Chen Zikun himself couldn't figure out why, he replied honestly: "Professor Liu, I still can't remember what happened when I was a child. ”

Liu Shipei took the test paper and looked at it over and over, and sighed: "Whose child is in a foreign land, he must be distressed like a knife, by the way, do you have any birthmarks on your body, maybe it can help you explore your life experience." ”

Chen Zikun took out the ceramic badge of the Restoration Society from his close-fitting clothes, took off the jade pendant around his neck and said, "I have these two things, I don't know what Professor Liu can see." ”

When Liu Shipei saw the badge of the Restoration Society, he couldn't help but perk up, looked carefully under the lamp for a long time, then took off his glasses and looked at the jade pendant, and said, "Why didn't you take it out earlier!" ”

"Professor Liu, do you know the origin of this jade pendant?" Chan was also a little excited.

Liu Shipei shook his head: "The jade pendant is just an ordinary mutton fat white jade, and the word Kunwu can't find any clues, but this badge of the Restoration Society can make a big fuss, Principal Cai and I are both from the Restoration Society, although it has been a long time since we withdrew, but the old people are still all over the world, please Principal Cai write a letter, you go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to find the old people of the Restoration Society, you will be able to find your parents." ”

Chen Zikun was overjoyed, bowed to Liu Shipei and thanked him, and said: "Can I pass my Mandarin score?" ”

Liu Shipei said with a smile: "Not only can you pass the test, you can easily get admitted to any university, you don't have to come to me to waste time again." ”

"Thank you, teacher, don't bother the two masters, why bother Principal Cai again, you can help me write a letter of introduction." Chan said.

Liu Shipei shook his head: "I can't, if you think you are soft-spoken, I will go and ask Principal Cai for you." ”

Chen Zikun naturally left happily, Liu Shipei leaned himself in the rattan chair, lit a cigarette, and his thoughts returned to the turbulent era more than ten years ago......

He sighed deeply, snuffed out the cigarette butt, coughed suddenly, and removed the handkerchief, which was bright red.

……

Chen Zikun came out of Liu Shipei's house, looked at the sky, it was almost time to hand over the shift, so he pulled the foreign car back to the depot, and subconsciously slipped to the vicinity of the forest house on Shifuma Street on the road, wanting to try his luck.

As soon as I stopped the foreign car, I saw the door of the Lin Mansion open, and a person came out stupidly, pointing to the gate and scolding: "What's wrong with asking for a few wine money, this is the rule, understand?" If you don't give it, then we'll see. ”

Uncle Zhang came out of it, his face flushed with anger, "Get out of here!" ”

"Old boy, don't you want to talk to me? Believe it or not, I'll beat you to death with a coffin! The man rolled up his sleeves and picked up a spoon-like thing to bluff, and Uncle Chambers took a few steps back, tripped over the threshold, and fell into it with an upside-down onion, and the man burst out laughing, but before he could finish laughing, he was kicked to the base of the wall by a flying foot from behind.

Chen Zikun retracted his feet and scolded: "What kind of ability is it to bully the old man." ”

The kick was heavy enough, the man couldn't get up in pain, and watched a big man come over and lift himself up, sweeping his face was four big-eared posts, and he was hit with gold stars in his eyes, and his nose was blue and his face was swollen.

After playing enough, Chen Zikun walked into the door, was startled, and quickly helped Uncle Zhang up: "Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you, your head is broken, I'll take you to see the doctor." ”

He had a loud voice, and he called Lin Ma too, and when he saw that Uncle Zhang's head was bloody, he suddenly screamed in fright, and the women's family had no idea when they encountered an emergency, so they could only let Chen Zikun carry Uncle Zhang into the foreign car and go in the direction of the clinic.

Familiar with the way, I went straight to Citi Clinic, and it happened that Dr. Stanley did not come to the clinic, helped Uncle Zhang clean and bandage, and prescribed a few tablets of medicine, and the diagnosis and treatment fee was one and a half oceans, which was also given by Chen Zikun.

Uncle Zhang was wrapped in a snow-white bandage on his head, lying on the bed in the clinic, Chen Zikun was busy, paid the fee and took the medicine, and asked for a cup to send to Uncle Zhang, and said with concern: "Uncle Zhang, drink water." ”

Zhang Bo hugged the enamel jar and burst into tears, the reason why he was moved was because he had never been taken care of so considerately, and secondly, because the person who took care of himself turned out to be Chen Zikun, whom he despised and looked down on the most.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Chen Zikun asked with a big grin.

"Xiao Chen, Uncle Zhang is sorry for you." Uncle Zhang grabbed Chen Zikun's hand and shook it vigorously.

Chen Zikun smiled honestly: "Uncle Zhang, where are you talking, aren't we getting along very well, besides, I can't bully the elderly the most, don't worry, that kid can't get up for at least three days, by the way, what is that kid doing?" ”

Zhang Bodao: "It's a dung picker, I haven't been here since a few years ago, the toilet in the manure pit at home is full, and the smell is stinking, he is here today, he opens his mouth to ask for wine money, and asks for red envelopes, I can't get angry and squeeze him a few words, this kid wants to coerce me." ”

Chen Zikun said: "That's it. ”

Uncle Zhang's injuries were not serious, and after half an hour of observation, he left the clinic, and Chen Zikun still sent him back in a foreign car.

