After crossing the border, I rely on craftsmanship to eat

late at night.

Dong Chuanlin sat on the head of the bed blankly, not knowing what to do.With his head down, he couldn't help rubbing his fingers and cleaning them repeatedly, but the sour smell of kimchi water still remained on them.

When he saw Chen Suiyang move out the kimchi jar from under the bed, he felt a little comforted.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who wanted to soak the substandard beans.Even Chen Suiyang, who is the little boss, has his own jar, so he can find excuses to comfort himself that he is not the worst one.

It's just that Chen Suiyang's failed products accumulated in the jar for half a year, and the number is not far from Dong Chuanlin's comparison.According to his performance today, it is estimated that two such big jars will be prepared to hold his failed product for half a year.

Suffering such a blow on the first day of work, Dong Chuanlin leaned listlessly on the head of the bed.

Chen Suiyang came back from the outside cheerfully, and then took out a letter from his arms.

"What is this?" Dong Chuanlin asked.

"My mother's reply to me."

After Chen Suiyang finished speaking, he couldn't wait to open the envelope.

Dong Chuanlin suddenly became interested, stepped forward and asked, "Can you still write letters? How do you send them?"

Chen Suiyang replied perfunctorily: "Yes, someone will deliver it." While speaking, his eyes never left the letter paper for a moment.

Dong Chuanlin didn't ask any more questions, but picked up the envelope he had put on the table to read.

There are only a few words on the envelope - received by Chen Suiyang.

After reading his mother's reply letter in one breath, Chen Suiyang grinned while holding a thin piece of paper.

Dong Chuanlin raised the envelope and asked, "Where did you send the letter from? And where can I get the reply?"

Although he was in the carriage when he came, he didn't see the terrain clearly.But judging from the movements he heard along the way, the carriage probably traveled a long distance in a deserted area.

In such a wilderness, there are still messengers willing to travel?

"Didn't the steward tell you?" Chen Suiyang asked suspiciously, "Except for rainy days, there will be a carriage full of medicinal herbs coming in and out every three days. The written letter can be delivered by the coachman who is on the way, and it will be delivered when the carriage returns next time." Reply and bring it back."

Dong Chuanlin raised his brows in surprise, and asked, "So convenient? Do I need to give money?"

Chen Suiyang replied: "Of course not, not only do you not need money, but you can also go to the steward every three months to get letter paper and envelopes."

Dong Chuanlin was surprised again: "So good?"

"Of course," Chen Suiyang said proudly, "Yicao Tang is the kindest and most benevolent place I have ever stayed in, and it is incomparable to other places."

Dong Chuanlin asked: "Have you stayed elsewhere?"

Judging from his appearance, he is estimated to be about the same age as me, and he should not have been out of school for a long time, not like someone who has been working for a long time.

Chen Suiyang replied seriously: "No."

"..."

Taking the envelope from Dong Chuanlin's hand, Chen Suiyang carefully folded the letter and stuffed it into the envelope.He put the letter in the corner of the closet, where there was already a thick pile of letters.

Dong Chuanlin took a quick glance and suddenly had an idea in his mind.He silently moved to Chen Suiyang's side, called "Brother Chen" courteously, and asked tentatively, "Do you have any letter paper left? Can you lend me a piece of paper first, and return it to you when I get it back."

"Okay", Chen Suiyang generously agreed, opened the locker that was just locked, took out a piece of letter paper from it, handed it to Dong Chuanlin and confessed: "Remember to return it!"

Dong Chuanlin took it happily, turned around after taking two steps, and said with a silly smile: "Brother Chen, can I borrow the pen and ink again?"

Looking helplessly at the pen and ink Chen Suiyang took out from the cabinet, Dong Chuanlin quickly thanked him and took it excitedly.

I didn't expect it to be so considerate here, and the tiny details are thought out for the workers.Dong Chuanlin admired the shopkeeper of the medicine cabinet even more.

