?" Feng Yiping nodded, grandfather no longer reluctantly. After checking out, the manuscript paper was five pieces per piece, and the pen was three pieces, a total of seven yuan five pieces. Feng Yiping held the manuscript paper in his hand and walked out with his grandfather. , the middle-aged man was still polite behind him, "No more sitting and drinking?"

After coming out of the bookstore, my grandfather brought Feng Yiping to the clothing stall in the bazaar, and insisted on buying him two clothes, a sea soul shirt and a white undershirt with a five-pointed star printed on the chest, costing a total of 11 yuan , Then, I bought a small plastic pistol at a street stall, and bought two taels of fudge, also known as five catties of local pears. The grandparents and grandchildren slowly walked back along the road, walk fast, and return Can catch up with lunch.

When fast-forwarding, Mei Jianzhong paused and tucked two undershirts, one was tucked into his waist and pressed against his stomach. He was wearing a dark gray shirt, which could not be seen from the outside, and the other was in a black plastic bag. Wrap it, roll it into a small cylinder, put it at the bottom of the plastic bag with the manuscript paper, and put the pen in the pocket. Feng Yiping understood that my grandfather was worried about my uncle and the others, especially when my aunt saw the clothes, they would have something to say.

Knowing that they would be back at noon, uncle and their meals were ready, Rongrong waited in front of the door with Rui Rui, and when she saw them, she ran over happily, "Grandpa, I want candy."

Grandpa took a handful from the bag and handed it to him, "These are all yours, look, what else?"

"Pistol!" Holding the candy in one hand, he hit his sister with the pistol in the other, with a "dudu" sound from his mouth.

Rongrong took the bag of candy, and grandpa walked towards his uncle's house with a pear in one hand and Rarity in the other.

As soon as we entered, Uncle laughed and said, "Oh, back! Rarity, I've eaten all the candy."

Auntie glanced at it and said, "I'm back, the meal is ready. Yiping, what did you buy?"

Feng Yiping deliberately showed a part of the manuscript paper, "Grandpa bought me three letter papers."

Grandpa put the pears down at this time and said, "Yiping, let's wash our face first, then eat, you are hungry!"

Feng Yiping walked to the next door with his grandfather in his arms.

Next, Feng Yiping spent two days transcribing the novel onto the manuscript paper. He wrote it very slowly, for fear that if he wrote too fast, he would make mistakes and waste a piece of paper.

After he wrote one, my grandfather checked one with his glasses.

The day before the start of school, my grandfather accompanied Feng Yiping to the town post office, full of hope, and sent two registered letters.

It was easier to go home this time, the two of them were empty-handed and chatted while walking.

After returning home, we ate together, uncle and the others still went to work in the fields, leaving Rarity at home. When they were all gone, Rarity was still sleeping, and Feng Yiping was about to go home. Grandpa wrapped his clothes for him and was going to give him 5 yuan. Feng Yiping said nothing. Grandpa had to put the money away, thought about it, and said to Feng Yiping, "Grandpa doesn't understand such things as novels and literature, but you think that there are so many people in the country who can publish their own writing in books. If this time, you don't get your wish, don't be discouraged, keep working hard, okay!"

Feng Yiping said with a smile, "I understand, Grandpa, I'll come to see you during the holidays."

"Okay, be careful on the road."

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