After Zhou Yian packed up his things, he rode towards the state-owned hotel.
Although I still don’t recognize the road very well, as long as I remember the general direction, I can just walk around a few more times.
Zhou Yian arrived relatively early, but unfortunately, there were no particularly good dishes in the state-owned restaurant today, so he had to order a large plate of dumplings.
It’s stuffed with sauerkraut and meat.
tasty!
Taking advantage of the fact that there were few people around, Zhou Yian tried to get close to the older sister who was taking orders, and successfully packed three servings of dumplings in lunch boxes, each with a thin skin and large fillings.
It was just enough for her and Song Songbai's dinner.
When Song Songbai returned home, he saw the note and food that Zhou Yian had left for him.
"Husband, I'm going to the county to do some work. You can heat up lunch yourself."
Neat and correct regular script.
Song Songbai stared at Ai Xin for a while and sneered, not at her, but at himself.
I just know how to use these little tricks.
But...
After heating up the food, Song Songbai started eating by himself.
After lunch, it was time for Zhou Yian’s main event.
Go straight to Uncle Zhang’s county material management station.
The last story about the Anti-Japanese War has not been finished yet, and Song Songbai is about to become a tractor driver. She can't keep cutting grass for pigs, it would be too embarrassing.
I can only pick up my old job and write articles. Fortunately, I had some ideas last time.
Although it is relatively easy to be caught making remarks at this time, as long as you follow the quotations, there will not be any major problems.
Who can say that the Chairman is wrong!
As long as you are careful, there won't be any problem in submitting your work.
As soon as he entered the door, before Uncle Zhang got up from the recliner, Ah Huang came to greet him, wagging his tail.
Zhou Yian naturally started petting the dog without any hesitation. It would be a waste not to pet the dog that came to his door.
Uncle Zhang just looked at him with a smile, "You're here? How's the tractor repair going?"
"It's fine," Zhou Yian let go of the hands that were torturing Ah Huang and walked towards Uncle Zhang. Actually, calling him Uncle Zhang was a bit inappropriate because Uncle Zhang was obviously quite old.
I don’t know if it was due to the ravages of war or if he just looked old, but he was about the same age as the old man who drove an ox cart in the village. However, Ge Qiuze called him Uncle Zhang, so she followed suit. It must be a matter of seniority.
"Uncle Zhang, tell me more about your past." Zhou Yian came over, took a small stool and sat next to Uncle Zhang.
"Okay, it's rare that someone is willing to listen." Uncle Zhang was naturally happy. He even went into the house to pour Zhou Yian a glass of sugar water, took a bag of melon seeds, and moved a small table.
Zhou Yian looked at the small table of food and drinks in front of him and felt that Uncle Zhang was treating him like a child.
"Uncle Zhang, will it matter if we submit this story to the newspaper?" Zhou Yian asked him.
"It's okay. It's no big deal. If it can be reported, I'll be happy." Uncle Zhang replied.
Basking in the sun, petting the big dog, and taking notes, Zhou Yian felt a rare sense of leisure.
Sometimes she felt that Uncle Zhang was just like her grandfather before she traveled through time, simple, quiet but warm.
"An An, do you want to have dinner here? It feels a little late. We can ride our bikes back tomorrow morning."
"Oh no," Zhou Yian reacted and stood up immediately, "My husband is still at home."
"What's the big deal? How can a grown man get lost?" said Uncle Zhang.
Zhou Yian thought for a moment and said, "No, I still have to bring him some dumplings. I packed them at the state-owned restaurant for lunch."
Zhou Yian stood up and took out a portion of dumplings that he had specially packed for Uncle Zhang at noon. "Uncle Zhang, you don't have to cook dinner tonight. Just eat the dumplings I brought you."
Zhou Yian put the dumplings on the table and said, "I'm honoring you with this. Please give me some face."
Uncle Zhang took it and said, "The dumplings I made myself are also delicious. Don't bring them next time you come. I'll make them for you."
Zhou Yian responded with a smile, "Then I must try Uncle Zhang's cooking when I come over next time."
After saying goodbye to Uncle Zhang, Zhou Yian quickly got on his bicycle. It was indeed a little late, and by the time he got home, it might have been time for others to get off work.
I rode my bike panting heavily on the dirt road in the countryside, and I felt a little tired.
Zhou Yian, gathered all his strength and rushed home, trying to get home earlier than Song Songbai. This is called avoiding conflicts.
You can pretend that you came back after lunch.
The idea was good, but unexpectedly, too much time was spent with Uncle Zhang, so when he returned home, Song Songbai had already arrived home.
He greeted Xu Luyao who had just finished work with a smile, then ran into the house with his things.
Hu Yue saw Zhou Yian coming back on his bicycle and muttered, "I wonder what he's doing outside every day instead of going to work? I wonder if there's someone else out there?"
"Yueyue, An'an might have something to do," Xu Luyao frowned and answered her, "We can't talk nonsense."
Hu Yue lowered her head to hide her expression. Xu Luyao was becoming increasingly difficult to fool, and she didn't know what kind of magic potion Zhou Yian had given her.
Hu Yue said, "I know, Luyao, I'm just angry about the time Zhou Yian slapped me last time."
Xu Luyao also remembered, "Actually, An An is a pretty good person. Yueyue, why don't you go and apologize to her for what happened last time? Maybe she will forgive you."
Hu Yue was stunned when she heard this. What the hell? She went to apologize to others. Is Xu Luyao stupid? She meant for her to stand on her side.
"But I feel like she might be a bit fierce," Hu Yue explained briefly, "I'm afraid she might not accept my casual apology, so let's do it another time!"
Xu Luyao nodded, "Then I'll speak well of you and see if An Anyuan forgives you."
Hu Yue nodded while holding her breath, "Let's go in and eat too. The food is like this every day. I wonder when we can have time to go to the city."
"Then let's go when we can't wait for work." Xu Luyao also responded.
Zhou Yian entered the house and sighed. He hurried as fast as he could but still couldn't make it in time. It was because he couldn't see the road when he came back at night. For safety, he had to ride slowly.
"Honey, I'm back." Zhou Yian spoke first, "I brought some dumplings with me. Let's eat dumplings together tonight!"
Song Songbai frowned and said, "Don't come back so late next time. It's getting dark now. It's not safe."
"I know, I know." Zhou Yian knew he was going to say this, and she responded perfunctorily. Then, remembering that Song Songbai was concerned about her, she explained, "Uncle Zhang's story today was so interesting that I accidentally forgot the time."
Zhou Yian approached Song Songbai and touched his shoulder, "I won't do that next time."
It's really unsafe at night.
He chatted with Song Songbai about sending a package to his family.
"You didn't send a letter to Tian Ye, did you?" Song Songbai replied uncertainly.
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