The World: Tu Ziqiang's Counterattack

The third son's house is very dilapidated.There was a big hole under the door of the outer room, and the two boards were nailed together, and there was still some air leakage.

Several windows lacked glass, so they were covered with plastic sheeting.

The one who opened the door was Sanzi's younger sister, a thin little girl with a pie face.

The little girl looked at Gong Weize's police uniform at a loss, and after they explained their intentions, the little girl hurriedly greeted the guests.

On the other hand, I stood on tiptoe to scoop water from a large water tank that had a hole in the side and barely pasted it with cement...

Gong Wei signaled to the little girl not to bother, and brought Tu Ziqiang into the house by himself.

The little girl was standing there with her hands...

"We all grew up together when we were young, so it's inevitable that you guys will be a little awkward..." Gong Wei sat on the edge of the kang and persuaded him. The third son's head was wrapped in gauze, and only a pair of eyes were exposed. look at him.

"Of course, it's a bit heavy this time..." Gong Wei was a little embarrassed by the look, and turned around to reprimand Tu Ziqiang, "How can you play so cruelly like this? Huh?"

The latter bowed his head and did not speak.

Tap, tap, there is no sound in the room, only the swing of the pendulum of the old-fashioned clock...

"Third Son, can you see if this works..." Gong Wei coughed, "Qiang Zi also knows that he was wrong, so give Uncle Gong some face and less point."

"Uncle Gong, 37 stitches! A total of 37 stitches! My head is a rotten peach!" The third son's face was swollen like a steamed bun, and his voice was very vague, "The stitches and medicine are only ten yuan! "

"Qiangzi paid for the medicine, and another 20 yuan for nutrition." Gong Wei waved his hand very hard. Is it right? Qiangzi, talk!"

"San'er, my brother took it a little harder this time. Please take care of me. Take the 50 yuan, and we will all be buddies in the future!" Tu Ziqiang was very open, and Gong Wei nodded slightly.

The third son looked at the 50 yuan and said nothing, but Gong Weize's face became more and more ugly.

"I went out to collect the tatters in the past two days and the harvest is not bad. It's more than one yuan a day, which is no less than going to the factory." Tu Ziqiang looked at the third son with a warm smile, "If it's not enough, you allow me a month, and I'll give it to you Make up."

"Uncle Gong, it's not that I don't give you face." The third son glanced at Tu Ziqiang, grinned slightly, sighed and looked at Gong Weize, "I also know that 100 yuan is a bit too much..."

Gong Wei snorted and looked a little better, as long as he can negotiate the price, everything else is easy to talk about.

"Fourth brother, bring you Brother Qiang a stool..." The third son greeted his younger sister, "Sit down too, Qiangzi, don't stand."

Tu Ziqiang took the bench brought by the little girl, sat down and waited for the third son's next words.

"My father left early, and my mother dragged our four brothers with her sick body..." The third son began to talk about ancient times, while Gong Wei frowned and said nothing.

"My elder brother is in Yunnan, and my second brother is in Guizhou. As for me, if it weren't for this injury, I would have gone to Guangxi..." The third son held his younger sister's hand, and the little girl looked down at her toes.

"No, your sister is not an adult, according to the policy..." Gong Wei raised his eyebrows.

"That's right..." The third son turned around with a wry smile and continued, "Uncle Gong, Qiangzi, you have also seen the situation in my family. You said that if I leave, how will my mother and my sister live?"

"That one hundred..." Gong Wei frowned and shook his head.

"My second brother broke his leg in Guizhou, and he is waiting for money to save his life. It costs 50 yuan..." The third son stood up and stared at Tu Ziqiang, "You can give [-] yuan, but... "

"But you have to marry my sister and then take my mother to your house..." The third son looked at Tu Ziqiang with a half-smile.

"Nonsense, how old is your sister, this is illegal!" Gong Wei couldn't sit still, and Tu Ziqiang grinned and looked at the big face of the fourth child.Don't say it's illegal, even if it's not illegal, you can't talk about it.

"Illegal? Why did the law force our family to go to Guangxi again?" The third son was very excited, while Gong Wei curled his lips.

"Qiangzi, there are still four days, and there is no less than 100 yuan!" The third son leaned forward and stretched out his head, "If you feel that you are losing money, you can make up a few more!"

Gong Wei raised his eyebrows and wanted to speak again, but was pulled back by Tu Ziqiang.

"100 yuan, four days, I'll give..." Tu Ziqiang took a deep look at the third son, and pulled Gong Wei away.

"Brother, I borrowed it from you. If I don't die, I will pay you back the principal with interest in the future!" The third son shouted on the kang.

After leaving Sanzi's house, Gong Wei sighed and patted Tu Ziqiang on the shoulder and left.

This matter is beyond his control. It is a great favor for him to pay five yuan, and Tu Ziqiang is very content.

You must know that Aunt Qiao organized a lot of people that day and only collected ten yuan...

Tu Ziqiang now has more than 86 yuan in his hand. At first, he thought that with Gong Weize's agreement, the money would be enough.

Unexpectedly, if the third son killed him, he would not be able to lose a point, so he gave up thinking about it.

It seems that we have to take this step, so let's go.

Tu Ziqiang squeezed the bag of things in his arms, and went straight to Shui Ziliu and Luo Shibin's kennel without hesitation.

"Qiangzi, I have yours. Where did it come from?" Da Ma stared at the light with a bull's eye and looked at the meat tickets and cloth tickets one by one. Shui Ziliu stood there silently, his eyes full of worry.

"Four meat tickets for 230, seven cloth tickets for 150..." Tu Ziqiang sat on a stool and held a large enamel tea mug.

"Eh? When did you have this skill, it looks like it's real..." Da Ma's face flushed with excitement, "The meat ticket is fifteen cents, and the cloth ticket is twenty cents...well, at least sixty or seventy ! It’s the Chinese New Year soon, and it’s time to sell!”

"It's true..." Tu Ziqiang looked at Da Ma's face expressionlessly.

Nonsense, can it be true?

The same paper, the same ink, engraved according to the original.

If it can be seen that it is fake, isn’t our master’s degree in printmaking too low?

"Let me just say, how can you have that ability..." Da Ma smiled with his teeth bared.

"Don't worry about selling it, it's not robbing or stealing..." Tu Ziqiang reassured the two of them, "Just give me 45 later, and you two can keep the flowers. Let's go..."

"I'll send you the money the day after tomorrow at the most..." Da Ma grinned with his teeth grinning.

The door blocked Shui Ziliu's worried eyes, and Tu Ziqiang let out a long breath.

After scrapping three chair legs, he got used to the thick fingers of this body.

I dare not do it during the day, so I can only sneak around at night.

In three days, a total of 180 meat tickets and [-] cloth tickets were printed.

He originally held a glimmer of hope that the third son would let go...

Before making a decision, he still worries about gains and losses, but when he has nowhere to go, he becomes free and easy.

The big heads let the water flow and they help sell them, and they are familiar with this.

I left a hundred or so sheets to try to get in and walk around.

It's still done, who knows when the money will be needed next time?

Ha, isn't Yedo overwhelmed?Hahaha……

The long breath is like an arrow...