There is no harm without comparison. Two envelopes are placed together. One is so thin that it looks like there is no paper inside, and the other one looks like a little man is stuffed in it.
"What do you mean? What does this mean?" Zeng Youqian touched the two envelopes, picked them up and put them in front of his eyes, comparing their thickness exaggeratedly, "The bastard has nothing to say to us, and he hasn't even got married yet..."
"Old bastard, are you stupid?" Chen Yumei got angry upon hearing this and slapped her husband. She had been so happy to come out because her husband said that their son had sent a letter, but now the atmosphere was gone. "Are you still jealous of Xiuzhi? You are living like a dog at your age..."
"No, no, no, I'm just kidding!" Zeng Youqian immediately explained with a wry smile, "I'm testing you, I really don't mean that, I'm just testing you because I'm worried that you might have some ideas."
Just now at the door, Zeng Youqian saw the envelope and was worried that his wife was upset, and worried that her son would forget about her after getting married.
So, Zeng Youqian deliberately said this to scold his son in advance.
Chen Yumei was angry: "Am I that kind of person? People are all made of flesh and blood. We are good to Xiuzhi, and Xiuzhi is also good to us. We don't have such evil thoughts... Look at what my son said. By the way, this envelope is too thin. Xiuzhi's is several times thicker than ours. Could it be that my son put the letter to us in the wrong place..."
"......"
The couple could not wait to go into the house and started opening the letter at the door. They did not notice at all that Yan Bugui had come home, walked to the door without saying a word, pretending to look at his flowers, but actually observing what they were doing.
Just as Yi Zhonghai, who has a good grasp of human nature, said, in the three months since Zeng Wangcai went to the army, the neighbors' attitude towards the Zeng family has changed drastically, with Yan Bugui being the most representative.
Seeing that Zeng Wangcai was not at home and there was no benefit to be gained, Yan Bugui, who also saw that Yi Zhonghai was isolating the Zeng family, gradually distanced himself from the Zeng family and would at most nod to them when they met.
Now that he had seen the opened letter that Zeng You’s ex-couple had sent me, he knew that it must have been written by Zeng Wangcai, and he wanted to find out more information.
Zeng Youqian opened his son's letter and pulled out a piece of paper from it: "It's really just one piece of paper..."
Yan Bugui almost died of laughter. Even with his shortsightedness, he could see the difference between the two envelopes.
"Tell me quickly, what is it?" Chen Yumei asked anxiously. Her son had been away for three months, and she was the one he missed the most.
"Hello, Mom and Dad, I'm fine, Xiaobao is fine too, don't worry, I'm the platoon leader now, I'll try to come back for the New Year..."
"What's next? Read it quickly!"
"Down below...down below, that's all, that's all!"
You bastard, don't let me receive your letters in the future. You are really causing trouble. The envelope is thin, but there are only a few words. I am too embarrassed to look it up in the dictionary...
Zeng Youqian carefully checked his wife's face.
Neither of them noticed that the kettle in Yan Bugui's hand had frozen, and water was dripping down, wetting their feet.
Chen Yumei got angry this time: "This kid has only written one letter in three months, and his letters are only one sentence long. Will his hands break if he writes more, or does the army not give him ink? Youqian, when you reply to his letter, put some money in it and tell him that it's for buying ink for him. See if he's embarrassed."
"Okay... I'll listen to you." Zeng Youqian didn't want to get into trouble now.
Yan Bugui finally couldn't help it, threw away the kettle and ran over: "I'm telling you two, do you know how to focus on the main point? Primary school students can grasp the central idea, but you two are just arguing about the long and short things. Is this important? Look, 'I'm a platoon leader', this is the main point."
He was so anxious that he didn't even think about how a new recruit who had just been in the barracks for three months and had just finished his rookie year became a platoon leader.
Zeng Youqian was slightly stunned, lowered his head to read the letter again, and then rubbed his eyes: "Yumei, it's true... the boss is now the platoon leader."
"Platoon leader? A platoon leader is an official, right? How high is his rank?" Chen Yumei didn't understand, but finally got the point.
"A platoon leader is a big boss!" Yan Bugui explained to Chen Yumei, "He manages more than 30 people, three squads in total, and is a grassroots cadre in the army. He gets paid, I think it's 52 yuan a month. By the way, when your Wangcai was in the steel mill, he didn't get that much."
My goodness, everyone thought that Zeng Wangcai's career was going downhill by joining the army and it was not as good as working in the steel mill.
Now what?
He quietly became a platoon leader, earning more a month than a steel mill worker, and it's only been a short time...
"Uncle, you are joking. Money doesn't matter. As long as the child has a future, that's enough. Let's get busy..." Chen Yumei smiled and pulled Zeng Youqian away. She said in a tone that made Yan Bugui hate her, "Come in, come in. Let's make dumplings today to celebrate. It's a pity that Xiuzhi is not here. If she were here, she would definitely be very happy..."
What is other people’s children?
Zeng Wangcai is like this at this moment. In Yan Bugui’s eyes, if his family had a child who could be half as good as Zeng Wangcai, he would wake up laughing in his dreams.
He thought that after his eldest brother went to the steel mill, things would gradually get better. Now they are indeed a little better, but there is no comparison. As long as they are compared with Zeng Wangcai's family, they cannot survive.
Picking up the kettle, Yan Bugui went into the house dejectedly. Zeng Wangcai's being a platoon leader was different from fishing. There was no way to calculate and take advantage of him.
"Dad, what's wrong? He looks like an eggplant hit by frost!" Aunt Yang Ruihua found something wrong.
"What's the matter? Look at Zeng Wangcai, and then look at our boss." Yan Bugui said angrily, "The boss is just a small clerk, and Zeng Wangcai is the platoon leader."
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