The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

Wearing old cotton shoes with bare feet, old cotton trousers with pricked legs showing cold purple ankles, two large patches on the knees and buttocks, a large cotton jacket with the same patch, the big scarf is tightly wrapped and only the eyes are exposed, Wearing a broken felt hat on his head, carrying a big flower basket on his back, and holding a long clip made of wire in his hand...

Almost being held down by the pickets, Tu Ziqiang was so frightened that he took the carving knife home and changed into Old Tu's outfit.

I'm afraid, but things have to be done!What if I don't do it?

This time he has learned to be good, and will not go to the store to buy it stupidly.

"You don't follow the rules..." The guard of the printing factory frowned while smoking a cigarette that Tu Ziqiang handed over.

"We have a lot of sisters..." Tu Ziqiang rubbed his cotton trousers coyly, wishing he could get some cotton out, "I can't memorize too much, comrade, take care of me, take care of me..."

"You rural folks..." the doorman said in a long voice with his mouth curled, his eyes squinting at the half box of welcome spring cigarettes in Tu Ziqiang's hand, "How can we build a country if you take advantage of the public like you?"

"Yes, yes, comrade, you are more enlightened..." Tu Ziqiang put half a pack of Yingchun cigarettes on the table with a wink and gently pushed, "This is temporary, temporary..."

"I can't even afford to smoke this cigarette!" The guard picked up the cigarette and put it in his pocket, "Don't be an example! Come with me, don't take it and run around! Poor ignorant..."

"Hey, hey..." Tu Ziqiang agreed with a smile on his face.

The guard swaggered and led Tu Ziqiang to the waste room. To his satisfaction, Tu Ziqiang really behaved himself and didn't look around.

"Pack more leaflet paper, and press the leaflet paper on the scale!" The guard leaned on the door frame without forgetting to remind, and tentatively asked, "All the paper is charged at the same price? Two cents a catty?"

"How can there be two points? It's already one point and five points..." Tu Ziqiang smiled wryly while neatly stacking the leaflets in the flower basket.

"One cent five?" The guard squeezed Yingchun in his pocket, "Can you have a hundred catties in this basket?"

"Eight to ninety catties, no matter how much it is, I can't carry it. It would be great if I had a small car..." Tu Ziqiang replied honestly.

"It's only one yuan for eighty catties, and it's only 36 yuan for one trip a day and one month! You can do it!" the guard muttered enviously.

A package of winter jasmine is only [-] cents, cheap this kid, don't even think about entering the door without a package of big production next time.

"Hurry up, hurry up, people will see it in a while!" The more the guard settled the score, the more he felt that he was at a disadvantage, and he urged Tu Ziqiang without a hole.

"That's good, that's good..." Tu Ziqiang agreed with his mouth, and he kept holding his hands until there was no more stuffing.

"You..." The guard frowned and stared at the half-can of ink that Tu Ziqiang was holding in his hand.

"Practice calligraphy for my little brother..." Tu Ziqiang smiled facelessly, showing no intention of putting it back.

"Hurry up, just this one time!" The guard was very impatient, but it was not his family's stuff anyway, so he reluctantly recognized it.

Bang!The door was closed tightly.

"I earn more than me..." the guard muttered just right, the voice was not loud, but it was just enough for Tu Ziqiang to hear clearly.

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

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

It was completely dark when Tu Ziqiang returned home with a big basket on his back.

"Qiangzi? Oh my god, I'm startled. What are you doing, kid?"

Tu Ziqiang's heart tightened, he hid and hid but still didn't dodge to let others see, this happened.

"This kid, why are you dressed like this? I thought it was your father from so far away!"

"Aunt Qiao..." Tu Ziqiang turned his head to see a group of middle-aged women led by Aunt Qiao from the neighborhood committee, and forced a smile to say hello.

"What are you doing?" Aunt Qiao tiptoed to look at Tu Ziqiang's big basket, "Where did you get so much paper?"

"I picked it up..." Tu Ziqiang's heart was about to jump out.

The aunt of the neighborhood committee is not a vegetarian these days, and bears most of the security responsibilities.

As long as anyone with a strange face and suspicious behavior, the aunt of the neighborhood committee can directly turn you over to the police station with a shout.

"Waste paper..." Aunt Qiao shook the flashlight, and stretched out her fat hands to rummage through the big basket.

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

"My child, what's there to be ashamed of? Labor is the most glorious thing!" Aunt Qiao became suspicious when she found that the basket was full of waste paper.

"Ah, glory, glory..." Tu Ziqiang secretly heaved a sigh of relief, his mouth perfunctory.

"Qiangzi, you have to go on a good road..." Aunt Qiao nagged persistently.

"Yeah, don't worry, auntie, I must, I must..." Tu Ziqiang lifted his legs and left.

"Hey, this kid. It's so good to be here..." Aunt Qiao sighed as she looked at Tu Ziqiang's back, and she didn't forget to hold up a flashlight to help him shine...

"It's not that bad, Lao Tu didn't even close his eyes..." Aunt Zhang beside him echoed, tsk-tsk.

"Have you heard? He was broken by the third son of Erdao Street, and he was relentlessly extorting money!"

"Are you saying you can't live without 100 yuan? Oh my god, 100 yuan! Where can I get it! This child is also suffering..."

"What's so hard about life? Lao Tu only spends 100 yuan a month on them, and they can't even get [-] yuan?"

"Supposedly, 100 yuan shouldn't be a lot of trouble, but if you look at him in a hurry, he's picking up junk. In my opinion, it's enough money!"

"Then if you can't take it out, you'll be ruined, hey..."

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

"Let me tell you, sisters..." Aunt Qiao sighed and cleared her throat, "An old man is not bad, even though Qiangzi is a jerk, we grew up watching him..."

The women did not speak, but looked at Aunt Qiao in unison.

"It's fine if the kid doesn't learn well," Aunt Qiao continued, spitting, "but now that he knows he's making progress, shall we lend a helping hand?"

"Aunt Qiao is right, we have to help Lao Tu because of his face..." Aunt Sun was the first to say, "Isn't that why we didn't follow Lao Tu's affairs, why don't we make up for it?"

"How can there be any back-up for this money? How frustrating..." Aunt Zhang muttered in a low voice. Her family had a large population and lived a very tight life.

"It's not considered funeral money, it's considered condolences. Not too much, not even thirty cents or fifty cents?" Aunt Qiao waved her fat hand to confirm her character, "If it's really difficult, just forget it, and if the family is generous, just make some money..."

"I'm fifty cents..."

"I'm three hairs..."

The women pulled out the handkerchiefs in their pockets to chip in.

"Then I'll pay two cents too..." Aunt Zhang hesitated for a moment, then also took out the money.

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

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Squeak, thump!

Tu Ziqiang opened the door and entered the room, threw down the big flower basket and threw himself on the kang, not wanting to move.

Kang has been cold for a long time...

This day is so exciting.

He was a promising master's student in the morning, and then he was thrown here for no reason.

First, he was chased away like a wild dog for five streets, and then he pretended to be a waste picker and walked for thirty miles with a hundred catties of waste paper on his back...

Both mentally and physically tense...

From morning to night, Shui Mi didn't bite his teeth, and he didn't even feel hungry or thirsty.

"Ah~uh~~~"

Accompanied by a groan that seemed to come from Jiuyou, Tu Ziqiang forced himself to stand up.

Things are not done yet, time is running out!

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

There are a lot of firewood in the yard, but none of them are suitable for use.

If it is not dry enough, it will deform...

The box of the willow tree?No, there are uneven patterns...

Pine table?Too soft, choose first...

Basswood chair? !it's you!