Just as he was about to pick up the pen to write, Dong Chuanlin stopped, his hand froze in mid-air, not knowing how to write.

There is only one piece of paper, should I write to my parents first, or to Brother Song first?Dong Chuanlin was stumped by this choice.

Looking back for help, Chen Suiyang sorted out the letter and went to fetch hot water. Now his feet are enjoying the hot bath comfortably.Seeing Dong Chuanlin's troubled look, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Dong Chuanlin said embarrassingly: "Um... Brother Chen, can you lend me another piece of paper? One is not enough."

Chen Suiyang frowned, and replied: "The amount of letter paper is limited, and I don't have many left. Could you try writing smaller?"

Dong Chuanlin was in trouble, and after pondering for a moment, he confessed: "I wrote to two people separately, and one piece of paper is really not enough. You can lend it to me first, and I will return it to you as soon as I get it from the manager tomorrow."

"Do you still want to write to your sweetheart? No wonder you look shy." Chen Suiyang immediately understood what he meant, and said with a smirk.After speaking, he went to the cabinet and took another piece of letter paper without wiping off the water stains on his feet.

The letter paper was delivered to him, and Chen Suiyang joked: "Looking at Brother Chuan Lin's anxious appearance, can a piece of paper finish the thoughts in his heart?"

Dong Chuanlin grinned: "It's enough, but it's only two days apart, so I don't have so much to write."

It's only two days apart, just write a few sentences to express your thoughts. If you write too much, Han Song won't be tired of reading, but he will be tired of writing.

When I wrote, I only had the idea of ​​writing a few sentences casually, but my hands seemed to be uncontrollable while writing, and I had to write all the big things that happened.

You can't go out at will, such a big event, write it down!

I was hit on the first day of work, so write it down!

There is a black face who keeps poking at him secretly, it must be written!

……

One thing piled up one by one, and most of the paper was filled with a little carelessness.Dong Chuanlin came to his senses, looking at the last few lines with difficulty.

The previous part could barely be regarded as a major event, but the more he wrote it, the more it changed. At the end of the article, he even talked about what he had for dinner and who he met.

The more Dong Chuanlin looked at it, the more awkward he became.

Will writing so much in just a few days make him feel like a child?Love home too much?And... love him too much?

After thinking about it, he decided not to make Han Song feel too good.

That day, he managed to muster up the courage to ask Han Song if he would miss him, and the hint was so obvious, but he still didn't respond positively.

As long as he knows what to say, he will wait for him to go home, and if he doesn't say something nice to coax people, who would want to go back and look at his stinky face.

I was complaining secretly in my heart, but I still couldn't help laughing on my face.

Dong Chuanlin emptied his mind and meditated for a while, and finally came up with a good solution.He picked up a pen and added a long list at the back.

[At first I just wanted to write a few random sentences, but I didn’t expect to start talking nonsense when I got bored, so you can read it casually.Anyway, it is important content, just to pass the time to write.My roommate is back, I'm going to chat with him, that's it. 】

Dong Chuanlin re-examined the full letter paper, and was particularly satisfied with the last paragraph.

The words have been made very clear, and there is no meaning of relying on him at all.If he accidentally thinks wrong, it can only be said that he can't turn his head.

Dong Chuanlin wrote his name at the end and folded the letter paper with satisfaction.Because there was no envelope, Dong Chuanlin had to put the letter aside first, and then picked up another piece of letter paper.

This letter was sent to his family members. Dong Chuanlin wrote it in a more orderly manner, and put it away casually and relaxedly.After all, there are several people in the family. If they watch it together, it seems inappropriate to be too childish.

Apart from the tone, the two letters are roughly the same in content.The letters at home save trivial matters, and are more about reporting the itinerary for the two days.

At the end of the writing, Dong Chuanlin always had the illusion that he was reporting to the superiors.

After folding the two letters, Dong Chuanlin was just as cautious as Chen Suiyang when he released the letter, and locked it in the closet tightly with a bundle.

