Registered mail is a method of mailing letters that existed in the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. Surface mail is also a method of sending letters. Registered mail was mostly used to check logistics information in later generations. This era represents speed!
These letters were sent by Zhou Wenzhong to a provincial capital city 800 kilometers away.
A letter was sent to the security office of the valve factory in the provincial capital city and received by a section chief.
One letter was sent to the water conservancy station in the provincial capital city and received by a publicity section officer.
A letter was sent to the police station in the provincial capital city and received by a deputy director.
The remaining letter was sent as a phototype.
This was a letter sent 17 days ago. Zhou Wenzhong himself did not understand why he would reply on the same day since the distance between the two places was so huge.
The first three letters are used to contact relatives in the future. Unlike other time-travelers, all of them are orphans and do not contact their real relatives. They always think about fighting alone in this era. This method
It’s too tiring. If you have thighs, you should hug me!
Before the registered letters of this era were sent out, postal and telecommunications staff needed to open and check the contents of the letters. Zhou Wenzhong used a very obscure method to mention the things his grandfather and second grandfather had done in the letters.
The letter sent to the hydropower station was written to my grandma. Runtu wore a silver collar when she was a child, but my grandma grew up wearing a gold collar.
Even Zhou Wenzhong's 28-level treasure appraisal skills were all taught by his grandmother. His grandmother even told him some stories in the 1980s. For example, there are many treasures in the "Huilongkou" above the Forbidden City. The country
However, it was only after 2010, during the renovation of the Forbidden City, that we found out that among all the halls, only one treasure box was missing. When Zhou Wenzhong was a child, he once suspected that his grandmother had committed the crime.
According to what my aunt said in person in the 1990s, her grandmother and Yuan Datou of Xiangcheng were relatives within three blessings, and there was even an imperial edict issued by Yuan Datou when he was in power at home.
As long as someone replies to the letter, he can contact anyone. Zhou Wenzhong can completely fly like a fish in the sea or a bird in the sky.
The main reason for sending the light-text film is to understand whether this world is a fusion of multiple dramas?
Even if Zhou Bingkun really existed, Zhou Wenzhong never thought of intercepting his wife.
If you want to cut off the story, you should cut off Mrs. Zhuang from "Golden Wedding"! This is the real leader of the family's life, and she is a lesbian with great wisdom. She can criticize Jia and Zhang in essays, and challenge stupid people in martial arts.
Marriage and negotiation partners are two completely different concepts.
Getting married is about finding someone who likes you, and your life will be relaxed and comfortable in the future.
The date you want to talk to is to find someone you like.
Why not send it to his grandfather who is in the later stage? Zhou Wenzhong pinched his fingers and thought that his life had long been over. His grandfather should still be leading people to herd sheep in the countryside now, so he would not cause trouble to him.
After kissing the letter for more than 30 times, the smile seemed to be fixed on Zhou Wenzhong's face.
The lower left corners of the four envelopes were all stamped with a scarlet seal of "No such person found", which made Zhou Wenzhong come back to his senses from his excitement. Just now, while he was happy and dismissing the postman, he pinched the envelope with his left hand.
The lower left corner, so I didn't notice this detail at all.
"Ta...ta..."
Zhou Wenzhong was stunned for a moment, tears dripped down his cheeks and fell on the envelope, and it wet a small piece in a moment.
Even the stamp on the upper right corner of the envelope showed the female driver driving the tractor. Zhou Wenzhong felt that the smile on the female driver's face was a mockery of him. Zhou Wenzhong felt that he was insulted.
"Ah! My sky is falling!"
Zhou Wenzhong knelt on the ground with his legs and his upper body lying on the ground, rolling back and forth like a maggot. The clothes he had washed just two days ago were now dirty again.
This is why, as described by Ma Erbao, he doesn't care about anything. The characters in these letters are Zhou Wenzhong's spiritual support and capital. At this moment, they all collapsed. Zhou Wenzhong, who was already weak,
From this moment on, I felt that the whole world in front of me had turned into black and white.
"Ah! I can't live anymore! I can be struck to death by lightning! Ah!!!"
The noise in the room attracted a crowd of neighbors who were watching the fun. They all stood outside the window and looked in.
"What's going on?"
"Who knows what the fuss is about. It's probably because of going to the countryside."
"Sigh...I can't say, the last separation didn't end up like this."
"Look at how this kid Zhou Wenzhong behaves and rolls around. Even my 6-year-old child doesn't behave like this."
"I guess he was stimulated, so let's leave."
"Why don't we go into the house and try to persuade him?"
"Stop trying to persuade him, we can't help him. Just let him vent and let him vent. It's over! It's all over!"...
"Ah! Take me away too! And this garbage system, what a garbage thing! My sky is falling!"
[Ding! Keyword detected, the system is unbinding...27%...39%...]
"Get out of here! Get out of here!"
Suddenly realizing that something was wrong, Zhou Wenzhong quickly got up from the ground, quickly closed the curtains, walked quickly to the corner of the bedroom and stood there. If something in the space appeared out of thin air, it would startle the residents outside the window.
[97% unbinding...100%. System unbinding successful!]
Zhou Wenzhong blinked at the open space beside him and waited for a long time without seeing any explosive items.
"Sign in?"
There was no response. Zhou Wenzhong's mind moved, and a knife appeared in his hand. When his mind moved again, the knife was replaced by an egg.
