Barefoot wearing old cotton shoes, legs tied old cotton pants with exposed feet and neck frozen purple, knees and buttocks There are two large patches on the eggs, the same patch big cotton jacket, the big scarf is tightly wrapped and only the eyes are exposed, the head is wearing a broken felt hat, carrying a large flower basket on his back, and holding a long clip made of wire in his hand......

was almost held down by the picket, and was afraid, Tu Ziqiang sent the carving knife home and replaced it with the old Tu suit.

I'm afraid, but I still have to do it! What if you don't do it?

This time, he learned to be good, and he wouldn't be stupid enough to go to the store and buy it.

"You don't behave...... the printing house doorman frowned as he smoked the cigarette Tu Ziqiang handed over.

"We have a lot of sisters......" Tu Ziqiang rubbed his cotton pants timidly, eager to rub out the cotton, "I can't carry much, comrade, you will take care of it, take care of it, take care of ......"

"You rural people...... the doorman pouted and pulled a long voice, his eyes slanted at the half box of Spring Festival cigarettes in Tu Ziqiang's hand, "If you are like you who are cheap from the government, how can you build the country?" ”

"Yes, yes, yes, or comrade, you are ...... of consciousness" Tu Ziqiang put half a pack of Spring Festival cigarettes on the table with a very good eye and gently pushed it, "I am temporary, temporary ......"

"I can't even smoke this cigarette!" The doorman picked up the cigarette and put it in his pocket, "Don't you take it as an example!" Come with me, don't run around! Poor ...... who don't know children"

"Hey, hey......" Tu Ziqiang smiled and agreed.

The doorman swaggered and led Tu Ziqiang to the waste room, and what satisfied him was that Tu Ziqiang really didn't look around.

"Load more leaflet paper, flyer paper press the scale!" The doorman leaned on the door frame and did not forget to remind, and said as if he had unintentionally probed, "The paper is all at one price, right?" Two cents a pound? ”

"How can there be two points, it's already one and five......" Tu Ziqiang smiled bitterly as he neatly stacked the leaflet paper in the flower basket.

"Five points in one?" The doorman pinched Yingchun in his pocket, "Can you have a hundred catties in this basket?" ”

"Eighty or ninety pounds, no matter how much you can't carry. If only there was a car......" Tu Ziqiang replied honestly.

"Eighty catties is two pieces, and one trip a day is thirty-six yuan a month! You can do it! The doorman muttered with envy.

A pack of Spring Festival is only two cents and three, this kid is cheap, don't want to enter the door next time if you don't have a big production.

"Hurry up, hurry up, someone will see it in a while!" The more the doorman calculated, the more he felt that he was losing, and he urged Tu Ziqiang without a mouth.

"It's good, it's good......" Tu Ziqiang promised in his mouth, and he couldn't stop in his hands until he couldn't stuff it anymore.

"You ......," the doorman stared at Tu Ziqiang with a frown, carrying the half jar of ink in his hand.

"Practice calligraphy for my brother, practice calligraphy ......" Tu Ziqiang smiled facelessly, and had no intention of putting it back at all.

"Hurry up, just this once!" The doorman was impatient, but he didn't take his stuff anyway, so he reluctantly accepted it.

Bang Dang! The gate was tightly closed.

"More than I earned...... the doorman muttered just right, not loud, just enough for Tu Ziqiang to hear clearly.

Tu Ziqiang walked with the basket on his back, with a relieved smile on his face.

It's easy for me to step on a horse, I ......

When Tu Ziqiang went home with a big basket on his back, one foot deep and one foot shallow, it was already completely dark.

"Hadron? Oh mom, scare me, what are you doing kid? ”

Tu Ziqiang's heart tightened, and he hid and hid but still didn't hide for others to see, this thing was done.

"This kid, why is he dressed like this, I thought it was your father when he was far away!"

"Aunt Qiao......" Tu Ziqiang turned his head to see that it was a group of middle-aged women led by Aunt Qiao of the neighborhood committee, and barely squeezed out a smile to say hello.

"What are you doing?" Aunt Qiao stood on tiptoe and looked at Tu Ziqiang's big basket, "Where did you get so much paper?" ”

"The ...... picked up" Tu Ziqiang's heart is about to jump out.

