"The printmaking industry is already in a recession, you are smashing the jobs of your peers!" The tutor stared at Zhang Guanzhong, holding a pad in his hand and poking it again and again.

"Can you figure it out for five dollars a piece? Well? The tutor's chest rose and fell and asked loudly, "It's just a matter of spoiling yourself, why do you want to steal your classmates' version and steal mine?" ”

"It's good if someone buys it......" Zhang Guan muttered in a low voice.

"What do you say? What? Say it louder! The tutor was so angry that his veins jumped suddenly, "I'm telling you, don't think about graduating from me, don't think about it!" ”

"Do you think five dollars is less?" Zhang Guanzhong was immediately anxious when he heard that he didn't graduate, "The classmates' have sold more than 100 tickets, and yours can't sell 10 tickets!" ”

"Get out!" The mentor shouted hoarsely and threw the pad in his hand.

Syllable! Zhang Guanzhong's eyes were dark and he fainted.

The canopy covered with newspapers, the cold kang under the buttocks, and the kang table above the kang with five large unity and a letter on it.

Zhang Guanzhong raised his head in a daze, looking at the pair of flower willow boxes on the kang tip in a daze.

Where is this? Who am I?

Am I Tu Ziqiang?

A wave of unfamiliar memories flooded into my mind......

babbling, the early death of his mother, his father's resolute refusal to marry a handful of and a handful of urine to pull him to grow up, his own rebellion and arrogance, fighting, beckoning cats and dogs, and his father's eyes that can't let go of his heart when he is dying......

The fifty yuan was my father's pension, and the letter was a letter of introduction informing me that I would join the factory next week to take over.

Squeak, the dilapidated door groaned, and two people walked in.

Zhang Guanzhong, oh no, now it's Tu Ziqiang.

Tu Ziqiang hadn't fully digested his memory, so he just looked at the person who came.

"Qiangzi, you can also look away, Uncle Tu ......" At first, a big horse face was very familiar, and Tu Ziqiang always felt a little familiar when he looked at it.

"This house is freezing to death, Binzi, you can make a fire and ......" Another feminine man rubbed his hands to stop Da Ma Face's embarrassing conversation, and Da Ma Face was stunned and then obediently went out to burn it.

The feminine man sat diagonally on the edge of the kang next to Tu Ziqiang without saying a word.

The kang gradually heated up amid the muttering of the big horse's face.

"Don't worry about the third son, I'll let him know me Luo Shibin tonight!" Da Ma clapped his hands and entered the house with a ruthless face.

Luo Shibin? Artesian? Tu Ziqiang?

Tu Ziqiang's eyes widened.

Is this the world of the TV series?

"The third son only dared to open his mouth when he grabbed this knot," Shui Artesian naturally stretched out his hand and put it on Tu Ziqiang's hand, "It used to be a matter of two yuan, but now he dares to ask for a hundred." ”

"So what?" Big Ma's face widened.

"So we have to give this money to ......" Shui Artesian looked at Da Ma's face calmly, "This matter is a big problem, and the matter of Qiangzi entering the factory to take over will be yellow, and if you don't do it, you will have to squat for two days." ”

Da Ma's face was staring at the bull's eye, his face was flushed, and he couldn't speak. The value of a formal job is significantly much more than a hundred dollars.

Shui Artesian glanced at the fifty yuan on the kang table, pursed his lips, took out a large handful of money from his pocket and put it on the kang table.

One piece, five cents, two cents, and one and a half cents......

"I still have twelve yuan and two cents here......

The pocket was listlessly drooping.

"I, one, three...... I still have eight pieces of seven. Da Ma sighed and took out a handful of change and counted it.

"There are still thirty years left, and the strong son will enter the factory to work next week, and he will have at least ten yuan for food. Then there are still forty ...... left" The water artesian eyes flowed, "Don't worry about this, let's find a way, if it doesn't work, we will discuss with the third son to allow a few more days......"

"I'll see later, the old man still has ......no money left," Tu Ziqiang smiled reluctantly.