"Garbage system! If you can, give me this 1 cubic meter of storage space...forget it, just keep going."
"Ugh... my sky has fallen! I have to rely on myself from now on! My road map is all in vain, my cloth shoes are all in vain! My steamed buns are all in white... ugh..."
Zhou Wenzhong curled up on the bed. At this moment, the belief in his heart collapsed and there was no hope at all. He didn't want to talk or move, he didn't want to do anything, and he didn't dare to be interested in anything...
"Woo..."
Zhou Wenzhong, who had been sobbing for an unknown amount of time, felt hungry. He took a bite of the steaming white flour bun in his hand, chewed it and swallowed it before continuing to cry...
At 7 o'clock in the afternoon, Zhou Wenzhong came out of his sad mood, stood in the room and lit a cigarette. After taking two strong puffs, he flicked the cigarette butt in his hand with his fingers and hit the wall, causing a cloud of sparks.
He muttered to himself viciously: "It must have been you three old bastards who gave me to Fang, and Zhou Deming, that bastard. It was all you people who caused the trouble!"
Or reopen it quickly. If you don't have the courage, you will have to continue to live in the future. Zhou Wenzhong has successfully established four imaginary enemies in his heart.
Zhou Wenzhong picked up the kettle and poured some water, rubbed his face vigorously, opened the bedroom door and walked out.
"Lao Zhou, pay me back! Yesterday you still owed me 15 yuan. 2 cents of interest! A total of 18 yuan. If you don't pay me back next month, it will be 2 cents of interest! With interest.
That’s 21 yuan and 6!”
The four people at the dining table in the main room scattered like birds and beasts when they heard Zhou Wenzhong's voice.
"Stop! If you don't pay back the money you owe, your butt will turn south. If you don't pay the money you owe, your butt will turn north! Tell me, which way do you want to die?"
Zhou Deming took a deep breath and was about to speak when he saw Zhou Wenzhong put a writing pad and pencil on the dining table. He tapped the writing book with his fingers.
"Hurry up and write me an IOU! It says you owe me 18 yuan! If you don't pay it back by the due date, I will go to your workplace to cause trouble!"
"Comrade Zhou Wenzhong, there is even food in the house..."
"Snapped!"
Zhou Wenzhong threw his household registration book on Zhou Deming's face.
"Open it and take a good look! Don't say you can't read."
Zhou Deming's face twitched, he bent down to pick up the household registration book from the ground, opened it and looked at it.
"Do you see clearly? If you dare not pay back the money, I will ask the Nationalities Association to come forward to seek justice for me! Let them go to your unit to make trouble with your leader! I will see if you can take it or not."
"If you dare not pay back the money, you are destroying the unity of the famous clan! I will go to Niu Street to gather everyone, and then take them to your grave. I will build a hut directly on your grave. I will let you die.
It’s hard to live without death!”
Zhou Deming sighed and said in a very calm tone: "Stop talking, I'll write."
"Write clearly the amount owed and the repayment date. Do not leave any traces of alteration."
Zhou Deming nodded, picked up a pen and wrote an IOU.
"Make fingerprints."
"I don't have ink pads at home, or else...ah!"
Zhou Wenzhong grabbed Zhou Deming's left forearm hard, and the bandaged wound was bleeding again.
"Now there is ink pad."
Zhou Deming's trembling right hand was stained with blood and he pressed it on the IOU.
"Every place with your name and date must have your thumbprint."
"knew."
Zhou Wenzhong took the IOU and blew on the blood on it.
"Very good! If you dare not pay back the money before the 10th of next month, just wait. I have 9 ways to kill you, 9 ways!"
"I'll pay back, I'll pay back the money."
"I hope so."
"Crash...bang..."
"If you don't pay back the money you owe, do you still have the nerve to eat?"
Zhou Wenzhong directly overturned the dining table, opened the wooden door of the main room and walked to the backyard. While patting the dust on his body, he felt the remaining 45 yuan in the space and mentally calculated his salary for this month and Zhou Deming's debt.
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"Wen Zhong, why are you making such a fuss this afternoon? I see you rolling back and forth in the room."
"Oh, in the afternoon, my right thumb hit the door frame. It hurt so much that I couldn't breathe."
"Eh... I feel pain just thinking about it. The hairs on my hair stand on end. Last time I was holding a hammer in my hand and accidentally hit my foot and it hurt for several days."
"Oh, no more talking."
"Where are you going?"
"Isn't it the Chinese New Year soon? I'm going to greet the old lady in the backyard."
"That's right, you go ahead. I'll go back to the house and do some work."
"Eh."
Passing through the hall in the central courtyard and stepping through the moon gate in the backyard, the lights were on in Liu Haizhong's house, and it was dark in Xu Damao's house. I happened to meet the aunt who had finished delivering food.
"Auntie is busy."
"It's Wenzhong here. Why did you remember to come to the backyard today? I haven't seen you like this in the past."
"Isn't it almost the Chinese New Year? I'm here to see the deaf old lady."
"I'm eating in the house, I just sent it over."
Zhou Wenzhong pretended not to understand, and said with a smile on his face: "That's just right, I have to take a good look at Auntie's cooking skills. We and I will talk about it some other time. There are still many days to come."
"Well, then you go ahead."
"See you later."
Zhou Wenzhong walked to the main room in the backyard, and the aunt muttered: "I came here during meal time, there are no rules."