"Here comes the postman! Here comes the postman! Chen Zhiqing has your letter and parcel slip."
At noon, just after finishing her meal, Chen Qiangwei was thinking about life in the yard. She was thinking about how to break out of this weird circle where she had to work as soon as she opened her eyes, and had to go back into the space to work again after coming back late at night.
The noise of the children brought her back to reality. Chen Qiangwei raised her wrist and looked at it, only to realize that she had been in a daze for a long time. It was already half past one.
Listening to the chirping sounds outside, Chen Qiangwei returned to her room and grabbed a handful of fruit candies. Each piece of fruit candy cost one cent and was the cheapest candy she had.
She had a big bag, probably weighing three pounds, which was prepared for her by her aunt-in-law in exchange for sugar coupons from her colleagues, saying that she would need it when she went to the countryside to interact with the villagers.
Sure enough, my aunt was the one who had foresight.
When I pushed open the gate, I saw seven or eight little kids standing outside, all of them looked to be about five or six years old.
"Chen Zhiqing, there's your letter and parcel list. My grandfather told you to go pick it up quickly."
The speaker was a bald six-year-old. When he opened his mouth, one could see a missing front tooth, a black hole in his mouth, and his voice was a bit lisp. He was Gu Aiguo's grandson and the youngest son of Gu Anyang. His name was Maodan.
"Yes, yes, there are so many. I saw the postman count them: one, two, three, four, five. There are five parcel slips in total. He said they are all yours."
Another little boy who looked like a black coal ball counted his fingers, then spread out his five fingers and opened his mouth into an O shape.
The black coal ball is Goudan, who just keeps his mouth shut. Ahem, he has turned over a new leaf now. It was Aunt Liu who heard that the dog at home barked, and she spread the rumor that Goudan’s father was killing the dog and preparing to eat dog meat.
The other children nodded repeatedly, saying in unison, "Yes, I saw it too. There were so many parcel lists, too many to count."
Chen Qiangwei squatted down and opened her left hand to reveal the fruit candy in her palm.
The sounds of swallowing saliva, "gulp, gulp, gulp", were heard one after another.
Chen Qiangwei smiled slightly. "Am I the only one who has the letter and parcel list? Does Sister Wang who is with me have it?"
Maodan, Goudan and the others looked at each other. Maodan scratched his little bald head and chuckled, "Sister Weiwei, we didn't notice it. We came here when we heard about your package list."
After saying that, he couldn't help but glance at the fruit candy in Chen Qiangwei's hand.
Well, just now it was Chen Zhiqing, and now it’s Sister Weiwei. The power of fruit candy cannot be underestimated.
"Line up, one per person."
The eight little rascals lined up one after another, more well-trained than the militia.
"Thank you, Sister Weiwei. Sister Weiwei, you are such a good person."
Little Radish Head was quite polite. He took the candy and thanked Chen Qiangwei in a proper manner.
They only get candy two or three times a year, and only a little each time, so they can only savor it. They didn't expect to get a candy just by passing a message to Sister Weiwei. Sister Weiwei is so generous. If they have any problems in the future, they will definitely tell Sister Weiwei first.
"Xiaomi, the postman is here, do you want to go check it out?"
Wang Xiaomai shook her head and said, "Sister Weiwei, I won't go." It was obvious that the unscrupulous parents would never write a letter to her, let alone send her anything.
If he really wrote a letter, it would probably be to scold her.
Chen Qiangwei walked quickly towards the brigade headquarters. She knew that Uncle Jiang would definitely send a package, but the five package lists were a little beyond her expectations, and also made her a little excited.
"Chen Zhiqing is here, Chen Zhiqing is here."
Most of the women and children of the Huaihua Brigade gathered at the brigade headquarters. Everyone stretched their necks to look. When they saw Chen Qiangwei arrive, the crowd seemed to be started and became extremely lively.
"Comrade postman, this is Chen Zhiqing. Quickly give her her letters and parcel list."
A somewhat gossipy woman enthusiastically told the postman that she was looking at Chen Qiangwei eagerly, hoping that Chen Qiangwei would give her some money after she came back with the package.
Chen Qiangwei apologized to the postman, "Sorry to have kept you waiting."
The postman looked at Chen Qiangwei deeply. He had been a postman for many years and had always been the one delivering letters and parcels to Shengli Commune.
There were five letters at once, and each letter corresponded to a package. The addresses of the letters were from all over the world. It was the first time he had seen such a thing, and it should be said that it was the first time in the whole Baishui County. He didn't know which noble family this Chen Zhiqing was from.
The postman smiled and took out the letter and the parcel slip. "It's okay, it's what you should do. You're not late." Then he took out a notebook and an old pen and said, "Sign here."
He is a serious man who seldom smiles. When he suddenly smiles, his stiff facial muscles move, making him look a little weird.
Chen Qiangwei took the letter and parcel slip with a smile, and signed her name in the record book in a flamboyant manner.
It was the first time that everyone in the Huaihua Brigade had seen a postman so friendly. In the past, the postman just went through the motions, taking out the letters and placing the notebook in front of people, and that was it. Even the brigade cadres couldn't get a smile from him.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the thick stack of letters and parcel lists in Chen Qiangwei's hand, and they felt it was natural.
Then people speculated that Chen Zhiqing must be very favored and his family must be well-off to receive so many letters and parcel lists.
Chen Qiangwei signed her name and returned the notebook to the postman. After a moment's thought, she asked, "Hello, comrade. Is there a letter from Wang Xiaomai?"
The postman rummaged through his messenger bag and pulled out a letter and a money order. "Yes."
Upon hearing this, Chen Qiangwei looked up and saw Maodan looking at her longingly. She smiled and waved at Maodan.
Maodan suddenly rushed to Chen Qiangwei and asked, "Sister Weiwei, are you looking for me?"
Chen Qiangwei nodded, "Yes, please go to Third Grandma's house and ask Sister Wang to come over."
"Okay Sister Weiwei, I'll be there right away."
Maodan's two short legs were like two Hot Wheels, and he ran a long way in a short while. The other little kids who had just gone to call Chen Qiangwei also followed him.
"Hey, these brats are usually hard to order around, but I didn't expect them to listen to Chen Zhiqing so much."
When Goudan’s mother saw her son and a few friends running behind Maodan, she scolded him with a smile.
If Maodan and Goudan heard this, they would definitely snort arrogantly. They don't listen to everyone.
I smacked the sweet taste of the fruit candy lingering in my mouth. Is Sister Weiwei an ordinary person? Sister Weiwei is a generous person who gives away whole candies at a time.
They could only eat a whole candy during Chinese New Year. Normally, when their parents brought back candy from the commune, they would break it into pieces and share a little with each of their brothers and sisters. And the number of times their parents brought them candy could be counted on two fingers.
Soon, Wang Xiaomai arrived, but her face was calm. She could already guess how her unscrupulous parents would criticize her in the letter.
When Wang Xiaomai saw the name on the remittance slip, she burst into tears.
Holding the remittance slip, she squatted on the ground and cried without caring about her image, and said something while crying.
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