"Aren't you afraid of the boss scolding you?" I took the fried buns she brought with my hand and looked around and cautiously said to her.

"What's left, he's still sorry for that. You don't think so much, just eat yours. After that, you come to me every day, and you only buy a little less, and then I will give you some of the rest. Wouldn't you save a lot of money this way? ”

When I heard this, I couldn't help but be secretly happy in my heart, thinking that although I had suffered so much, it was not bad to meet so many well-wishers.

However, when it is time to go to bed at night, where should I sleep? I thought about it for a while, and suddenly remembered that there was a terracotta platform more than one meter high not far from the scrap yard, which was probably a family's rice farm.

"Maybe you can sleep there." I think. Thinking of this, I turned around to get to that place. At first glance, it was possible to sleep there, but there was nothing to lay or cover. What to do?

I thought of the paper bark again. It's fine if you don't have a cover, but you can't do without a cover. So I went back to the paper. I finally saw a large empty cardboard box in front of a shop, picked it up, and then tore it open again.

I took the torn cardboard box and spread it on top of the earthen platform, then folded my clothes and lay down. But I couldn't fall asleep tossing and turning.

The triple grind of the pain and trauma in my body after the beating, and the exertion of picking up waste, tormented me and exhausted me. I wanted to die like this. But the thought of my hard-working and kind mother and my beautiful fiancée dispelled this idea again.

However, it is too tiring to live like this. However, no matter how anxious and sad you are, time still has to go on second by second. In the first half of the night, I couldn't sleep, but in the second half of the night, when I felt sleepy and about to sleep, the sky suddenly became cold again, and I shivered all over my body.

I recalled the scene when I wandered in Zhumadian. So, as in the house next to Wuchang Station, he sat on the ground, propped his legs up, and then crossed his hands together, and put his head on his two arms to sleep.

However, when I was at Wuchang Station, it was a room, and this is outside, and the weather in the new X is much colder than Wuchang, where can I sleep?

Tossing and turning, I heard the rooster crowing again. "I can't sleep anyway, so I'll pick up the paper." With this in mind, I stood up, picked up the poplar branch in one hand and the two snakeskin bags in the other, and walked towards a familiar vegetable market.

The road was so quiet that not even a pedestrian could be seen. Although I could see some scattered pieces of paper halfway through, I didn't even bother to look at them.

Because from yesterday's experience, I know that there is a lot of paper in the vegetable market. Maybe you'll be able to fill two snakeskin bags when you get there. I thought to myself.

I finally came to the market. The cement platforms stood there coldly, much like tombstones. I walked around the market, but I didn't see a single decent piece of paper, and some were just small pieces of paper.

However, when I came to a small corner to the left of the market, I suddenly felt that my eyes lit up, and I saw a large pile of paper stacked neatly there.

I hurried over with a lunge, picked up the top one and stuffed it into my snakeskin bag. I had just stuffed a few sheets of paper when I heard a "whoosh" from behind.

This cry scared me so much that I lost six souls. When I looked back, I saw a tall and burly Uyghur man in his fifties with a vicious appearance and a beard standing behind me.

When he saw me turn around, he pointed to the paper, and then to himself, meaning that the paperwork was his. I took out the paperskin that had been in the snakeskin bag again, and reluctantly left the place, looking back as I went.

When the Uyghur saw me looking back at him, he walked up to me, looked at me, and then licked his finger on his mouth, and then wiped the spit on his pants. I shook my head, not knowing what to mean.

He gestured with both hands again, and I still don't know what that means. But I didn't want to waste any more time there with him, so I walked out of the market.

What I knew at the time was that there was still a lot of paper in the vegetable market, and most of the paper I picked up on the first day was there. And now, this sweetness has been tasted by others first, and I really don't know what to do?

So, I took the poplar branch and two snakeskin bags and walked around every street in Kashgar. However, I didn't close my eyes for a day and a night, and I just felt so sleepy that I wanted to find a place to sleep for a while.

So, I headed north on a road. I want to get out of the urban area of Kashgar and go to the countryside to see it.

By the time I walked out of Kashgar, it was already dawn. I didn't feel hungry because I had eaten a lot last night, so I walked down that path. I came to an east-west road. When you cross the road, you will see endless fields and tall and low houses.

"This must be rural." I think. So, I followed a dirt road on the side of the asphalt road again.

As I walked, I came to another intersection. , the intersection is trending downhill and leads to a wheel kiln. From time to time, people can be seen pulling carts around the kiln.

Seeing this scene, I recalled the scene in the Zhumadian brick kiln factory. "Maybe you can live here. In case it doesn't work, you can sleep in a plastic shed like you did in Zhumadian. ”

However, when I came to the brick frames, I saw that the brick factory did not use plastic sheds to cover the bricks at all, but used weeds. As a result, this idea can only be dispelled.

When I was in trouble, I saw a four-wheeled vehicle coming up. The one who drove the four wheels was a young lad, about twenty years old.

I saw him stop his four-wheeled cart in one place, and then talk for a while with another well-dressed man in the kiln, and then he drove the quad in front of a row of bricks that had already been burned, and picked up the bricks with a brick clip.

"Why don't I go and talk to him, I can fill the car for him, and then I can ask him for some wages." With that in mind, I went over and told the young man about my experience and situation, and how I wanted to help him load the car.

The young man thought for a moment, then handed me the brick clip. After I got his brick clip, he got out of the car and found a place to play. However, I was tired and sleepy, and I didn't close my eyes for a day and a night, so I had been loading the four-wheeler for two or three hours before I could fill it.

The young man, who had already come out of the driver's seat to listen to the radio, saw that I still had two or three hundred bricks to install, so he got up, picked up another brick clip, walked up to me and said, "You are probably too sleepy, this truck of bricks has been loaded for two or three hours." I'll help you. ”

However, I didn't want him to help me, because I was afraid that he would not give me money or give me less money because he had done his own work. However, my worries were unfounded.

The young man, after loading the car with me, immediately took out five dollars from his body and handed it to me, and then led me to the front of a row of houses in front of the brick kiln factory, and called out to one of the houses: "XX, come out quickly, I have introduced you to a fellow." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a short, stout middle-aged man came out of it. "What's the matter?" He asked. The young man said, "He is your fellow countryman, and he is also from Henan, because he was cheated of money, and now he is wandering outside." He just came to me and said help me load the car, and then I paid him.

However, he had been pretending to be for two or three hours, and he looked tired and hungry. I wanted to take care of his meal, but my house is far from here. I pulled him over and it was inconvenient. He's your fellow countryman, so you can just take care of his meal. ”

"I don't care," said my fellow, "who knows if he is a liar who has come to trick people into sympathy?" When he said this, the young man looked embarrassed, and turned back to another house.

This article is from the book king novel