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Unlike some young people, who are just drivers but are very rude to their big brothers.”

Li Aiguo secretly admired Yi Zhonghai's words, "He is really cunning. On the one hand, he suppressed my arrogance and showed his superiority, and on the other hand, he also publicized Fan Jinyou's loan. This is his wisdom."

He seemed to have won three victories in this silent game - self-display, weakening the opponent's position and spreading the message.

However, faced with such merciless words, Mr. Li could not let it go and pointed to a grandmother of the Zhao family who was standing a little further away.

"Yi Zhonghai, do you remember the fifty yuan you lent to the Zhang family a few days ago? You said your family was so poor that they had no food to eat.

However, the one who really donated generously was our old lady, you know that, don’t you?

This is clearly visible to everyone.”

Finished.

The mothers-in-law around him looked at Yi Zhonghai with strange eyes.

"Yi Zhonghai never lent money to anyone.

It seems that he wants to curry favor with cadre Fan, after all, he works in a government department.

His enthusiasm may be superficial, and in fact it is more like flattery. "

At this time.

Xu Mao added fuel to the fire, "Not only that, I think he secretly wants Fan Jinyou to be his son."

Although Xu Mao is a petty person who remembers debts owed to others.

Facing Fan Jinyou and the grudges caused by Liu Lan.

Residents who have lived in the same large courtyard for seven or eight years naturally know each other's details.

Feeling ashamed and angry, Yi Zhonghai stepped forward with a flushed face, angrily left with his hands hanging down, and cursed.

This stubborn Li Aiguo has taken advantage of many people with his mouth.

Humph, that breaks my heart.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, he started his breakfast with five eggs.

Satisfied, Li Aiguo, holding a canvas bag, pushed his bicycle and prepared to go to the tailor shop.

A green figure walked into the house with a sophisticated and steady manner. This person could not remember his original name, and because he often delivered letters, the neighbors called him "Wu the Postman".

Wu the postman had a slightly hunched spine, and his skin was as dark and copper-red as ripe barley; his thigh circumference was astonishing, but even with a mail bag weighing more than 30 kilograms on his back, his steps did not slow down, and they moved as fast as the breeze.

In an era when telephones were scarce, letters became a bridge to maintain emotional connections between distant relatives and friends.

Wu Youdi's visit was like a serenade that broke the silence, attracting the attention of the entire courtyard. Adults and children came one after another, forming a team following him.

Someone asked, "Old man, please tell Xiao Sun if you have received his letter?"

In response, Wu always smiled and replied: "Don't worry, I will bring all the letters to you one by one."

After hearing his assurance, everyone expressed their agreement and expressed their deep trust and respect for his many years of work as a postman.

Long before liberation, there were figures wearing green clothes symbolizing postmen running on this land; a round trip often took several days. No matter whether it was windy, rainy or hungry, he had to cross the territory of the old warlords and face the danger that could come at any time, but he never made the slightest mistake.

Postman Wu placed the mail package on the steps of the flower bed in the yard, tore open the bag that had been worn into leather, and began to distribute the letters: "This is Zhang Ertong. His letter comes from a city in Guangdong. Judging from the accent, it should be from his second daughter. Her academic qualifications are now amazing. After graduating from college, she was assigned to a heavy machinery factory in Guangdong to work as a technician." Hearing this, Zhang Ertong's cheerful smile almost covered his entire facial features.

Then, names were heard one after another: "Liu Erdan, Liu Wangshi." Among them, Liu Wangshi is the name of the aunt's family.

Li Aiguo was about to leave when he saw a figure rushing into the group like a rocket: it turned out to be "He Yushui". He stepped forward and said, "Uncle, can you help my mother receive the letter and collect this remittance slip?" Then he said, "Please remember to remind my mother to go to the bank to deposit it."

After hearing this, Wu Youdi immediately took out the remittance slip and handed it to He Yushui: "Sure, everything is fine. By the way, I remind you to remember to tell her."

"Got it. Thank you!"

He Yushui returned to ** with joy after getting all the supplies. After watching for a while, Li Aiguo saw that Wu Youdi was packing the package and he had no information about receiving the letter. After thinking for a while, he also chose to leave.

However, before he could walk far, He Yushui rushed over and blocked his way. "Brother Aiguo, please help my aunt to withdraw the deposit, and then take me to find a tailor to make a new set of clothes." After a detailed discussion, Li Aiguo finally understood the whole story - it turned out that this letter was from "Liu Tianquan", his hometown, and it was also a call for family affection.

In that letter home, Liu Tianquan specially reminded Aunt Liu that He Yushui was a woman and should dress neatly and not wear old clothes all the time.

