"Smack......" The pestle thought about it blindly, and he was indeed confused. He couldn't tell whether Fang Bailu was like sweet or sweet like Fang Bailu, in short, he had to keep her secret.

Knowing that there was no way to explain this, the pestle scratched his head anxiously, and stiffened his neck at Grandma Liang: "Anyway, I promised her, I can't let you go out!"

"Hey, you kid, why don't you know it, girl, don't you tell me, how will she know? Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Grandma Liang was in a hurry, and she dragged the broom and squeezed it out. The pestle was also in a hurry, and he put the hospital door deadly:

"No, it's useless to say anything, I have to be responsible for you!"

"Responsible?" In the end, Grandma Liang was really angry, panting and asking rhetorically, throwing the broom on the garbage truck, and shouting at the tin compartment:

"It doesn't matter if you want to make money or not! But this street sweeping work is only done by taking care of me on the street, and I can't pick a child when I have a minor illness, how can there be any reason to get a minor injury and go down the line of fire? If you stop it again, I will cut off the relationship with you for half of your grandchildren!"

“……”

In the end, the pestle was defeated. He couldn't resist Grandma Liang, so he had to accompany her to sweep the streets.

It's early winter, and although you don't feel the harshness of winter during the day, it's very cold at night. There are not many pedestrians on the streets, many shops have closed early, and the hustle and bustle of the day has turned into a cold silence.

The pestle shrunk his neck and pulled the garbage truck behind Grandma Liang.

Grandma Liang swept the street with a hunched back, and the pestle put down the car and lame to load the garbage in the car, picking up empty bottles, waste caps and other waste products by the way.

"Alas, this is a man's job......"

The pestle was shivering, and he muttered and complained.

He was muttering about a pile of garbage, when suddenly his eyes lit up: "Eh, this is a good thing!"

It turned out that a discarded slingshot handle was exposed in the garbage heap. It was made of iron, rusty and without bands, but it was a treasure for a pestle.

"It's providence, what do you want!"

He took the slingshot handle in his hand and weighed it, and boasted of joy:

"Well, weigh your hands, weigh your hands! I think back then, Lao Tzu didn't dare to claim to be a slingshot master, so why do you have to be a spicy hand! With this thing, I will hunt wild cats to eat in the future!"

Once upon a time, in those days when there was no food, the sticker did not rely on a precise slingshot to hunt birds and badgers and rabbits on the Daqing Mountain.

However, at that time, the wooden handles made from the forks of the wattle tree were used, which were not good to look at and were not strong. Now this one is rusty, but it's delicate enough in comparison.

"Hehe, grandma, it really didn't come out in vain tonight!" the pestle happily held a slingshot and showed it in front of Grandma Liang.

Grandma Liang straightened up and thumped her hunchback, seeing the way she couldn't put it down, she forgot about her tiredness, and grinned: "Hehe, like a child, hasn't grown up yet?"

"No!" the pestle jumped two and a half feet high in excitement (mainly because the lame leg pulled the hind leg).

It was the middle of the night when he returned to the shack after sweeping the street, and the pestle had been excited not to sleep, so he took out half a piece of sandpaper from the scrap pile and polished the slingshot.

Early the next morning, I found materials such as leather bands and rotten leather boots, and cut and tied them, and the small slingshot was as good as ever.

"Not bad, not bad!"

The pestle tried its elasticity and praised it repeatedly, and then took out the black iron bead from under the pillow and came to the courtyard, and couldn't help but be complacent:

"With the combination of these two things, you can't kill a wild boar!"

I saw him put on the iron bump, stretched his bow and opened his arms, and squinted his eyes to look at a swallow on the power line outside the small courtyard.

"Hey!" With a deep gulp in his mouth, the iron bead shot out in response, and the "flutter!" was in the middle of the swallow.

"Haha, bring ...... energy" the pestle cheered triumphantly.

But before he could be happy for two seconds, he saw that the swallow not only did not fall, but flapped its wings and flew away.

"Huh, I obviously hit it......"

The pestle scratched his head and limped out looking for the iron beads. The iron beads fell just below the power line, not like a short.

"Weird! It's weird! It's really evil......

With a disappointed face, the pestle picked up the iron beads and returned to the courtyard, unable to figure out how to think about it.

Grandma Liang, who was cooking on the fire, looked at his dejected appearance, and blamed him with a disgusted face: "Swallows are beneficial birds, they can protect crops and teach people to be diligent and thrifty, and you can fight too?"

"Uh......"

