After Chen Tian left, Zhou Tianlei went to a car dealership alone.
The owner of the car dealership was a man in his 40s. When he saw Zhou Tianlei coming in, he quickly said hello.
"Xiao Zhou, are you here?"
Zhou Tianlei nodded and asked, "Is the car I want arrived?"
The boss mysteriously led him to the warehouse aside.
Lifting the cover, a red Jialing Honda 70 motorcycle appeared in front of me.
"Imported from Japan, 200cc displacement, fuel-efficient and lightweight, how about it?" The boss looked at Zhou Tianlei with a proud look on his face.
Zhou Tianlei circled around the car, a look of satisfaction and surprise appeared on his usually indifferent face.
"Okay, that's it."
At home, Chen Tian sent a fan over.
Qing'er played with the fan with a novel look on his face.
He raised his little face and asked Chen Tian: "Uncle Xiaotian, what is this?"
Xiaotian leaned down and said to Qing'er: "This is an electric fan. From now on, when Qing'er is hot, blowing the fan will cool her down. There is no need to shake the cattail fan."
Qing'er looked at the fan in surprise, "Can you cool yourself down by blowing it? It's so amazing!"
Cheng wanted to go out to see Chen Tian off and chatted with Chen Tian at the door.
"How are your sister's vegetables selling?" Cheng Xiang asked with concern.
"It's good. Yesterday, the cable factory settled last month's vegetable payment and paid the cost of collecting the vegetables. She made a net profit of more than 100 yuan. My sister was very happy. I have to thank you, sister-in-law."
"It's your sister who is capable. Her husband's family didn't make things difficult for her, right?" Cheng Xiang asked slightly worriedly.
"No, my sister can make money now and pay living expenses to her family. Her mother-in-law is so money-obsessed that she doesn't dare to embarrass my sister anymore when she sees money." Chen Tian said.
"That's good."
In this era of ethical restraints, if she could live peacefully without being bullied, no one would persuade her to divorce.
Send Chen Tian off and return to the living room.
Cheng Xiang saw Qing'er puffing up her cheeks and blowing air into the fan. Her face was red and she was sweating.
Cheng Xiang asked in surprise: "Qing'er, what are you doing?"
Qing'er stared with big eyes and said helplessly: "Uncle Xiaotian said that blowing on the fan will cool me down, but I've been blowing it for a long time, and it's not cool at all. It's almost heating me up."
Cheng Xiang laughed loudly when he heard this: "Baby, you are so cute."
After saying that, she connected the power of the fan, and a gust of cool wind blew towards Qing'er. The wind blew unexpectedly, and Qing'er shivered with pleasure, and then let out a exclamation: "Wow, it's windy, okay." It’s cool”
"Blow the fan, let the fan blow you, not you blow the fan, little fool." Cheng Xiang pinched her little face and said.
"It's so magical, Mom, you don't have to shake the cattail fan anymore." Qing'er clapped her hands happily.
Cheng Xiang pressed a button, and the fan began to shake its head.
Qing'er once again exclaimed: "It touched mom."
Qing'er ran back and forth following the shaking of the fan: "It blew here, and it blew here again."
He giggled happily as he ran.
The two were having fun when there was a rumble at the door.
Cheng Xiang took Qing'er out to take a look.
I saw a motorcycle parked at the door. The person on the car was wearing a red helmet, black pants and a black T-shirt. He stretched out his long legs and opened the motorcycle's stand.
Turn off the engine, get out of the car, take off your helmet, it's Zhou Tianlei.
"Dad, I want to ride a bicycle too." Qing'er ran over and opened his hand for Zhou Tianlei to hug him.
Zhou Tianlei picked up Qing'er and put her on the motorcycle. Qing'er magically held the handle and muttered: "Boom, boom, boom."
People passing by were curious to see the motorcycle and came around to look at it.
When the neighbors heard the sound, they all ran out to watch.
"Hey, Tianlei has already bought a motorcycle?"
"The price is not low, right?"
"It's definitely not cheap. A boy from the Wang family in the neighboring village bought a second-hand one for 1,000 yuan. This Tianlei one looks new at first glance."
"How generous."
There were shouts of admiration from all around.
In this era, it is already amazing to have a bicycle, let alone a motorcycle. In later generations, this is basically the level of BMW and Mercedes-Benz.
Cheng Xiang walked over and took a look and said, "Why do you think of buying a car?"
Zhou Tianlei said calmly: "It's convenient to go out."
Cheng Xiang nodded, and it was true that his business was getting more and more. It was okay to ride a bicycle for short distances, but it was not convenient for long distances.
And he is a big boss, so motorcycles are more in line with his worth.
"Did you also buy the fan today?" Cheng Xiang asked.
"Well, is it useful?" Zhou Tianlei nodded.
"Easy to use, very cool." Cheng Xiang said with a smile.
Zhou Tianlei felt a little distressed when he thought of Cheng Xiang's appearance when he came home from get off work yesterday, dripping with sweat while cooking.
Even if he couldn't let her live a luxurious life like the people in the city, he still wanted to do his best to give her the best.
The onlookers slowly dispersed, Zhou Tianlei picked up Qing'er, carried Cheng Cheng and wanted to go home.
"Let's go to Shilipu in the afternoon to make a bathtub." Zhou Tianlei said as he walked.
"Okay" Cheng Xiang responded.
After lunch, Cheng Xiang coaxed Qing'er to take a nap, asked Xiuhua to take care of her, and went out with Zhou Tianlei.
Zhou Tianlei took out a small pink helmet and put it on Cheng Xiang's head, and tied it on for her gently.
Then he raised his long legs to straddle the motorcycle and kicked the accelerator.
He turned around and whispered: "Think about it, get in the car."
Cheng Xiang got on the back seat of the motorcycle and reached out to grab Zhou Tianlei's clothes.
The motorcycle started, and with a sudden momentum, Cheng Xiang's helmet hit Zhou Tianlei's back.
Zhou Tianlei stood behind him, pulled Cheng Xiang's hand, put it on his waist, and said softly: "Hold tight."
Cheng Xiang followed his words and put his arms around Zhou Tianlei's waist. Through the thin T-shirt, he could vaguely feel rows of undulating lines.
Cheng Xiang's little hand unconsciously rubbed up and down the lines a few times.
The itchy feeling made Zhou Tianlei tighten his waist instantly.
The roads in the countryside were bumpy and bumpy. Even though the new motorcycle had good shock absorption and Zhou Tianlei's driving skills were also very good, Cheng Xiang still stumbled around.
She could only hold Zhou Tianlei's waist tightly to keep herself balanced and not be thrown out.
After driving for about half an hour, we arrived at Shilipu.
I asked about Zhang Qingxiang all the way and found his home.
Their home is a fenced yard at the end of the village. There are three mud houses facing south in the yard. There are a lot of wood piled in the yard.
There are some finished tables, chairs, benches, and some semi-finished products hanging in the corner.
Through the fence, I saw a stooped man sawing a piece of wood with his back to the gate.
Cheng Xiang called out politely: "Hello."
Suddenly I remembered that Zhou Tianlei said that this old man was mute, so he probably couldn't hear.
But the old man turned back.
He squinted his eyes and looked out the door, slowly approaching, and when he saw Cheng Xiang's face clearly, he showed a surprised expression.
