Lighting a fire for a briquette stove requires a little skill. If you cannot use a gas stove to ignite the briquettes, you will need to use tinder such as newspapers and branches, and you will also need a fan or other blasting force so that the briquettes can ignite quickly.
There was only one gas stove, and both flames had already been occupied. It took time to sear and fry the tofu, and it also took time to stew the meat, so Hu Xiaohu had to use the most laborious method to light the fire directly.
Fortunately, Hu Xiaohu had experience and was quite sophisticated. After lighting the newspaper with a match, he casually stuffed a few thicker branches into the furnace. He didn't even use a fan. He just lay on the ground and blew into the furnace.
The lung capacity of fat people may be larger than that of ordinary people. The briquette stove was quickly ignited with a few puffs of fairy energy from the little fat boy.
Hu Xiaohu's face was stained with some black stove ashes. The weather was still very hot, and the fat man sweated more than ordinary people, so the sweat plowed down his face into ravines, and he wiped it casually with the back of his hand. , the whole face is stained.
He started cooking tea eggs meticulously without even washing his face. It seemed that this little fat boy was very interested in the work in the kitchen.
Until he heard that everyone was concerned about his family, Hu Xiaohu did not shy away and talked about the situation at home in an understatement.
"Dead?!" Upon hearing these two words, the other two people in the yard were stunned involuntarily.
Seeing the calm expression on Hu Xiaohu's pretty face, Yao Yuan couldn't believe the meaning behind Xiao Pang'er's words: "What? Your dad, your mom?"
Hu Xiaohu nodded.
Xie Laozhaoer asked repeatedly in surprise: "Damn it, are you, are you an orphan?"
Hu Xiaohu raised the back of his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Yes, the car accident happened eight years ago."
There was not much sadness on Hua Xiaohu's face under the sun. Maybe eight years had been enough to erase the pain in his heart, but the other two fell into silence.
After being quiet for a full minute, Yao Yuan quickly reminded: "Fatty, wait and see, the tea eggs are almost cooked enough. Just boil the pot. You can't simmer for a long time. You have to keep the tenderness of the eggs. After taking off the fire, add them to the tea soup." It’s full of flavor, you can try one first to see if it tastes the same as yesterday.”
Hu Xiaohu nodded and agreed crisply: "It shouldn't be wrong. It smells quite similar to me."
"Then are you in school now?" Xie Laozhaoer asked with concern, and then brought the topic back.
Hu Xiaohu rolled his eyes at Xie Laozhaoer: "I really don't want to go to school, but the neighbors are not doing it, and the teachers in the school are keeping a close eye on me. If school doesn't start, I will be in the first grade of junior high school."
"You go to the night market to sell these things when you are in school?" Xie Laozhaoer pointed to the tea eggs in the pot.
"I can sell even when I'm in school. Not to mention it's summer vacation. I still work at the stall in the evening when I'm in school. I earn more than ten or twenty yuan a day. In a month, I'm better than those who work!" Hu Xiaohu said confidently.
Xie Laozhao'er gave a thumbs up to Little Fatty: "Tsk, tsk, you can do it, you are the one!"
"Fat boy, are you really short of money? Why do you think of selling this on the street?" Yao Yuan was a little curious.
Hu Xiaopang replied confidently: "No one in my family earns a salary, so I have to find a way to make some money. Besides, it doesn't take much trouble to boil some eggs. You can earn income just by playing every day. How great."
Yao Yuan couldn't help but reached out and gave Xiao Pang'er a thumbs up.
This state of mind is much better than that of my two classmates who can't mention it.
No one dared to mention the topic about Hu Xiaohu being an orphan. This kind of thing would be a huge tragedy for anyone, but Hu Xiaohu acted very strong, at least he refused to talk to Yao Yuan and Xie Laozhao. There was a hint of sadness in front of her.
Yao Yuan was also a little puzzled. Most people would definitely not be able to bear such a big thing for such a child. However, there was no sense of decadence or pessimism in the little fat boy's words, demeanor, and cheerful personality. I don't know. What kind of living environment creates such an optimistic and open-minded mentality?
The method of making tea eggs is very simple. The little fat man has completely mastered it after one practical operation. Then he refused to be idle and took the initiative to help make the stewed eggs.
What a good little fat boy!
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Five hundred meters west of the Qianjiakou intersection is the nearby famous ethnic village.
