A motorcycle driver smiled and shouted: "I want to eat from the Mou family too."

Mrs. Mou turned around and glanced at him from the corner of her eyes: "If you want to eat, go home and get it."

Several motorcycle drivers burst into laughter. Zhang Yanming glanced at the one who was shouting. What the hell is this short, ugly, black and shiny guy?

"You're in need of a scratch on the horse race."

Zhang Yanming frowned and said something strange uncontrollably. Horse racing? This person's name is horse racing?

Sai Ma smiled and shook his head: "No, you guys are the ones recruiting girls." He spoke with a slight accent, and I couldn't tell where he came from.

Zhang Yanming took a look at the people standing and sitting next to him. Lao Cui, Xiama, Heizi, Baoli, and Belly all looked to be in their thirties or forties.

You can even call them out, but who are they?

Lao Cui is the most upright-looking among these people. He is a bit handsome and looks the youngest. He is sitting on the motorcycle with one leg crossed. Well, Happy 125. This is a good car. It is compact and powerful. .

"Er Ming, if you really have nothing to do, you can buy a motorcycle and run around. It's just to kill time. It's not a problem to sleep in the house like this every day. Everyone is so stupid." Old Cui played. Yan Hui said to Zhang Yanming.

Heizi was the one who called Zhang Yanming just now and said, "Long is not short of money, so it's not good to be idle."

Zhang Yanming blinked, as if this Heizi called himself different from others, Long? Why is it called this?

"Er Ming." Someone shouted from behind.

Zhang Yanming turned around and looked over. Xiao Jie, the gold shop owner, waved his hand: "Come on, come on."

"What are you doing?" Zhang Yanming was a little confused, but he still walked over. In his memory, it seemed that he rented this gold shop from his own place, with about ten square meters separated, but he was not sure.

The shop is quite shabby. To put it simply, it is dirty and messy. Everything is messy and gray, and tools and utensils are piled up randomly. I am not only doing gold and silver jewelry but also repairing watches, but the workbench for repairing watches is quite clean. .

"What's going on? It's mysterious." Zhang Yanming followed Xiao Jie into the house and asked.

Xiaojie scratched his head, his face turned red, and he looked a little embarrassed, but he still said it: "Well, give me two thousand yuan, okay? I'll collect some gold. Don't dare to talk nonsense.

I'll pay you back in a few days, maybe a week. Can you believe me?"

Zhang Yanming looked at Xiao Jie: "Where to collect it from? Are you sure? Don't let others deceive you."

Small commentator: "No, it's all an old relationship. People specialize in doing this and send it to the south. I'm just trying to get some. I don't do much. If I don't have some feelings, they won't pay attention to me. But. It just can’t be done on credit.”

Zhang Yanming nodded: "As long as you are sure, the money is in the house, come and get it yourself."

Xiaojie glanced out the window and lowered his voice: "No one can say anything, it's against the law."

Zhang Yanming nodded.

The two men came out to Zhang Yanming's side and went to the bedroom to get 2,000 yuan.

After the urinal went out, Zhang Yanming frowned, thought for a while, and decided not to think about it anymore. What happened to love? Is it a dream that he had to live his own life? He took out his ID card and bank card and walked out.

He had to check how much money he had left so that he could make plans for the next step.

Who knows how long he will have to have this dream, but if it happens for thirty years like that time, he doesn't want to ask for food again. Starving to death is considered a good thing, but unfortunately, if he doesn't starve to death, he will suffer.

The bank is right in front of the middle school, next to the post office and the Agricultural Bank of China.

There is no cash machine. Fortunately, not many people come to the bank to do business these days. I went directly to the counter to check and found that there was still 27,300 yuan in the card.

Zhang Yanming breathed a sigh of relief. More than 27,000 yuan was a lot. This was in 1996, and all the front-line workers in the factory only earned 700 to 800 yuan a month.

After taking stock of things, she walked back. As soon as she reached the door, she saw Mrs. Mou coming out, wiping her hands: "Where did she go? I've prepared the noodles for you and put them on the table. After you finish, bring the basin back to me."

Zhang Yanming nodded, a little confused: Are you buying instant noodles and cooking them? No wonder he asked if he wanted to put eggs in.

When we entered the room, sure enough, a large bowl of instant noodles was placed on the table, with chopsticks on the side and two cloves of garlic. This service is really considerate.

He was really hungry. Zhang Yanming sat down, picked up his chopsticks and started eating. The noodles were cooked well, with vegetables and seasonings added, and the eggs were just in time, with sweet fillings.

After swallowing a large bowl of noodles and eggs, Zhang Yanming suddenly felt alive, his whole body was full of strength, and his mind seemed to be much clearer. That's it, do you want to pay? There's no way to ask about this. Which.

I sat there calmly, thinking for a long time but couldn't figure out a way out, so forget it. I got up and found some dishwashing liquid in the kitchen, washed the dishes in the basin, and carried them out of the house.

The motorcycle driver changed his face a few more times, nodding his head to greet him, and he nodded in response. These people kept changing their cars, and most of them could not be called by name.

Xiao Jie closed the door and was trading money with a man in the shop, probably the gold dealer. When he saw Zhang Yanming, Xiao Jie waved his hand.

Zhang Yanming nodded, carrying the sea bowl, passed the gold store and headed towards the supermarket.

Between the gold store and the supermarket is a four- to five-meter-wide dirt road going back, with a garbage dump at the intersection.

Zhang Yanming took a look and saw that there was a house inside. It looked like a newly built large tile-roofed house. Next to the tile-roofed house was the iron gate of the yard outside his kitchen. The iron gate led to the back of the gold shop. It looked like it was part of his house.

The supermarket door is open.

It's a supermarket, it's just a sign, but inside it's still the original canteen, with shelves against the wall and three glass counters in front of it.

Mrs. Mou's family of three was having dinner. Brother Mou, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, parted his head, very masculine. When he saw Zhang Yanming entering the room, he turned around and said hello: "Er Ming, would you like some more?"

Zhang Yanming handed over the bowl of rice and said, "I'm full. I'll eat it again. Sister-in-law, bring me a pack of cigarettes." He took out a hundred yuan and threw it on the counter.

As for whether the instant noodles cost money, I'll have to wait for others to decide. Anyway, one hundred is enough.

Mrs. Mou stood up and walked into the counter with chopsticks, and said with a smile: "Er Ming's appetite is really satisfying. Lao Mou, I just cooked three packs of instant noodles for him, put five eggs in them, and made them light." "

Brother Mou smiled and said: "Young man, you can eat more and you will grow taller. You are not fat, and you look stronger than me."

Mrs. Mou took a box of small San Wu from it and threw it to Zhang Yanming. She took a hundred yuan and rummaged through the money box underneath, then put the change on the counter. Zhang Yanming didn't count it, so he grabbed it and put it in his pocket.

Brother Mou said: "Just keep an eye on the foreign smoke. I tell you, smoke in the city hall, Zhonghua. That foreign smoke is not a fun thing, it kills sperm."

Sister Mou smiled and patted Brother Mou on the back: "The child is here, what are you talking about?"
Chapter completed!