At noon, the uncle and his wife and cousin Rongrong went home. Compared to the other three uncles, the uncle who had served as soldiers was more upright and was also Feng Yiping's favorite uncle. I remember that when he was a child, he often ran to his grandfather's house because he had four uncles in his grandfather's house, which was very fun, and his favorite uncle was also his uncle. When his uncle returned from the army, he brought him a military cap with five-pointed stars and several bullets that had removed gunpowder. This was a rare thing for children at that time.

However, my uncle got married at the earliest. After he got married, he couldn't stick to his uncle anymore.

My grandfather usually fired alone, and everyone ate together at noon today. My uncle went to weigh some meat, and my aunt cooked egg noodles. Because the noodles were not hungry, she fryed scallion oil pancakes.

In the afternoon, my uncle and his friends still had to go to the mountain and still threw their youngest son to their grandfather.

Even if I was with my grandfather, it was still difficult to say what I wanted to pay. After hesitating for a long time, Feng Yiping still said it carefully.

Mei Jianzhong was very surprised. A child who just graduated from elementary school may not be able to tell a longer story clearly, let alone write a story?

When he saw Feng Yiping taking out the manuscript paper made of the homework book, which was densely filled with words, he believed it a little.

He looked out of the reading glasses from the drawer and looked thin from the beginning.

Ruirui was tired of playing at this time. Feng Yiping held him in his arms and slowly patted him on his back gently. The little guy fell asleep in a while.

It took more than an hour for Mei Jianzhong to finish reading the novel carefully. He has no literary attainments, so he can't tell whether it's good or bad, but at least, this story makes sense. Although the story tells the countryside in the northwest, the countryside in the northwest and the countryside in the central region are all poor rural areas at this time, and many things in the story can be found around you.

As for whether the magazine will publish his grandson's works, he felt unsure. However, when his grandson was young, he made such efforts to reduce the burden on his family. Even if he could not be published by the magazine, he should just buy a dream for his children.

At the same time, Feng Yiping was young and had just graduated from elementary school and could write novels of tens of thousands of words, which made Mei Jianzhong very proud. What he thought was that this child, with this energy, would definitely have a future in his study in the future.

He took off his glasses and folded the manuscript paper. He was afraid of waking up his grandson, so he whispered, "Yiping, you are very careful and difficult to do these things. Grandpa is very happy. Tomorrow morning, we will go to the town and don't worry about money. Grandpa still has this money."

Although this was something Feng Yiping expected, he was still very happy. If his grandfather disagreed, it would be even more difficult for his parents to agree.

He wanted to say something thankful, but in the countryside, his feelings were relatively restrained and he said too formally, but he felt fake. He said, "I am young and I can't help with the difficulties at home. Instead, I have to spend money to go to school. So I thought of writing something. If I get attracted to it, I can still share some of it for my parents. You know the situation at home, I don't have money at first, so I can only find you."

The more I looked at my grandson, the more I loved Mei Jianzhong. He said with a smile on his face, "You are so good that you can think so much. My grandfather is also your relative. If you encounter trouble in the future, it will be difficult to find your parents, so come and tell me."

The next day, my grandfather took out the fifty dollars wrapped in a handkerchief from the small box on the top of the wardrobe, talked to my uncle, and the grandparents and grandchildren walked towards the town.

Although my uncle was a little confused, why did he go to the town for nothing? He didn't ask in detail, just asked if he wanted to ride a bike to take them away, but he didn't have a car to take on two of them, so he had to give up.

Rongrong was fine, and Ruirui cried and made a fuss to follow him, but it was very difficult for a few dozen miles back and forth, one old and one young man to hold him like an active little guy. Mei Jianzhong squatted on the ground, promising to buy him candy and a pistol, so Ruirui stopped crying.

But as soon as they stepped out of the house, Ruirui started crying again. Her aunt hugged her, plopped her on her thigh, and slapped her ass twice, "Why are you crying? You're disobedient, right?"

The little guy cried even more, and Feng Yiping and the others had to speed up.

Although they lean on the provincial road, they pass by long-distance buses and trucks. There were no cars in the town. At this time, there were no private tricycles or vans to attract customers. They used to leave, but now they are mostly riding bicycles.

