I am reborn without a pattern

In Linjiang Town, Jianggao, there was no Qifu ferry at this time. Going to Shacheng required a detour through Chongzhou or Piling, but the villagers would naturally have their own tricks.

"Pretend to be the boss!"

"Lao Cai, I haven't been here for a long time."

The boss is not tall, but has dark skin. He looks like a typical person who lives on the water. Even in late autumn and early winter, he will wear a sun hat.

He spoke Jianggao dialect, but the other party also understood him. They spoke the dialect of their respective villages, but it did not affect communication.

Not long after, a cement sand boat arrived at the pier. There was also a minibus inside, and a circle of people stood on the side of the boat.

Zhang Zhiqin quickly jumped ashore, looked at the yellow sand in the yard on the shore, touched a piece of Huazi and handed it over: "I am the boss, the business is OK."

"Eating with a mixed bag of food, eating with a mixed bag of food..."

This is the wharf of Huangsha Depot, and it is also a route that villagers on both sides of the river have been familiar with for hundreds of years.

In the past, there were most fishing boats and grain boats. In the past ten years, the most common ones are sand boats. Whether they are illegal or legal, they will dock here.

Occasionally, there is an operation to strictly investigate illegal sand mining, and a few or more than a dozen boats will be seized here. No one will feel sad, and they are all ready to be thrown out at any time.

During the hard times in the two places, they could make about 60 million from sand mining every year. Ninety-nine percent of them were from the top, and the rest were people who made a living in the world, and pretending to be the boss was just one of them.

Not all sand miners are bold and vicious. The number of roads depends on the location. If you are in the Dabie Mountains of Huaixi, killing people is the same as eating and drinking. You can't do it without killing. The only one who doesn't kill is yourself, because the competition among peers is fierce.

But here, we are much gentler, and we have to be gentle, because for every dime we make, 99 cents are not our own.

Everyone is someone else’s dog.

Boss Mao's hometown is in the village of "Bamu Di", which is on the edge of Linjiang Town and Jianggao City. It is a big vegetable grower. However, "vegetable tyrants" are rampant and almost monopolize the agricultural supplies sent to Songjiang, Chongzhou and Piling. Food transportation.

Of course, "vegetable tyrants" are also generations of gods. This generation of "vegetable tyrants" relies on having many brothers and sons. They have been in power for five or six years. Although there are people under the boss, they dare not take the lead.

Until this group of "food bullies" named Shen beat up the sales staff of "Shacheng Food", and then recently a friend from across the Yue River contacted me, thinking that the boss might have something.

The wind in the world is just a slight movement of grass.

Although Cai Cunzhong only worked as an accountant at a grain and oil station in the past, because he often went to the countryside, he knew some well-known villagers in the two places, and his boss had only been a team leader for unloading grain ships at "Eight Acres of Land".

"Where's Lao Xia?"

"almost there."

Smoking a cigarette and just finished speaking, a walking tractor entered the yard, making a lot of noise. There were seven or eight men in the truck, all middle-aged, not young.

"Accountant Cai."

"Brother Cai."

The driver of the walking tractor was named Xia Xianli. He also served as a soldier and later became a militia member of the village "Xiajiawu". In his early years, he also transported grain through Shacheng to Suzhou.

Basically, the middle-aged people standing on the dock now all dealt with the grain station in the early years.

"It would be nice to build a formal steam ferry like Chongzhou in the future, or build a bridge."

After starting the business of pretending to be the boss, I became more and more aware of the importance of time.

On the dock, the youngest ones were Zhang Zhiqin and the others. They dared not look down on them even though they were pretending to be the boss. Like Xia Xianli, they were all polite to Zhang Zhiqin.

"I'm the boss, Lao Xia. I'll pay you for this month's hard work. It's almost the winter solstice."

Swinging his fanny pack, Zhang Zhiqin held a cigarette in his mouth, but did not light it. Instead, he squinted and opened the zipper of his fanny pack and took out a wad of money.

"Brother Cai, have you brought the list and form?"

"I'll do the roll call, and whoever is called will sign and have their thumbprints pressed."

Cai Cunzhong took out a piece of paper from his trouser pocket and shouted directly: "Ding Hu!"

"I'm coming."

A middle-aged man in a jacket came over with a cigarette in his mouth, took 350 yuan from Zhang Zhiqin, and then signed and fingerprinted the form with a smile.

"Ding Dalong."

"coming!"

People who came on hand tractors received their money one after another.

They are all temporary workers hired by "Shacheng Food" during this period. They just lead the way, walking around and getting to know where there are greenhouses, where there are markets, and where there are intersections.

Xia Xianli knew the inside story, but he was one of his own, and he had long been unhappy with the "caiba". It wasn't just him who was unhappy, everyone who had been beaten had the same thoughts.

"Lao Cai, there is someone above Shen..."

"I'll be on a business trip soon."

Cai Cunzhong didn't say much, but five words were enough.

Not long after, Cai Cunzhong's cell phone rang. After answering the call, Zhang Haonan's voice came from the other side: "Uncle, are you here?"

"Checkout in progress."

"You can ask the boss if he wants to change his career. Sooner or later, you will have to go into sand mining."

"good."

