Seeing them coming straight to him, Zhao Huaiyuan hurriedly squeezed his eyes to the side.

What are you idiots running around with me, and you don't see anyone next to me?!

Fu Biao was quite clever, and he was stunned for a second and immediately turned his head and ran to the left pretending not to know.

It wasn't until he was twenty or thirty meters away from Zhao Huai that he panted and put Huzi on the side of the road.

Looking at the tiger with his head covered in blood, he hurriedly said, "Quick, hit 120!"

Jin Zheng was pressing the tiger's wound with a T-shirt all the way, and he couldn't free his hand, and when he saw that the people on the side were just panting, he jumped and shouted: "Rub, stupid dry bird, hurry up and call 120!"

The gangsters hurriedly took out their mobile phones and called the emergency number.

"The man seems to be injured, I'll go over and take a look, you can see things, something calls me. ”

Zhao Huaiyuan said hello to the two girls, got up and walked towards Huzi and the others.

"President, don't go over, those people aren't good people at first glance......" one of the bespectacled girls reminded softly.

"Hehe, it's okay, I'm going to help them, no matter how bad the bad guy is, he won't be rude to the person who helps them. ”

In order to make the trick realistic, Zhao Huaiyuan first went to the minibus driver to get a first-aid kit (generally the car factory will be equipped with first-aid kits, warning signs, jacks and other things), and then went to the busy mourning biao.

"If you can't use a T-shirt, take the hemostatic dressing inside and press his head, so that the bleeding stops quickly. ”

Zhao Huaiyuan handed the first-aid kit to Fu Biao loudly, and then said in a low voice, "What's the matter, didn't you let you beat Feng Manlou, why did Huzi open the scoop instead, don't tell me that Feng Manlou is the reincarnation of Bruce Lee, one can beat you a dozen?!"

"Zhao Shao......"

"Don't call me by name, we're going to pretend we don't know!"

"Yes, yes, yes,"

Fu Biao opened the first-aid kit in a panic, turned out a plastic bag with the words "hemostatic dressing" written on it, tore it open, and pressed it Huzi's head, before he said depressedly: "Brother Tiger's injury was not beaten by Feng Manlou."

We got lost in it, and we didn't find the wind building after a long time. ”

"Since I haven't found it, what's the matter with this injury?" Zhao Huaiyuan frowned slightly.

"Alas, we were so unlucky,"

Jin Zhen sighed in frustration, "We later found a way to find the way to find the way in the shantytown, and Brother Hu took us to Zhao Guizhi's house non-stop."

But when they were about to arrive, suddenly the sky darkened in the alley, and a strong wind blew on the flat ground, and all the shacks were rattled......"

"Don't exaggerate the atmosphere, when you talk about Journey to the West, talk about the point!" Zhao Huaiyuan said angrily, "If you want to perform, you don't pick the right one!"

Report the situation and add fuel and vinegar, you deserve to be a horse boy for the rest of your life!

"Yes," Jin Bang's evil face flushed, "that gust of wind blew off the flower pot that I don't know who put on the balcony, and it was hitting Brother Tiger's head."

Brother Tiger received a flower pot on his head, and it became like this. ”

Zhao Huaiyuan: "......"

Damn, even if you get lost, you're still so bloody, you think Nima writes a novel?!

"Since that's the case, then you can wait for the ambulance here with peace of mind, I'll go back first, and I'll go to the hospital to comfort Huzi later." ”

Zhao Huaiyuan felt that he had to stay away from these unlucky people, otherwise something might fall on top of his head.

......

Feng Manlou was led by Ye Qingling to Grandma Zhao's house.

Different from the feeling at Grandpa Ma's house, he felt real poverty and hardship here.

Not to mention the foul smell in the small space full of waste and debris, there was almost no place for him to stay.

Ye Qingling sighed, raised his hand and gently pushed the window open, "Grandma Zhao, how many times have I told you, you must open the window frequently for ventilation, the humid and stuffy environment will breed bacteria, which is not good for your health." ”

"Hehe, it's okay, I've lived like this all my life, and I'm in good health. ”

Grandma Zhao was a little restrained and embarrassed, "Always open the window, it's easy to attract thieves." ”

She stretched out her sleek, swarthy hand like a soy sauce duck, trembled and took out two bottles of eight-treasure porridge from the materials moved by Feng Manlou and handed them to them, and said with a smile: "There is nothing to entertain you, eat this, eat this." ”

The old man's words were accented, but they were not the southern accent of Donghai City, and Feng Manlou was a little incomprehensible, but Ye Qingling could communicate without barriers.

She took the eight-treasure porridge and held it in her hand, looked at the pile of scrap iron cans in the back room and said unhappily: "I remember the last time I came, these cans were there, why haven't they been sold for half a month?"

Didn't I already ask Uncle Zhang, who collected the scrap, to come and collect it, didn't he come?"

"It's coming," Grandma Zhao waved her hand and said, "Boss Zhang has been here for a long time, but I didn't sell it." ”

"It's not sold, why?" Ye Qingling frowned slightly.

"Xiao Chen said that the price of scrap iron will rise next month......" Grandma Zhao's eyes showed anticipation, "It will rise by five points." ”

"Alas, isn't it for you to listen less to the rumors of gossip Chen," Ye Qingling said angrily, "Our Huajia steel has overcapacity, how can the price of scrap iron rise!"

I'm going to call Uncle Zhang and ask him to come over and collect this pile of things now. ”

After speaking, he really took out his mobile phone to make a call.

"Wait, in case it really rises, ......" Grandma Zhao was a little reluctant, but seeing the little girl's resolute attitude, she could only give up, and turned her head to smile at the wind full of buildings.

"Grandma Zhao, what Qing Ling said is right, there is no chance for the price of scrap iron to rise in a few years, you should sell it quickly instead of taking up space. "The wind is all over the hallway.

After only seven or eight minutes of waiting, Uncle Zhang, who runs a scrap recycling station, came on an electric tricycle.

This lean man in his forties saw Grandma Zhao, and without waiting for the other party to speak, he complained first, "What did I say, how good it was to sell directly last time, I have to wait for Qingling to call and be trained." ”

Grandma Zhao smiled awkwardly, "Boss Zhang, it's been half a month, has it gone up a little?"

"What's up, it's down 2 points!

If it weren't for Qingling's face, I wouldn't have come over to collect your pile of scrap metal, which is not enough for electricity. ”

Grandma Zhao thumped her chest in remorse.

"Okay, okay, since you're here, hurry up and take it, I'll help you. ”

Ye Qingling said as he took out a pair of labor gloves from his small bag and put them on his hands, as if he had expected this result a long time ago.

Uncle Zhang found Feng Manlou and asked with a smile: "Young man, are you afraid of getting dirty?"

"It depends on the situation, and you are not afraid to live for the sake of life. Feng Manlou said with a smile.

"Haha, that's good, better than that guy surnamed Zhao.

That kid, every time he came, pretended to say, 'Ouch, I can't touch this, dirty, Qingling, don't touch it.'" ’

It's fucking disgusting. ”

Uncle Zhang pinched his throat and imitated Zhao Huaiyuan's tone, which made Ye Qingling and Grandma Zhao hehe straight,

"Qingling, give the gloves to this little brother, there are old men, there is no reason to let the girl do it.

Remember, be careful, some scrap metal is like a knife, and you can cut off half of your fingers if you are not careful!"

Feng Manlou took the gloves and nodded with a smile, "Don't worry, I have done this kind of thing for a few years before." ”