Siheyuan: There are three little cats at home

Chapter 464 Post Office Troubles
The singing shocked many people, and the adults who were preparing to mail things to relatives and friends all looked sideways.

Of course, the young people also turned their heads and looked at Ma Jiefang, who was singing, and Xu Qing, who was accompanying him, and looked at them curiously.

However, the reaction of young people is completely different from that of older people.

Young people think it sounds good. Of course, it’s the songs that sound good, not Ma Jiefang’s singing.

Along with the trend of reform, sweet honey floated back to China, causing young men and women who like new things to sing secretly in private.

Ma Jiefang just hummed a few words, and several girls aged [-] or [-] stared at him and asked in a low voice:

"Comrade, can you lend me the lyrics to the sweet lyrics?"

Xu Qing looked at his brother-in-law calmly.

Ma Jiefang looked embarrassed and replied in a low voice:

"Sorry, I heard someone else sing it, but there are no lyrics."

The girls looked disappointed, but they were quite polite. They shook the braids on their heads, held the letters that had not yet been sent, said "Oh", turned around and continued to find someone at the post office to mail the letters.

Ma Jiefang glanced at Xu Qing proudly, "Brother Qingzi, am I right?"

Xu Qing smiled and said nothing.

He wasn't going to talk about it when he came to the post office.

But I plan to see if monkey tickets are available.

If it is released, buy two or three editions.

Anyway, the value of the monkey ticket cannot be reflected at this time.

Except for him, no one knew that in the next ten years, the inconspicuous and worthless eight-cent monkey ticket would increase exponentially in value.

However, Xu Qing did not see the monkey stamps that he had been thinking about these days. He asked the people at the post office, and they said they could still receive news. They did not know when the stamps issued this year would be delivered.

Xu Qing's trip was in vain. He randomly selected a few good-looking ones, bought them for his son Hongzhi, and then walked out of the post office with Ma Jiefang.

The weather is now getting warmer, and the warm winter sun is shining on your body, making you feel even more comfortable.

Many young men gathered around the motorcycle placed outside.

There were three floors inside and three floors outside. They were holding cigarettes in their mouths and looking back and forth on the motorcycle greedily. The more courageous ones saw Xu Qing and Er Mazi entering the post office earlier. Knowing that the owner of the car was not there, they touched it with their hands unscrupulously. .

If it hadn't been locked, the motorcycle would have been pushed away in just a few minutes.

Xu Qing scolded, and those young boys tilted their heads, holding cigarettes in their mouths, glanced at Xu Qing and Er Mazi, and reluctantly left the motorcycle.

Public security in the city is better than it was in the past ten years or so.

But people who don't have four or six are suffering one after another.

Ma Jiefang took out his car keys and cursed.

Unexpectedly, those young boys all glared and shouted:

"Brother, it's just a motorcycle, and it's not your wife. What's wrong with our brothers touching it?!"

Ma Jiefang's face darkened, and the hand holding the key grabbed the collar of the young man in front of him.

"Grandson, if you dare, say something again?!"

The young man relied on the strength of the crowd and was not afraid. He glared at Ma Jiefang and said, "Hey, are you going to let me go?

Believe it or not, our brothers opened your eyes today? ! "

Ma Jiefang glanced at those people with disdain, tightened his strength with his right hand, grabbed the other person's neck, and said coldly:
"Damn, it's just you three grandsons. When grandpa was at work, you were fucking peeing, playing in the mud, and yelling at me. Are you tired of it?"

For a moment, people around the post office turned to look at Ma Jiefang and those second-rate men.

The people who were originally gathered around the motorcycle took a few steps back, distanced themselves from the young men, and watched the excitement from the sidelines.

Xu Qing stood next to Ma Jiefang and looked sharply at the other people who were still shouting. Although he didn't say anything, he frightened the boys and they stopped shouting and suddenly did not dare to speak anymore.

A second-rate guy is a second-rate guy after all.

Bullying the weak and fearing the strong, pinching the soft persimmon to death, powerful people will instantly become intimidated.

Xu Qingjun was wearing a leather jacket under his coat, and black leather gloves on his hands. Although his feet were cotton shoes, they were still leather. He also wore the radar watch Feng Ming returned to him in the morning on his wrists.

Dressed like this, those second-rate guys couldn't help but think about whether the person in front of them was easy to offend.

As for Ma Jiefang, her clothes are actually not bad, but the watch she wears is a Shanghai watch she bought the year she married Wu Yumei. Not as good as foreign radar watches.

