Silly Zhu realized that the door was bolted from the inside, and he subconsciously thought of climbing over the wall.
When he was in the countryside, he, an eighth-level chef, lost his usefulness and followed the members to do farm work every day.
Tractors are rare these days, and farm work relies entirely on the strength of a hand.
I am as tired as a dead dog every day.
What he couldn't bear even more was eating.
Life in the countryside is hard, so rice noodles and porridge are considered a good meal.
How could Shazhu, who had lived in the capital since childhood, endure it?
So, he focused on the sweet potatoes in the field.
Every night while the commune members were asleep, he would quietly climb over the wall and go to the ground to pull sweet potatoes.
Then the cat went to the ditch to make a bonfire and roast the food.
Sweet potatoes in autumn, ears of wheat in summer.
In spring and winter he dug mouse holes, caught mice and roasted them for dinner.
Over the years, I have developed the unique skill of climbing over walls.
However, looking at the glass fragments shining with cold light above, Shazhu felt a little scared.
At most, there are some cacti on the walls in rural areas. Just prick them and pull out the thorns and they will be fine.
This thing...
He looked at Banggeng's crippled hands again, and suddenly decided to give up.
He bowed down and said with a smile: "Hey, the door is bolted from the inside. Let's find a place to hang out for the night. Tomorrow I will find some MCAs and fat people to borrow some money. Let's stay in a big hotel."
Seeing Banggan's embarrassment, he quickly added: "I remember those cement tubes outside the old steel rolling mill are still there. You used to roast old hens there. How about we stay there at night?"
When Banggeng saw that the door bolt was dead, instead of being disappointed, he became excited.
The door bolt is dead, which means there is no one inside.
Then wouldn't it be possible to steal things from house to house with arrogance?
No, that's not right.
It can't be called stealing, it should be called taking.
No one can finally take it openly!
Even though all the residents have moved out, they can't move everything away. Some of the things they don't like must be left behind in the old house.
When the time comes, you can 'take' these things to the scrap station and exchange them for a sum of money.
Besides, now that the residents have moved out, they can stay here for a long time.
As long as he can establish a foothold in the capital and rely on his extraordinary skills, isn't it easy to get rich?
Maybe in a year or two, he will have more money than Wang Weidong.
Silly Zhu is really a fool, he can't even understand this.
Thinking of this, Banggeng felt that his crippled hands were a little itchy.
Well, getting rich starts by climbing over the wall. It's just that Banggeng's hands are disabled now and he can't turn it over.
This matter will still fall on Shazhu.
Banggeng rolled his eyes in a circle and looked at Silly Zhu with a smile: "Uncle Silly, after my mother was imprisoned, she asked someone to give me a letter and entrusted me and my two sisters to you, and asked you to return home. Take good care of us after the capital. Are you going to take care of us in a cement tube?"
Xiaodang and Xiaohuahua understood Banggian's thoughts best, and they both looked at Shazhu: "That's right, we also received a letter from my mother. Not only did she entrust us to you, but she also said that she would wait until she is released from prison. , will marry you."
Of course, they are all fooling Silly Zhu.
Qin Huairu was beaten every day after being imprisoned and had no chance to write letters at all.
But Silly Zhu didn’t know that. Hearing this, he was so happy that he couldn’t open his mouth from ear to ear.
He has nothing now, and no woman will marry her at all.
If he marries Qin Huairu, he is still young and may have a son, and someone will take care of him until his death.
"That can't be done. How could Uncle Sha let you live in a cement tube?" Sha Zhu decided to save his face no matter what.
He clasped his fists with both hands and moved the joints to make a "crackling" sound, then made a horse stance and said "hey ha" twice.
"Do you still remember how prestigious your silly uncle was in the courtyard back then?"
Xiao Dang pretended to applaud excitedly: "Of course I remember, silly uncle, you were the god of war in the courtyard back then. You made Xu Da Mao run away every day. Liu Guangtian and Liu Guangfu had to step aside when they saw you."
Little Sophora japonica also said that Uncle Silly was great.
Banggeng curled his lips, he no longer bothered to fool fools anymore.
Silly Zhu was immersed in the glory of the past, with a happy smile on his face.
At that time, I was protected by the deaf old lady and Yi Zhonghai.
What he does every day is cook and beat Damao.
Occasionally, I can hang out with sister Xiao Qin.
What a wonderful day.
Seeing that he was reluctant to take action, Banggeng impatiently urged: "Uncle Silly, hurry up, it will be dark later, you don't want my mother to know that you don't dare to climb the wall!"
Silly Zhu shook his head, woke up, and sighed: "Don't worry, wait until I move my fists and feet, and I will show you what it means to fly over the wall."
