He also knew that Hou Baolin was only following him and didn't actually have anything to do with him.
It seemed that Hou Baolin had learned his lesson this time, and he chuckled, "Beiping, you're teasing me again."
Having suffered so many losses and been fooled so many times, he's not stupid.
Ye Beiping looked at the other person with amusement. After a long while, Hou Baolin even thought he hadn't wiped his eye boogers clean before Ye Beiping smiled and replied, "Let's go, let's go to the village entrance and wait for Fatty."
A few minutes later.
Upon arriving at the village entrance, Ye Beiping didn't rush to start the car.
After all, it uses gasoline, and gasoline costs money. Starting the car is essentially burning money.
Besides, refueling in the remote mountains is inconvenient. Since returning, Ye Beiping has only refueled once, and it took him more than 20 kilometers to refuel.
"Beiping, why aren't you warming up the car?" Hou Baolin asked curiously.
Jiang Hai, who was standing next to him, was also puzzled and was about to speak when Hou Baolin asked first.
Before, didn't we always start the car and let it run for ten minutes or so before leaving the house?
Ye Beiping looked at the two of them with amusement, pointed to the sky and said, "The weather isn't cold, and there's no ice. Why bother heating up the car? We heated up the car before because it was too cold, and we were afraid that the hot water pipes would freeze and burst."
"In this awful weather, nothing can even freeze, so what can be frozen?"
"oh."
Hou Baolin and Jiang Hai learned something new; they never imagined there was so much to know about cars.
I walked around the car once.
At that moment, Wu Di came running up, panting.
Let's go.
Ye Beiping then opened the driver's side door and started the car.
Wu Di asked the same question again, and Hou Baolin gave him a pretentious explanation, ending with the words: "Idiot."
"Hahaha."
This action made Ye Beiping and Jiang Hai laugh heartily.
Wu Di had never been tricked by Hou Baolin like this before; Hou Baolin was always the one tricking him. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and the more wrong he felt.
When the car was halfway there, Wu Di finally realized what was happening and pointed at Hou Baolin, saying, "Hey, monkey, didn't you just say that in Beiping?"
"This...where is it?" Hou Baolin's eyes darted out the car window.
Once Wu Di confirmed his guess, he immediately pounced on the other person and pinned them against the car window: "You still say you didn't? If you didn't, why are you hiding your eyes?"
The two of them soon started playfully fighting.
Ye Beiping, who was driving, was completely unaffected and continued driving as if nothing was wrong. As long as he didn't get hit, he could hit him however he wanted.
They even laughed and mocked.
Jiang Hai, sitting in the passenger seat, was very worried and quickly advised, "Stop fighting, don't affect Beiping's driving."
Upon hearing this, the two men stopped fighting, their hair disheveled.
They were all puffing up with anger.
Ye Beiping didn't think there was anything wrong with it; youth is what youth is all about.
"It's okay, it won't bother me while I'm driving."
Upon hearing this, the two actually believed it and started fighting again.
Jiang Hai glanced at Ye Beiping speechlessly. Seeing that the other party was still smiling, he could only turn his head to look out the window helplessly, but the corners of his mouth were curled up.
In this team, besides Zhou Xiaomei, Jiang Hai is the oldest.
Having passed the age of being able to joke around like Hou Baolin and Wu Di, seeing them like this evokes more of a sense of nostalgia for myself.
A dozen minutes later.
Ye Beiping parked his car at the post office.
The post offices of that era were very powerful. Although they did not have other ancillary services, they had a strong background as state-owned enterprises and were more dedicated to serving the people.
Unlike the express delivery services of my previous life, which wouldn't deliver here or there, or even to rural areas or mountains.
Nowadays, post offices deliver everywhere. Wherever there are people, they have a mission-oriented attitude. Regardless of wind or rain, regardless of whether the road ahead is blocked, they will deliver by carrying bicycles. Wherever you can walk, you will see them.
Ye Beiping came to pick it up because the delivery was a bit slow. The item had arrived in town, but it would probably take several more days to be delivered to Pingba Village.
Judging by the time, the drawings that Zhou Xiaomei sent yesterday should have arrived by now.
Upon entering the post office, Ye Beiping inquired about the details and gave his name and the address of Pingba Village.
The post office staff rummaged through a pile of things, searching for a long time.
Finally, Ye Beiping's things were found.
It's probably because of the Chinese New Year; they have a lot of things to carry, since they also need a holiday during the New Year.
After glancing at the name and address on the form, Ye Beiping thanked the person and left.
It was a yellow envelope, and he knew exactly what was inside, but he didn't open it on the spot.
Instead, Ye Beiping returned to the car and slowly opened the envelope.
I saw several sheets of white paper inside.
You can vaguely make out the general outline of the building he drew; the rest is just some basic architectural knowledge, which he doesn't understand, so he'll probably need to find a professional.
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