Yin Xiaoyue was eating, and saw Lao Mo coming out of the store.

She got up and was about to say something, when she saw Lao Mo walk to the table and sit down, looked at Xiao Xiaomei who was feasting on the side, and then looked at the two large pots of pork ribs on the table.

Lao Mo had never seen such a person who could eat.

Moreover, it's still a girl.

He was a little surprised.

He asked Yin Xiaoyue: "Just the two of you, is there anyone else?" ”

Of course, Yin Xiaoyue knew what he was thinking, and shook her head: "That's right, it's the two of us." As she spoke, she also paused, looked at Lao Mo and said:

"You, Uncle Mo?"

Lao Mo nodded: "Yin Xiaoyue, I didn't expect to see you here!" ”

His tone was full of emotion.

Yin Xiaoyue poured a glass of water for Lao Mo, and after thinking about it, she asked, "Uncle Mo, why did you suddenly leave Osmanthus Street in the first place, and after so many years, where did you go?" ”

This question is something that Yin Xiaoyue, including many neighbors, has been speculating about.

Uncle Mo, although he doesn't like to talk very much, and he hasn't been in Osmanthus Street for a long time, but most people still recognize him as a person.

When Uncle Mo first came to Osmanthus Street, many people felt that he was not a good person.

The main reason is his appearance, which is a bit dangerous.

It's like the bad guys in film and television dramas.

As a result, many people avoided him as much as they could.

Uncle Mo is here to seek refuge with relatives.

I heard that his hometown was very poor, and he wanted to come to the county seat to find something to do, so he found his cousin, and that person was Uncle Li who fried fried fritters.

Uncle Li is an old man on Huaihua Street.

He spent more time on Huaihua Street than Feng Laowu, a veteran resident.

The fritters were also sold for a lifetime.

Although the income is not high, it is enough to support the family.

Uncle Li himself has no opinion on this cousin who came over suddenly, but the people in the family are not very happy. Uncle Li's house, on Huaihua Street, is a relatively large family.

He had four sons and three daughters.

The three daughters got married, the four sons went to live at home, and they didn't move out after marrying their wives.

Therefore, for this distant relative who suddenly came to defect, everyone's face is not very good-looking.

Uncle Li patted his cousin on the shoulder:

"There is still a seat next to my fritter stall, I heard your mother say that you have learned to play pot helmets, or you can do it next to me.

So, Lao Mo set up a pot helmet stall next to Uncle Li.

Lao Mo is a real person.

There is a lot of meat in the pot helmet, which is very real, and it is all meat filling made of the freshest pork bought at the vegetable market early in the morning, and everyone sees it.

But every time people see him, they think that how can a person with his kind of appearance use such good meat to make meat filling.

It must have been stealing beams and changing columns.

In those days, speculation was just beginning to flourish.

Lao Mo doesn't seem to be a good person, so he shouldn't be a good person.

The pot helmet business is not very good, and he can barely afford Lao Mo's living expenses.

He does business during the day, and at night he builds a bed to sleep in the small room of Lao Li's family, which is cold in winter and hot in summer, and he has to suffer from mosquito bites.

Lao Mo came to the city for another reason, that is, to find a school for his daughter to study.

Lao Mo's wife passed away a few years ago.

Left behind a daughter.

There are no conditions for education in the countryside, and Lao Mo thinks that the girl's son still needs to study more, so he first earns some money in the county town and can gain a foothold, and then takes his daughter over.

It is for this reason that Lao Mo works very hard.

They sell pot helmets during the day and barbecue at night.

Although the business of the barbecue stall is far less good than the pot helmet, Lao Mo is still working very hard, he is a very tenacious person, and he feels that as long as he pays, there will be a return, and the business is not good today, maybe tomorrow will be fine.

However, although Lao Mo worked hard to earn money, he was still far away from the goal of settling in the county.

One night, around one o'clock, Lao Mo was about to close the stall when he suddenly smelled a mushy smell.

It smelled bad, like the smell of burnt plastic on the outer skin of a wire.

Following this taste, Lao Mo looked everywhere.

Walking to a spot on the street, he made a closer look and saw that the smell was coming from a nearby room.

Lao Mo stepped forward and knocked on the family's door.

There was no response from anyone inside.

Lao Mo continued to knock on the door, but still no one spoke.

And the smell of burnt paste was even stronger than just now.

Lao Mo's uneasy feeling became more and more funny, and he thought that something must have happened to the family.

Taking a few steps back, he looked up and watched the wires that had been pulled from one house to another, and from another to the street.

Once upon a time, this way of pulling wires was common on old-fashioned streets.

Although we all know the dangers, we can only compromise due to the constraints of the conditions.

Lao Mo saw the danger at a glance, because when he was young, he worked as an electrician on the construction site for a while, and then after his wife died, he returned to his hometown in the countryside.

Because after seeing such a circuit installation and smelling the stench, Lao Mo felt that something was wrong.

There must be no one in this room.

But if the current situation is not stopped, soon the entire Osmanthus Street will spread rumors. So Lao Mo ran forward quickly, came to the door of another family, and knocked on the door hard.

After the man opened the door, he saw Lao Mo standing at the door, he was a little inexplicable, and at the same time very angry, asking the boss why he knocked on the door in the middle of the night.

In the face of reprimand, the model worker did not explain too much.

As soon as he entered the door, he rushed to the family's electric switch, and pulled down the electric gate at once.

At this moment, a burst of fire struck at the power switch.

The man's face changed in fright, and then there was a loud noise, and the electricity in the house was cut off, and the surroundings instantly fell into darkness. The man's face was like earth: "This, what's going on?" ”

Lao Mo looked solemn: "There is an accident next door to your house, you are now following my example and going to cut off the electricity of several surrounding houses." Don't ask why, it's too late to delay any longer! ”

The man snorted.

They woke up several families around them, rushed in, and pulled down the electric gates as they did.

The next day, the people from the power company arrived, and after overhauling the circuit, they told everyone that if it wasn't for the proper operation last night, this osmanthus street would have turned into a sea of fire.

After everyone heard this, they all gasped!

Since then, Lao Mo's status in the minds of Osmanthus Street has improved a lot.