Of course, who Grandma Liang was waiting for, the pestle didn't ask, and she didn't guess much.

He was even a little glad that the man hadn't come back, otherwise he wouldn't have much meaning to the old man, and he might have to sleep on the streets.

Bai Lu persuaded Grandma Liang for a while, and the old man cheered up, looked at her and the pestle with satisfaction, and sighed:

"Don't worry, grandma is fine! Now that you two take care of me, this is almost like having a son and a daughter!"

Bai Lu saw that Grandma Liang was no longer sad, so she got up and glanced at the pestle, and didn't say anything to him.

After a short break, Bai Lu and Grandma Liang resorted the waste products and began to pack them, ready to be sent to the scrap station.

Bai Lu was in charge of loading the heavy old cardboard boxes, broken copper and iron, and Grandma Liang hung all kinds of small pieces of empty oil drums and waste bottles around the body.

All kinds of waste products were loaded into a full truckload.

Standing beside him, he wanted to help with the handle, but whenever he got closer, Fang Bailu would stare at him and shoot out two sharp rays of light.

The light was like a knife, and it made the pestle stand straight.

He had no choice but to help Grandma Liang hand over some small things from a distance, and from time to time he peeked at Bai Lu a few times, and admired in his heart:

The name of Sweet Sweet is good, it looks sweet! But this name has been changed to Fang Bailu, and it is a little more spicy, well, it is delicious!

The pestle looked fascinated and couldn't help sighing: "Alas, it's just a little violent......"

"Bear-like! Who are you looking at?"

The pestle was squinting and looking energetic, Fang Bailu noticed his squinting appearance, and scolded coldly, so frightened that the pestle almost fell out of his eyes.

It turned out that the car was loaded, and Grandma Liang was staring at her coldly.

"Hmm!" the pestle's face was hot, and he hurriedly stepped forward to hold the handlebar: "I'm going to pedal the car, hehe, I'm energetic!"

"It's just you, save it!" Fang Bailu pouted and looked him up and down, and rolled his eyes: "It's just this long and short, you can't always run away when you kick up the car!"

She said as she imitated the appearance of a lame leg, "Poof!" and she couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You...... You're going too far!"

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Grandma Liang hurriedly interrupted and said to him: "Look at this, you pack up at home and send a car first!"

After speaking, he smiled at Bai Lu: "Girl, you are still pedaling in front, and grandma is pushing you in the back!"

"Hey. Bai Lu responded and jumped into the car lightly.

There were a few "clanging sounds", and the fully loaded tricycle swayed out the door.

There was only one person left in the small courtyard.

He watched the old man and the young man leave, and stood still for a while and said to himself: "Is it sweet or not......?"

The pestle was full of doubts, and felt that Tian Tian seemed to have been reborn and completely changed after crossing the Nai He Bridge.

"Hey, that's fine, you don't have to worry about her always urging her to come to the provincial city for training!"

Thinking of this, the pestle felt a lot more relaxed.

At this time, he found a steel cone in the pile of waste parts scattered on the ground, which looked very sharp, and suddenly remembered the black iron beads in his pocket.

"Hehe, just make a hole, and wear it around her neck later, so that girl can see it!"

The pestle triumphantly pulled out the iron lump and used the steel cone to find a place to punch the holes on the edges. After determining the position, he found a hammer and began to punch holes, but the seemingly sharp steel cone that fell from the hammer in his hand actually broke in response.

"Huh!" the pestle looked at the undamaged iron ball in surprise, and then looked at the shattered steel cone and sighed: "No wonder it was thrown away as waste, it turned out to be a defective product!"

The pestle was not reconciled, and found an iron nail to try, but the result was still unsuccessful.

"Heh, they all say that one thing descends one thing, this iron bullet is really hard enough!"

The pestle became more and more fond of the iron bump, so he put it back in his pocket and said that he would wait for the time to find a machine tool to try.

After about half an hour, Fang Bailu pedaled in the empty car and came back with Grandma Liang talking and laughing.

She didn't pause, jumped down and loaded the car. Grandma Liang grinned and lit a handful of change.

Not long after, a large cart was loaded, and the two went out again one after the other.

In the morning, three truckloads of waste were delivered to the waste collection station one after another. When she came back, Grandma Liang was so tired that she hunched over and coughed. Bai Lu's clothes were also soaked with sweat, and her forehead was steaming hot.

She rested for a while, looked at the last pile of waste sorted out by the pestle on the ground, gritted her teeth and continued to load the truck.