After hanging up the phone, Cai Cunzhong said with a smile: "This is a call from Mr. Zhang of Shacheng Food. He asked me to express his gratitude to everyone on his behalf. Thank you very much for the market research work of Shacheng Food in this region recently... …”

After chatting casually, Cai Cunzhong handed out another cigarette to Boss Mao: "Do you want to change your career?"

"I've been doing this for several years."

Putting your boss in a difficult position.

If he changes his career, he doesn't know what to do. Maybe he can be a contractor.

It's true that sand mining boats are huge profits, but it has nothing to do with him. He doesn't even own a boat of his own. He is only envious of how many tens of thousands a boat can make a year, but he is not jealous.

It's not a polite way of saying, "Let's make a living".

"I didn't ask this, it was my nephew."

"..."

Boss Mao looked stunned before he started thinking seriously.

"Think about it, the Chinese New Year is coming soon anyway, so there is plenty of time."

“Can farming make money?”

This is a question and a question to ask yourself.

He is several decades old and has never seen anyone make a fortune from farming.

"I told you to think about it, but I might change my mind tomorrow."

While he was talking, the minibus rushed up the steel plate on the bow of the ship like it was twisting and turning, and then it rushed ashore with the roar of its engine.

After parking the car, the driver got out of the car and cursed: "I have always said that I would repair the auto ferry, but it has not been repaired until the year of the monkey. I'm sorry..."

Afterwards, people on the boat came ashore one after another. Boss Mao looked left and right, but he didn't look like he was here to farm.

After a group of people peed, Zhang Zhiqin got in the car and then called Zhang Haonan: "The people are here."

"Reporter Chen has already invited someone to dinner. Just go over and bring some 'local specialties' and have a couple of drinks."

"good."

Zhang Haonan, who was wrapping wontons at Shao Weidong's house, hung up the phone, washed his hands again, and returned to the table to follow Shao Weidong in wrapping wontons.

"It's so busy now."

"Just kidding, I'm the big boss now."

"..."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

Zhang Haonan smiled relaxedly, picked up the chopsticks in the filling basin, poked a little of the filling, and spread it on the wonton wrappers.

The technique is skillful and fast, much more agile than Shao Weidong.

Han Yun on the side even smiled and said: "Haonan seems to be doing a lot of housework."

"Feiyan is so lazy that when she cooks an egg, one side is black and the other is white. If a country boy like me doesn't work harder, how can I let her eldest lady cook it for me? Sooner or later I will starve to death."

"Born in March?"

"It says it's March, but I don't know what day March is."

"In all the years I've been teaching, you've inspired me more than any student I've ever had."

Shao Weidong is still worried about Zhang Haonan not taking the college entrance examination, but it doesn't matter now. After all, Zhang Haonan has already become a talent ahead of schedule, right?

"Name, name, have you picked it right? You, who is going to be a grandpa, are you really a Chinese teacher? You can't be a physical education teacher and change your career, right?"

"Why are you urging me? I don't want to read the book and look up the dictionary?!"

For the sake of the two children in Zhao Feiyan's belly, Shao Weidong now reads "The Book of Songs" and "Chu Ci" whenever he has time, which is very uncomfortable.

"If I don't think twice, I'll name it one, two, three, four."

"How can there be any use in naming one, two, three and four?!"

"The older Zhang Ranyi and the younger Zhang Raner, aren't they good?"

"..."

The name in the household registration book may not be listed in the household registration book. The name Zhang Ran'er is just copied when worshiping ancestors. Maybe it is called Zhang Er in the household registration book... When he thinks of "Zhang Er", Shao Weidong's face trembles and he doesn't want to do anything. Things like this happen.

While he was busy, there were footsteps outside the door and the sound of Zhao Feiyan breathing as he climbed the stairs.

Not long after, Zhao Feiyan, who was holding her waist, came in with a shout. When she saw the sofa, she sat on it, and then shouted with a big belly: "Teacher Shao, Teacher Han, I'm exhausted."

"You kid, what are you so anxious about? Hurry up and drink some water."

Han Yun hurriedly washed her hands, and then drank a glass of cold white wine that had been warm for a long time.

"Hurry up and drink some water slowly."

"Thank you, Teacher Han."

The panting Zhao Feiyan suddenly burst into laughter, and Han Yong repeatedly praised her: "My Feiyan is so beautiful."

"hey-hey……"

After taking care of Zhao Feiyan, Han Yun invited the other two to sit down: "Hurry up and sit down."

She didn't expect that Zhao Feiyan would bring Zhao Dai and Fan Susu here, but they had been here a few times, so they were familiar with them.

Seeing Zhao Dai, Shao Weidong's face trembled and he asked: "Is it the fat one?"

"What is fat? This is plump. Are you a Chinese teacher?"

"I'm not a Chinese teacher, right?!"

Shao Weidong glared at Zhang Haonan, "You just raise your family upright like this?"

"What does it matter? Anyway, there is no one at home, so it will be more lively."

"Mom... ahem, think of me as farting."

The curse words came to his lips but he put them back. Shao Weidong, who continued to make wontons, was suddenly startled: "Where is Fan Susu?"

"What do you think of a person who hasn't been able to speak a few words for half a year?"

Zhang Haonan was also speechless, "I have another one in Gushu."

"..."

Shao Weidong's hands wrapping the wontons were shaking. He felt that he had failed a bit as Zhang Haonan's class teacher.

Teachers, preaching, receiving karma and solving doubts...

He passed a bird.