Wang Peng drove his three-wheeled motorcycle for over 100 kilometers before finally arriving at the steel mill's residential compound in the provincial capital.

"This car is really uncomfortable." He rubbed his aching lower back and said, "Sister Fang, brother, you must have suffered a lot on this journey."

"It's alright, much more comfortable than taking the train," Chen Qingshu said.

"This is a free ride, so let's not talk about comfort or discomfort," Li Fang said, rubbing her lower back.

Riding in a three-wheeled vehicle is definitely not as comfortable as riding in a Santana.

"Once I make money, I'll buy a car right away." Wang Peng pulled out the car keys and followed Li Fang upstairs.

"You should save up to buy a house first. Even if you buy a car, there's no need to buy a Santana, a Xiali will do," Chen Qingshu said.

The Xiali isn't cheap either, costing around 60,000 to 70,000 yuan.

The three went upstairs. The second uncle, Li Guixi, worked at the steel rolling mill, while the second aunt, Zhao Li, stayed at home taking care of the children.

"Ah, ah!"

When my little cousin saw Wang Peng, he immediately reached out his hands for a hug.

"This little guy, he must be a year old by now," Wang Peng said with a smile, holding him in his arms.

“He’s a little over a year old,” Zhao Li said. “This little guy is shy around strangers, but I didn’t expect him to let you hold him so willingly. That’s really nice.”

“This shows that my little brother and Peng have a good relationship.” Li Fang took her younger brother from Wang Peng’s arms and said, “Stop teasing your cousin, he’s been driving all day and he must be tired.”

It's lunchtime now, so Zhao Li immediately went to the kitchen to cook.

Wang Peng went in to help. "Auntie, is Uncle's job going well?"

"That's fine." Zhao Li glanced at her digital watch and said, "Stay one more night before you leave. Your second uncle misses you."

"I'll stay another day; I have a lot of business to attend to," Wang Peng said.

"I heard from your sister Fang that your stationery business is doing very well. Xiaopeng, how much do you earn in a month?" Zhao Li asked softly.

Wang Peng held up one finger, "When things are good, I earn a thousand a month; when things are bad, I earn seven or eight hundred."

“That’s great, that’s excellent.” Zhao Li was genuinely happy and said, “Your second uncle only earns five hundred yuan a month, you’ve really impressed him.”

The average salary in the provincial capital is 400, and 500 is considered a high salary.

At this point, Zhao Li turned to look outside the door, "Luckily, Xiao Fang followed you to make a living back then, otherwise she definitely wouldn't have met Qing Shu."

"That's not necessarily true," Wang Peng laughed.

In their past life, Li Fang and Chen Qingshu were husband and wife.

It's just that their marriage happened earlier and more smoothly in this life.

"Xiaopeng, are Xiaofang and Qingshu staying at your house?" Zhao Li glanced outside the door again, afraid that they would hear her.

“Yes, they live at home most of the time, and occasionally go to the teachers’ dormitory at the school,” Wang Peng said.

"Did they..." Zhao Li suddenly blushed, turned around and closed the kitchen door.

“It’s been more than half a year since we got married, and Fang’s belly still hasn’t shown any signs of pregnancy. I’m so worried,” she added.

Wang Peng understood; his second aunt wanted him to find out what the couple was thinking and why they didn't want children yet.

"Aunt, you should ask Sister Fang directly. It's not appropriate for me to ask," Wang Peng politely declined.

It's bound to be awkward when my cousins ​​talk about private matters.

After thinking about it carefully, Zhao Li realized that this made sense, so she stopped discussing the topic.

My second uncle didn't come home for lunch.

My aunt cooked four dishes, two meat and two vegetable, and also a bowl of egg drop soup.

After dinner, she took Li Fang to the bedroom to whisper to each other.

Wang Peng and Chen Qingshu were watching TV in the living room, and it turned out to be the Romance of the Three Kingdoms, which has provided countless memes for netizens.

Boss Cao said to Zhang Xiu's aunt, "I wonder if the lady would be willing to share a bed with me tonight?"