In addition, the large cotton-padded coat on his body is blue, and he wears traditional black cotton-padded shoes on his feet. At a glance, he is recognized as a cadre working in the factory.

But there are millions of people in Forty-Nine City, and there are so many cadres. They are not high-ranking officials, but ordinary cadres, and second-rate cadres are not afraid at all.

Seeing that Ma Jiefang was only about ten years older than them, he had been scolded just now. For people like them who hang out on the street, the only thing they care about is face.

You can live without anything, but you can’t lose face.

Otherwise, why are you still fooling around on the street?

If Ma Jiefang hadn't scolded him, they wouldn't have bothered him anymore.

But after scolding, naturally everyone was unconvinced and wanted to regain their position.

For them, fights are commonplace.

Don't make trouble with people on the street any day.

But today, I hit a brick wall.

Xu Qing took off his hat and struck it on the head of the young man Ma Jiefang was holding.

"Fuck off!"

Xu Qing cursed. The young man's eyes were burning, his neck was stiff, but he was staring at the radar watch on Xu Qing's wrist and looking at the motorcycle out of the corner of his eye.

I was terrified, knowing that I had offended someone I shouldn't have.

He immediately wilted, put on a smile, took out the cigarette from his body, handed it to Xu Qing and Er Mazi and said:
"You two gentlemen, I'm just ignorant. Let's have a cigarette to calm the fire."

While talking, he took out his lighter and helped Xu Qing and Ma Jiefang light cigarettes.

When Ma Jiefang saw that this kid was still on the right track, he let go of his hand, glared coldly, and cursed:

"Grandson, when you see grandpa in the future, run away from me in a hurry, don't make yourself uncomfortable."

The young man nodded repeatedly and lost all his temper.

If you dare to challenge me, you are really asking for death.

They were hanging out on the street, and the police kept an eye on them.

I saw Xu Qing dressed well, riding a motorcycle and wearing a radar watch.

No matter how blind I am, I know clearly that these two are not ordinary people.

If you are offended in the morning, the police will come to your door in the afternoon.

They are not afraid of trouble, and they feel like going home when they stay in the station. It's just that it's not comfortable to go there in winter.

The crowd watching on the side suddenly became like pugs when they saw those second-rate men shouting for a while, and they all wanted to apologize to Xu Qing and Ma Jiefang.

Suddenly, I was filled with contempt, but no one dared to say anything.

After all, a second-rate person is still a second-rate person.

Ordinary people cannot afford to offend them.

Seeing that there was no excitement to be seen, the crowd of onlookers dispersed.

Xu Qing puffed on his cigarette and asked Ma Jiefang to ride his motorcycle. The two ignored the young men and left the post office directly, heading back to the grain station.

But Xu Qing and Ma Jiefang had just walked away, and Cao Xiaojun, who had only been out of the station for half a month, was riding a bicycle and came to the young men, wearing a military coat he didn't know where he got it from. Peony smoked, grinning and cursing:

"You bastards, I asked you to keep an eye on the pretty girls coming in and out of the post office. What the hell are you doing?!"

The young man who had been slapped by Xu Qing turned around and looked at Cao Xiaojun and said:

"Brother Xiaojun, we have been keeping an eye on you."

Cao Xiaojun was lying on his bicycle, eating the hot pancakes and fruits he had just bought. He ignored the new boys and stared at the inside of the post office, waiting for the girls he had already picked out, hoping to strike up a conversation later and lead them. They went ice skating in Shichahai.

When Cao Xiaojun came out of the station, he was regarded as a person with a criminal record. The gang of friends he used to play with all avoided.

For example, Feng Baldzi and Shouhou went to the countryside to rob a tomb with Shouhou's third uncle. However, they were bumped into by Xu Qing and Er Mazi who were going to the countryside to collect grain in August. The tomb was not entered, but the two of them got involved.

I'm still squatting inside until now.

And some people who used to follow Cao Xiaojun, under the arrangement of their families, no longer fool around, get married, have children, start a family, start a business, and live a stable life.

Cao Xiaojun is the only one who doesn't do his job properly. Without Shouhou and Feng Baldzi, he doesn't want to do serious work. He hangs around until he is in his 30s and achieves nothing.

After divorcing Wu Xiuying, Cao Chunhua was so angry that he suffered two strokes and almost lost his hair.I no longer want to take care of my son who can't control me anymore.

However, Cao Xiaojun's mother still works at the street office, but she can't control her son's misbehavior even if she wants to.

