Chapter 112 Zhao Bin's letter

According to the convention, Zhou Chunhe sent the clothes made by his wife to the supply and marketing cooperative and ordered ten pairs of socks.

"What are you doing when buying so many socks?" Fu Peiya was puzzled.

"Take it to others." Zhou Chunhe said.

"It just so happens that I have something to bring to Jiang Lu."

"Someone makes clothes again?"

"No, it's a letter." Fu Peiya said.

"Letter?" Zhou Chunhe was shocked, "Whose letter?"

"Zhao Bin gave it to Jiang Lu."

"What Zhao Bin gave it to us?"

"It's either you, it's Jiang Lu alone, so don't peek." Fu Peiya said deliberately.

The hair fell backwards in a uniform direction, the cheeks were cold, and the lips were trembling.

Take out the letter paper.

"Brother Chunhe, you think carefully." Wang Ziqiang still didn't give up and felt that he had an obligation to pull up his former idol.

Zhou Chunhe twitched the corner of his mouth, "Who cares about it!"

"Brother Chunhe, it's great. When you meet you here, you can take me back all the way." Wang Ziqiang ran over with joy.

Zhou Chunhe pinched the brakes and parked the car on the side of the road. He couldn't wait to take out the letter from his pocket and was about to tear it open, but his hand was suspended in the air and stopped.

Jiang Lu knew that this guy had just felt inferior and was also scared. But what he didn't know was that Zhao Bin was so good that he was not as good as Zhou Chunhe was Zhou Tian's father.

Wang Ziqiang was blowing the north wind behind him, which was so sour.

When he returned home with a complicated expression, his wife was still making clothes. His son sat in a bamboo stroller, playing with a ball of yarn. Zhou Chunhe's lips moved and called his son's name.

"I didn't see the conscience of heaven and earth." Zhou Chunhe subconsciously raised his right hand and swore.

"Not?"

"I'll ask you something, answer me honestly." Zhou Chunhe couldn't hold it in, so he had to ask.

Jiang Lu patted his shoulder and smiled, "Comrade Zhou Chunhe, why are you nervous?"

"Then, then get in the car." Zhou Chunhe squeezed the handlebars and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Oh, I'm not careful." Jiang Lu knew it very well.

"Look at it." Jiang Lu hurriedly covered his son Zhou Tian's ears.

"I have a letter, Zhao Bin gave it to you." Zhou Chunhe told the truth.

Zhou Chunhe tightened his coat and looked at Wang Ziqiang with sympathy. He said, "Why do you have to have a mouth open?"

Put your hand in your pocket, the grass! The letter is still there.

"What do you say? You have to reply to someone."

"I'm back, I haven't cooked yet." Jiang Lu said.

Zhou Chunhe licked his lips, "Not nervous."

Obviously, Zhou Chunhe didn't plan to appreciate it, and refused without thinking, "You can drive it yourself."

When Jiang Lu heard this, she looked up from the sewing machine and looked at Zhou Chunhe, "Tell the truth?"

"Oh, don't mention it, it's broken, I'll take it to repair it." Wang Ziqiang said annoyed.

Yes, I should believe her.

“Reckless, rough and lazy.”

"What do you think of Zhao Bin?" Zhou Chunhe asked carefully.

Zhou Chunhe clenched his fists, "What's wrong?"

"Brother Chunhe, do you make money by growing vegetables?" Wang Ziqiang said enthusiastically.

Along the way, Zhou Chunhe never rode his bicycle to 40 yards, or even 30 yards. He was riding his bike slowly along the street with his thoughts in mind.

Zhou Chunhe reluctantly took out the letter and handed it to Jiang Lu.

"Why do you drive a tractor and pull bricks with me? I dare not say that there is no problem to eat meat every few days." Wang Ziqiang invited again. He invited Jiang Lu once again. He had no follow-up. This time, he will be with Jiang Lu again.

I invited me once, and Wang Ziqiang felt that he valued love and friendship very much.

"Oh, where is the letter?" Jiang Lu spread his hands.

An acquaintance came across from him, the village chief’s son Wang Ziqiang, who was his follower when he was a child.

"It's gone."

"Where is your tractor?" Zhou Chunhe asked.

What can a man say when writing a letter to a woman? It is still a good man who writes a letter to a beautiful woman.

When we arrived at Wangjiaba Village, Wang Ziqiang and Zhou Chunhe were no longer like us.

Zhou Chunhe's brows were furrowed. If he hadn't known this child since childhood and knew that he was a honest and honest person, he would have to pull him out of the car and beat him up.

It was about to unfold, and it stopped again.

He should believe that his wife is, and she cannot do anything that is sorry to him.

"No hurry, you're not hungry." Zhou Chunhe walked over and sat next to his son, but he looked at Jiang Lu.

Jiang Lu won’t do anything that I’m sorry for him, but I can’t help that boy Zhao Bin to do something miserable. It’s still up to you.

No, he needs to see.

Jiang Lu spread out the letter paper and read it out:

Jiang Lu shook her head, "To be honest, it's not that good."

"Then what do you think of me?" Zhou Chunhe said as if nothing had happened.

But it wasn't twenty meters, he stopped again.

"It's pretty good."

"Did you say?" Jiang Lu stepped on the sewing machine under her feet, and she didn't stop.

Zhou Chunhe, Comrade Jiang Lu, I have a friend in Guangcheng who does clothing wholesale, and there is a large inventory backlog. Are you willing to take over? The price is discounted. Please inform us as soon as possible.

As long as Wang Ziqiang wanted to speak, Zhou Chunhe accelerated and killed the baby's enthusiasm.

"No, do I have no advantage?" Zhou Chunhe was a little anxious and tears were about to flow down.

"Tell me first what you are asking about?" Jiang Lu put down her clothes and asked seriously.

Wang Ziqiang was anxious and thought Zhou Chunhe could not hide his face. He said, "Brother Chunhe, don't feel embarrassed. I can survive like this because my father is the village chief and you don't have a father, so there is nothing to be inferior to.

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Jiang Lu opened the letter in front of him and muttered, "How come he wrinkled."

"Grass!" Zhou Chunhe swears.

"Chun, Brother Chunhe, I'm back, thank you, thank you for your car." Wang Ziqiang said tremblingly, and walked towards the house tremblingly.

"You decide." Zhou Chunhe said generously, giving Jiang Lu full autonomy.

Very uncomfortable, dodging eyes, and helpless.

At this moment, he didn't know whether Wang Ziqiang's sudden appearance was good or bad.

"Of course it's the truth?"

Jiang Lu closed the letter.

The next second, Jiang Lu discovered that the envelope was open.

"Stop talking." Zhou Chunhe finally said something and increased his foot strength.

"It's okay, just make a living." Zhou Chunhe replied casually, thinking about what he believed in.

"How is it a good way?"

Wang Ziqiang looked at Zhou Chunhe as if he had seen a savior.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Lu saw that he looked wrong.

"It's good to be rich and gentleman."

Leaving the bicycle and setting off again.

The letter in his pocket burned his chest like charcoal.

"That's good." Fu Peiya handed the letter to Zhou Chunhe.

Zhou Chunhe took the letter back into his pocket.
To be continued...