The road has been re-corrected. The original road was leaning against the river. Now some bends are straightened as much as possible. The grandparents and grandchildren walked around. The scenery was good and cooler. In those places where they were modified, my grandfather took him along the old road by the river. Perhaps, for my grandfather, these old roads are more familiar and more friendly!

Wuliao Town is a very prosperous town. It used to be just a town, but now the four surrounding towns have been streamlined and merged into Wuliao. Therefore, even in the county, it is considered a big town. More than 20 years later, her land price is no lower than that of the county town.

Although the original Wuliao Town was leaning against the provincial highway, the houses were concentrated on one side of the highway, and there were still hundreds of meters away from the road. Now both sides of the road are full of houses, and the newly built department store is also on the roadside, as well as farmers' markets and markets. Therefore, the provincial highway became the main street of Wuliao Town, quickly replacing the commercial function of the old street in the town.

In addition to various shops, there are various stalls on both sides of the road, but it is midsummer and noon again. There are not many people on the street, and the vendors are also drowsy.

If it happens during the Chinese New Year and the holidays, it will be so lively and crowded! What is the point of dying in Wangfujing, Beijing! So what about the Chenghuang Temple on Nanjing Road in Shanghai? You must be willing to give up the disadvantage!

The vendors are standing on the street to do business, with stalls coming from one to another, and buyers shoulder to shoulder, one by one, and motor vehicles are not motor vehicles, so they can only walk carefully from here. Don’t say 70 yards, if you have the ability, you can try 7 yards?

The first time Zhang Yan went home with Feng Yiping for the New Year, the car could only speed up as soon as he entered the town. It felt like the car was not walking, but the people around him were carrying the car. Zhang Yan sighed at the time, "When I was listening to Andy Lau's concert in Wenzhou, I thought the population density of the gymnasium was the largest. Now it seems that it is too late to play!"

Xinhua Bookstore is located on the easternmost part of the town, near the station, and there is a storefront, and it is not a shelf display. Everything is placed on the counter and the cabinet against the wall.

In Feng Yiping's eyes when he was young, this place was not an ordinary place. His signature was written by **, and the sales were all books, stationery, etc., which were all related to knowledge. Moreover, the things here were not bargained. For Feng Yiping when he was young, this was not just a bookstore, but an existence like a palace.

Of course, for Feng Yiping now, he is used to seeing a larger and more luxurious bookstore, and this store is very simple.

Behind the counter was a middle-aged man wearing short-sleeved blue and gray hair, holding a book in his hand and reading it. He heard the sound, raised his head and saw his grandfather and Feng Yiping, and greeted him with a smile, "Come on, uncle, is this your grandson?"

Even state-owned enterprises like Xinhua Bookstore have employees nearby because they are all familiar with each other in the town. Therefore, at least the employees of state-owned enterprises in the town have different attitudes towards customers than those of the peers in the county and city. If you neglect someone for a while, maybe your parents, relatives and friends will look for you the next day. The person you are polite to treat is mine.

Therefore, their attitude is very good and the service is not stiff. They don’t ask you what you want to buy as soon as they open their mouths, but they chat with you first.

"Oh, this is my eldest grandson." Grandpa smiled and said, Feng Yiping obediently, "Hello uncle!"

The middle-aged man praised him, "This kid is so polite. How many grades have you been in?"

Grandpa took over the conversation, "School starts in the first grade. Today I want to buy a few manuscript papers and pens, one-sized square meters. What else do you want to buy?"

Feng Yiping asked, "Uncle, do you have the magazine "Harvest"? Our Chinese teacher said that this magazine is very good."

The middle-aged man scratched his head, "It seems that there is "Harvest", but there is definitely not this month. I'll help you find it."

"It's okay, it doesn't have to be this month."

After a few minutes, a thick book was found in a pair of books at the foot of the cabinet by the wall and handed it to Feng Yiping, "June issue, take a look."

"Thanks,"

Feng Yiping took the magazine and started to read it slowly from scratch. In fact, the key point was to look at the mailing address. The address was easy to remember. He was afraid that the zip code was recorded incorrectly. The middle-aged man called his grandfather to pick a pen. He took a pen, dipped it in the tip of the pen and said it was easy to write it. He wrote the zip code on the left palm, and then said that this one was good and asked how it was. Grandpa bought it for him. He said yes, so he chose that one.

