Chapter 1 Rag Guy Yang Xu!

"Collect the bottles, collect the garbage-" A slight aftertaste sounded by the river with a hint of innocent shouting.

It's just the beginning of April, and the grass grows in this part of the south, and it coincides with the weekend. The beach on the banks of the river is crowded with vacationers. Colorful parasols, red men and green women, laughter and laughter, it looks like a harmonious atmosphere.

However, there are also discordant things. A tricycle stands out in the crowd. There were half-empty water bottles and waste cans in the car, and a broken gong with holes hung under the handlebars, which was knocked from time to time, making a very piercing sound of breaking gongs.

Riding the tricycle was a short young man with large trousers, an old-fashioned shirt, and a torn straw hat buttoned over his head. Under the straw hat was a sweaty black face with a nose and eyes, and a mediocre appearance. The only thing that impresses is those bright, smiling eyes.

Wipe the sweat off your face with the back of your hand. When Yang Xu just wanted to shout again, he heard a crashing sound behind him. When he turned his head, he saw a cutie in a bikini throwing the crate of mineral water into his car.

With a sweep of his eyes, Yang Xu said happily: "There are ten empty bottles, one for a dime, miss." Give you a dollar. ”

As soon as the words fell, the buttocks began to tremble, Yang Xu took out an old-fashioned mobile phone from the back pocket of his pants, and nodded to the eyebrows: "Wait a minute, I have an important call, it was from the executive."

Beautiful bikini cuties originally wanted to leave. She just regarded Yang Xu as a garbage picker, and had no intention of asking for money. However, after listening to the word "executive", I chose to listen carefully.

"Hey, Uncle Secretary. Where are you? Sounds noisy? A strong country voice came to his face, and the bikini cutie next to him rolled his eyes, really wanting to leave.

Yang Xu continued to shout: "Hey, Uncle Secretary, are you going to the market in the town, there is no mobile phone signal in our village yet." Uncle Secretary, why are you asking me? I'm talking to a client about business. I'm busy with a $100,000 business! ”

Meimei was about to leave, but listening to Yang Xu's bragging, she was about to blow the cow to death, so she stood there and watched him continue to blow, but her face became more and more disdainful.

"What, Uncle Secretary, you asked me if I was driving? Yes, I drive a BMW, of course don't touch my BMW! Yang Xu looked down at his beloved car, which seemed to have only three wheels at most.

When I looked up again, the big customer who traded 100,000 yuan with him had already turned around and left, and quickly covered the phone and shouted: "Miss, I haven't given you any money yet!"

Meimei didn't even turn her head, but left two words in her sweet voice, "music-color-".

After a while, Yang Xu's big neck muscles slammed a few times, and his fists were clenched in his hands. But soon, he shook his head with a wry smile and continued to call. On the phone, the old secretary scolded confidently: "Yang Xu, don't talk nonsense with me." A few days ago, Xiao Zhang from the village called back and said that he saw you riding a three-wheeled bicycle to pick up the rags, you little bastard, did you learn to tell lies when you just went out?

After Yang Xu wiped the sweat from his forehead, he became humble: "Uncle Secretary, it is difficult to find a job in the city. When the old guy was sick, he owed tens of thousands of people, and everyone was very poor, but he had to pay back the money even like that. ”

There was silence on the other end of the phone for a while, and then the voice of the old secretary came: "Boy, as the old saying goes, the golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as your own kennel." If it's difficult outside, come back early. Our village is also your home! ”

Go home? Yang Xu's eyes were a little confused. Although there was still a lot of noise around him, his heart seemed to be carried back by the raging river to the place called Yang Jiashu in front of him...

His hometown is in the northernmost part of Heilongjiang, a small mountain village. It is located in the inner area of the Great Khing'an Mountains. Officially, it is called a mountain city, but in the local area, the common people are used to calling it Yangjiashu. Legend has it that when they crossed the Kanto region, three brothers surnamed Yang settled here. This spring, Lao Zhang's family cooked rice, steamed cakes, and steamed pots until the sky was dark. Then, they heard a knock on the door.

Lao Zhang thought it was his brother who came to visit. When he opened the door, he almost had a heart attack. It turned out that there was a grizzly bear standing at the door, carrying a big black slap on his back, standing upright looking at him. Lao Zhang hurriedly entered the house, but the old man in his family was still experienced. He grabbed two sticky bean bags, dipped them in a scoop of water, and threw them at the grizzly bear. Because the cake is sticky and it is very hot when it comes out of the pan, put a spoonful of cold water next to the pan when you pick it up.

Seeing that there was something to eat, the grizzly bear, who had just finished hibernating, was also very happy. Caught it directly with a big mouth. It was sticky, slippery, and cold, and he snorted at his stomach. Later, Lao Zhang fed half a pot of hair cakes, and the grizzly bear began to scream, tossing and screaming frantically for a night, and the result was that he died. It turned out that although the cake was dipped in cold water outside, the temperature inside was still terriblely hot, and even the bear couldn't stand it.

When I think of my hometown, I naturally think of the old man who raised me for 18 years. When he was farming, he picked up a baby boy in a ditch on the side of the road. The uneducated old man felt that this doll was a godsend, and named the child Yang Xu. worked hard to raise Yang Xu and send him to college. Although it is only a third-rate university, Yang Xu is the first college student in Yang Jiashu's history.

However, just when he was 3 years older, the old man fell ill. In order to see a doctor, Yang Xu borrowed tens of thousands of yuan from the villagers. In the end, dust to dust, and dust to dust.

However, Yang Xu graduated from a third-rate medical school, but he has no products, no rights, no money and no people, so where can he find a job? He spent half a year in an endless cycle of submitting resumes, interviews, going home and waiting for phone calls, and resubmitting resumes. Finally, Yang Xu was defeated by reality. Young and frivolous, beautiful vision, bright future, everything is crushed by the cruel reality.

Fortunately, Yang Xu was optimistic by nature and simply began to pick up garbage and collect waste products. Two years later, he saved the money, but he just filled in the hole from last month.

Just now, the secretary's words suddenly opened his mind, and he suddenly had a feeling of flying. Thinking of the peaceful mountain village of my hometown, there is only one thought in my head: go home, go home, go home...

"Uncle, uncle—"

When Yang Xu was immersed in the memories of the past, he suddenly felt that the hem of his clothes had been gently pulled a few times, and he quickly lowered his head. It turned out that a little girl of five or six years old knelt in front of him, her short yellow hair covered her forehead, and only her dirty face remained, but her big eyes looked up at him pitifully. It's like the little match girl in a fairy tale.