We can only let it go on.

Cao Xiaojun has indeed struggled a lot. Since he never went to school, he has become accustomed to being free and loose. Over the years, all the people he has met are unreasonable people.

What he did was nothing special.

Because of his age, he knows a lot of gangsters on the street. As soon as he came out of the police a few days ago, he gathered a group of students who had just dropped out of high school.

Become a big brother and let them follow him around on the streets every day.

It has restored a lot of its past style.

It's just that people on the street sneered at him.

More than 30 years old, still in tune, who wants to see you?

However, Cao Xiaojun disagreed.

My wife is gone, I am a single man, my life is broken, and I have to live one day at a time.

I don't want to think about what will happen tomorrow.

Cao Xiaojun had just finished eating the pancakes, and before he could wipe his mouth with the sleeves of his military coat, he saw the girls coming out of the post office. He turned to the young man beside him and said urgently:
"Go and call your female classmates over."

The young man looked reluctant, but Cao Xiaojun's eyes widened, his face darkened, he got angry, and he was so frightened that he immediately ran towards the girls at the door of the post office.

Cao Xiaojun jumped off his bicycle, straightened his clothes, patted the dust on the hem of his military coat, pushed his bicycle and followed closely. He walked to the girls at the door of the post office and heard that they didn't know him and were unwilling to go skating. .

Cao Xiaojun reached out and took out the peony cigarette from his military coat, held it in the corner of his mouth, and said with a smile:
"Sister, brother, I'll treat you to a treat at no cost to you. After skating later, I'll treat you to a meal at Fangshan. Now we know each other."

Those girls saw that Cao Xiaojun was well-dressed, but seeing that he was more than a round older than them, they still didn't want to go.

Cao Xiaojun was a little angry. He winked at the young man beside him, held a cigarette in his mouth, and blocked the door of the post office, signaling that they must go today!
When the girls saw this, they turned around and returned to the post office, knowing that Cao Xiaojun and his party did not dare to embarrass them inside the post office.

Cao Xiaojun was angry, looked sideways at the young man next to him and said, "What's going on with your female classmates? Do you look down on your brother?"

The young man whispered: "Brother Xiaojun, your bicycle is too old. Didn't you say that your father used to be the leader of a cultural troupe? Just ask him to get you a motorcycle. I will definitely let them out."

There were two people riding motorcycles just now, and one of them was wearing a radar watch, so that was respectable! "

Cao Xiaojun's face turned cold. It's not that he didn't want to, he couldn't do it.

He had just been released from prison not long ago. He had already plundered all the money at home in the past few years. Motorcycles were so expensive, where could he get the money?

After hearing what the young man who had just been hanging out with him said, Cao Xiaojun didn't want to lose face and boasted:

"Hey, brother, I can get those things in minutes. I didn't see them just now. Maybe those two people are my buddies."

"Brother Xiaojun, you are right. Those two people are about the same age as you. They left not long ago. How about we ride our bikes and chase them. If we run into each other, you can borrow the motorcycle and give the piece Put on the radar watch, I guarantee that my female classmates inside will definitely follow you to the ice rink."

Cao Xiaojun puffed on his cigarette and took a look inside the post office. He knew that staying here and blocking it all the time was not an option. As time went by, he might get into trouble if he didn't call the police over, so he said:

"Let's go and have a look. If it's really my brother, I'll open your eyes!"

In my mind, I thought, damn, all those grandsons who used to follow me have stopped hanging around.

Feng Tuzi and Shouhou were also nowhere to be seen.

There are so many people on the street, who knows who is riding a motorcycle with a radar watch.

But thinking about it, there are so many people on the street that we may not meet them again.

Even if you meet him, you can just give him an excuse and say that you don't know the person, that you don't hang out with him, and that he has never met him before.

Anyway, Sijiu City is so big, it’s impossible for these bastards to think that she knows everyone, right?
It was just that Cao Xiaojun and the young men were riding bicycles all the way to Dongdan on the street. When they suddenly saw a motorcycle parked at the entrance of Xu Qingliang Station, they were startled.

The young men also pointed at the motorcycle and said:

"Brother Xiaojun, this is the car. I've memorized the license plate. Go in and take a look to see if your buddy is in there."

Cao Xiaojun cursed in his heart, "Grandson, you are really going to make trouble for grandpa."

But all the bullshit has been blown out. If he doesn't get through, I'm afraid these little bastards will no longer follow him. They will sit astride the bicycle, take out a cigarette, hold it in the corner of his mouth, and smoke while thinking about what to do. Prevaricate.