After buying three more manuscripts, Feng Yiping smiled at the middle-aged man apologized and handed her the magazine, "Uncle, I still can't understand this book now, I'm in trouble!"

Middle-aged people originally thought that this was not read by a child who had not yet entered the first year of junior high school, but they didn't realize it was there, "It doesn't matter. If you want to buy a reference book next time, I will come to find my uncle. If there is no, I will order it for you."

"Okay, I'll be asking you at that time!"

Over there, my grandfather looked at the schoolbag hanging on the wall and wanted to buy one for Feng Yiping. Feng Yiping went over to persuade him, "Grandpa, it really doesn't need it. We all live in the school, so we can't use it."

"Is it really useable?" Feng Yiping nodded, and his grandfather stopped forcing him. He checked the bill, and the manuscript paper was one or five yuan, and the pen was three, and the total was seven or five yuan. Feng Yiping held the manuscript paper in his hand and walked out with his grandfather. The middle-aged man was still polite behind him, "Don't sit for a while and drink a sip of water?"

After leaving the bookstore, my grandfather took Feng Yiping to the clothing stall in the market and insisted on buying him two clothes, one of the sea soul shirts and the white sweatshirts with five-pointed stars on his chest. He spent a total of 11 yuan. Then, he bought a small plastic pistol at the street stall, bought two taels of fudge, also known as five kilograms of local pears. The grandparents and grandchildren slowly walked back along the road. Walk faster and they could catch up with lunch.

When he was fast-forwarding, Mei Jianzhong paused and stuffed two sweatshirts, one into his waist, and pressed against his stomach. He was wearing a dark gray shirt, and there was no sign of something strange outside. The other one was wrapped in a black plastic bag, rolled into a small cylinder, placed in the bottom of the plastic bag of the loading paper, and the pen was put in the pocket. Feng Yiping understood that his grandfather was worried that his uncle and the others, especially his aunt, would have something to say when he saw the clothes.

Knowing that they would come back at noon, the meal was ready for my uncle and the others. Rongrong led Ruirui and waited in front of the door. When she saw them, she ran over happily, "Grandpa, I want to eat candy."

Grandpa took out a hand from the bag and handed it to him, "This is all yours, look, what else?"

"Pistol!" He grabbed candy in one hand and hit his sister with the other, making a "beep" sound in his mouth.

Rongrong took the bag of candy, and her grandfather walked towards her uncle's house with a pear in one hand and Ruirui in the other.

As soon as he entered the door, his uncle smiled and said, "Oh, I'm back! Ruirui, I've eaten all the candy."

My aunt glanced at it and said, "I'm back, the meal is ready. Yiping, what did you buy?"

Feng Yiping deliberately exposed a piece of the manuscript paper, "Grandpa bought me three letter papers."

Grandpa then put down the pear and said, "Yiping, let's wash our face first, and then come to have a meal. You're hungry!"

Feng Yiping walked to the next door with his grandfather in the bag containing the letter paper.

Next, Feng Yiping spent two days copying the novel onto manuscript paper. He wrote it very slowly, because he was afraid that it would make mistakes if he wrote it quickly, so he would waste a piece of paper if he took it.

He wrote one, and grandfather took glasses to check one.

The day before school started, my grandfather accompanied Feng Yiping to the town post office and sent two registered mails with hope.

It was easier to go home this time, and the two of them were empty-handed and chatted while walking.

After returning home, we had dinner together, and my uncle and the others went to the fields to work, leaving Ruirui at home. When they were all gone, Ruirui was still sleeping, and Feng Yiping was also preparing to go home. Grandpa wrapped his clothes for him and was preparing to give him 5 yuan. Feng Yiping said he didn't want anything. Grandpa had to put the money away, think about it, and said to Feng Yiping, "Grandpa doesn't understand novels and literature, but you think there are so many people across the country who can publish what they write in books. So if this time, you don't get what you want, don't be discouraged. Keep working hard, okay?"

Feng Yiping smiled and said, "I understand, grandpa, I will come to see you during the holiday."

"Okay, be careful on the way."

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