I used to be called Niu Million

Chapter 189 The feeling of not being able to go home is uncomfortable

With the growth of age and the soaring of career, the innocence of the past can no longer be returned in various complicated social relationships.

It is also a kind of enjoyment to take a look at the once fleeting years. Many people who enter the supply and marketing cooperatives are not for shopping, but just to see the epitome of their youthful years.

To Niu Wenju's surprise, many post-[-]s people of the same age as him bought a lot of things here, even more than those middle-aged people.

"Find a place to make a batch of this kind of enamel tank, and then make a batch of hurdling vests, and then print the original name of the production team. In the future, we will add this to the prizes of the tourist competition, labor experts, and these will have years. It is even easier to accept things on behalf of others than money!"

With the extended opening days of the supply and marketing cooperative and more and more products being sold, Niu Wenju finally decided to buy more retro things here, which are called cultural goods in many places.

Niu Wenju is always sold at the supply and marketing cooperatives, instead of being sold everywhere as disgusting ones in many domestic scenic spots. It seems to be convenient for customers, but it is also more likely to cause visual fatigue for tourists.

There is no factory for this thing that the vendors on Toulong Street can’t find. The samples were handed over to Liu Yumin, and the processing factory was found that afternoon. Niu Wenju ordered a thousand at the beginning, and the hurdle vest can be made locally, and the process is not complicated. , but the material Niu Wen chose hemp thread.

Li Shun and his son didn't understand from the beginning to the end that these customers who came here to enter the supply and marketing cooperative for consumption did not make a mistake, and they actually liked those old-fashioned things.

Don't be jealous of unexpected things. In the eyes of these two fathers and sons, Niu Wenju is brave, and these people are mentally ill, and they all need to be cured!Or stay away.

It was almost the Chinese New Year, and Niu Wenju returned to the Harbin Restaurant.

During the Spring Festival, apart from delivering water, Guo Hongwei did not rest, two stores closed one, Xizi went home with her salary and special products for the New Year, and everyone else went back to their respective homes. Niu Wenju sealed big red envelopes, and the store entrance was full of big and small parcels , A group of people in the house are packing their things.

"Boss, bring me a bowl of noodles!"

There are fewer and fewer guests. Niu Wenju is about to give the workers a holiday. The door is open. A couple of migrant workers approached the house with big and small packages. Cheapest ramen ever.

"Today is a holiday..."

"Is a bowl of noodles enough? Binzi, you guys go ahead and prepare something, I'll get it!"

Looking at the weather-beaten skin on the faces of the migrant worker couple, Niu Wenju waved his hands. Deng Bin went to work on his own. This year, Niu Wenju prepared gifts for everyone's family for the Chinese New Year.

Nuts and local red sausage, plus the marinated products made by the company, were packaged and brought home. Several people packed the package full.

Niu Wenju took another look at the service of the migrant workers, and made two large bowls of ramen, and sprinkled a handful of beef on top.

"Boss, what we want is a bowl, that..."

"Let's eat, I don't need money today, I will be on vacation soon, go home and celebrate the New Year warmly!"

Looking at the two bowls of ramen, embarrassment appeared on the faces of the couple. Niu Wenju saw what they were thinking, and waved the money away.

"Thank you boss, you must make a fortune!"

"Accept your auspicious words, and come to us if you need anything!"

Waving his hands for the two to eat slowly, Niu Wenju told Tong Wan and Tong Guo to clean up, leaving no corners and corners behind. If they were not open during the Chinese New Year, it would be regarded as a formal closure of business.

"Brother Wenju, I'll put the luggage first, I'll go shopping over there, and pack it for me later!"

Several waiters were well dressed, piled up a pile of newly packed bags at the door, and ran out to buy things for the road with a word of explanation.

During the Spring Festival travel season, as long as the train goes up, don't expect to move the place. A few people buy some snacks to take with them.

When a few people came back, the two migrant workers had already finished their meal and left, with 20 yuan on the table.

"Tsk, this guy said he doesn't want money, he's really sincere!"

Holding the 20 yuan from the migrant worker couple, Niu Wenju had mixed feelings. Seeing the appearance of the two just now, they were working hard on the construction site.

Who doesn't have a heavy burden on their shoulders these days, and will run around on the day of family reunion. This time, the love Niu Wenju didn't donate, and I felt a little uncomfortable and had to give up.

Greeting a group of people into the car, Niu Wenju drove the restaurant's mini-car directly to Benha Station.

"Hey, isn't this my bag? Where are my instant noodles and my red sausage, which one of you took my bag?"

Deng Bin pressed a black plastic bag with doubts in his eyes.

Although there was food in his pocket, it was stewed vegetables and a few cans of beer. Deng Bin rarely drank beer, and he didn't eat stewed vegetables except his own.

The rest of the people also shook their heads, and Deng Bin looked at Niu Wenju.

"Maybe you guys got it wrong with someone. Throw it over there. I'll give it to Tong Guo when I go back. It's just the two of them. You can buy another one at the train station and report it to you when you come back!"

Only Tong Guo brothers and Deng Bin like to pack things in black plastic bags in the store, Niu Wenju doesn't care, and Deng Bin's boss is unwilling to throw the plastic bags aside.

Originally, Niu Wenju hoped to drive the car to the station, but when he saw the crowds at the station, he immediately changed his mind.

When the car stopped at Beixiu, Niu Wenju and his brothers rushed towards the entrance with heavy salutes. Yes, there were too many people.

Fortunately, you, Niu Wenju, bought platform tickets in advance, otherwise it would be impossible to send a few people off now. There are more people at the station than steamed buns, not to mention how lively the commuting is.

The voices of parents calling their children, the voice of the telegraph operator broadcasting the train time, and the constant urging of people made people's heads hurt.

"Wen Ju, you really don't want to go home with me for the New Year? You can just keep quiet about what the villagers say. None of those donkey fuckers are good people. If you have money, they will curry favor with you, and if you have no money, they will bury you! Your parents really want it." Yours, your sister came back last year..."

At the train station, Xizi was carrying the package, and the salute she was supposed to take home was just removing the quilt cover and lining, leaving the rest in the dormitory.

Looking at her good brother, Xizi still hopes that her good brother can go home with her for the New Year.

"I'll go back when I become Niu Wanwan again. Don't say you've seen me when you go back. Just say that you work at a construction site here. Anyway, not many people have seen you. Don't give all the money to your family. Save yourself some emergency, in case something happens in the future, the family can't come up with money!"

Thinking of the second elder in the family, Niu Wenju felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

It's my relatives who cut off my back. This feeling is too uncomfortable. The person who hurts me the most is also my closest relative. Niu Wenju now understands the meaning of this sentence.

(End of this chapter)