Da Le spent half an hour to introduce the situation of each family in detail, and after a lot of nagging, he came to a rhetorical conclusion: "Dad, only our family is really poor, and if you don't have the next meal, do you see who goes out to ask for food?" ”

"I didn't see Lao Zhai Tou and Uncle Zhang......"

"Of course! People buy rice, you know? Buy rice! ”

"But...... Several other families also ask for food, and I think they all go out early with a rice bowl like Erle Sanle. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info "Lee Young-jun is quite stubborn.

"Dad......" Dale shook his head helplessly: "Everyone is a professional beggar, the rice bowl is just an ornament, they don't want to give them white noodles and big steamed buns, they just need money." The people who have already built a big tile house in their hometown are still compared with others! Besides, look at who's family has five like ours! Da Le glared at Li Yingjun fiercely.

It seems that the root cause is still in the handsome father, Li Yingjun didn't dare to ask again, but he didn't give up: "Da Le, you ...... You're really not going? ”

Da Le swept over with a puzzled and disgusted look: "Dad, why do you keep talking for Lao Zhaitou?" Did he give you something again? ”

"What?"

"Don't be confused! Y-Why are you so nasty! ”

Dale ignored Li Yingjun, wiped his body and climbed into bed.

Li Yingjun wondered in his heart: "Old Zhaitou, what did he give me!" ”

Wondering is wondering, the next day when Lao Zhai swayed and dragged his "lame legs" and squinted "blind" to the window, Li Yingjun still had to give a reasonable explanation.

"Handsome, did you ask?"

"Uncle Zhai, it's been a long time, Da Le always thinks about collecting more newspapers every day, don't you look at it, I took a bunch of them last night."

Lao Zhai Tou looked in absentmindedly and coped twice: "Hey, I know, I'm asking if you told Da Le?" ”

"Why can't you understand what I'm saying!" Li Yingjun scolded secretly in his heart, with a smile on his face: "Uncle Zhai, look at it, now, it's getting dark, Dale now has to go out to pick up newspapers every night after eating, and he has to go home at eleven or two o'clock as soon as he gets it, so it is estimated that he will not have time to go out with you." ”

Lao Zhai Tou was very unhappy: "Handsome, are you pretending to be confused for me?" Summer is coming, business is at night, there are food stalls on the street, which one doesn't open after midnight? ”

"Huh? That's even worse, you look at Da Le's body, get up early during the day, stay up late at night, what to do if you're tired. ”

Lao Zhai's squinting eyes opened at this time, shining with shrewd brilliance: "Tut-tut, handsome, when did you learn this hand?" ”

Lee Young-jun was confused again.

"That's it, handsome, just squeeze out that guitarist and girl, and I'll give Da Le a cent of the money!"

"What if you can't?"

"Hey, can I still let my child suffer in vain? If you can't, give half of it, you can see if it's okay! ”

Li Yingjun hesitated a little: "That...... I'll have to talk to Da Le about it. "When he doesn't know anything about his family's financial situation and the market, he can't make his own decisions.

"Okay, handsome, I can trust you, I'll wait for you for another day!" Lao Zhai turned around and was about to leave, but was pulled by Li Yingjun: "Uncle Zhai, you stay, that ......"

Li Yingjun was a little hard to say.

"What else?"

"That...... The ...... you usually give me"

"Oh oh oh!" Lao Zhai turned his head and suddenly showed an expression of sudden realization, and then smiled mysteriously: "What's wrong?" The last time I gave it to you so quickly wasn't enough to watch? ”

Li Yingjun pretended to understand and nodded.

"Handsome, whose child is not obedient to the father's management, and your family's happiness can't always be left to him, right? If you tell him to help me, I'll lend you all my collection. Hey, don't say it, I've really picked up a few excellent ones these days, but you have to hide them, don't let Dale tear them for you. ”

"Hey, hey. Definitely, definitely. ”

Li Yingjun cried in his heart: "What the hell is it!" He couldn't show it, so he could only send the thoughtful old Zhai Tou away with a hum, and continued to sort out the newspaper depressedly.

Thinking about Lao Zhaitou's words while tidying up, there are three main points.

The first point: This thing was given to Li Yingjun by Lao Zhai Tou, and it should still be hidden somewhere at home.

The second point: Da Le is disgusted.

The third point: this thing is 80% paper.

Obviously, "the dead Li Yingjun" borrowed things from Lao Zhai Tou and had to carry Dale on his back, so when the five children came back, "the living Li Yingjun" didn't dare to ask.

Taking advantage of Dale to go out, Li Yingjun launched an offensive: "Erle, does Dad have anything to hide, do you know where it is?" ”

"Steamed buns? Did Dad hide steamed buns? ”

Li Yingjun sighed.

"Sanle, do you have any other paper at home besides the newspaper?"

"Is money paper? It's all taken by Dale, don't let us touch it, and say that it can only be taken out when it's urgent. ”

Li Yingjun sighed again.

"Sile, what does Da Le hate about his father the most?"