"Haha." Wang Peng laughed directly.

Chen Qingshu was a little embarrassed and scratched his head, "Cao Cao went a bit... too far!"

"Brother, aren't you and Sister Fang planning to have a baby anytime soon?" Wang Peng turned up the TV volume slightly with the remote control.

Chen Qingshu was taken aback, then nodded. "We are indeed using contraception. Xiaofang and I both have our own careers, and we both want to focus on building them first."

Wang Peng scratched his head.

Li Fang runs a stationery store, and Chen Qingshu is indeed very busy.

"Okay, my second aunt brought up this topic earlier, so I just asked casually." Wang Peng stopped there, not wanting to interfere too much in their private affairs.

"Brother Peng, aren't you going to see Mingzhu?" Chen Qingshu changed the subject.

“We’ve been corresponding, so I know about her situation, and she knows about mine.” Wang Peng glanced at his watch and said, “Time is too tight, I’ll go to the stationery factory to stock up.”

"Do you want me to come with you?" Chen Qingshu stood up.

"No need, I'll go back to Ping'an County after I finish buying the goods."

Time is too tight, the journey is a bit far, and it will definitely be dark when I get home.

Chen Qingshu took out fifty yuan, "This money is for you to keep going."

"Forget it." Wang Peng turned and left. "Tell my aunt and Sister Fang that I'm leaving."

I went downstairs, started the three-wheeled motorcycle, and headed straight for Jiajia Stationery Factory in the suburbs.

When I arrived at the stationery factory, I was stopped by traffic police officers who checked my driver's license and vehicle registration.

Wang Peng showed them his documents and was quickly allowed to pass.

"Are you Wang Peng, a high school student in Ping'an County?" a young traffic policeman asked.

Wang Peng nodded. "Officer, do you recognize me?"

The young traffic policeman smiled slightly and pointed to his work ID, "I am Li Mingzhu's uncle."

The name on the work permit is Li Keyong.

"Hello, Uncle." Wang Peng hurriedly shook hands with him.

He doesn't need to be called Li Keyong yet.

"Xiao Peng, are you going to the stationery factory to buy supplies?" Li Keyong pointed to the stationery factory next door.

"Yes, I'm here to buy some goods," Wang Peng said. "There's a restaurant over there, shall we go grab a bite?"

"No need, you go to Mingzhu's house tonight, and we'll have a good drink together," Li Keyong said.

"Uncle, I'm so sorry, I've been very busy with business lately," Wang Peng said.

"Then let's do it another day." Li Keyong patted him on the shoulder and laughed, "Good luck, young man, I believe in you."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, then Wang Peng started his motorcycle and prepared to leave.

Suddenly, Li Keyong grabbed Wang Peng's arm, "Wait a minute."

He turned around and went back to the police van, opened the door and took out some reflective strips.

“The lights on the motorcycle aren’t working, which makes it easy to get rear-ended at night. Put these on.” Li Keyong tossed the reflective strip into the truck bed.

"Thank you, Uncle." Wang Peng hurriedly took out his wallet. "How much? I'll take it."

These are items from the traffic police station; he didn't want to put Li Keyong in a difficult position.

"Nonsense, these are given out for free," Li Keyong laughed. "Go on with your work, let's go over for drinks another day."

At this moment, another three-wheeled motorcycle was stopped for inspection.

The two said no more, and Wang Peng drove to Jiajia Stationery Factory.

I had just parked my car when I heard a sound behind me.

Looking back, it was the same motorcycle that had been stopped and inspected earlier.

When the car arrived, Wang Peng asked, "Comrade, are you here to buy goods too?"

“Yes.” The young driver pointed to the reflective strip on Wang Peng’s vehicle. “This thing costs thirty yuan. The provincial capital requires all three-wheeled cars and three-wheeled motorcycles to have it affixed.”

Wang Peng was taken aback. He took a few steps and looked at the back of his car. Sure enough, there were reflective strips on it.