Zhu Xiaohua went into the kitchen and saw a few dried noodles floating in the clear soup in two small bowls, with no oil and no vegetables.

His heart was stinged again, the sister and brother had eaten so badly that they hadn't eaten well at Jiazigou Farm by themselves.

Zhu Xiaohua frowned and said, "How can you eat this clear soup with little water?" ”

"You can eat it, add a little salt, dip it in spicy seeds, it tastes good."

Zhu Xiaoming took the lead in walking over, sprinkled a little salt into the bowl, and then dipped the red pepper and ate it in a big gulp.

The kind of clear soup noodles that can't be swallowed at all, he actually gobbled it up and ate it very deliciously.

Zhu Xiaoming said: "My sister has been making noodles for me for the past two days. ”

Zhu Xiaoyan also picked up a bowl, handed it to Zhu Xiaohua and said, "Brother, you haven't eaten yet." ”

Zhu Xiaohua shook his head, there was not much rice left in the pot, if he ate it, the sister and brother would probably not even have this bit of food.

Zhu Xiaohua said: "I'm not hungry. ”

He decided to improve the food for the siblings, but when he dug into his pocket, it was still empty, nothing.

Their Zhu family still owes 14 yuan to their uncle Huang Ren, and hundreds of yuan to their neighbors and colleagues, all of which are debts accumulated for his mother Huang Juan's medical treatment, and he must repay them as soon as possible.

But what's the best thing to do?

No matter what he does, he needs the principal, and it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice, even if he has great ability, he can't conjure up money out of thin air.

Zhu Xiaohua thought of his previous career, and perhaps returning to his old job was the best way for him to get out of his current state of poverty.

This Zhu Xiaohua was a famous singer before he went to the labor camp, and he also released an album, but unfortunately he was not very popular.

Later, he had to go around singing in caves, singing halls, dance halls, street stalls, and large-scale theatrical performances, as long as he could use it, he would go there.

Zhu Xiaohua decided to find his teachers and classmates to see if there were any opportunities to perform.

Zhu Xiaohua put down his luggage, packed up briefly, and hurried out again.

"Brother, you just came back, why do you want to go out again?"

"Brother, you haven't eaten yet!"

Zhu Xiaoming and Zhu Xiaoyan behind him shouted.

Zhu Xiaohua can't manage so much anymore, making money and changing the living conditions of the Zhu family siblings is the most important thing at present.

Before Huang Juan died, he promised her that he would take care of these two minor brothers and sisters.

With his memories of the past, he quickly found Mr. Wu's house.

Mr. Wu's family lives in a family building in another community, only three or four hundred meters away from the family compound of the tractor factory.

Zhu Xiaohua went upstairs and smelled a strong smell of Chinese medicine from afar.

At the end of the corridor, an old man with glasses and gray hair is burning a coal stove and frying Chinese medicine. He blew the fire into the coal stove and fanned it twice.

Zhu Xiaohua shouted: "Teacher Wu." ”

By the way, he took the pu fan in his hand and fanned it.

Teacher Wu saw Zhu Xiaohua and nodded at him.

"Xiaohua, you're finally out. Do you know how your younger siblings are spending the past few days? ”

Zhu Xiaohua: "I know, boiled noodles in clear soup. ”

Teacher Wu: "You don't have any noodles at home, I still gave them these noodles." A few days ago, Zhu Xiaoyan came to borrow money, and I think they are really pitiful, and they have nothing to eat at home. I gave them a couple of handfuls of dried noodles. I didn't expect to be able to eat it for so many days. ”

Zhu Xiaohua was sad for a while.

He thought that the sister and brother had boiled the noodles in the soup and water was miserable enough, but he didn't expect that even the noodles were borrowed.

Zhu Xiaohua said straightforwardly: "Teacher Wu, I won't tell you, I just came out." I'm here to find something to do. Do you have a recommendation for a suitable gig there? ”

Teacher Wu pondered for a moment and said, "You wait." ”

He turned back to the other end of the hallway and knocked on a neighbor's door.

A silver-haired grandmother came out of it, and the two chatted for a while through the door frame. Teacher Wu beckoned Zhu Xiaohua to come over.

Zhu Xiaohua put down the pu fan and walked over quickly.

The silver-haired grandmother looked at Zhu Xiaohua for a moment and said, "You are Zhu Xiaohua?" I've heard your songs. Good voice, but unfortunately the wrong way. You really shouldn't have written those hooligan songs, good youth, ruined like this. ”

She sighed, and then said, "Okay." I heard Mr. Wu say that your family is very difficult now, and you just came out again. My son's steel mill art troupe has a big performance tomorrow, and there are still a few singers. Why don't you try it? ”

The silver-haired grandmother returned to the house, took a letter of introduction, and said, "This is for you." You go to the art troupe to find Hu Zhicheng, don't say that I introduced you. Just say that you have won the opportunity yourself, and don't tell anyone about your past. ”

Zhu Xiaohua nodded, after all, the fact that he had sung hooligan songs was not acceptable to anyone.

Teacher Wu said goodbye to the silver-haired grandmother with a smile and walked back along the corridor.

As he walked, he said, "Go to the performance of the art troupe, and don't mention to anyone that you have sung hooligan songs." ”

Zhu Xiaohua said: "Teacher, don't worry. I won't say it, and I won't discredit you. ”

Teacher Wu nodded: "If you don't smear it, it's not up to par. After all, we are old, and your own future, your younger siblings at home, are the most important. The show starts tomorrow, so let's get ready. ”

Zhu Xiaohua thanked Mr. Wu, turned around and went downstairs to run towards the art troupe.

Teacher Wu stood by the railing and shouted, "Ride my bicycle so that you don't lose time." ”

He pointed to a bicycle in the corner of the yard, under the canopy.

"It's the bike key, catch."

Teacher Wu took out a key with a red string from his pocket and threw it down from upstairs.

The floors are not high, and the keys do not fall fast.

When the key was about to land, Zhu Xiaohua rushed over, grabbed the key rope with a sea fishing moon.

He unscrewed his bike, stepped onto it, and sped out of the hospital.

Leave a sentence casually: "Mr. Wu, return the bicycle to you when it runs out." ”

Zhu Xiaohua rode out of the house and went straight to the office of the Iron and Steel Plant Art Troupe.

The bike was bumpy on the dirt road, and the road was a little muddy due to the rain.

The bike was ridden, leaving a clear tire mark on the ground.

More than 30 minutes later, the bicycle rode to the downstairs of the art troupe.

Zhu Xiaohua parked the car downstairs, locked the car lock, and turned into the building.

In the large auditorium on the first floor, rows of costumed actors are nervously rehearsing.

A young man with a parted hair, flared pants, and a floral shirt is mechanically swinging his arms and legs.

This is the movement of breakdancing.

Zhu Xiaohua naturally recognized these dance moves.

After these people finished dancing, Zhu Xiaohua raised the letter of introduction in his hand and asked, "Excuse me, who of you is Hu Zhicheng?" ”

The young man in the middle of the dance, wearing bell bottoms, shook his long flowing hair with his head raised and said, "I am." ”