Sam Bao started his day's work, looking at the large pot of pig intestine in front of him that exuded a fishy smell, Sam Bao took a deep breath and picked up a large intestine dripping with mucus......

Every morning to dusk, he works in the illegal offal factory in the northeast corner of town. Although he deals with stinking animal offal every day, Sambo enjoys it, not to mention that it is the best life he can find.

Lunch is managed, and occasionally a bag of leftover water can be brought back. Although Sambo doesn't like to eat these things, the adoptive parents and their family are quite fond of putting these greasy dishes into the water, and that is also a rare moment when they will cast an admiring look at themselves.

Although the money earned is not much, in addition to the foster care fees handed over to the family, Sambo can still have some spare money left to satisfy his unique little hobbies. But now he was not in the mood to think about it, and he had to clean the large basin of greasy, wriggling pig intestines in front of him before lunch.

Qimao, a co-worker next to him, kicked his basin with his foot, and the dirty water almost shook out. "Sanbao, have you heard, people were stoned to death during the demolition on the street yesterday."

"Oh" Sambo didn't raise his head, and the work on his hands didn't stop.

"Really, I saw it with my own eyes, when several migrant workers smashed the house on the upper floor of the station yesterday, the beam collapsed and the person was directly buried." Qimao's eyes widened, expecting Sambo's response.

Sambo shook his neck and looked up at him and asked, "Dead?" ”

"No, I vomited blood and died at that time."

"It's not a red hard hat, thin and hungry." Sambo suddenly thought of the migrant worker who was crying in the ruins before.

"Hey, yes, you know" Qimao asked excitedly.

"Guess" Sambo lowered his head and continued to work.

"I heard that the family was given more than 100,000 yuan in compensation, or it must have made a big fuss" Qimao paused, sighed and continued: "The family sent it." ”

"Then you will also die, see how much it is worth." Sambo said contemptuously.

"Get out of the way." Qimao glared at Sanbao, the two of them were silent, and their hands flew up and down.

"You two stop and tell you something." The owner of the workshop came over.

"It's okay, it's going to be over soon." The three treasures are attentive.

"If you want to stop, you stop!" The boss lost patience and yelled with restraint.

Sanbao and Qimao put down the pig's large intestine in their hands, and looked at the boss suspiciously, counting the oil-stained banknotes in their hands.

"Take it, from tomorrow, you won't use it." The boss handed over the bills. "Boss, I'm capable, I'm ......" Sanbao waved his hand again and again, for fear that money would bite his hand.

"Hurry up, ******, the yard has been ordered, the health and epidemic prevention will be checked in the next few days, you two help clean up and hurry back." The boss turned around and was about to leave.

"Boss, when are you coming?" Qimao asked timidly.

"Say it again!" The boss sighed and hurried into the house.

The two looked at each other and didn't know what to say. "Go ******!" Qimao scolded and threw the freshly cleaned pig's large intestine on the ground, Sanbao was not in a hurry, it seemed that he had expected this day, he picked up the newspaper under the board, selected a few of the fattest large intestines, wrapped them in newspapers, and put them in plastic bags.

"Cowardly" Qimao looked at him with disdain and scolded with a smile, picking out a fresh pork liver and putting it in a snakeskin bag.

In this way, Sambo is unemployed again, although he behaves casually, but it is still a pity, after all, even such a job is precious to Sambo, he doesn't know where he should go tomorrow, what to do tomorrow, everything is unknown, but everything seems to be fate.

Recruitment Inspiration

Sanqing Funeral Home is looking for aspiring people who love the funeral industry.

Job Responsibilities: Funeral Internship Assistant

There is no limit to academic qualifications, those who love life and bid farewell to their careers and have relevant makeup experience are preferred, and once admitted, they will be treated preferentially.

Tel: 152****9416 Address: No. 13, Bawangling West Road, Eastern Suburbs, Sanqing City.

Director Wu looked at the recruitment notice he wrote himself and finally appeared in the middle of the newspaper, and felt a little more relaxed, now it is just the beginning, and in the future, he will be on the front page, on the light box, and shoot TV...... Of course, the funds are limited, and the layout is a little smaller, but it will be fine in the future, Director Wu is very confident in the funeral home he is in charge of, although others don't see it that way.

At the same time, in the dirty town in the distance, Sambo was staring at the oil-soaked newspaper in the garbage can, and his heart was vaguely floating as he looked at the small job advertisement sewn in the middle.

It's rare to see such a simple job posting in the newspapers, and this is a rare opportunity. Although it is a funeral home job, there is no limit to academic qualifications. It is very suitable for yourself who only has a secondary school diploma. What's more, there was a period of time when the goddess Zhang Dahua took herself to handle the white affairs of the village a few times, and the psychic Sanbao looked at those dead people even more strangely, maybe he was born to do this business. If it weren't for the fact that the goddess Zhang Dahua bumped into herself chatting with the undead who followed, and fled in fright, maybe he would have officially become Zhang Dahua's closed disciple.

"Life bids farewell to the career......" San Bao silently recited this strange sentence, and vaguely felt that the work he was engaged in to wash pigs and drain was inextricably linked with this life and career.

Sanbao thought about it, and couldn't help but laugh dumbly, and felt in a trance that he should give it a try, anyway, being idle is idle, Sanqing City is not far away, and it will take an hour to be a small bus, so he should go out for a walk. Sanbao carefully tore off the edge of the advertisement and put it in hand.

The night in the town is cold and lonely, and occasionally the sound of the horn of a large truck on the national highway is faintly heard, occasionally accompanied by the low crowing of wild dogs.

Sambo picked up the scalpel and made a cut on a dead snake, the body of the dead snake writhed slightly, Sambo knew that this was just a nerve reflex, and continued to operate in an orderly manner.

Sambo's room is small and dim, but special enough, with specimens of insects and other small animals scattered everywhere.

Sambo has forgotten when he began to make taxidermy, but he saw the meaning of life in these dead creatures, those little creatures that were flying, running, and crawling, also had the same vivid imprints as himself, gentle and kind, and did not pose a threat or harm.

The light flickered on and off at this moment, Sambo stopped what he was doing, and he walked to the window,

Every time at this moment in the past few days, he will stand at the window like this, quietly staring at the lonely phantom on the street, the little girl in the neighborhood, standing on the side of the street at the moment, looking at the extinguished brazier at the door of his house, and then a mist drifted from the end of the street, blowing away the white paper money scattered next to the brazier, and then the little girl disappeared into the mist.

Sambo remembers that the little girl was crushed to death on the spot by an out-of-control truck while playing at the door last week, and the pale pink skirt was soaked in blood and became scarlet and dazzling.

For some time after that, Sambo saw the girl's ghost appear for a moment in the wee hours of the morning and then vanish. It was a secret that only the Three Jewels had glimpsed, and this secret, like many of the secrets he had seen, no one knew.

No one would listen to a young man suffering from depression and hysteria say strange things that would only make him more annoying.