"Dad, you're not in your right mind? Da Le never hated Dad, and neither did we. ”

Li Yingjun shook his head and sighed, so he really couldn't ask anything.

"Five Musical ......"

Li Yingjun was about to ask Wule when Dale came in.

"Two music, three music, four music, don't go out yet!"

The three children ran away happily, and Wule went to bed early under Da Le's arrangement.

Li Yingjun is ready to use his expertise to capture Dale. After thinking about it, he didn't think it was enough, so he handed the half bottle of orange juice that he was reluctant to drink and hide yesterday to Da Le: "Tired, right?" Drink some. ”

"Why don't you drink?"

"I don't do much work at home, drink this waste...... Da Le, how much do you collect for old newspapers? ”

"Didn't you do this before? Forget it, you don't have a good brain. It is five cents to collect, and sometimes it can be given for nothing or thrown directly into the trash, and it is six cents to sell to the station. ”

"Oh, then you can get these back a day, I'll take a look, there are twenty or thirty pounds."

"Well, a lot of people are grabbing it now. Not as good as before. Da Le tied up the newspaper like last night, and there was a non-match answer.

"Suppose you have 20% of it picked up for free, and 80% of it is purchased, and you collect 30 catties a day, then you earn 6 yuan a day."

"Oh, really?" Da Le piled up the newspaper at the door, and after a while, he suddenly turned around and looked at Li Yingjun up and down: "Is your brain bad or is it good?" Why will you settle the account when you smash the brick? ”

"I ...... I'll ask you Grandpa Zhai to help you do the math. ”

"Oh." Da Le ignored the wrong part of the conversation: "Lao Zhai Tou is here again?" What do you say? ”

"Da Le, what your grandfather Zhai means is that he can't let you help him in vain. Look at you, after a hard day, you may not be able to collect thirty catties, and you may not be able to pick up twenty percent of the newspapers that don't cost you money every day. Your Grandpa Zhai discussed with me and gave you a hundred percent of the money. ”

Dale rolled his eyes: "Dad, you know how much his song sells, you just agree!" ”

"This ......" Li Yingjun really doesn't know, he has never been to a food stall to eat, he remembers that he used to call a violin in a Western restaurant, and it cost more than 100 yuan in just a paragraph.

Da Le sat next to Li Yingjun and didn't squeak.

Li Yingjun secretly lost another twenty yuan in his heart, and opened his mouth timidly: "There should be twenty or thirty yuan, right?" ”

Da Le just took a sip of the orange juice that Li Yingjun was reluctant to drink yesterday, and directly squirted it out: "If you drink it, if you don't drink it, it will all change its taste!" ”

Li Yingjun hurriedly beat Da Le's back, Da Le buried his head in his arms and coughed, the cough stopped, and his shoulders were still shrugged.

"That's ten bucks, right...... Don't laugh at Dad, I don't know. Li Yingjun felt a little embarrassed.

"I didn't laugh at you, who laughed at you."

Da Le's voice sounded a little nasal, like a cold, and Li Yingjun pondered: "The cough is so serious?" Hurriedly moved his butt and squatted opposite Da Le, and his two big hands pressed Da Le's head and pulled it out from the crook of his arm: "Da Le, aren't you sick?" ”

"You're sick!"

Dale cried: "Dad, why is your brain bad like this!" Woooooooooooo ”

"Ah......" Li Yingjun was stunned.

Li Yingjun was in a hurry, wanting to wipe Da Le's tears, looked at his sleeves and hands, and finally failed to do it like Da Le wiped his tears at the beginning, but he could only squat in front of Da Le and look stupidly, and said in a tone full of consideration and comfort: "This child, what are you crying about!" Isn't it nice to see Dad? ”

"Good fart!"

Belch! Li Yingjun almost lost his breath.

Angry is angry, he is used to Da Le's disrespectful words, and the two music, three music, four music and five music have a tendency to develop towards Da Le.

If you don't teach, it's your father's fault. There's no way, just bear with it, Li Yingjun sighed.

He thought his sleeves were dirty, so he was embarrassed to wipe Da Le's tears, but Da Le didn't dislike it, he dragged Li Yingjun's arm over, wiped all his snot and tears up, and cried while wiping.

"Dad, you really don't know anything anymore! You taught us all these things! Don't you even know us anymore! ”

Li Yingjun gently patted Da Le's shoulder to comfort him, and his nose was sore.

A few days ago, Lao Zhangtou came, and on the day of the accident, Li Yingjun was carried back covered in blood, and the red and white on the side of his head flowed, and the hospital was sure to be dead, but Dale led a few children to beg him for treatment, kneeling in a row from high to short, he looked at a few children pitiful, and couldn't bear to shake his head, so he took a little plaster and smeared it a few times, and actually came back to life.

The day of the accident happened to be the day He Zuofu died.

He Zuofu had dinner on the top floor of the Hilton and wanted to confess to the girl he loved the most.

Li Yingjun wandered around a construction site, looking for some iron bars and wires to sell for money.

He Zuofu was thrown downstairs and flew to the ground.

A large cement slab smashed into Li Yingjun.

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