A few days later, the village chief once again organized people to pick up garbage, and it was still those people.

Xiao Qian naturally acted as the ignition candidate. The people in the village are used to his actions, and these days, no one has summoned him, hasn't he been doing this all the time?

The village chief also saw his performance in the past few days and praised it in his heart.

Today, the village chief still arranged for the second uncle to be with him, he didn't say that he didn't want the second uncle, doing so might hurt the second uncle, and he couldn't bear to let the second uncle go to pick up things with others, so let the second uncle watch the fire!

The second uncle began to follow along, but he flatly refused. The second uncle saw that his health seemed to be much better, so he no longer insisted on it, followed with confidence, and let him do whatever he wanted.

Xiao Qian's physical strength is much better now, he has recovered to 20, and his energy has reached 50, but his combat power and defense are still 0, needless to say, the level is still the same.

He couldn't figure out when he would have a certain amount of combat strength and defensive ability? Now he felt much better, even if he was tired, he would no longer be out of breath, and he already had a little satisfaction in his heart, for a young man who could breathe when he walked, as long as his body improved, he would be satisfied, which meant that he could live for a while, and nothing was more important than being alive. Of course, what he needs most now is money, and he has never seen what money looks like since he came to this world? Could it be the same as the money he used in the previous world, a thing that kills people without seeing blood? Is it something that can make some people deny their relatives and make some people sell everything?

His original father was originally a staff member of a public institution and received a salary, although he was not wealthy, but the small life of the family was still passable. It's a pity that money has harmed his family, and it has also harmed him, causing him to be hunted down and killed, and causing him to become what he is now. caused him to come to this unaccompanied, unreliable world. He hates money, but now he needs money urgently, and if he has money, he can go to the hospital where he can treat his illness, and if he can't arrange a free hospital to go to the hospital that collects money. With money, he can go to the street, buy a decent pot, cook some food for the second uncle and Zhang Feng'er who cared about him, and the most important thing is that he can support himself in the future, and he doesn't have to ask Aunt Zhang to send him potatoes to eat every day. If you have money to spare, you can go to the town to buy a mobile phone card and see if you can get useful information about him through the phone. He has borrowed a phone from the village chief to call his parents, but the phone shows that the number you dialed is empty, please check before dialing. The village chief looked at the number he dialed and said, "Xiaoqian, you must have remembered it wrong, the phone number is only 5 digits, but you are calling 11 digits?"

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His movements were obviously much faster than the previous days, lighting one pile, and before it burned out, he went to work on another pile, and the people brought by the village chief couldn't pick it up.

The river had picked up the garbage before, and there was very little garbage, so the village chief led the people down the foot of the mountain to pick it up, and after a while, they arrived at the place where Xiaoqian had visited that night.

In front of the mountain, there is actually a fertile field, but the water in the river is gone, and the paddy fields are short of water, so they are naturally barren.

Now, there was no trace of the fight between Duanshui and the old man, just a lot of fine sand and white objects as high as a hill.

Xiao Qian longed to set these white objects on fire at once, but the village chief had the same meaning as him, the weather was dry, for fear that he would not be able to control the fire.

The village chief took them to pick up the garbage in the fields, hoping to convert them into fields in the coming year and make some corn and artichokes. They piled up the garbage into small piles, and Xiao Qian carried a lighter and lit it in turn. His body was much better, and his spirit was a little full, but he didn't dare to show too prominently, lest people suspect him, and he couldn't let people treat him as a stranger or a person, he remembered what the white-haired old man said that night......

At the end of the day, although his strength was reserved, the village chief was already very satisfied with his performance, and the village chief did not have much hope for him at first, purely to take care of him, so he would let him do such a light thing as igniting a fire, but within a few days, his body seemed to be much better, and he could consciously light a fire, and the village chief could see it clearly. The village chief deliberately gave him an extra small board when he gave out the money, and everyone else was five, and he got six, but he returned the extra one to the village chief.

Seeing that he didn't want to take advantage of this, the village chief didn't want to say that he gave him more, so he had to take it back and say in front of everyone: "Oh, I'm sorry, I counted wrong." ”

People say: "Xiaoqian, this child, is honest, and he will not take advantage of others since he was a child." ”

He now got his first share of money since he came into this world, and although it was too little, it was better than nothing, and he was naturally happy in his heart, and he worked for two days, and received as much as anyone else's. What he wants is burn value, and he doesn't give him money just for stuttering, and he is happy to do such things.

It was only later that he realized that the village chief only organized people to do this thing once a month, and the rest of the time people would work in the fields.

One night, in the dead of night, when there was no wind in all directions, Xiao Qian secretly came to this dry field again with a hoe. At first, he carefully hid under the ridge, carefully observed for a long time, and made sure that there was no one around, and then quietly came to the side of the hill-like sand and white objects. After looking around and pricking up his ears to make sure that no one was there, he used his hoe to scrape out a small pile of white pollutants from the sand, and lit a fire, so that it could increase its burning value little by little.

Although the wind and waves were calm, he was still very careful, did not dare to let the fire get too big, and was always ready to use a hoe to extinguish the fire in case of an accident, and then escape!

The night was surprisingly calm, no one came to disturb him, and there were no unforeseen circumstances, he burned and picked up a pile and lit it, reaping wave after wave of burning value.

He was so happy that he forgot his troubles and didn't know how to be tired. For the first time, he discovered what a joy it was to make a tiny contribution to the world!

He was digging at a white object in the sand, and suddenly his eyes lit up, and the moonlight reflected on a small object, and he squatted down curiously, took out the old age machine and looked at it intently.

It turned out to be a ring. He hurriedly picked it up, and it was a little weighty, and it was very clean, it didn't look like it was dug out of the garbage heap at all.

He eagerly slipped it onto his finger. It's a bit big, the fingers are too thin, even the thumb doesn't fit the fingers, it's loose, and it's not stable at all. He took it to the fire with some disappointment and looked at it carefully. I can't tell what material it's made of, it's reflective, but it's opaque. It's like glass, but it's not like it, glass doesn't have this weight. He wanted to try if he could smash it, but he felt that it was a pity to smash it, and he didn't steal it anyway, nor did he rob it, so put it by his side! Isn't it someone who said: Why should you pay back the money you borrowed by your ability? Then why don't you want this ring that you have exchanged for labor? The key thing is that it has no owner!