In the evening, I got on my bike and went to the brick kiln, and for fear that the bike would be stolen, I tied one end of the rope to my arm and the other to the rear tire of the bicycle.

In this way, I got up early every morning, packed up the paper skins of the fruit market, and then took them to the scrap yard to sell. Thanks to the care of the old lady at the hotel, I was able to save a lot of living expenses, so I also exchanged the money for their bicycle a few days later.

That said, after a few days of hard work, I had my own bike in addition to being able to support myself.

But one day, when I was carrying the packed cardboard to the scrap yard to sell, I met a fellow from Zhumadian who was riding a tricycle to collect scrap. After the two of us struck up a conversation, he asked me where I was going to sell the paper. I said, xx.

He asked me how much a pound I was given there, and I said, four cents a kilogram. He said he knew of a place that was five cents more expensive than the one I was going to, and then he asked me if I would like to go. I thought about it and said I could try it.

The fellow told me the location of another scrap yard. So I took the paperstuffs there. The scrap collector was a bare-headed old man, not very tall, and he looked to be about sixty years old.

He helped me weigh the paper and we chatted. When he learned about my situation, he gave me a suggestion, he didn't let me pick up the paper, saying that it was too tiring to pick up paper, so it was better to pick up sheep bones and sell them to him.

"How much is a pound of lamb bones?" I asked him. "Four hairs. He said. "How do I pick it up? Where are the sheep bones?"

When he heard my question, he smiled and said, "Uyghurs like to eat mutton, and they will throw away the bones when they eat mutton, so as long as you pay attention, you can pick up mutton bones in those hotels, restaurants, and small restaurants." ”

As soon as I heard that the old man had a point, I decided to give it a try.

So, the next morning I didn't go to the fruit market, but rode my bicycle around every street in Kashgar. Sure enough, at the door of some restaurants, you can see sheep bones thrown by Uyghurs. I picked up the sheep bones.

The most exciting thing about picking sheep bones is picking up sheep heads. The ribs or other bones are light, and the head is heavier. Picking up one and holding it in my hand, it was heavy and inexplicably exciting.

I picked up sheep bones for a few days, and the old man who collected scrap became good friends with me. He told me that when he first came to Xinx, he was just like me, he was also wandering and picking up scrap, and then slowly bought a bicycle, then a tricycle, then collected scrap, and finally opened a scrap yard.

"You can be like me. He said. "I can't. I said. "Now you can pick up sheep bones every day, and when you save some money, you can buy another tricycle, and then collect scrap, and then slowly establish yourself here and slowly develop. ”

"Then I'll give it a try. "So, in my mind, there was a grand blueprint: to one day become the owner of a scrapyard.

However, I am a person who is anxious, when will this distant dream come true? Besides, what about my literary career? What about my fiancée?

By the way, when I think of my fiancée, I can't help but feel sad: she is so much younger than me, and she works in a place like a hotel, I wonder if she will empathize with her?

Although her father was so adamant in front of me, if she really wanted to change her mind, would her father be able to manage it? The thought of this made me feel anxious. That's when I thought of calling her. However, I remember her phone number in my backpack.

And my backpack was in Zhang Linfu's construction site at the time. I subconsciously touched my body again, and took out a piece of paper from the right trouser pocket, and there was a phone number on it, which belonged to Yanzi's cousin-in-law, Lao Zhi.

yes, it's been a long time since I said I hung up the phone the last time I borrowed money. That Xu Xinqiang didn't know if I was beaten by his friend Zhang Linfu, and he knew that he would settle accounts with that person in the future?

And where is his sister, what are they doing, and will they know some acquaintances and find me another job to do?

So, after I had saved some money from the sheep bones for a few days, I made that phone call again. The other end of the conversation asked me who I was. When I said my name, the old lady over there was surprised and said, "It's you, you're not dead! You haven't been on the phone for a long time, where have you been during this time?"

The old lady's series of rhetorical questions couldn't help but make my nose sour: "I'm picking up waste to support myself." I said.

"Don't pick it up again, come here, Lao Zhi has found a job for you to come over. "Then Lao Zhi can still think of me?" I thought, "doesn't he ignore me?"

But what should I do? I mean, whether I should do well here in Kashgar or go to Yanzi's cousin-in-law, as the old man said, is a hard decision.

I was hesitating when the same phone I was calling rang again. The owner said he was looking for me. After I received the call, the old lady asked me again, "What did you just say your name was?" "Then do you know Liu Binxian?"

"Yes," I said, "he's one of my grandchildren in the village." "He's been here for the past two days, you come here today, and he'll take you to the construction site." "How do I get in the car?" I asked.

"You can take a car from Kashgar to Yarkand County first, and then make this call, and we will send someone to pick you up. As soon as I heard that, I hung up the phone.

That Liu Binxian is in the same village as me, and he is the same year as my eldest brother, but we are all his grandfathers in terms of generation. I don't know what year he came to Xinx, and I didn't expect him to use the same phone with Swallow's cousin-in-law.

Either way, if someone is waiting for you there, you will have to go. What a grand blueprint, what a scrap collector? To hell with it.

But I'm going to go over, what about my bike? I can't take it with me, so I have to sell it. The first thing I thought of was the guy who sold me the bike, and I found him. He happened to be there.

I said to him: "Little brother, that's the case, I've found my fellow now, and I can't take this bicycle with me, so I'll give it back to you, and you can just give a little money." ”

I thought that the young man sold me that bike because he sympathized with me, and if I offered to sell it to him now, he would definitely say yes, but I didn't expect him to say to me: "I've always said the same thing, and if I sell it to you, I'll buy it for you, and I won't be able to say anything and buy it back." ”

"I mean—" Before I could finish speaking, the lad excused himself and got up and left. I just stood there stupidly, overwhelmed. However, through this incident, I thought that he was a fake good person.

There are really some fake good people in this world, you look like a good person on the surface, but once it comes to the critical moment, his true colors are vividly revealed. Since he wasn't going to buy his bike back, I was going to find the old man I used to sell sheep bones to him.

I'm going to sell that bike to him. I went to him and told him about my relatives asking me to come to them and asked him if he would like to buy my bike.

The old man said, "To tell you the truth, if you sell this bicycle for scrap metal, you won't be able to sell it for a few dollars." However, I think you're quite pitiful, so I'll give you 15 yuan. "I couldn't help but be happy when I heard it, this bike was 15 yuan when I bought it, and now it sells for 15 yuan, so wouldn't the time in between be in vain?

When the old man had finished speaking, he was about to take money out of his body when a motorcycle came up to him: "Who made you sympathize with others? Who told you to take a broken bicycle?"

"I—" said the old man, slurring. "Get out of here!"

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