"Xiao Chen, sit down for a while and have a cup of tea, uncle, there is no good tea here, and the high broken pipe is enough." Uncle Zhang enthusiastically kept him, and if he wanted to put the past aside, Chen Zikun would definitely stay with a dead face, but today he became extremely shy: "No, Uncle Zhang, it's time for me to go back to work and see you back." ”

Looking at Chen Zikun's figure in the distance, Uncle Zhang sighed with emotion: "What a good young man." ”

When Mr. Lin heard about this incident after returning home, he instructed Uncle Zhang: "Let's change to a dung picker, even if you give a few more money." ”

……

After Chen Zikun returned to the depot, he first went to the backyard to take a look, as he guessed, the manure pit in his yard was also full, fortunately it was a cold day, if it was a dog day, the flies could not be thousands of people, so I couldn't stand it, and the sewage was about to flow into the yard.

found Xue Pingshun to inquire, he smiled after listening to the reason: "You asked me, you can be regarded as the right person, our dung industry in Beijing City can not be underestimated, offend them, don't care if you are an official or a businessman, don't think about having a good one." ”

Chen Zikun said: "A bunch of dung pickers, is there such a good thing? ”

Xue Pingshun said: "When I was a patrol policeman, I dealt with them, don't underestimate this industry, this is an industry formed during the Kangxi period, our population of hundreds of thousands in Beijing, eating and drinking Lasa is a big number, the toilets and dung pits of every household, the wild of horses and dogs on the side of the streets and alleys, who cares?" The government doesn't care, the patrol police don't care, it's this group of people who take out a lot of dung and sell it to the city to the peasants to make a profit. ”

Chen Zikun said: "It's really three hundred and sixty lines, and the line is the champion, and you can pick a dung into a door valve." ”

Xue Pingshun smiled and said: "No, the big manure valve, hundreds of workers under the hands, more than a dozen dung roads, a dung channel is the income of five or six hundred oceans, which is more profitable than driving a factory to pull foreign cars, there are many doorways, there are dry roads and waterways, dry roads are to carry a basket and scrape the dung with a dung spoon, and the water channel is to help people clean the toilet bowl and earn some tips. ”

Chen Zikun was dumbfounded when he heard this: "It's a dragon to make money, or let's go dig up dung." ”

Xue Pingshun said: "The dung roads in Beijing City have long been divided, it is filled out by human lives, no one can insert it, even the patrol police are not good at talking, the dung was free earlier, and now not only collect money, but also give people a look, offend them, don't dig dung for your house for ten days and half a month, you look for others, no one dares to come, and finally you have to beg them." ”

Chen Zikun now understood that what Lin Zhai encountered was this kind of unsophisticated manure valve.

"Our manure pit is also full, didn't we give them red envelopes, and we didn't come to dig them?" Chan asked.

Xue Ping said smoothly: "They settle on an annual basis, and the cost of our house last year has been settled, and no one has come to talk about it this year." ”

Chen Zikun understands that these dung diggers have no fear, thinking that this line of drought and flood will ensure harvest, so there is a scene in front of the forest house today.

……

The next morning, Mr. Lin slipped as soon as he walked out of the door, and when he got up, he saw that there was a layer of dirty ice on the ground, and there were faint traces of feces.

Mr. Lin felt insulted, furious, and went directly to the police station, a patrol officer received him, Mr. Lin handed over his Ministry of Education film, and told the matter, the inspector snapped upright, and swore that he would handle the matter strictly.

After coming back, Mr. Lin once again instructed Uncle Zhang to change to a family that digs manure and must solve the sanitation problem.

But when he came back from the yamen, he found that there was another puddle of feces and urine at the door of his house, and it was fresh, and the stench was so bad that he even had to walk.

Mr. Lin was completely furious, and went to the police station again to complain, this time he was received by a young patrolman, he told Mr. Lin bluntly, the person who picks up the dung passes by the door of your house, and it is inevitable to sprinkle some dung and urine, and the relationship between the dung digger and the head of the household is an employment relationship, and people are not willing to help you dig out the manure, and the patrol police can't control it.

Although Mr. Lin has read a lot of books, he is not a nerd, and he naturally understands when he hears this, and when he returns to the house, sure enough, Uncle Zhang reported that no one wants to come to the house to dig dung, saying that the back house alley is Boss Sun's dung road, and it is difficult for others to cross the line.

"These coolies, there really is no king's law." Mr. Lin was angry and helpless, the problem of the manure pit at home must be solved, can he still go out to dig the manure himself, even if he digs the manure himself, how to deal with the manure and how to transport it, the problems one after another, can not be solved at all.

The smell at the door of the house, the thatched house in the backyard was full of dung, the wife chattered endlessly, and Uncle Zhang was still wrapped in bandages on his head.

Just as he was about to go out, he saw a dung man come to the door, a tall man, carrying a dung spoon on his back, and covering his face with a cloth.