In recent years, the aunt of the neighborhood committee is not a vegetarian and bears most of the security duties.

If you have a fresh face and suspicious appearance, the aunt of the neighborhood committee can directly send you to the police station with a shout.

"Waste paper...... Aunt Qiao's flashlight shook, stretching out her fat hand to rummage through the big basket.

Tu Ziqiang didn't speak, and let her flip around.

"What's so shameful about this, kid? Labor is the most glorious! Aunt Qiao found that the basket was full of waste paper, so she became suspicious, thinking that he was just going to pick up rags and was embarrassed to be bumped into.

"Ah, glorious, glorious......" Tu Ziqiang secretly sighed, his mouth perfunctory.

"Qiangzi, you have to go to the good road......" Aunt Qiao nagged unrelentingly.

"Well, auntie, don't worry, you must, you must ......" Tu Ziqiang raised his legs and left.

"Hey, this kid. It's good to be like this earlier......" Aunt Qiao looked at Tu Ziqiang's back and sighed, and didn't forget to hold a flashlight to help him light it up......

"It's not bad, Lao Tu didn't close his eyes......" Aunt Zhang echoed on the side, and her mouth was still slurking.

"Have you heard? He broke the third son of Erdao Street, and he didn't spare the money over there! ”

"Say you can't get over it without a hundred dollars? I'm dripping mom, a hundred dollars! Where to get it! This kid is also miserable......"

"What's the hard life? Lao Tu spends more than 50 yuan a month, and they can't take out a hundred? ”

"It shouldn't be hard to say a hundred yuan, but you see that he is in a hurry to pick up the rags, I see, this money is enough!"

"If you can't pull it out, it'll be muddy, hey......"

The women were gossiping, and Aunt Qiao looked at Tu Ziqiang's back thoughtfully.

"I said, sisters, ......" Aunt Qiao sighed and cleared her throat, "Lao Tu is not bad, although the strong son is a little muddy, we also watched grow up......"

The women didn't speak, but looked at Aunt Qiao in unison.

"If this kid doesn't learn well, forget it," Aunt Qiao continued with a swallow foam, "but now that people know that they are motivated, should we reach out and help?" ”

"He, Aunt Qiao, is right, we have to help Lao Tu for the sake ......of face," Aunt Sun was the first to say, "Lao Tu didn't follow us in doing things, isn't that the case, do you want to make up for it?" ”

"How can this money be made up? How frustrating ......" Aunt Zhang muttered quietly, her family had a lot of people and lived a very tight life.

"It's not funeral money, it's condolences. Isn't there much yet? Aunt Qiao's fat hand waved to be fixed, "If it's really difficult, forget it, just make up some ...... at home."

"I'm ...... five cents"

"I'm ...... Sanmao"

The women pulled out their handkerchiefs and bags to collect money.

"Then I'll have two cents......" Aunt Zhang hesitated for a moment and also paid for it.

"Don't give it to me yet, we will collect it together tomorrow," Aunt Qiao was very satisfied with her prestige, "His grandaunt will keep the account tomorrow!" ”

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Squeak, crunch!

Tu Ziqiang opened the door and entered the house, threw down the big flower basket, threw himself on the kang, and didn't want to move.

The kang has long been cold......

This day, it was so exciting.

In the morning, he was still a promising master's student, and then he was thrown here for some reason.

First, wild dogs were chased for five streets, and then they pretended to be waste pickers and walked 30 miles with 100 pounds of waste paper on their backs......

Both mentally and physically have been tightened......

From morning to night, Shuimi didn't beat his teeth, and he didn't even feel hungry or thirsty.

"Ah~uh~~~"

With a groan that seemed to come from Jiuyou, Tu Ziqiang forced himself to get up.

It's not done yet, and time is running out!

The carving knife, paper, and ink are all alive, and now there is still a wooden plank......

There was a lot of firewood in the courtyard, but it was not suitable for all of them.

Not dry enough to deform......

A box of ash? No, there is an uneven pattern......

Pine tables? If it's too soft, choose it first......

Basswood chairs?! That's you!