The pestle felt that he was embarrassed in front of his grandmother if he didn't hit, and he also felt that what his grandmother said was right, good birds can't be beaten, and bad birds must be beaten if they want to be hit. I couldn't help blushing, and embarrassedly put the slingshot and iron beads into my pocket.

Grandma Liang made breakfast and the grandchildren ate it, and the old and the young sorted the waste in the courtyard.

Not long after, Bai Lu came, she specially grabbed Chinese medicine for Grandma Liang, and asked about the old man's condition while boiling the medicine.

Grandma Liang gave the pestle a look, and never mentioned the matter of sweeping the streets at night, and the pestle didn't dare to say it.

Bai Lu boiled the medicine, let Grandma Liang drink a dose, and then instructed the pestle lukewarmly:

"My dad hasn't come back for a while, and I have to go back because of the family. Remember, at night, give the rest of the medicine to grandma to drink and boil a pair, and the slow cooking must not be pasted!"

"Hey, hey!"

The pestle hurriedly agreed as if he had received a holy decree.

Bai Lu glanced at him before leaving, and muttered, "This is still the same!"

"Hey, hey, hey......"

The pestle looked at Bai Lu's departing back, and it took a long time to turn around with a stupid laugh, and when he saw that his grandmother had been staring at him coldly, he smiled embarrassedly:

"I ...... I don't have any bad ideas!"

"Hmph!" Grandma Liang pouted her lips in dissatisfaction and said, "Look at your monkey grandson, who can't see if you have an idea?"

"Hehe, it's a hot hand to destroy the flowers!"

Grandma Liang glanced at him and scolded: "The toad wants to eat swan meat, daydreaming! Go, pour out the medicine residue, put away your heart and go back to bed to make up for sleep, and continue to sweep the street at night!"

"Huh, go back......"

The pestle suddenly became listless, pouting and scratching his cheeks, shaking his head and sighing bitterly......

After dinner, the pestle played with the slingshot and the iron marble, and pondered the strange thing about the swallow hunting in the morning. Grandma Liang drank the medicine early and urged:

"Don't grind, go out early, clean up early, and come back early!"

The pestle sighed and said lazily: "Even if you go out early, you have to wait for those drunks to withdraw, and the food stall is closed, and you have to stay up until the second half of the night?"

"Okay, do you like to go or not, I have to go anyway!" Grandma Liang was impatient, and she was about to go out by herself after packing up the garbage truck.

"Hey—you can't leave me!"

The pestle hurriedly got up and chased out, helping Grandma Liang pull the car and close the door: "I finally got the girl's praise today, if something happens, I will lose my efforts!"

"Phew, I said I didn't have a bad idea!"

Grandma Liang glared at him with a sneer, and the old and the young pulled the car and went out "squeaky......

Coming out into the street, they started sweeping from the northern section. It's still Grandma Liang sweeping in front, and the pestle pulling the car in the back.

I only swept half the street overnight, and I didn't know when I passed by the small shop with "Haircut Press X" on it. A faint red glow shone through the crack in the door.

The pestle looked in through the crack in the door from a distance, but the shadow was not clear, thinking of the eldest sister being bullied by Wang Erzi and the prostitute, and her heart became angry:

"What kind of world is grandma, some people eat fragrant and drink spicy and happy, and some people are tired and can't eat!

Before I knew it, Grandma Liang had already walked away, turned around and shouted, "Hey, let's go!"

"Alas......" The pestle shook his head helplessly and hurried to follow.

At this moment, under the street lamp shining with a faint cold light, a staggering figure came in front of him, a fat drunk.

The drunken man held half a bottle of wine in his hand, and sang while swaying his body and pulling the rooster's throat:

"Big girl Mirai...... The big girl...... The big girl got into the green yarn...... Tent: This side of sorghum is ...... Jointing, clicking...... I look east and west, and look at ......."

As soon as the drunk man looked up and saw Grandma Liang who was sweeping the street, he stopped singing with scarlet drunken eyes, and his face looked disgusting.

Grandma Liang hurriedly lowered her head to avoid it.

"!" the drunk scolded, raised his head and said "ha-a-lu" in his throat a few times, "poof!" A mouthful of thick phlegm spit at Grandma Liang's feet.

Grandma Liang hurriedly dodged a few steps and buried herself in sweeping the street.

The drunkard became even more arrogant, and he played drunk and scolded: "Phew, you old thing, ugly bastard! swept the uncle's ...... Hey!"

Grandma Liang dragged the broom and wanted to come to the pestle, but the drunk man staggered two steps and one leg blocked her way, and shouted fiercely:

"Want to go, no way!"