After chewing on the chicken legs, Zhou Yan was about to climb onto the kang, but before he could take off his shoes, he was stuck by a visiting neighbor.
"It's good to go to college. You sit in the classroom all day long, without being blown by the wind or protected by the rain. It makes you fat..."
"Why didn't you bring someone back to celebrate the New Year?"
How else could Zhou Yan answer: "It's not good to spend the New Year here with us all the time..."
After chatting for a while, a group of neighbors began to make insinuations: "Stone, why did you change your car this time when you came back for the Chinese New Year?"
"I used to borrow it from friends, but I bought this one myself!" Zhou Yan lied and picked it up at his fingertips, "My dad paid part of it, and I paid part of it myself."
In those years, pickup trucks were not very popular in China, so in the eyes of some neighbors, Zhou Yan's big sheep's head was at most about the same price as Zhou Yan's Great Wall, which was one size smaller.
After satisfying their curiosity, the neighbors smiled and turned their attention to Zhou Yan's father: "Uncle, is it easy to take the driver's license test?"
"It's not bad," Zhou Zhenghai said slightly proudly, "For subject one, I have no other choice but to memorize it by rote. As for subjects two and three, if you know how to drive a tractor, it should be easy to learn..."
The neighbors all looked at Zhou Yan: "Stone, what do you think?"
"Roughly the same……"
After sending away a group of neighbors, Dad returned to the room, sat down on the chair, and looked at Zhou Yan, who was full of confusion and was waiting for an answer: "This group of people just took the driver's license exam and asked questions.
It’s been dozens of times, and with all that hard work, my driver’s license would have been passed long ago..."
"Aren't they afraid of failing the exam?"
Mrs. Zhou Yan came over and defended her neighbors. Then she sat aside, picked up the textbook for the first class that her father had used, and read it carefully.
What's happening here?
Zhou Yan tilted his head and looked at his father.
"Shitou, don't you have a pickup truck over there in Yunzhong?" Zhou Zhenghai smiled, "After graduation, drive it back and leave it for your mother..."
Zhou Yan saw his mother pricking her ears to hear the truth, and shook his head: "Let's buy another new car. That pickup truck bears the Yunzhong brand. It will need an annual review in two years. It goes back and forth.
Very troublesome..."
After saying that, Zhou Yan looked at his smiling mother and said, "Mom, what kind of car do you want? I'll buy it for you!"
Finally, I didn’t raise you in vain!
Mrs. Zhou Yan was a little proud and beaming: "It doesn't have to be too good, just an ordinary brand, preferably one that saves fuel..."
"Don't we already have a pickup truck at home?" Zhou Yan's father muttered at the side, which made both Zhou Yan and his mother feel a little funny.
"Lao Zhou, go and see if the vinegar bottle in the pot house has been poured over. Why do I smell sour?"
Father Zhou Yan was embarrassed to argue again, so he just smiled naively...
After only two days at home, Zhou Yan had to bid farewell to the hot bed and go to the city to help his aunt install the simulator.
Two days ago, Zhou Yan had just been here once, and he was already familiar with his aunt's house. After finding his aunt's house with a large bag and a small bag, he rang the doorbell.
It was my uncle who opened the door. Although the smile on his face was as warm as in his previous life, there was a bit of embarrassment hidden in his smile.
Of course, Zhou Yan’s aunt Zhao Yongxin couldn’t help but feel embarrassed: in the second half of 2009, Zhou Yan’s aunt received more than 600,000 yuan in dividends, which was enough to equal Zhao Yongxin’s income in the first half of his life.
"Come here, why do you bring so many things?" After letting Zhou Yan into the house, my uncle took the bag from Zhou Yan's hand and pushed Zhou Yan onto the sofa, "Your brother hasn't gone on winter vacation yet.
Your aunt should be back soon..."
After sitting down, my uncle smiled and made tea.