At this time, in the grain station, Ma Jiefang and Er Mazi were walking outside, intending to ride motorcycles for another spin on the street. At the same time, he said to Ma Xiaojun, his son beside Wu Yuemei:

"Xiaojun, come here."

As a result, Ma Jiefang's voice became louder. The young men standing outside the grain station all looked excited and turned to Cao Xiaojun and said:
"Brother Xiaojun, those two are really your buddies. They have called you. Come over quickly."

Cao Xiaojun was secretly shocked, "Damn it, could it be that Xu Qing saw it?"

He raised his arms to cover his face.

Unexpectedly, Xu Qing did not see him, but Ma Jiefang was calling his son.

Ma Jiefang and Xu Qinggang went to the post office for a walk, and Xu Qing bought some stamps for Hongzhi.

He didn't buy anything for Ma Xiaojun, so he decided to buy some snacks for his son while riding a motorcycle with Er Mazi on the street.

Just after Ma Jiefang asked his son what he wanted, he straightened up and turned around to see the young man making trouble at the post office, standing outside the grain station.

Suddenly he lost his temper and walked directly over with Er Mazi and said:
"Grandson, grandpa doesn't care about you guys. What's the matter? You're not done yet, are you? Are you coming here to get slapped?"

The young men waved their hands hurriedly, "No, didn't you just call me eldest brother?"

Ma Jiefang looked confused, frowned and cursed:
"Who the hell knows your eldest brother? I just called my son!"

After cursing, he turned around and looked at the man in a military coat surrounded by several young people. He looked at his face and exclaimed:
"Cao Xiaojun, it's your grandson. Brother Qingzi and I haven't had time to settle the score with you, but you dare to come here."

"Brother Mazi, watch, I'll go back and call Brother Qingzi."

Ma Jiefang turned around and returned to the grain station.

Er Mazi smoked a cigarette, stared at Cao Xiaojun, and said:
"It's your grandson who found a few bad guys in the first half of the year and came to the grain station in the middle of the night to steal grain, right?"

Cao Xiaojun wanted to die. He was afraid of what would happen. He secretly complained in his heart, for fear that Ma Jiefang would call Xu Qing out to settle the score with him.

He stretched out his hand to push Er Mazi away and kicked up the pedal with his right foot, trying to escape quickly.

But those young people, seeing that something was wrong, rubbed oil on their soles and ran away.

When Cao Xiaojun saw this, he became even more panicked. While denying it, he wanted to drop his bicycle and run away.

But Er Mazi couldn't let him go. He grabbed Cao Xiaojun's military coat, held him down, and cursed:

"Grandson, if you want to run away, there is no way!"

At this time, Ma Jiefang ran back to the grain station, panting and said to Xu Qing:
"Qingzi, Cao Xiaojun's grandson is outside and was just bumped into by Er Mazi and I."

When Ma Jiefang said this, everyone in the grain station was shocked.

Ma Jinghong, who was chatting with Wu Yuemei, Hui Lihua and others, suddenly turned cold. Cao Xiaojun dared to steal his own food station.

She kept this in mind.

Hui Lihua, Luo Hongjuan, and Li Shuzhen were even more stunned.

They haven't seen Cao Xiaojun for many years.

Ever since Wu Xiuying was bullied and couldn't stay in Sijiu City and went to other places.

They hated Cao Xiaojun deeply.

Fortunately, Wu Xiuying and Cao Xiaojun completely divorced two years ago.

They gradually forgot about Cao Xiaojun.

Today I heard that Cao Xiaojun was outside.

Following Xu Qing, he walked out of the grain station, wanting to see what kind of character Cao Xiaojun was now.

Sanhuzi's wife and Meijuan also walked towards the outside of the grain station.

The two of them had some impressions of Cao Xiaojun.

In the first half of the year, Cao Xiaojun came to the grain station to buy grain.

As a result, I had no money to pay the bill, so I just said something and went out to get money, and then no one was there.

Later, the grain depot was stolen.

After reporting the crime, it was confirmed that Cao Xiaojun had someone do it.

Sanhuzi's wife cursed at the grain station for several days, venting her anger on her shopkeeper.

As soon as she left the grain station, she ran to Er Mazi first, pointed at Cao Xiaojun, and cursed:

"You are a person who suffered a thousand cuts. You don't have money to buy food, so you just ask someone to steal it. Are you considered a human being?!"

(End of this chapter)