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Seeing that Zhu Yushen didn't say anything, Zhang Cong continued: "In addition, I said that I don't come back once or twice a year, because I can't bear the money. People like us who do rough work outside, we work for a day and get a day's work."

Money. When working well, who is willing to take a break for a few days?

Besides, the fare for a trip back is quite high. My wife has always told me that as long as I can make money, it doesn’t matter whether Zhang Cong comes back dead or not. If I can’t make money, what’s the point of coming back dead? So I just decided

Not coming back.

In fact, outside there is not work every day all year round. Who doesn’t have one or two skills nowadays? Craftsmen like me don’t count.

It’s quite funny to talk about it. When we can earn money outside, we really want to come back and stay for a few days. But we can’t leave the work at hand, and we are not willing to take two or three days off and lose the few wages.

When you have no work, you have time, and it may not matter how many days you want to come back. However, in that case, you can't come back, because there is no work to do, so hurry up and find work! No work

If you don’t feel at ease, what are you going to do when you come back? Why don’t you get scolded by your family and make gossips and jokes by your neighbors when you come back?

So, on days when we don’t have any work to do, we feel anxious and will call around to ask around or ask for help. In addition to making phone calls, we also go to a few fixed places to stay. That is, there are signs in front of us to indicate that

Saying that you are a certain craftsman is like selling yourself at a price. Cowards like us, in your opinion, what does this mean?

Brother, it’s better for you! I worked as a middle school teacher, and my family settled in the new district. I don’t have to worry about finding work to make money all year round. The husband and wife stay together all year round. This is the kind of life I have spent in my life.

Don’t think about it. Tell me, I’m already in my thirties, so why am I getting worse as I get older?”

After hearing Zhang Cong complaining so much, Zhu Yushen had no choice but to find some words to comfort him. But he himself knew that these comforts were feeble.

After finishing speaking, the two of them thought for a while. At this time, Zhu Yushen felt hungry again. He told Zhang Cong that he had not eaten lunch yet and wanted to go back.

Zhang Cong asked him to sit here for a while, and he could help with lunch. He said that this canteen usually sells some noodles, steamed buns and the like, and they should still have them now. So he went to tell the boss about this.

The boss agreed to sell them a bowl of noodles, but the price was higher than usual. Zhang Cong said it was no problem.

Soon the noodles were ready, and the two of them sat in the small room with ventilation on both sides at the side of the store. Zhu Yushen finished eating quickly. When paying, Zhang Cong first insisted on helping Zhu Yushen pay, but after a few pulls,

, he still stepped back.

After Zhu Yushen paid the money, he felt that it was not worth the money, so he felt a lot depressed. Then, they each took out their mobile phones and played with them for a while. It was raining heavily outside, and Zhu Yushen also pushed his battery car into the house.

Come here.

At this time, the people gathered in front of the store had almost left. Zhu Yushen thought that Nanzi might not be able to stay at home alone for a long time, but he couldn't leave for a while. He wanted to ask how Xiao Rong was doing now, but the phone number

He called but no one answered. For a moment, his heart was in confusion, and he already regretted staying in this place.

Zhang Cong didn't care so much. He went to the store and chatted with the boss for a while. Zhu Yushen was about to ride back in the rain, but his cell phone rang. It was Xiao Rong.

Xiao Rong told him that she had finished her wine and that she and her mother were already on their way back. After hearing this, Zhu Yushen felt more at ease. So he sat down again and prepared to leave after the rain lightened up.

Zhang Cong came back after walking around and said: "Now each of us has a smartphone, this thing is very convenient. You see, the owner of the small shop has already played mahjong with others on his mobile phone. With the rapid development of technology now,

It was something I never dared to think about before, but it also brought a lot of annoying things.

Ever since the WeChat Moments came out, the people in my Moments have posted one or more posts at every turn. Either posting beautiful photos, photos of a couple showing affection, or burning something.

The delicious food is also posted. It’s really unfair to let people like us who don’t usually have hair to act as their audience!” At this point, Zhang Cong took out his mobile phone and opened WeChat to watch.

Zhu Yushen said: "I feel the same way as you about the situation you are talking about, and I find it annoying. However, I don't want to see who can block someone. In that case, this person will no longer be his audience."

Zhang Cong said: "If we really want to block, I have to block everyone! Including my wife, she is also a very boring person. Usually, she has to post her own shit for others to see, and that's also true.

He is an annoying person. But killing everyone including his wife is not a big deal! Then there will really be nothing to watch on the phone.

So, it’s better to ignore it and just spend it like this. Many people will also post when and how much money they made and what achievements they achieved.

After reading these, I feel sour in my heart. If you expect me to like them, it is impossible. If I don't like them, it can also mean that I have not noticed the content they posted. Wait a minute.

We met each other for the first time, and when we talked about this matter together, I could totally say I didn’t know. Who has the time to care about this and that?

Let me give you an example. When I was in middle school, my deskmate, Nian Mianyan, posted in his circle of friends some time ago that he had been admitted to the profession of teacher and what kind of teaching qualification certificate he had obtained. He had the front and back pages of the certificate.

It was exposed.

Damn it, when I saw this, I felt unhappy. Because he was not much better than me when he was studying, so why did he get this thing now? Not only did I not give him any praise, but I also acted arrogantly.

I decided to block him so I wouldn't have to worry about him coming again.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! When I returned home years ago, unfortunately, I met him while shopping in town. As soon as he was about to tell me about this, I ran away.

Once the road is over, don't give him a chance to brag.

Because when he brags, where will I put my face? In today's society, although some people do well and some do poorly, who can be convinced by whom? Who is willing to sincerely praise those who are doing better than themselves?

Where are the people?”

At this point, Zhu Yushen was visibly startled, and he subconsciously touched his cell phone. He remembered that he occasionally posted some beautiful articles, and a few times he even posted his articles in WeChat Moments.

Those few times, there were indeed very few people who liked it. The people who looked at it had the mentality of Zhang Cong, and it was really hard for them. It seemed that it was his fault. When he talked about WeChat, he

I was planning to add some support to Zhang Cong, but now it seems that there is no need to do so.

Zhu Yushen has never thought about this problem before. This is that those in the circle of friends who post birthdays, food, photos of their children, or beautiful photos of beautiful scenery taken during travel can easily get likes, even praise and blessings from others.

and so on; but his carefully written insights are not popular with the public. From Zhang Cong's words, the answer has almost been found.

I am afraid that in the eyes of ordinary people, he, Zhu Yushen, is showing off his literary talents or showing off his achievements to others, which hurts others' self-esteem and thus arouses their instinctive resentment. That may not be fair to others, because

Most people can't write in-depth and good articles, so no one will appreciate them.

On the contrary, birthdays and beautiful photos of beautiful scenery are something that everyone can do. If you have the opportunity to create such content, you are more likely to be praised by others. Speaking of which, everyone is equal. Like others and praise others.
Chapter completed!