"The quality of the teachers here in Dongyang is much better than that at home. Zixuan can basically be in the middle and upper reaches at home, but here, they are basically in the middle and lower reaches..." Zhao Yongxin was slightly proud, "Previously
I enrolled your brother in a tutoring class for a while, and the results were pretty good..."
Not long after the two chatted, the aunt came back. After entering the door, she placed bags of various sizes in front of Zhou Yan with a strange smile on her face.
"Nephew, I have to trouble you for lunch!"
My cousin Zhao Zixuan went to a boarding junior high school. He lived on campus during the week and could only go home on weekends.
Seeing that it was almost dinner time, Zhou Yan consciously picked up the apron prepared by his aunt.
"I'll give you a hand!"
To provide food for three people, do you still need someone else to help?
However, when Zhou Yan saw his aunt winking at him, he knew something was wrong.
After entering the kitchen, my aunt looked back at her uncle who was sitting in the living room and watching TV: "Your uncle wants to go to sea, is there any way?"
"Go to sea to fish, or become a sailor on a ship?"
"Just him, arrange an errand on the fishing boat..."
"That's easy," Zhou Yan smiled, "If Ruoshu's uncle owns a few boats and lets her uncle follow him for a year or two, she will almost be able to go to sea independently..."
After lunch, Zhou Yan and his aunt and uncle unpacked the simulator that had been gathering dust in the basement for a while, moved it separately upstairs, and installed it in the spacious master bedroom.
My aunt had just passed her driving test, so it was just the right time to install the simulator.
While my aunt was happily playing advanced driving games, my uncle was looking at the driving test questions of Section 1 with bitterness and hatred.
After installing the machine, Zhou Yan basically had nothing to worry about, but it was not practical to go home. Just as he was about to get up, his uncle grabbed his aunt over.
"Zhou Yan, it's hard to come here once. Stay a few more days. In two days, we still expect you to send us home for the New Year!"
The reason was so strong that no one could refute it, so Zhou Yan could only temporarily stay at his aunt's house.
It's not the twentieth of the twelfth lunar month, and the New Year's flavor hasn't started to ferment yet. All Zhou Yan can do every day is to act as a chef and teach his aunt and uncle some cooking skills.
The rest of the time, I either spent time in the Jinxiu Weaving Room, skillfully cutting fabrics and sewing clothes with electric sewing machines under the watchful eyes of a group of astonished new employees.
Or he would be forced to attend classes at home by his girlfriend and eat and drink at Lao Qin's house.
God seems to be a little bit dissatisfied with the fact that this guy is living too leisurely, so he changed hands and caused some trouble...
"Zhou Yan, there is a difficult customer in the store!"
As soon as the call from his mother-in-law came in, Zhou Yan's anger was ignited. He immediately put down his textbooks and rushed to the "factory store" of Jinxiu Weaving Room with Qin Ruoshu.
After entering the store, I found that the "troublemaker" was a young student who looked like a student.
Seeing Zhou Yan entering the door, Qin's mother smiled slightly: "If you ask our boss to come over, he will be the one!"
"Are you the boss?" When Zhou Yan came closer, the other person's face looked full of scrutiny.
Moreover, the other party was a little dissatisfied when he saw that Zhou Yan was about the same age as him and started his own business.
Zhou Yan nodded, smiled and asked Qin's mother: "Auntie, what's going on?"
"This young man is interested in the high-end clothing specially prepared for Xinghan Group executives..."
Just when Qin's mother was explaining the situation to Zhou Yan, the girl standing behind the young man gently pulled the corner of the young man's clothes: "Gao Yun, why don't you forget it!"
The young man looked at his girlfriend and found that her eyes were a little evasive, and an unknown fire arose in his heart: "No, everyone is equal before the law, why can't I buy this dress?"
Some old customers in the store felt a little sad when they heard this full-fledged middle school student's declaration: "Young man, you have never experienced a real beating!"