If he doesn't make it clear today, Zhang Aihua doesn't know how he will nag him.
Li Wenjun smiled at him: "Didn't there be activities organized by the Red Cross in high school before? The teacher taught us."
This statement is half true and half false.
That peeping incident caused a sensation throughout the mining area.
Because of this incident, Li Wenjun only attended high school at Zizi School for half a year before he was forced to transfer to a technical school.
If you continue to ask questions, you are deliberately exposing the scars in Li Wenjun's heart.
Zhang Aihua really changed the story: "Yes, it can still be used."
Li Wenjun helped him up: "Master, you can follow me if you want. Just move with me, then sit under the shade of the tree and watch me do it."
Zhang Aihua was about to say: "Revolution relies on self-consciousness, how can I be lazy?"
After being glanced at by Li Wenjun's cold eyes, he shut his mouth.
This kid is usually very carefree, but when he looks downcast, he has an indescribable evil spirit, which makes people feel scared.
"Master, if you save your life, you can better carry out the revolution. You'd better take it easy." Seeing that he was calmed down, Li Wenjun curled his lips, took something more, and went to check it out.
Zhang Aihua was stunned for a long time before he realized that he was a bit cowardly just now, and cursed: "You brat, your wings are stiff, and you actually taught your master a lesson."
There happened to be an eight or nine-year-old child passing by pushing a cart with a white foam box: "Mung bean ice, white sugar, white sugar ice."
The two big characters "popsicle" were written in red paint on the foam box.
Li Wenjun stopped the child and bought a five-cent white sugar popsicle and stuffed it into Zhang Aihua's hand: "Master, put this popsicle on your forehead to make it cool."
Zhang Aihua felt warm in his heart: It turns out that worrying about him is not in vain, this kid can still love others.
Li Wenjun stood on a telephone pole wearing a vest. Under the sun, his body was lean but muscular, and his body was moistened with sweat and glowing whiter.
All the lesbians passing by stopped to look.
Female Comrade A: "Young Master, please be careful."
Li Wenjun: "Don't worry, Aunt Zhang."
Female Comrade B: "Young Master, you must be tired. Come down and have a drink of water."
Li Wenjun: "No, thank you, Sister Zhao."
Female Comrade C: "Young Master is so agile."
Li Wenjun was so dizzy from the noise that he threw a short piece of wire down and said, "Look, it's very dangerous. Lesbians, please go and do your own business. Don't get so close. Be careful of tools falling and injuring you."
Women: "Oh, Master Jun is so gentle and considerate."
Zhang Aihua was sitting alone under a tree eating popsicles, looking at the telephone poles surrounded by women in the distance. He felt so sad that he cursed: "Oh, good looks are useless. The popsicles I bought are not sweet."
At noon, Li Wenjun checked all the lines and sent Zhang Aihua home.
Zhang Aihua's wife, Qiu Xiaohong, is a salesperson at a supply and marketing department store. She is fierce and outspoken.
When she saw Zhang Aihua's face was so ugly, her head started buzzing, and she scolded Li Wenjun: "You little bastard, what have you done again, to torture your master like this? He is so honest, protecting you all day long, you Why don’t you know what’s good and what’s good?”
Qiu Xiaohong's voice was so loud that Zhang Aihua's explanation voice was completely covered by him.
Li Wenjun gave Zhang Aihua a helpless look and left.
Qiu Xiaohong chased him out, leaned against the door and shouted, "Li Wenjun, come back here and tell me clearly what happened."
Zhang Aihua yelled at Qiu Xiaohong: "Shut up."
Qiu Xiaohong was so frightened that she immediately shut her mouth.
Zhang Aihua's face turned red with anger: "What are you yelling about? Have you figured out the cause and effect of the matter?"
Qiu Xiaohong's mouth tightened, and she burst into tears: "UuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuYou've never yelled on me before," she said.
Li Wenjun took out his ears, which were buzzing from Qiu Xiaohong's voice.
The roar of the lion in Hedong, the volume is terrible...
No wonder someone gets lost and always asks her to call them.
Lao Wangtou dragged a cart past him and shouted in his broken gong-like voice: "Collect the rags. Toothpaste leather and bastard shells, broken aluminum basins and old newspapers. Collect the rags."
Li Wenjun's eyes were fixed on the radio on his cart.
"Wait a minute, Comrade Lao Wang, where did you get this radio?"
Lao Wangtou rolled his eyes: "I paid fifty cents for two. It's all wood. It wouldn't be worth that much if I sold it for scrap metal. I was confused, it was too expensive."
Li Wenjun: "Let me take a look."
Lao Wangtou stared at him with cloudy eyes: "Why did you buy it?"
If it had been anyone else, he would have given it directly. But this demon king doesn't know what bad things he wants to do...
"Xiuxiu is for your own use." Li Wenjun patted his electrician's tool kit, "Anyway, you're going to sell it for scrap metal."
In fact, apart from the fact that they both carry the word "electricity", the electrician team and the electrical repairman have nothing to do with each other.
But few people in this era can tell the difference clearly.
Lao Wangtou then picked up the radio and handed it to Li Wenjun.
Li Wenjun took out a screwdriver, unscrewed the screws on the cover, and looked inside.
Very good, everything that should be there is there.
He suppressed his excitement, raised his head and asked Lao Wangtou: "Can you sell it to me for one dollar?"
"Okay." Lao Wangtou nodded hurriedly, his mung bean-sized eyes shining with excitement.
If you change hands, you will make twice as much money, and everyone will be happy if you change it.
However, he didn't know that Li Wenjun could use this to create hundreds of times more value.
Li Wenjun lowered his head and fiddled with the radio and said, "In the future, if you still have any old radios, you can bring them to me. I'll take as many as I want."
Lao Wangtou: "Do you need so much?"
Li Wenjun couldn't explain it, so he could only show the standard scoundrel expression of a 'junior commander': "I'll go around the house and listen to this and that, and you take care of me."
Lao Wangtou muttered and left.
Li Wenjun weighed the radio: That road might not be feasible in the morning. This is his second path.
Li Wenjun went back to the workshop to put things away, brought back some tools, went to the canteen to get some food, and then locked himself in his room to tinker.
Hearing the knock on the door outside, he knew it was Gu Zhanyan who had returned, and shouted outside: "The food is on the table. I've already finished it. That's your share."
It will be the anniversary of the founding of the mining area in a few days, and the children will perform. Gu Zhanyan rehearsed for the children all morning. He was exhausted and his throat was filled with smoke. I was thinking about skipping lunch, but I really didn’t have the energy to get food.
Unexpectedly, Li Wenjun took the initiative to buy it for her.
Li Wenjun didn't know where to hang out before. He didn't come back until midnight and never came back for lunch.
Gu Zhanyan stared at the food on the table in a daze for a while, took a few bites and then stopped.
Li Wenjun suddenly stuck his head out: "Have you finished eating? Don't you want to take a nap?"
Gu Zhanyan lowered his eyes: "I plan to go back to school and lie down on my desk for a while."
Li Wenjun said: "You can sleep at home. I will try to keep my voice as low as possible so as not to disturb you."
Gu Zhanyan sat still.
