The Great Era of Rebirth: 1993

   Chapter 92, the third book of Water Margin

  The smooth thinking Zhang Xuan wrote another two pages, almost 1200 words.

   When I left the room, it was getting dark outside, and the road was full of people shouting and playing cards.

   Crossroads are full of laughter of men and women talking about meat and jokes.

  The outside is lively, and the inside is not too much.

   At this moment, the small hall was also crowded.

   Zhang Ping, who was immersed in sweetness, was finally willing to go home, and the three Ouyang family were escorted together.

  Aunt Zhang Ru and his wife didn't know when they came up, and they were talking with Duke Dong and his wife about the decoration materials used for the villa.

When    saw Zhang Xuan come out, everyone in the main room was silent for a few seconds.

   Those big eyes and small eyes, they all leaned on him at the same time, as if he was a Western landscape, as if he was a flower, and he could see a trick.

   Suddenly being stared at by so many elders, the old man's hair stood up like a thorn on his back, and he was flustered.

   Fortunately, it was only a few seconds of chaos, and the thick-skinned Zhang Xuan glanced at it and understood: Obviously, everyone already knew about the fact that he was creating a new book in the room just now.

  Grandma a bear!

   Old man, this **** fame...

   smiled at everyone, and after greeting one by one, he winked at Du Shuangling obscurely.

starving!

  I'm going to faint of hunger!

   I was immersed in writing just now and didn't realize anything, but now I put the pen down and my stomach growls so horribly.

  There are dishes on the table, but there are only soups and water, and there are not many of them. Ruan Xiuqin obviously did not expect guests to come to the house today.

   Zhang Xuan lifted the cover of the fly and looked at it, but he didn't care that much.

   For him, who is now reincarnated as a starving ghost, the food is still there.

  Put a bowl of rice with rice noodles, pour some fish soup over the rice, and put some green and red peppers to cover it.

  Under Du Shuangling serving tea and pouring water, the old man, like an uncle, picked up two big bowls in one go.

   At the end, he used a bamboo stick to pick his teeth, squinted his eyes and touched his round belly, hiccupped, and shook his head. This is the life of the gods.

   Porcelain solid!

Comfortable!

   The key is that there are still women, and women look good.

   Having eaten and drank enough, Zhang Xuan listened to the briefings of the parents, and then quietly touched Du Shuangling and gave Du Shuangling an ambiguous look, ready to take her out for an outing.

   Just walked to the threshold, and suddenly a messy person came outside.

   Take a look!

Hey! good guy!

   Isn't this postman Lin Postman? It's just that the trousers are rotten and bloodstained, and his face is embarrassed.

   When Zhang Xuan was still watching tricks with his conscience, people could be enthusiastic from a distance.

   waved the three parcels in his hand and shouted: "Zhang Xuan, your letter!"

   Zhang Xuanzi stepped out of the threshold with a smiling face, took three parcels and asked:

   "What's wrong with your leg, it looks serious, do you want to apply some safflower oil?"

  Lin Postman raised his right leg and looked at it, and said indifferently, "It's nothing serious, I was chased by a dog when I was riding my bicycle at the fork below, and I accidentally fell into the river."

  The old man walked closer and looked at it. Although the other party was bleeding a lot, it was only scratching the skin, and it really was nothing serious.

   went back to the house to find safflower oil and handed it to the other party. Zhang Xuan asked again: "It's so late, why are you still delivering letters outside? Have you eaten dinner yet?"

   "I ate dinner, thank you for your concern, I came out after I ate it at home."

Postman Lin rubbed the safflower oil and explained, "I have something to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and I have to go back to my hometown in the county seat, so I thought about going in the dark to finish delivering your village's letters. Your village's letters have been backlogged for several days. I'm sorry to send it."

   Speaking of this, people smiled to themselves: "I just didn't expect to meet a ghost at the fork in the road below. That dog, I think it's crazy, it's a motherfucker! It caught me and chased hard..."

   Found the person to talk to, and the postman went for a while, but he also left. When he was there, he did not forget to thank him again in a tone of envy and hatred.

  The postman is gone.

   After Zhang Xuan returned to the main room, he also planned to open the postal package under the ardent attention of Comrade Du Shuangling.

  Du Shuangling asked softly, "Why do you have three parcels at one time, and have you contributed to a new magazine?"

   After such a reminder, Zhang Xuan also realized it later.

faint! I went to chat with the postman brother just now, and I forgot about it.

   At the same time, he was also wondering: Yes, why are there three parcels?

  Because I was busy with the college entrance examination this month, I contributed to Youth Digest and Zhiyin Magazine. The others didn't even vote for urban newspapers, where did the three parcels come from?

   Could it be that mysterious person?

   Wouldn’t it be so coincidental?

  Thinking like this, I quickly scanned the three postal addresses and was surprised!

   There really is!

   Did the mysterious man really send it to himself?

   Niang Xipi's! You won't send me another 1,000 yuan, will you?

  If this is the case, then you really know how to play!

   But if you have money to pick it up, the old man is also willing to play with you!

His thoughts went back and forth, but in an instant, when he arrived, he weighed the mysterious parcel and deliberately said to the woman beside him: "Did you see the mailing address, the provincial publishing house, a book I bought ."

  Du Shuangling asked: "What book did you buy?"

   Zhang Xuan was stagnant, thinking that you ask me, who should I ask, can you not be so **** your man?

   So he handed the package to her and said, "Hey, the things are here, you can see for yourself."

  Curiously, Du Shuangling actually tore the parcel apart, inexplicably startling someone.

   Fortunately, there is nothing in the parcel, just a brand new book of Water Margin.

  Du Shuangling had no interest in the novels about fighting and killing, so he flipped the first few pages and put them aside, and turned to dismantle the parcels of "Youth Digest" and "Zhiyin" magazines with high spirits.

   While she wasn't paying attention, Zhang Xuan moved the Water Margin to his side without a trace, and then he didn't feel relieved. After thinking about it, he put it back in the room and made it disappear from Shuangling's field of vision as much as possible.

   Do this, isn't he overhearted?

   It is my own skin and past experience telling myself that I must be careful!

   Don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens.

   Otherwise, it is easy to die in the hands of women.

   The other two parcels were as expected, with sample magazines and money order.

   A remittance slip from Youth Digest, the amount is: 1216 yuan.

   A remittance slip from Zhiyin Magazine, the amount is: 1337 yuan.

  Du Shuangling looked at someone with joy, and naturally took the sample magazine for himself.

   Looking at the love and pity of the precious daughter beside Zhang Xuan, Du Kedong and Ai Qing looked at each other silently, but did not speak.

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