The next day.

Dong Chuanlin continued to follow Chen Suiyang to the cutting room, and the others received wooden sticks again, and he was still competing with the basket full of beans.

But today his doubts were solved.The sticks that other people received looked like sticks, but they were just sticks, without any medicinal value.The master specially sent someone to chop it up the mountain, hoping to use it to train the apprentice's skills.

Dong Chuanlin was distressed as he saw that there were still a lot of beans left after cutting. When would he be able to catch up with the progress and cut the sticks.Five wooden sticks, no matter how you look at it, it's easy.

When it was time to get off work, everyone went to the kitchen one after another.Dong Chuanlin walked in the opposite direction, he was going to get the stationery from the steward.

Explaining the purpose of coming, the steward took out a small stack of letter paper and envelopes from the drawer without asking any further questions, and said in an easy-going tone: "This is three months' worth, and you will be charged if you use it up."

After successfully receiving the letter envelope, Dong Chuanlin rushed to the kitchen excitedly.Hurry up and hurry up, it was still a little late, so I could only have dinner with the last order of vegetable soup.On the way back, he sneaked a handful of rice.

After returning two pieces of letter paper to Chen Suiyang, Dong Chuanlin took out two envelopes and locked the others in the cabinet.

After checking the contents of the letter paper to make sure there was no mistake, he stuffed the letter paper in, wrote the address and the name of the recipient, and finally pasted the seal with the rice he brought back from the kitchen.

Hearing that there was a medicine truck going to Daishan Town tomorrow morning, Dong Chuanlin took the envelope and rushed to the driver.

There was a group of people blocking the door of the coachman's room, and everyone was holding envelopes in their hands.

After waiting for a while, the crowd dispersed.Dong Chuanlin finally saw the true face of the coachman brother, and no longer only saw a black head.

"Please send it to Xiao Dong's noodle stall near the vegetable market in Daishan Town, and just hand it over to the guy at the noodle stall, thank you."

"Okay." The coachman took the letter, flipped through the front and back and asked, "Are you new here? This address is so strange."

Dong Chuanlin said with a smile: "I just came here for a few days, and I heard that I can deliver letters, so I wanted to report to my family that I was safe."

The coachman frowned at the identical envelope except for the addressee, and kindly persuaded him, "Well, both letters are sent to the same place? Then why use two envelopes, what a waste, and the envelopes can't be sent anymore, Why don't you take it apart and pack it together?" The driver put the envelope on the table and turned to drink water.

Dong Chuanlin recalled that when he went to collect the envelopes in the morning, he forgot to count how many there were, as if there were not many.According to his consumption of two letters, it is really possible that he will not be able to send it a few times.

But it's inappropriate to put them together, after all, it's a letter written in two tones, so it's embarrassing to put them together.Isn't this telling them clearly that he treats them differently?

Suddenly, Dong Chuanlin had an idea, and he asked his younger brother, "Do you have a pen and ink, can you lend me some?"

The little brother took out the dusty pen and ink, without glancing at it, and consciously avoided it with an excuse.

With no one around, Dong Chuanlin added a sentence to Han Song's letter without burden.The letter paper, which was already full, became even more crowded after adding this sentence that was neither long nor short.

Dong Chuanlin no longer cares about beauty, he is satisfied if the letter can be successfully delivered to the recipient.

"Okay," Dong Chuanlin handed the letter to the coachman again.

The coachman clicked his tongue and said, "Why are there still two? Didn't you ask you to combine them?"

Dong Chuanlin insisted: "It's not appropriate to combine them together. It's better to separate them. You can help deliver to the above address."

"All right, all right," the coachman waved his hand, too lazy to talk to him.He turned around and put the envelope in the mailbox, and said in a low voice: "As expected, I just arrived. You will understand how kind I am when I have to pay for the envelope next time."

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The first day of March, starting with an update!

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