The room was dead silent, save for the crackling of firewood.

Tu Ziqiang stepped on the cotton water (the factory issued it to the old Tu, and the old Tu was reluctant to wear it to the small Tu. Staggered over to the old paint on the wall.

"On the one hand, I am unemployed and homeless, and if I can't catch it, it's okay, and if I catch it, it's ten to fifteen years, which one do you say I choose?"

Lao Tu on the wall didn't speak, just watched quietly.

"Lao Tu, you said that you would be even more than a few months......" Tu Ziqiang had a sour nose, squatting on the ground and muttering while picking up money, "I'm just a student, what do you think I can do now?" ”

Douda's tears crackled on the ground, and the old painter on the wall seemed to be a little unbearable.

"Even if I accept my fate and don't go to the factory to take over, I will be homeless. What about later? What's going to happen in the future? Tu Ziqiang sniffed and stood up.

"You say, what's wrong with me? Yes? The man held a large handful of change in his hand, stared at the old painting on the wall and asked, "It's not ...... in the end."

"Do you think there's only one way left? Yes? Tu Ziqiang raised his left hand, revealing a tight grip on the pink.

"Then it's decided!" Tu Ziqiang stretched out his hand to turn Lao Tu on the wall while chattering, "Lao Tu, if you have a spirit in the sky, bless me, I will definitely help your old Tu family to spread the branches!" ”

Bang Dang......

Tu Ziqiang slurped two handfuls of tears, put on a big cotton jacket, buttoned up a cotton hat and closed the door and left the house, and Lao Tu was still shaking slightly on the wall.

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It was very cold, Tu Ziqiang walked with his hands in his sleeves and his head down, and the cotton water was creaking on the snow.

The neighbors' uncles and aunts reluctantly said hello when they saw him, and the children immediately stopped making trouble when they saw him, and stood timidly on the side of the street and did not dare to make a sound.

Maybe this is the so-called Clean Street Tiger, right?

Tu Ziqiang smiled reluctantly in response to the greetings of his neighbors while laughing at himself.

"Hadron, Hadron, Tu Ziqiang!"

Gong Wei was dressed in a blue police uniform and waved in the distance.

"Uncle Gong......" Tu Ziqiang sniffed and walked over to answer.

"Your dad is gone, you have to be sensible......" Gong Wei handed over a cigarette, and Tu Ziqiang shook his head.

"What are your plans for the future?" Gong Wei didn't let it go again, struck a match and lit a cigarette, and asked as if nothing happened.

"I'll take over to the lumber mill next week, and the apprentices ......," Tu Ziqiang understood Gong Weize's subtext and replied in a muffled voice.

"Hiss, ......" Gong Wei took a deep puff of his cigarette and exhaled a long column of smoke, "That's right, do it well, your dad can close his eyes." ”

Tu Ziqiang didn't speak, and nodded slightly.

"What difficulties do you have to tell uncle," Gong Wei hesitated, "Little third son, that ......"

"He wants a hundred ......," Tu Ziqiang looked at Gong Weize hopefully.

"A hundred is too unreasonable," Gong Wei said with a frown, "Uncle can't do anything about this, he can only mediate......"

Tu Ziqiang lowered his head and kicked the snow without speaking.

"Well, we have to look at it in the long run. A hundred looks like a lot, but if you become a regular, it will be a matter of three or four months' salary. Gong Wei sighed and continued to persuade.

"I know......" Tu Ziqiang said sullenly.

"Let's make up, uncle doesn't have much, you can take the five yuan ......" Gong Wei breathed a sigh of relief, he was afraid that Tu Ziqiang would make a mistake, "I'll persuade the little third son in a while, look up and don't see the neighbors who look down, don't do everything." ”

"Uncle Gong, you are not rich," Tu Ziqiang shook his head and refused, "There are still forty or fifty years left......

"Take it!" Gong Weize's eyes stood up, and he stuffed the money into Tu Ziqiang's pocket without saying anything.

He keenly felt Tu Ziqiang's subtext, this is a mistake if you don't make up enough!

"Make up as much as you can! Don't make mistakes! I'm going to go and talk to the little third son! Gong Wei looked back at Tu Ziqiang as he walked, pointing straight with his fingers.

Gong Wei said that he might be able to pay less, this is his jurisdiction, and he definitely doesn't want a vicious incident to happen.

If the matter of entering the factory as a worker is disturbed, no one will spare the initiator.

The bad thing is that no one believes that Tu Ziqiang can't take out a hundred yuan.

The neighbors didn't believe it, and neither did the three sons.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have dared to open such a big mouth.

Lao Tu is forty-nine yuan a month, which is not a low income in this era, and there is no problem for other families to raise five or six people.

But who called the original owner a fool? The two of them are mixed into a family and have no overnight food.

"Letter of introduction!" The salesman raised his head and looked at Tu Ziqiang with his nostrils, not bothering to say half a word.

"I forgot to bring ......" Tu Ziqiang greedily looked at the set of carving knives on the counter, raised his head and tried to accompany the smiling face.

"Go home and get the ......" The salesman said concisely, and after breaking out four words, he didn't pay attention to it anymore.

"You see it's a cold day......"

"More than ten miles back and forth......

"Tomorrow, I'll send it again......"

Tu Ziqiang rubbed his hands together and smiled all over his face.

"Knives need a letter of introduction, which unit are you from? What are you going to do? Yes? The salesman was impatient, and his vigilance was quite high, and he put on a face that looked at the enemy.

"Big sister......" Tu Ziqiang is still to be said.

"Who is your eldest sister, and who is your eldest sister? Stinky rascals! The salesman was furious.

I'm Nima!

Tu Ziqiang fled in the wilderness.

"You want a carving knife?"

Tu Ziqiang was squatting on the side of the road worried, and a pair of old cotton shoes appeared in front of him stomping his feet.

Old cotton shoes, legging old cotton pants, jackets......

Tu Ziqiang looked up.

The big scarf was tightly wrapped, only the bridge of the nose was exposed, and the eyes were covered with plastic-framed glasses wrapped in adhesive tape......

"Imported, good steel, do you want to ......" The old cotton shoes stomped his feet, stretched out a white and slender hand, and held a set of old carving knives in his hand.

"How much is ......" Tu Ziqiang looked at the hand and raised his head to ask the price.

"Twenty catties of bud rice noodles ......" old cotton shoes are priced.

He doesn't want money, he wants food.

Tu Ziqiang looked at the trembling hand and then at the old eyes behind the myopia glasses.

"Fifteen catties is fine...... old cotton shoes hesitated, gritted his teeth and lowered the price.

"I'll give you twenty pounds, but I have to go to the grain station to buy ...... now" Tu Ziqiang looked at the scattered white hair under the broken felt hat, and suddenly his heart softened, and he pressed his knees to get up.

"Okay...... old cotton shoes hesitated for a moment and agreed.

"Let's go......" Tu Ziqiang took the carving knife.

"What the hell! Don't move! Hold it! ”

The two of them shuddered from afar.

In the distance, several young and strong red armbands ran over with loud shouts.

As soon as the old cotton shoes were excited, they stumbled and ran.

Tu Ziqiang was stunned for a moment before he reacted, and ran in a different direction.

The sound of slaps, angry scolding, and pleading was endless, and Tu Ziqiang didn't dare to turn back at all, and ran out of five streets so much that he couldn't run anymore and had to stop.

Knock, knock, knock......

Heart-beating ......

Whoop, whoosh, whoosh......

The lungs are hot and painful......

"Ha, haha, hahaha......"

Tu Ziqiang burst into tears, clutched the knife tightly in his hand, and laughed hysterically.