It is said to be an ethnic village, but in fact, people from all over the world come to Pingcheng to make a living here. There are all kinds of people in the large bungalow area.
In the east end of the village, there was a dilapidated and low bungalow with an area of less than ten square meters, but six people lived there.
Several bed boards are supported by benches, forming a big bunk, which takes up more than half of the room. Apart from this big bunk, there is no longer any furniture in the room, only a few pairs of smelly shoes at the foot of the bed, exuding the smell all day long. Bad smell.
Xu Zhiyong rested his head on his hands and looked up at the roof. He had been lying motionless on the Datong bunk all morning.
Last night at the intersection of Qianjiakou, I almost missed again. Fortunately, Brother Qiangzi, who was watching the situation, saw the opportunity quickly and blocked the way, giving me a chance to escape.
This kind of thing has happened several times. The new leading brother Hei Qing is a bit too reckless. It's not like he said he had been a gangster, forcing his younger brothers to take action in front of the house. This has already happened. It's a taboo in this line of work.
Recently, every time I go to the street to do some cleaning work, I always feel that someone next to me looks at me in a wrong way. If this continues, I, the six younger brothers, especially myself, will have to register in this area.
I wonder why the Marquis would leave his group of people in the hands of such a stick?
Last night and the other times a few days ago, I had completely lost my wind and energy. Based on my limited experience, I knew that in this case, I had to hide from the limelight or even completely change the environment. .
But the new boss, Hei Qing, is just a gangster and a fool. He just lost his temper last night, and this morning he forced the younger brothers to take to the streets.
Xu Zhiyong, who already felt something was wrong, had an idea and excused himself to stay at home because he sprained his foot last night.
This can't go on like this. Although he is too young to be punished by law, Xu Zhiyong knows that there is a provision for reeducation through labor. If he falls into the hands of Lei Zi again, he might be taken to the suburbs to work. Renovation, Shahe Farm is a revolving door prepared for people like him.
I wonder if my group of people can survive until the Marquis comes out if this continues? ,
The more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became, and he scratched his little @crotch hatefully. This was not going to work. He had to find a way. If Hei Qing continued to act like this, he might have to encourage the boys to find another one quickly. Way to live.
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Xu Zhiyong was making careful calculations here, while Qiangzi and Hei Qing were also mumbling over there.
The two of them stood by a stall selling soda drinks. They bought two bottles of Arctic Ocean but were not in a hurry to open them and drink. They just reached out and rolled the soda bottles embedded in the huge ice cubes back and forth, just to covet the coolness brought by the ice cubes.
"Brother Qing, are you sure about the King of Hell you saw last night?" Qiangzi asked in a low voice.
"Yes, that's him. I can recognize him even if he's in plain clothes. His big black face looks like a bastard, so easy to recognize!" Hei Qing said bitterly.
"You're not specifically watching us, are you?" Qiangzi was a little nervous.
Hei Qing glanced at Qiangzi, reached out to pick up the bottle of Arctic Ocean, put it to his mouth and bit it open with his teeth, then drank half the bottle in one breath: "It doesn't look like, you are the director, you want to keep an eye on us." There’s no need for him, I guess that’s when he’ll be passing by after get off work, right?”
Qiangzi was not convinced by Hei Qing's explanation: "Don't be careless. Wasn't Xiaoyong just arrested by that grandson a few days ago? Don't register with the police."
Hei Qing disagreed: "Don't scare yourself. Xiaoyong didn't cause any trouble last time. He didn't even see the money, so it was called stealing. Didn't the police let him go at that time?"
Seeing that Qiangzi was not too convinced, Hei Qing began to speak earnestly: "Qiangzi, let me tell you, we can walk on this road for a few months at most. When the eldest brother in my circle, Mr. Hou, comes out, we will immediately evacuate." Man, if I take you to the south to make a fortune, who has the time to play with these little brats?"
Qiangzi's eyes lit up: "Okay, I'll listen to you, but let's be careful, don't let your master entrust this matter to you."
Hei Qing was dissatisfied: "Damn! If we don't force these little brats to get money quickly, what can we eat and drink when we go to the south? Just remember one thing, don't get too close to these brats, don't miss it Our bottom line will do.”
Qiangzi stared at the figures across the road and said, "Don't worry, it can't be done!"
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