The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

The room was dead silent, only the firewood was crackling and burning.

Tu Ziqiang put on the cotton water jacket (issued by the factory to Lao Tu, who was reluctant to wear it to Xiao Tu.) and staggered to the front of Lao Tu on the wall.

"On the one hand, the job is ruined and homeless, and on the other hand, if you can't catch it, you will be fine, and if you catch it, it will take ten to 15 years. Old Tu, which one do you think I should choose?"

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

"Old Tu, you think you can last for three more months..." Tu Ziqiang had a sore nose, squatting on the ground while picking up money and muttering, "I'm just a student, what do you think I can do now?"

Dou Da's tears crackled on the ground, and the old paint on the wall seemed a little unbearable.

"Even if I resign myself not to enter the factory to take over and become homeless, what about the future? What will happen in the future?" Tu Ziqiang stood up with a sniff.

"What do you mean, what am I doing? Huh?" The man held a lot of change in his hand, staring at the wall and asking, "Isn't it..."

"Do you also think this is the only way left? Huh?" Tu Ziqiang raised his left hand, revealing the touch of pink that he was holding tightly.

"Then it's settled!" Tu Ziqiang chanted while stretching out his hand to turn Old Tu on the wall, "Old Tu, if you are alive, please bless me, and I will help your old Tu's family flourish!"

bang...

Tu Ziqiang snorted a couple of tears indiscriminately, put on a big padded jacket, put on a padded hat, closed the door and left the house, the old Tu still shaking slightly on the wall.

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It was very cold, and Tu Ziqiang walked with his hands in his sleeves and his head bowed down. The cotton-water scorpion made a creaking sound when he stepped on the snow.

The uncle and aunt of the neighbors reluctantly greeted him when they saw him. The children stopped making trouble immediately when they saw him, and stood timidly on the side of the street not daring to make a sound.

Maybe this is the so-called net street tiger?

Tu Ziqiang responded to the neighbors' greetings with a forced smile while laughing at himself.

"Qiangzi, Qiangzi, Tu Ziqiang!"

Gong Wei, in a blue police uniform, waved in the distance.

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

"Your father is gone, you need to be sensible..." Gong Wei handed him a cigarette, and Tu Ziqiang shook his head.

"What are your plans for the future?" Gong Wei didn't budge any more, struck a match and lit a cigarette, asking as if nothing had happened.

"Next week I will take over and go to the timber factory, apprentice..." Tu Ziqiang understood Gong Weize's subtext and replied in a muffled voice.

"Hiss, fur..." Gong Wei took a deep breath of the cigarette and exhaled a long column of smoke, "That's right, work hard, and your dad can close his eyes."

Tu Ziqiang didn't speak, but nodded slightly.

"Tell Uncle if you have any difficulties." Gong Wei hesitated, "Little Sanzi..."

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

"One hundred is too shameful," Gong Wei frowned and said, "Uncle can't do anything about it, it can only be a mediation..."

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

"This matter, you have to look at it in the long run. One hundred seems like a lot, but if you become a regular, it's just a matter of three or four months' salary." Gong Wei sighed and continued to persuade.

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

"Come on, uncle doesn't have much, you take the five dollars..." Gong Wei heaved a sigh of relief, he was afraid that Tu Ziqiang would make a fool of himself, "I'll try to persuade the third son later, I won't see you when you look up Neighbors are all, don't make things impossible."

"Uncle Gong, you are not rich," Tu Ziqiang shook his head and refused, "It's still forty or fifty..."

"Take it!" Gong Weize rolled his eyes and stuffed the money into Tu Ziqiang's pocket without any explanation.

He keenly sensed Tu Ziqiang's subtext, which means that if you can't make up enough, you will be messed up!

"Make up as much as you can! Don't be messy! I'm going to chat with the third son!" Gong Wei looked back at Tu Ziqiang as he walked, pointing his finger straight.

Some Gong Wei said that he might be able to spend less, this is his jurisdiction, and he certainly does not want any vicious incidents to happen.

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

The bad thing is that no one believes that Tu Ziqiang can't get 100 yuan.

The neighbors didn't believe it, and neither did the third son.

Otherwise, he wouldn't dare to open his mouth so wide.

Lao Tu costs 49 yuan a month, which is not considered low income in this day and age, so it is no problem to send him to another family to support five or six people.

But who called the original owner a bastard?The father and son's mixed family has no overnight food.

"Letter of introduction!" The salesperson looked up at Tu Ziqiang with his nostrils, and didn't bother to say a word.

"I forgot to bring it..." Tu Ziqiang looked greedily at the set of carving knives in the counter, raised his head and tried his best to keep a smile on his face.

"Go home and pick it up..." The salesperson said concisely, and after he burst out four words, he didn't respond anymore.

"You see it's quite cold today..."

"It's more than ten miles back and forth..."

"I'll send it over tomorrow, okay..."

Tu Ziqiang rubbed his hands and smiled.

"You need a letter of introduction for knives, which unit are you from? What are you going to do? Ah?" The salesman was impatient, and his vigilance was quite high, with a face of sizing up the enemy.

"Eldest sister..." Tu Ziqiang has yet to say more.

"Who is your eldest sister, and who should you call her eldest sister? Smelly rascal!" The salesperson was angry.

I am Nima!

Tu Ziqiang fled.

"You want a carving knife?"

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

Old cotton shoes, old cotton trousers with tied legs, jacket...

Tu Ziqiang looked up.

The big scarf is wrapped tightly, only the bridge of the nose and eyes are covered with plastic-framed myopia...

"Imported goods, good steel, do you want..." The old cotton shoe stamped his feet, stretched out a long white hand, and held a set of old carving knives in his hand.

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

"Twenty catties of corn noodles..." the old cotton shoes offered.

He doesn't want money, but food.

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

"Fifteen catties is fine..." The old cotton shoes hesitated for a moment, then gritted their teeth and lowered the price.

"I'll give you twenty catties, but you have to go to the grain station to buy it now..." Tu Ziqiang looked at the messy white hair under the broken felt hat and suddenly felt soft-hearted, and stood up on his knees.

"Okay..." The old cotton shoe hesitated for a moment and agreed.

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

"What are you doing! Don't move! Stop!"

The two of them shuddered when they stopped drinking from afar.

In the distance, a few young and strong red cuffs ran over, shouting loudly and cheering.

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

Tu Ziqiang was stunned for a moment before he realized it, and ran in another direction desperately.

Slapping, cursing, and begging were heard endlessly. Tu Ziqiang didn't dare to turn his head and ran for five streets, so he had to stop when he couldn't run anymore.

Boom, boom, boom...

Heart beating like crazy...

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

My lungs are burning...

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha……"

Tu Ziqiang burst into tears, clutching the set of knives tightly, laughing hysterically.