Song Tan Jishi

The atmosphere in the car was very strange.

The taxi driver kept looking in the rearview mirror.

Because the black-faced burly man didn't look like he was smiling when he was haggling when he got into the car, but was very vicious instead.

And the four passengers in the car are all old men.

At first, I pretended not to know each other, and when I got in the car, I was in the same place, I bargained so seriously, and I went to such a remote village where I could use my navigation...

The driver met Zhang Yanping's eyes abruptly, and he didn't dare to look in the rearview mirror any more. Instead, he cleared his throat:

"Cough—what, it's convenient to go out now, it's all by scanning the QR code to transfer money... I haven't received any cash all day, and I only have fifty yuan in change..."

Is not this nonsensical? Now the thief is out of a job.

However, it is probably the driver talking!

Zhang Yanping thoughtfully expressed his understanding: "Yes, it is so convenient to transfer money by mobile phone. In the past, I was worried about carrying cash, but now I don't need to withdraw money for tens of thousands of yuan, just move my fingers."

The driver's heart skipped a beat.

He hurriedly said: "Oh, there are also bad things. The transfer records will come out after checking! Big data is connected to the Internet, and everything can be tracked..."

What the hell does this driver want to talk about! Zhang Yanping is almost overwhelmed. Didn't he just talk about online payment? Why is this big data again?

Xin Jun listened silently at the side, seeing the sweaty face of the driver beside him with the air conditioner on, he realized it later and laughed out loud!

He hurriedly spoke out to rescue the vigilant driver: "Qiao Qiao, I'll be home later, are you hungry?"

Qiao Qiao touched his stomach: "Hungry. But Mr. Xin, are you sure my Ultraman is at home?"

"Let me see." Xin Jun turned on the phone, and from the corner of his eye, he saw the driver beside him slumped his shoulders, took out a piece of paper and wiped the sweat from his head, thinking that it would be interesting to take Zhang Yanping out with Zhang Yanping's current appearance!

With his mind spinning and his eyes fixed on the phone, he quickly replied to Qiao Qiao: "One has already been signed for! Another one is on the way."

"Okay! Teacher Xin, which Ultraman is it? I saw Taro recently..."

As the two asked and answered, the atmosphere in the car visibly relaxed.

Zhang Yanping also rubbed his belly: "I'm so hungry..."

At this time, the young man sitting next to him silently opened his backpack, revealing a bag of Oreos with chicken feet and plum buns:

"Eat?"

Seeing this, Zhang Yanping was even more aggrieved: Everyone knows to bring a backpack to eat when they go out, why didn't he bring a box!

But he could only wave his hand wearily: "Thank you brother, I'm hungry for food at home—by the way, you are also from Yunqiao Village? Why haven't I seen you? Which one?"

The young man said in his heart that I haven't seen you either!

On the contrary, Qiao Qiao in front is a little familiar, but the other party doesn't look like the silly look in memory...

He looked away: "I live at the corner of the village clinic. My father's surname is Zhou, and Zhou Maozhu——Which family do you belong to?"

"Ouch! Ouch!"

Zhang Yanping was instantly surprised: "My Uncle Mao Zhu's son! What's your name? Why didn't you tell me earlier that I, a relative of the old Song family, this year Uncle Mao Zhu helped the family roast a lot of tea!"

"Supposedly you grew up in the village too, right? Qiao Qiao, Uncle Mao Zhu's family, do you know him?"

Only then did Qiao Qiao take a sideways look, then another look, then another look, and then he frowned: "Brother Tianyu? Why are you so ugly? You have such a thin face."

He sucked his cheeks inward, vividly showing how "ugly" Brother Tianyu is.

When Zhang Yanping saw it, he was instantly happy!

——Jojo is quite good at grasping the essence!

Zhou Tianyu in front of him has a square face, but his cheeks are sunken. He looks not very energetic, and looks like a squeezed social animal...

As everyone knows, Zhou Tianyu was even more surprised than Qiao Qiao:

"Jojo, you...you have changed!"

In the past, he was rustic, with clear and silly eyes, but the Qiaoqiao in front of him really looks...very...

After thinking about it for a long time, he finally remembered the "juvenile feeling" and "clean and pure" feeling mentioned by fans on the Internet.

However, as Zhou Tianyu lived in the same village as a junior high school student, and there was an age gap with Qiao Qiao, his memory was really fuzzy after thinking about it, so he could only give up. Instead, he asked in surprise, "The tea leaves that my dad sent over belonged to your family? I want to buy a few more catties to give away when I come back this time!"

At the same time, he sighed: "I asked my dad to send it to me, but he was absolutely unwilling...so I didn't even send any gifts for the Dragon Boat Festival."

The driver listened all the way, so there might be something to talk about!

At this moment, I hurriedly answered: "Yunqiao Village... Isn't this our local tea? It's not famous, and people think it's a wild tea in the mountains-boy, it's right for your father not to give it to you! You have to bring a brand name as a gift! Just do it."

"Besides, if the kind of wild tea in the deep mountains costs thousands of dollars per catty, it's okay to give some to people who understand. But our tea is only a few hundred yuan per catty, which is really useless. mean……"

He babbled and opened up the conversation box.

Zhou Tianyu disagreed: "Master, then you don't know, I send it out, and everyone asks where it came from every day, and wants to add a few more catties for everything!"

"Hey!" The driver was also surprised: "Where does the young man work? What do you do? It seems that you gave it to someone who knows tea..."

Zhou Tianyu smiled politely: "I work in Beicheng."

"Hey! Coastal, first-tier cities—what a big deal? Isn't the housing price over there really expensive?"

The two were chatting with each other, and Zhang Yanping became more and more at a loss.

What kind of business do you want to send a few catties for the Dragon Boat Festival? Then wait until the Chinese New Year can't double the gift? Everyone is young, how come everyone has developed so well!

He asked with a little sigh: "Then you...brother, what business do you do? Who are you going to give as a gift? Well, why didn't my Uncle Zhou say anything? There is not much in stock right now, but a few catties can still be allocated. .”

Speaking of this, Zhou Tianyu also had a headache:

"I'm just a migrant worker—you know what I do for adult education? At the beginning, I did junior and senior high school training, and then the policy came down, and the company transformed, doing early childhood education, children's logical thinking training, talent... and then there were policies, and we Just do the adult college entrance examination."

"It's the kind of education, the kind that graduates from junior and senior high schools get a college diploma...Brother, do you know anyone who needs this? Our company is still very reliable."

He probably has a good performance, and he is full of confidence when he talks about it. Now the topic turns back:

"There are also tea leaves. The tea leaves were given to several managers in my department. Later, when they arrived, they also liked them. They even asked me where I bought them... As a result, my dad was reluctant to give the gift money, so he insisted on saying ten thousand and one catties... Can I I know him! I can't bear the money!"

"He didn't even think about it. With my salary of more than 10,000 yuan a month, I sent a few catties of local tea, which cost me a few hundred dollars, and I got two more bills later. Wouldn't it be back?"

All walks of life are hard-working. I have a cousin who does this. I wish I could have an online meeting at one or two o'clock in the morning...

In the past two years, things have improved a lot, and I can get off work at about ten o'clock.