Then, Silly Zhu said "haha" for a while in Bangge's impatient eyes.
Finally, he gathered his hands together with his palms facing down in a motion to withdraw his strength.
"I'm going to fuck!"
I have to say that Silly Zhu is indeed a master of wall climbing. He took two steps back, rushed forward, and climbed up the wall in two or three steps.
It’s like walking on flat ground!
As for the broken glass on the wall, he was not afraid at all. A dragonfly jumped over the wall and jumped into the yard.
"Hahaha, how about it, I'm awesome... What kind of evil smoking thing inserted so many nails into the wall..."
Then, there was a burst of heart-rending screams.
Bang Jian and Xiao Dang Xiao Huahua looked at each other silently, both curling their lips with disdain on their faces.
People have moved away and are afraid of outsiders coming in, so naturally they have to take some precautions.
Such a grown up person, yet so childish.
Silly Zhu is really a fool.
"Uncle Silly, don't just complain about pain. It will be troublesome if you call the street office. Open the door quickly."
Silly Zhu in the courtyard squatted on the ground, looking at his left foot that had been pierced by steel nails, and wanted to cry without tears.
The stick was urging him so hard that he had no choice but to grit his teeth and pull his foot out of the steel nail, and then limped to the door.
The inside of the door was screwed with steel wires, and Silly Zhu opened the door easily.
Bangjian and Xiaodang Xiaohuaihua saw the door and ran in with beaming smiles.
"Brother, you are awesome. We will be the only ones here from now on. No one can bully us."
"That's right, I'm going to do big things in the future, and this is my base. Let's go look for something to eat first, and then sell all the waste in the yard tomorrow."
The three of them ran to the yard happily.
Silly Zhu closed the door and saw that the wounds on the soles of his feet were bleeding. He hurriedly held the wall with one hand and shouted to the three people:
"Bangge, wait, there's me too, hurry up and send me to the hospital."
Bangge didn't want to talk to Silly Zhu. This fool was no longer useful, so there was no need to care about him anymore.
Xiaodang took his hand and whispered in Banggeng's ear: "The most common furniture in this yard is old furniture. We can't move it. We still need Silly Zhu's help..."
When I think about it, that's really what happened.
After just turning over one house, he found that the residents had taken away all the valuable things, not even the pots and pans, and the only things that could not be taken away were the bulky old furniture.
The three of them are not the kind of people who are willing to work hard, and they really can't do it without Silly Pillar.
It's absolutely impossible to send Silly Zhu to the hospital. They don't have the money.
Banggan found two wild grasses in the flower bed, gathered them in his hands, and rubbed them vigorously.
He spat inside twice more.
He walked up to Silly Zhu and handed the black and green stuff to Silly Zhu: "Uncle Silly, this is an anti-inflammatory herbal medicine. You apply it first, and then we will figure out a solution."
Silly Zhu stared at the thing, doubtful: "Does this thing work?"
"It works, it will definitely work. You are my stupid uncle, can I still lie to you?" Bangge nodded heavily.
In fact, he didn't know what the weed was, and he didn't know if it worked or not, but as long as it was a wound, it would always heal.
Besides, he spat into it twice!
Spitting will definitely reduce inflammation.
Silly Zhu didn't know this.
He just regarded it as a folk remedy learned from others.
He sat down on the ground, took off his shoes, and applied the stuff on the wound.
Don't tell me, it feels a bit cool and refreshing.
I'm just saying, even a kid as honest as Bangge can't lie to me.
Seeing the silly smile on Silly Zhu's face, Banggan turned his head and curled his lips, then turned his head and said: "Uncle Silly, you sit here and rest for a while, we will go find something to eat and we will bring it to you later."
"Go on, go on, you are such a good boy."
Silly Zhu looked at Bangjie's back and smiled happily.
...
Bangjian, Xiaodang and Huaihua started rummaging through the residents' homes.
But although everyone's life is much better these days, they are still relatively frugal, and every household takes away food.
Fortunately, the three of them were very lucky, and their hard work paid off, and they found a few buns under the bed at Yu Qiuhua's house.
The head of the nest is covered with green hair and looks like it has been there for some time.
He Wenhui probably didn't like eating steamed buns, so he threw it under the bed when Yu Qiuhua wasn't paying attention.
The three of them peeled off the green hair on the heads of the nests and devoured them like hungry wolves.
He ran to the faucet again and drank a lot of cold water from the faucet.
After eating and drinking, the three of them found a bare bed and lay on it. They were tired after a busy day.
After lying there for a while, Little Sophora Flower whispered: "Have we forgotten Uncle Silly?"
