For several days after that, Jinbao thought that Liao Feihong would probably make some trouble to trouble his third brother, but he didn't expect that he was quite quiet and worked honestly in the production team.
One morning, Su Wennian's voice came from the village radio, "Notice! The postman has arrived at our production team. If anyone in the village wants to send a letter, please come to the radio room quickly."
When they heard the postman coming, many people ran to the production team.
The postman only comes once a month and only stays for twenty minutes each time. He will bring all the letters sent to Luohu Village and help take away the letters everyone wants to send.
"Jin Bao, did you hear what Third Brother just broadcast? The postman is here!" Su Xiaosi said excitedly, "Yao Hua didn't reply last time. I guess he must have replied to you this time. Let's go and take a look?"
Jiang Yun heard that Xiao Si and Jin Bao mentioned Yao Hua several times and knew that he was Jin Bao's good friend.
Thinking of helping, he said, "You don't have to go all the way. How about I help you go and see if there is any letter?"
"Brother Ayun, thank you, but this time I want to find it myself." Jin Bao jumped off the stool.
Ever since I received a letter from Yao Hua when he first came to the village, he seemed to have lost contact with him. There was no news at all. For some reason, Jin Bao felt depressed, as if he had lost one of his most intimate friends.
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Every time she sent Yao Hua a thick stack of letters with endless things to say, she wanted to know what Yao Hua would write in his reply, how was his life recently, and whether he had made any new friends...
Jin Bao and his fourth brother ran to the production team together and saw a crowd of people crowded in the broadcast room.
"There are so many people!" Jin Bao exclaimed, "Fourth brother, were there so many people last time?"
"Absolutely. Last time Jiang Yun and I came together. It took a lot of effort to squeeze into the crowd to find the letter..."
Su Wennian organized the order, "Stop crowding, I'll read the names, and the people I read will come forward and get the letters."
After listening to what he said, everyone thought that they were illiterate. Although they could roughly recognize their names on the envelopes, they would still get the wrong names sometimes. It was better to ask Wen Nian to help, so as to avoid squeezing around.
"Okay, then you can read it!"
After everyone agreed, they all whispered: "It's not bad to have a publicity officer. When I get the letter, there is someone to help read the name. If we write letters in the future, can we ask Wen Nian to help?"
"Of course. I asked him to write letters for me before. His handwriting is much better than Lao Wen's."
Lao Wen is the name of the accountant, and his full name is Luo Genwen. In the past, when everyone wanted to write letters or couplets, he would be asked to help.
Before Wen Nian was published on the blackboard, everyone thought that Lao Wen was very good. After finishing elementary school, his handwriting looked decent. However, now that Wen Nian has appeared, they began to think that Lao Wen's writing was not good-looking, and they began to look for it one after another.
Writing chronology pen.
Jinbao listened to the comments from people around her. On the one hand, she felt that her third brother was recognized by everyone and she was very happy. On the other hand, she was worried that helping the villagers write letters would increase the workload of the third brother and make him too tired.
"Fourth brother," Jin Bao whispered to the fourth brother beside him, "Actually, you can also help everyone write letters. Next time someone asks for third brother, you..."
Before Jin Bao could finish speaking, Su Xiaosi waved her hands in a hurry, "No, no, my chicken claw handwriting is obviously not popular. My handwriting is too ugly. Dad can help, or Xiao Wu...
No, not even Xiao Wu. He estimates that one-third of the letter is in pinyin."
Jin Bao was amused by his words, "Don't underestimate the fifth brother, he has also been reading seriously during this period."
"Okay, anyway, I am the least minded person in the whole family," Su Xiaosi sighed, "Hey, I don't know if my parents picked me up. Jinbao, you are so smart, why is it that your brother and I can't read?
Woolen cloth?"
Jinbao comforted: "Fourth brother, everyone has his or her own strengths. Although many people cannot read, they are very strong in other aspects. Your strengths have just not been discovered yet..."
"I hope I have some merits, although I haven't discovered them yet."
When Su Xiaosi was talking, his third brother suddenly raised his voice and said loudly: "Xiaosi, these three letters are from our family. Come and get them quickly."
"Ah? Oh! Here it comes!"
Xiao Si hurriedly ran forward, "Is there a letter from Yao Hua?"
"It seems not," Su Wennian glanced at the sender on the envelope, "This letter is from Aunt Lin, this letter is from Nan Bing, and this letter is from Cousin Bai Xing."
"Wow! Second brother sent a letter? Is he going on vacation?"
After saying that, he asked again: "Is there nothing else? Why doesn't Yao Hua reply?"
The postman on the side said: "These letters are stacked together according to the recipients. Generally speaking, you should only have these three letters at home, but it is possible that they were accidentally stacked by mistake. Why don't you wait and see?"
"Okay, then I'll wait."
Su Xiaosi retreated to the back of the crowd and said to Jinbao: "If we wait a little longer, Yao Hua's letter may be piled at the bottom. I think he will definitely reply immediately after receiving your letter. There is no way he will not send it to you."
letter."
Jinbao nodded first, and then guessed: "Brother Huahua may have made new friends..."
"How did he cry the day we left?" Su Xiaosi said with a firm tone, "Whether he made new friends in school or not, I think you, Jinbao, must be the most important thing to him.
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"Well, he's also my best friend."
When he said this, Jin Bao subconsciously touched the necklace around his neck.
She has been wearing this necklace given to her by Yao Hua and carefully stuffed it into her clothes.
At this time, beside the terraces, Liao Feihong and the team leader asked for leave, saying that they might have received a letter from home.
"The letter won't fly away. Just finish the work at hand and go to the broadcast room to get the letter in the afternoon."
"There may be money stuffed in the letter my family sent me. I'm a little worried..."
"Hey! Liao Feihong, I'm not talking about you, do you think the villagers will steal your money?"
After saying that, seeing Liao Feihong still looking at him with pleading eyes, he said helplessly: "Okay, okay, you go get the letter."
Several other educated youths hurriedly said: "Feihong, please help me see if my family has sent me a letter."
"And I... that's right! I helped write a letter to his father about Zhang Hao's leg accident, but I almost forgot." He Wenbin took out a wrinkled letter and handed it to Liao Feihong, "Please help.
Send it."
"I also wrote a letter to my family," Liu Changping asked, "Can you give it to the postman for me?"
Liao Feihong tried hard to hold back the corners of his lips that were about to rise, and agreed readily: "Of course!"
After saying that, he looked at Xie Shuting and Hua Wenli, "Do you two female educated youths want to send a letter?"
"We don't need your help. The letter from Wen Li and I was given to Wen Nian yesterday, and he will send it for us." When she said this, Xie Shuting couldn't help but roll her eyes at Liao Feihong. She didn't feel at ease with him.
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Liao Feihong tried hard to maintain a smile, "Forget it if you don't have to."
When walking down the terraces, he tore up the letter Liu Changping sent home, then took out the letter he had signed "Liu Changping" from his pocket, mixed it with other letters, and planned to hand it to the postman together.