Although Brother Ninth said so, Zhang Eleven still couldn't figure it out. He was obviously living like a beggar and had finally lived a prosperous life for a few days. Why did he have to donate?
Even if you want to donate, you should at least discuss it with yourself!
He glanced back in the direction of Longhu Mountain without saying a word.
"Hey~~"
The Ninth Senior Brother could only shake his head helplessly. He knew that the younger Junior Brother was at the right age to be rebellious.
Although the junior brother is usually very sensible, the blow to him this time was really too great, and it was impossible for him to turn around in a short while.
Besides, even he felt that what Master did this time was really too much!
What kind of destiny and what kind of stars are causing trouble? For Master, a master, this is not something that can be solved in a matter of minutes. How can it be so complicated!
Of course, Master has his own profound meaning, which is not something he can understand at this level.
He could only watch Eleven helplessly as he stepped onto the approaching car.
Zhang Shiyi, who was carrying the parcel, did not go back to the market to set up a stall, but wandered around the city for a day out of anger.
Originally, he wanted to find a serious job and finally break up with his apprenticeship.
As a result, people either thought he was young or thought he had no diploma.
But Zhang Shiyi ran away from the orphanage at the age of eight and was wandering around. Where could he get a diploma? It was good to have an ID card and not be considered a gangster.
Of course, not having a diploma does not mean being uneducated. Both Wuming and Zhang Changliu are very good people. If they are all in the literary world, Zhang Shiyi will naturally be influenced by them.
It's a pity. If you want to enter a big company, the first stepping stone is a diploma. If you don't meet the recruitment requirements, they won't even give you a chance to interview. No matter how awesome and experienced you are, you have nothing to say. use!
Besides, he is not yet seventeen years old, who dares to use him~
Zhang Shiyi, who had been bumping into the south wall all day, could only walk on the road dejectedly, with the cold wind blowing, making it desolate.
I touched the only two thousand yuan I had left on me, gritted my teeth and stamped my feet, and spent eighty yuan to find a small hotel to stay for one night.
I also took a nice hot bath.
"I will spend as much as I can! Who is saving it for? If I don't spend it, who knows when that old guy will donate it to me again!"
Zhang Shiyi gritted his teeth and glared at the bowl of noodles in front of him.
The owner of the noodle shop looked at it and carefully added two eggs to him.
"Young man, don't be angry with your family. At your age, I know what it is called and what it means to be rebellious. Yes, it's the rebellious period!
I was like this when I was a kid. Because I was angry with my parents and didn't go to school well, I ran away to this city.
Look at me, after working for so many years, my son is older than you, and I still rely on this small noodle shop to make a living.
Remember, child, your parents will never harm you, but sometimes their way of expression may be unacceptable to you.
Hey~ I didn’t understand this until I became a parent.
It's a pity that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop, and the son wants to be filial but doesn't wait for his relatives..."
It can be seen that this noodle shop owner is also a person with a story. The lit cigarette made the weather-beaten face blurry.
Although he could understand what he said, Zhang Shiyi was still stubborn and didn't want to return to the Taoist temple.
At his age, if someone hadn't grabbed him by the collar and kicked him hard on the butt, it would have been really difficult to turn back.
The next day, Zhang Shiyi slept in for the first time. It was not until it was time to check out that he slowly came to the market.
"Eleven, what's the matter? You've become rich and you can't even sell a stall?"
The merchants passing by greeted him familiarly, but these words stung his heart again.
It is truly a journey back to the pre-liberation period after decades of hard work!
Never having it and once having it and then losing it are two completely different concepts.
Looking at the listless little Eleven, the fat aunt touched his forehead with concern.
"Eleven, aren't you sick? You don't have a fever?"
"Hey, it's okay, aunt, I just didn't sleep well last night."
Naturally, you can't tell others what happened at home. If anyone knew that there were eleven graves piled up in his home, and there were a bunch of dead ghosts living in the graves, everyone would be frightened.
"Poor kid, why don't you become my aunt's son-in-law~"
The words that came from behind frightened Zhang Shiyi, and he quickly pretended not to hear and ran towards his stall.
"Haha, Sister Wang, you are promoting your Erya again. In fact, if you are cruel and ask Erya to lose weight and lose 180 pounds, she will really be a beautiful woman~"
The uncle selling fruit on the side was fighting with the fat aunt.
"Get out of here, you know nothing! Fat people have a good reputation. If Shiyi marries my second wife, then the ancestral graves will be smoking. How many generations of blessings will it take~"
"Haha, our sister Wang has saved a lot of dowry for Erya~"
"That's right, I only have this daughter. If I don't leave it to her, who will I leave it to?"
...
Everyone's laughter reached Zhang Shiyi's ears word for word, making him feel even more uncomfortable.
Look at other people, they all save their money and save it for their children, but Master!
He didn't bother to set up the stall, so he just sat on the pony and watched people coming and going. He didn't know what he was thinking.
"Eleven, is everything okay? Why didn't you even set up a stall?"
Lao Mo, who had not seen Zhang Shiyi since morning, was very worried, fearing that something would happen to the child.
I ran several times this morning, and finally saw him coming, so I quickly asked with concern.
"By the way, Uncle Mo, didn't you say you could find me a job? Is there any chance?"
After seeing Lao Mo, Zhang Shiyi stood up quickly.
Originally, the main purpose of his coming today was to see Uncle Mo, because he knew that only the uncle in front of him was truly good to him.
"What's wrong? Stop setting up your fortune-telling stall. Isn't business going very well these days?"
"Uncle Mo, I just suddenly figured it out. I can't spend my whole life setting up stalls and telling fortunes. Can you help me find a real job?"
Lao Mo actually didn't want Shi Yi to do this business for a long time.
He is not even seventeen, nor is he seventy. What the hell is going on with a young man setting up a stall to tell fortunes every day?
"Yes, don't worry, this matter is taken care of by uncle!
By the way, are you sixteen or seventeen? "
"I'll be seventeen in a few months. If I'm lying, I'll count myself eighteen!"
Zhang Shiyi, who has been wandering around for a day, knows that if you are under 18 years old, no one will dare to use you. After all, it is illegal to use child labor.