BangGeng yawned: "Why are you so worried? Silly Zhu is such a big man, we need to help him find food!"
Xiaodang also said not to worry about Silly Zhu.
Silly Zhu, who didn't need anyone to care about him, had a growl in his stomach.
He wanted to get up and go find Banggeng and the others, but as soon as he moved, the wound on his foot began to bleed again, so he had to sit down again.
He looked at the crescent moon hanging on the treetops and murmured: "Banggen, where are you? Come and help your stupid dad..."
...
In this world, some people are happy and some are worried.
For example, Wang Weidong is in a good mood now.
In the living room on the large flat floor, there is a large round square table.
The table is specially customized and can be rotated in circles, just like in later hotels.
The lower part is driven by a motor, the food is placed on it, and when the switch is turned on, it will rotate slowly.
This way the children don't have to stand up to pick up food.
At this time, the table was full of food, and the children no longer played as usual.
Even the naughtiest Jing Jing brother and sister sat obediently on the chair, picking up the dishes carefully with serving chopsticks, for fear that they would be too strong and hit the dishes and break the discs.
This was the first time for Wang Weidong to enjoy such a quiet dinner.
After the meal, the children seemed to realize something and began to study the table.
The Jing Jing brother and sister were seen turning the disk hard, and then pulling it back. They found that the disk could still rotate as before, and they cheered immediately.
Several children took out toys from the house, placed them on the disk, and started playing with them.
Ding Qiunan brought after-dinner fruits to the children, walked to Wang Weidong who was drinking tea, and said coquettishly: "You, you, you are usually stricter with the children than anyone else, but in fact you are the closest to them. In order to let them Save your efforts and let Jiang Gong and others design this table. I really don’t know what you think.”
Wang Weidong held her plump waist, let her sit on the sofa next to her, and said, "Children should be pampered when they should be pampered, and they must be taught a lesson without mercy. But this time you guessed wrong."
"How to say?"
"This electric dining table is not a toy for children, but a new product of our factory." Wang Weidong explained in detail: "Now that our country is rich, people's lives are much better. In the past, when guests came to the house, they would Cook and eat at home.
Nowadays everyone likes to have dinner in restaurants.
There are seven or eight people at a table, and it's too troublesome to pick up the food.
Electric dining tables can solve this problem. "
Ding Qiunan was dumbfounded after hearing this, and after a long time he exclaimed: "I don't know how your brain grew up, but you actually thought of such a method."
Wang Weidong Xiaoxiong spread his hands: "There is no way, your man is just so capable."
Ding Qiunan: "Smelly!"
The two were chatting when Aunt Li walked in.
"Mr. Wang, there is a guest outside, he says he is Gu Gong's son."
Gu Gong retired soon after the establishment of the Red Star Factory.
Before leaving, he recommended his son, Gu Shan, to Wang Weidong.
Gu Shan originally worked in a factory in the south, and his position was also that of a fitter.
I was already a level 6 fitter at that time.
Later, the factory equipment was upgraded and a large number of foreign advanced equipment was introduced.
The factory believes that the type of work such as benchwork has become outdated.
So a large number of fitters began to be laid off.
Those who do not accept the dismissal will either change careers or accept a salary cut.
Like Gu Gong, Gu Shan regarded fitter as a lifelong career and was unwilling to change careers, so he had no choice but to return to the capital.
He thought that with his ability as a level 6 fitter, he could make a fortune no matter what.
Unfortunately, times have changed, and factories in Beijing have also begun upgrading equipment, and the number of fitter positions has been greatly reduced.
The only person willing to offer high wages to fitters is Wang Weidong of the Red Star Factory.
Wang Weidong has always believed that no matter how sophisticated a machine is, it cannot compare to human hands.
To make some large-scale products, mechanical equipment is indeed more cost-effective than labor due to its high efficiency.
However, technology is accumulated bit by bit, and without being passed down through generations, it is impossible to form an advantage over foreign countries.
If we completely abandon the fitters today, we will be blind when we enter the high-precision field in the future.
Therefore, Red Star Factory would rather pay high salaries to support a group of senior fitters.
For the sake of his son's future, Gu Gong, who rarely made demands, approached Wang Weidong.
After Wang Weidong tested Gu Shan's skills, he found that he had picked up another treasure.
If this dull young man is carefully cultivated, his future achievements will be no worse than those of Gu Gong.
So, not only did they offer him a high salary, but they also gave him a quota when allocating houses.
If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it.
Talent should be respected.
As soon as he entered the factory, he was assigned a house, and Gu Shan was so excited that he wanted to take it.
This late-night visit was because I listened to my wife’s advice and came to thank Wang Weidong.
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