Quick Travel: Jing Yuan's Wanderings

Chapter 165 Variety Show Migrant Worker Father 5

As long as it is not the Spring Festival travel rush, train tickets are still very easy to buy.

After closing the ticket purchasing software, the shopping app on the page immediately attracted Lieutenant General Jing Yuan's full attention.

"Brother Yong, I will order a mobile phone online first. Logistics are fast now, and it may be delivered to my hometown tomorrow, which is just right for me.

I will transfer the money to you later."

Jing Dayong, who was packing his things in high spirits, heard this and replied without even raising his head.

"Okay, use it as you like. Brothers should settle accounts clearly, so just remember to pay back the money on time."

"If I forget, just remind me then."

"By the way, where are you going to live after your house is robbed? How about living in my house?"

"My cousin is still here. If I dare to live with you, he will beat me with his cane."

"That's right. Uncle Liang has such a bad temper that we can't afford to offend him."

After that, the two stopped talking and went about their own business.

10 minute later.

After a lot of clanging, Jing Dayong finally finished packing his things.

"Have you bought it, Yuanzi?

Time is running out and there are still a lot of things to pack in the dormitory!

By the way, I plan to mail the package back directly to save the trouble of getting in and out of the car and moving it back and forth. Do you want to send it together?"

There are all kinds of weird things for sale online, even tools for smelting gold.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan smiled happily and planned to buy a set when his cell phone arrived.

First!

The experience in the previous dimension was so terrible that he almost forgot that he spent nearly a thousand contribution points in the apocalypse to stock up a lot of gold bars, gold bricks, and jewelry!

Well, it seems that there are also tools for smelting gold.

This saves me some money, I'm happy.

"Yuanzi, Yuanzi, I want to ask you a question. Do you want to send it together?"

After Lieutenant General Jing Yuan specifically asked System 003, he finally understood what Jing Dayong meant and nodded affirmatively.

“To be sent.

Here, I’m giving you this cell phone. Call and quit your job right away.

It's getting late, let's pack up and have lunch so we can catch the train."

……

The train clanged and clanged for 16 hours, and finally stopped at the railway station in my hometown county at 7:9 am on July 10.

At the mobile stall in the train station square, Lieutenant General Jing Yuan and Jing Dayong ordered a basket of xiaolongbao and a bowl of spicy soup each.

After eating and drinking, I went to the bus station opposite, took a bus along the provincial road, and got off at the intersection near the village.

"Dayong, Yuanzi, where are you looking?"

"Wife! Why did you install such a fancy canopy on our electric tricycle?"

"Hello, Sister Cuilan!"

"Yuanzi is back and has found two construction teams for you. They are waiting for you to come back, pack up your things, and demolish the house.

You two hurry up and get in the car, we'll leave now."

Jing Dayong and his wife sat in the driver's seat and Lieutenant General Jing Yuan jumped onto the truck bed on his own accord.

The electric tricycle rumbled along the cement road, and ten minutes later, it arrived at the doorstep.

A group of people were standing on the curb, eagerly waiting for the owner to give the order for the construction team to demolish the house.

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan quickly led his men into the yard.

There is strength in numbers, and the few belongings in the house were quickly moved out.

According to the rules in the mountain villages of northern Henan, when a person dies, all the clothes, quilts, etc. that the person wore during his or her lifetime must be burned.

In addition, since Jing Shang went to college, the father and son basically only came back to stay for a few days during the Chinese New Year, and the quilts were borrowed from their cousin, so they had very few things.

Just move them together, cover them with plastic sheeting, and you're done.

In less than an hour, the house was stripped down to its foundation.

"Yuanzi, the meal is ready. Go home and eat with your uncle."

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan looked in the direction of the voice and saw an old man with white hair and a vigorous spirit. He hurriedly trotted forward and held the old man's arm.

"Uncle, please don't blame me for not visiting you the first time I got home."

"Why blame me? I'm doing something serious.

We have to hurry up with the house matter.

Our house is already built, and our attitude is clear. If the girl sees it, she will definitely not find fault with it."

"My cousin is really insightful. By the way, is my aunt in good health? Are you two still cooking on your own?"

"Yes, it can still move. It's better not to trouble the child if possible."

"Doesn't Chenglin sell cars in the county? I want to buy a Wuling Hongguang, does he have any?"

"Yes! Your brother Jianguo just bought one. Don't worry, I'm here to make sure Chenglin gets the same price as his father.

By the way, you are buying a car? Do you have a driver's license?

"I'm preparing for the exam!"

"Okay, I'll ask Cheng Lin to introduce you to a reliable coach. You'll be able to get your driver's license in less than a month."

"Then thank you, uncle.

I'm too busy today, I'll go to the village tomorrow and get you some sorghum wine."

Lieutenant General Jing Yuan walked out holding his uncle's arm, and shouted to Jing Dayong who was registering the information of the two construction teams: "Dayong, now that we are done, we will arrange for everyone to have dinner.

The trucks that will deliver sand, lime, cement, bricks, and steel bars for laying the foundation will arrive soon, and we will be busy then.”

"Got it, let's go have dinner with Uncle Youliang.

I am here!"

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