"Forget it, girl, I can't walk anymore! cough cough cough cough ......"

Grandma Liang leaned against the wall and thumped her hunchback, her face was sallow.

"Grandma, you rest and I'll go by myself, it's the last car, victory is in sight!" Bai Lu said as he loaded the car.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

The pestle stepped forward with a shy smile and asked tentatively: "Grandma is old after all, can I push the cart for you for grandma?"

Fang Bailu looked at him sideways, with a look of disgust:

"Don't be me, I don't want to be a fool of myself! These words come out of my grandmother's mouth, and when they come out of your mouth, they are weird! Hippie smiling face......

The pestle was bored and returned, muttering: "I have offended you in my life, and I ...... a little chicken."

"What, you're just a little chicken!" Fang Bailu thought that the pestle was secretly scolding herself, and scolded back unceremoniously.

"Alas, if you two quarrel again, my wife will be really unhappy! cough ......."

Grandma Liang lowered her face and coughed violently, and the two of them stopped.

"Grandma, are you alright?" Bai Lu asked worriedly.

"It's okay......" Grandma Liang couldn't help coughing, poured half a bowl of warm boiled water for Bai Lu, and handed it over, persuading:

"Bai Lu, this car of grandma really can't go! I see that you are tired enough, so let this kid send you off!"

"......" Bai Lu took the bowl, and her face was heavy and she didn't speak. After a while, he leaned his neck and drank half a bowl of water.

"Boom, yes, yes!"

Grandma Liang took the bowl and grinned knowingly, she knew that Bai Lu agreed.

"Hey, hey, hey......" The sticker also smiled, and hurriedly limped forward to help, looking like a big climbing shrimp.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......" Grandma Liang wanted to laugh when she saw his innocent face, but she couldn't help coughing violently again.

After coughing, she looked down, and her palms were red, it was blood!

She hurriedly clasped her hands together, saw that Bai Lu and the pestle didn't pay attention, and quietly returned to the house to quietly wipe the blood stains......

Outside, Bai Lu and the pestle were unaware. The two loaded the car, Bai Lu pedaled the cart in front and pushed the cart in the back and went out.

On the area where Grandma Liang lives, the corners of the streets are built indiscriminately, and the roads are sometimes wide and sometimes narrow, and the potholes are very difficult to walk.

Bai Lu pedaled hard, and the pestle was limping and pushing the cart hard. He thought that if he tried harder, she would be more relaxed.

The tricycle turned out of a few alleys and came to the edge of the shantytown, and there was Anliang Street in front of them. There were people on the street, Bai Lu slowed down, and the pestle straightened up a little to slow down.

The two of them shuttled through the flow of people in a car, and the pestle did not forget to cheer up and look left and right, he was still thinking about the black fat man and Wang Erzi.

If you find the black fat man, you can go to the night market stall to retrieve the backpack, and pay attention to Wang Erzi to beware of him slapping bricks in his back. The pestle has no experience in doing anything else, and he is still not a layman in the usual tricks of those hooligans.

Of course, he also remembered Yang Xinhua - the deflated sister in the massage parlor.

In the past two days, he has been worried that Wang Erzi will come to the door to retaliate against his eldest sister, but fortunately, Grandma Liang has been watching and guarding him every night.

Before I knew it, I passed by the small massage parlor again. The paint-eroded wooden door was still slightly closed, and the dusty glass was still covered with a few broken red letters.

The scene of the eldest sister being bullied by Wang Erzi riding on the bed resurfaced in front of her eyes. The pestle couldn't help but hate the root of his teeth, and he couldn't help but slow down and stop in front of the door.

He hesitated, should he go in and ask Hou to see if the eldest sister was okay.

But he also knew that once a man entered this kind of place, he would be misunderstood, not to mention that Tian Tian or Fang Bailu were still there.

The pestle hesitated in front of the door, and finally couldn't help but move and lame forward. He leaned his ear to the crack of the door to listen to the movement inside, and as long as he made sure that there was no commotion, he was at ease.

It was quiet inside the door, and the sound of a radio could be faintly heard. Only then did the pestle put his mind at ease, and said with a smile on his face: This is good, this is good!

Unexpectedly, just as he was rejoicing on the door, Fang Bailu's scolding voice suddenly came from the back of his head:

"Wow, I said why I couldn't see anyone when I turned around! It turns out that you guys are really not a serious thing!"