That night, Sam Bao began to practice according to the assignments in the sketch book. Start with the simplest perspective. I almost brought in a plaster cast. The temporary workers in the dormitory gathered around and watched Sanbao copy in a daze.

"Three Treasures. What are you doing, all day long? Ma Kun, nicknamed Horse Face, asked in a Henan accent.

"What else can you do, isn't it just painting, mountain cannon." Brother Eagle from the Northeast squeezed him.

Both were temporary workers at the funeral home, helping with cremation and porterage. Usually the two of them have a lot of bickering, and they have a lot of fun about it.

"Isn't this the book I just borrowed, while it's hot, hurry up and practice, hobby, don't surround it, block the light." Sambo shouted with a smile, but the pen in his hand did not stop.

"It's kind of like that."

"Mountain artillery, it's the same."

"Don't shout, learn how to stew pots, and be a beautiful man quietly." Sambo raised his eyebrows and gestured to the stewed pot sitting on the bed inside.

The two tacitly glanced at Lao Dao, crooked their mouths with disdain, and then went back to their beds to play games.

The original name of the stewed pot was Zhang Wei, two days earlier than Sanbaolai, and he did the chores of cleaning the cemetery and carrying the remains. If the two temporary workers were born with a warm heart and love to play treasures. Then this old man is even more stuffy than the introverted Sanbao.

In this way, he had the nickname of "stewed pot". Indeed, as his name suggests, he usually shrugs his neck, and his tall man suddenly settles down.

When there is nothing to do, young people love to laugh and joke together, but the stewed pot is always alone, and they love to ignore everyone. He has little contact with other people, and almost makes people forget that he exists.

Compared with other young people who were quick to react, the stewed pot work was also silent, and more often than not, he saw him sleeping, and someone wanted to tease him and yelled next to him. After a long time, he slowly raised his head, opened his sleepy eyes, and said slowly word by word, "Scared." I. One. Jump. ”

Even Sam Bao felt that this person was very boring, and always saw him flipping through a book of stories, and Sam Bao had nothing to do to peek twice, but found that he was always looking at the same page.

Director Wu had long wanted to fire this unsociable temporary worker, but because he was a child sent by a relative of the old leader, he turned a blind eye to his work attitude.

The mantra of the pot is "why do you take it so seriously". For example, when cremation Liu saw him clean up the cremation furnace, he always scattered the ashes on the table and utensils at will, and he was not diligent in cleaning up. Then he went his own way and waited for the other colleagues to wipe his ass.

When handling the body, it is required to handle it with care and respect for the deceased. The stewed pot is always careless, bumping the body into at will, making the companions frown, and more often disgusting to the family of the deceased. But the stewed pot will never be in a hurry and say, "Why are you so serious?"

People who keep saying such strange things are not very popular everywhere, and there may be many people waiting to look at his ignorance and contempt. And loneliness may be the destined synonym of such a person.

Another time, Sanbao saw the stewed pot kicking an innocent tombstone in the cemetery, and couldn't help but step forward and ask: "Zhang Wei, are you crazy?" ”

"I'm not crazy, I'm just not happy."

"You're not crazy, what are you kicking someone's tombstone for, if you have something to say, just say it." Sambo asked.

So from the mouth of the stewed pot, Sanbao knew some things on his mind.

The family lives in Zhao Village, a northern suburb of Sanqing City, and recently the Sanqing Hongfu Real Estate Development Group and the village committee privately cooperated to acquire a large amount of land in Zhao Village. The stewed pot family was among them, but because the land compensation was not negotiated, the villagers who learned the truth quit and began to find ways to stop the brutal demolition of the Hongfu developer.

The father of the stewed pot is the representative of the villagers, and his temper is the same as that of the stewed pot, and he resolutely does not allow the developer to enter the village. Prevent militia teams from blocking the road and prevent demolition teams from entering. When the stewed pot went back to visit, he also took the lead in fighting with his father.

The two sides are at a stalemate, and the shameless real estate developers resort to their usual trick - forced demolition.

In the course of the fight, Daddy was beaten to the point that his head was bleeding and he spent a week in the hospital before returning. Seeing that the group was leaderless, many timid villagers ran to the developer first, disarmed and surrendered, and accepted the unfair compensation offered by the developer.

The stewed pot was upset for this father, and he gritted his teeth with hatred when he thought of it. Soon his family became one of the few remaining nail households in the village. Real estate developers put down their cruel words and want to demolish Zhao Village before the year and solve the nail households.

"And what do you do if they really want to demolish it?" Sambo asked him.

"Hmph, I'm going to let them go and never come back, and I'm going to kill them if I'm a ghost." The stewed pot stared at the blood-red eyes, staring at the three treasures, and the three treasures were a little scared when they saw it.

It was the last conversation between them.

Just a few days after the evil spirit encountered Sanbao, relatives came to the master's house, and he asked for leave to go home. On that day, the stewed pot and the three treasures were on duty. But the stewed pot did not say goodbye. Sanbao had no choice but to find Director Wu.

Director Wu snorted angrily, but he also had no way to take this stewed pot, this guy used to be absent from work for no reason.

"When he comes back, I'll have to withhold his salary. If you don't want to do it, don't do it! But Sanbao knew that the curator was just putting on a show for everyone, and he could fire himself, but he didn't want to offend the relatives of his leader. It happened that day, there was nothing going on, everyone got off work normally, so Director Wu, who thought he was unlucky, could only take care of the lack of stewed pots, and he was worth an all-night with Sanbao. All night, Director Wu was scolding this absenteeism from work.

"****, did he go to prostitution or run away from home?!"

Until more than seven o'clock in the morning, the stewed pot did not appear, and he was absent from work for 24 hours. At this time, the phone in the duty room rang. An emergency call at this time is never good. Sure enough, the phone on the other end of the phone was the phone from a district police station in Sanqing City, saying that a vicious group injury incident had occurred in Zhao Village in the morning. Someone detonated the detonator used for mining and killed three people on the spot, including the detonator.

However, the police found the scattered work signs, and the name of the deceased who detonated the detonator was......

Sanbao intuitively said, "Braise the pot...... Zhang wei? ”

The police were stunned on the phone: "That's right, how do you know?"

Sanbao hung up the phone, slowed down for a while, and then woke up Director Wu, who was asleep on the sofa in the duty room.

"What's wrong, I have a headache when the phone rings?" Curator Wu rubbed his eyes and said.

"Curator, the stewed pot has found ......"

"Where, the prostitute was arrested by the police, right?"

"He's not going to prostitute himself, he's ...... Go to suicide ......"