"The old man's money has already been lost by you," Shui Artesian smiled, "Of course, the two of us have not been less helpful." ”

The big horse sneered as well.

"Wrap us up, let's go!" Shui Artesian hugged Tu Ziqiang's shoulders heavily, raised his legs and left.

"Don't get angry, if the third son doesn't let go, I'll ......" Da Ma's face was angry.

"I didn't get to that field......" Tu Ziqiang smiled reluctantly, and the comfort of Dama's face made him even more worried.

Clang, the door closed and the room was quiet again, except for the crackling of firewood.

Now there are only two ways in front of Tu Ziqiang.

Either scrape together enough 100 yuan to settle the matter, or the third son will report the case, take over the work and squat for a few days, and everyone will break up.

Of course, there is also a possibility that he resolutely refuses to give money, and the third son will not be able to shrink his eggs.

But do you dare to bet on the third possibility?

The answer is no.

Everyone is poor and vomits blood to deal with life, and the third son is no exception.

If he coaxed him this time, he wouldn't be able to raise his head in front of his buddies in the future.

If you don't have to lose the money, you have to save your face, right?

Back to the topic, the original owner slapped the three sons and four or five bricks in a row, and the kid was not lightly injured.

In the past, the original owner was an unemployed young man, of course, he was not afraid, and he used to give two or three yuan for medicine in the past.

Now it's different, the old Tu is gone, and Tu Ziqiang is about to enter the factory to take over.

If the other party reports the crime, even if it is only a minor injury, then he faces detention.

Can Tu Ziqiang, who has a criminal record, take over?

Don't even think about it!

What's worse is that these two houses are also public houses of the lumber mill, and if Tu Ziqiang can't take over as a lumber mill worker, the house will definitely be repossessed.

By that time......

Tu Ziqiang has become a three-no-person with no job, no home, and no income, and it is difficult to survive.

This is also the reason why the third son dared to open his mouth.

This money must be given!

As for how to let the third son know that he knows whether the money is easy to take or not, it is after entering the factory.

A hundred dollars is not a small amount in this era.

The right to live in a two-room public house is only 150 yuan, and the monthly salary of Tu Ziqiang's apprentice in the factory is only 17 yuan!

will officially take over next week, and the third son will definitely not wait until that time.

But where does the money come from? Even if you don't count the reserved food money, you have to get 30 yuan in a week.

If only the original owner wasn't such a bastard, you can also find a neighbor to make up......

Tu Ziqiang rubbed his hair painfully.

The current situation is that the neighbors are walking around him--- new shoes do not step on smelly shit.

The family has no savings, and the fights and dogs that have been fighting and teasing cats and dogs have long lost Lao Tu's family funds.

Odd jobs? These years are all state-owned enterprises, and it is not easier to enter a temporary worker than to enter a large factory in the future.

Spot? This year is called speculation, and it is caught and thrown into it for three years!

Counting on Artesian Water and Luo Shibin? They are orphans, and they don't have formal jobs, so they are scalping......

Usually hungry and full, you have to rely on your own help to survive.

To be honest, it wasn't easy for them to scrape together twenty dollars......

All roads don't work, Tu Ziqiang is irritable like a sleepy beast, and Lao Tu on the wall also looks at his son distressed.

There is not enough food to eat, let alone non-staple foods......

Tu Ziqiang slumped on the kang, looking at the remaining twenty-seven catties of grain on the grain book and the half-catty meat ticket and seven-foot cloth ticket on the kang table......

It's only the beginning of the month, and this little thing is enough to eat for half a month, not to mention that I will have to carry wood next week.

That's heavy physical labor......

What the is this going on!

Do you have to go and ask for food?

A bowl at the start?

Smack! Boom! Bang Dang!

The more Tu Ziqiang thought about it, the more irritated he became, he slapped his two mouths fiercely, and he still didn't understand his hatred, and slapped the kang table again.

The kang table swirled and fell to the ground, the table was full of change, and the pink meat tickets and yellow cloth tickets floated flickering......