In the next two months, it will be autumn, so we need to prepare autumn clothes in advance.

Therefore, a few cloth coupons were specially attached to the letter.

This surprised Li Aiguo so much that he opened his mouth in surprise.

Why did I get the chance to find such a good brother?

Sigh,

He said: “I was on my way to Chen Kee Tailor Shop and stopped by.”

Hearing Li Aiguo's words, He Yushui's eyes lit up and he said, "Brother Aiguo, are you going to look for your sister-in-law?"

"What a careless kid! Pedal faster, we're moving now."

After some practical training, He Yushui's riding skills have become very mature.

And because she bought a women's bicycle, she can travel much faster on the road than ordinary young men.

Throughout the journey, Li Aiguo kept reminding him to ride carefully.

However, this "female father" always rushed forward at a flying speed and tried to slide from time to time, which made Li Aiguo deeply worried.

With Aunt Liu's fingerprint as proof, he and He Yushui withdrew a sum of money from the Post Office. Then, the two rode their bicycles to Chen's Tailor Shop.

Not long after parking, He Yushui ran in like the wind, and Li Aiguo could only pull out the wire rope and tie his bicycle to a tree outside. Because women's bicycles stand on the street like a beacon, they are easy to be stolen.

As for the small car belonging to Li Aiguo, its unique shape makes it difficult for others to approach it easily.

Not long after locking the car, He Yushui ran over again, looking surprised. "Brother Aiguo, did you find the wrong place?" "No way?"

Li Aiguo looked up at the golden sign of Chen's Tailor Shop and asked in confusion, "How could this happen?"

he asks.

"Your sister-in-law is not in there. There are a bunch of strangers in there."

He added. "Maybe it's her day off? Anyway, since we're here, let's do the laundry first. We'll go visit your sister-in-law later."

The answer was, “Okay!”

Afterwards, Li Aiguo led He Yushui, who was very excited and surprised, into the tailor shop.

However, as soon as he entered the door, he was so surprised that he was speechless.

This shop, which appears to have only two small rooms, is actually filled with seven or eight employees.

One of them, with pockmarks on his face, sat at the counter, followed by two others. The others sat against the wall, making the narrow store seem even more crowded.

The employees chatted and grabbed the walnuts around their waists. Their actions turned the originally quiet and busy tailor shop into a noisy and chaotic place.

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Li Xiaoming hurriedly wanted to prepare winter clothes. He ran to the window with the sound of hurried footsteps and said softly with a smile to the man with acne-prone face like the shop owner, "Uncle, please help us order a few sets of winter clothes."

The man with acne on his face seemed to be talking in a low voice with an employee next to him. He did not respond to Xiao Ming at all and seemed a little perfunctory.

Xiao Ming was helpless and tried again: "Uncle, we need to order some warm coats and a pair of dark trousers. In terms of size, do we need to follow the standard size, or do we need to make any specific changes?"

"Kid, how can you be so ignorant? Can't you see I'm busy with my business? Get out of here!"

His acne-ridden face showed a hint of impatience as he waved his hand to chase the customer away.

This was the first time that Xiao Ming encountered such harsh treatment. Tears welled up in his eyes and his lips trembled slightly.

Old Zhao had noticed something was wrong with this shop.

I thought the service here might be lacking due to the quality of the service staff, so I didn't make too much of a fuss.

But seeing that the man with acne face had taken a stance, he could not endure it any longer. "Excuse me, comrade, is this the way of hospitality for you?" Lao Zhao stepped forward slowly and said seriously.

His huge stature gave people a sense of oppression, making the atmosphere around him quiet.

The acne-stricken face turned back and rolled his eyes, "That's the attitude, what do you want?"

"Scolding customers in front of them!" Lao Zhao angrily slammed his hands on the table. "With this attitude, can you treat customers so arrogantly?"

Acne Face couldn't help but chuckle: "If you want to make clothes, just do it. If you don't want to, get lost!"

I have heard before that the waiters at the Urban-Rural Joint Operation Cooperative have a rude attitude.

But I've never encountered this situation before,

What was even more surprising was that a similar incident also occurred in the shop where his wife worked, which opened his eyes today.

Lao Zhao is not the kind of person who would remain silent if he suffers a loss. Now is a good time for him to step forward and solve the problem.

Old Zhao patted the table and said, "The original intention of the street office to promote public-private partnership is not for a rude person like you to bully customers at will!"

Acne knows something is wrong.

Anyone who can say such things must have heard of this shop.

He looked Lao Zhao up and down.

A woolen suit jacket with four pockets and a pen stuck on the outside of the jacket, giving him the appearance of a leader.