On the second day of the banquet, Song Yuanchao went to Uncle Li's house and got his information from Uncle Li.

After sitting at Uncle Li's house for a while, Song Yuanchao got up and said goodbye. When he got home, he remembered that Lin Yan was not at home. She, Li Xiaoyun, Zhang Yong and the others had gone out.

Didn't you go see the new house before? Song Yuanchao handed over all the remaining decoration work of the house to Lin Yan. Lin Yan was also very interested in it. What could be better than decorating such a beautiful house to her satisfaction by herself?

What makes women happier?

In this way, Lin Yan had made an appointment with Li Xiaoyun to go shopping together today and make a large purchase. Zhang Yong, as the "flower protector" and free labor porter, naturally did his part, so Lin Yan also went out not long after Song Yuanchao left.

When he thought of this, Song Yuanchao slapped his forehead. He had actually forgotten about it. It was all because he drank too much wine yesterday. Although he was not drunk, he was a little confused at the end of the drink. He woke up this night and felt a little unresponsive.

It's awesome.

If he had known this, he wouldn't have come back. Uncle Li's house is very close to his new house, wouldn't it be better to just go there? But now that he has gone back, Song Yuanchao has to rush over there immediately.

After thinking about it, he put away the information in his hands and went downstairs to make a phone call. As soon as he arrived downstairs, he saw Zhang Hao, a little guy sitting on the opposite door with a small stool, holding his chin in one hand and tilting his head in a daze.

Looking in the direction of the alley entrance, I didn't know what I was thinking.

"Haozi! Little Haozi!" Song Yuanchao stopped and shouted to him.

But Zhang Hao didn't react at all, still maintaining his original posture. Looking at his appearance, Song Yuanchao couldn't help but laugh. Is this kid pretending to be serious? He took two steps forward and walked to him, reaching out and patting his shoulder gently.

one time.

"Ouch... you scared me, brother, when did you come back?" Zhang Hao suddenly regained consciousness and almost jumped up from the bench with his movements.

Seeing that it was Song Yuanchao, the boy breathed a sigh of relief and asked with a smile.

"I've been back for a while, what are you doing? You don't even respond when I call you."

"I'm thinking about important issues." Zhang Hao said seriously.

"Thinking about important issues?" Zhang Hao's answer made Song Yuanchao laugh. How old is this little guy? Thinking about important issues? Is it possible that he is thinking about the lofty goal of world peace or human liberation?

"Oh, an important question? What important method can you talk about?" Song Yuanchao asked with great interest.

"Don't I want to be a scientist and a pilot? I'm just thinking about this, and I'm wondering how to achieve this goal." Zhang Hao said seriously.

"You're not going to do the same as last time, are you?" Song Yuanchao suddenly remembered what happened three days ago. This guy set a trap for himself and used this reason to go around in circles for a long time to get him to buy a plane for him.

Model or something.

"Shh!" Song Yuanchao just asked, Zhang Hao's face suddenly changed, and he glanced at the door behind him in a panic, as if he was worried that the Zhang family's mother would hear him.

Shengsheng had eaten the ruler three times that day, and the palm of his hand still hurt. Zhang Hao was not stupid, and he didn't want to do it again.

Standing up, Zhang Hao pulled Song Yuanchao towards the entrance of the alley, and he breathed a sigh of relief after walking some distance away from home.

"Brother, don't yell! Grandma will beat me if she finds out about this. I have no intention of asking you for anything." Zhang Hao explained with lingering fear.

"Haha, I understand. By the way, tell me what you were thinking about just now?" Song Yuanchao asked cheerfully.

Zhang Hao thought for a while and said: "I haven't thought about the details yet, I just thought about a beginning. I think now that the goal has been set, we must work hard in that direction and not give up halfway. But it is not easy to really achieve it.

, especially since I am still a child and don’t have much money on me, so I plan to see if I can collect some scraps and sell them these days to collect some money and buy the simplest wooden airplane or something first..."

Zhang Hao explained to Song Yuanchao. He told Song Yuanchao that he had already gone to see it. The aircraft model store had a basic wooden airplane model that could be assembled and then powered by rubber bands. This model is not expensive.

, it costs 12 yuan, but the problem is that 12 yuan is nothing to Song Yuanchao, but it is a lot of money to ordinary families.

At present, the salary income of ordinary people is only about 40 yuan a month, which is almost a quarter of their monthly income.

Zhang Jianguo and his wife have made a lot of money this year, and the Zhang family's conditions are different from before. Now the Zhang family is rich, but the problem is that whether it is Zhang Jianguo, Sun Xia, or the Zhang family's aunt, they have no control over their children.

They are very strict, and they will not give money to their children casually.

Although Zhang Hao is about to enter junior high school, he has no pocket money at all every month. To be honest, children nowadays are basically like this. Food and clothing are all provided by the family. Children usually have nowhere to spend money except studying.

At best, adults buy candies for their children for 10 cents or two during holidays, which is enough to keep the children happy for several days.

So Zhang Hao wanted to buy a model airplane, but his pockets were empty and he couldn't afford it. What he said last time, Zhang Hao actually planned to find a chance to solve this problem, but who wants to steal the chicken without losing the rice? Not only did he fail to achieve his goal, but he ended up eating it

After a beating, all those little things in Zhang Hao's stomach were completely eliminated.

Although it didn't work out, Zhang Hao still didn't give up the idea of ​​buying a model aircraft, so he began to think about how to make money.

Asking the adults for sure, even Song Yuanchao, would suffer if Zhang Jianguo and his grandmother found out about his skin. But if he didn't ask the adults, where would he get the money? But Zhang Hao could only rack his brains to think about it, and finally figured it out.

One way is to raise money by selling scrap products.

Selling waste products is a common thing for children in the 1970s and 1980s, such as scrap newspapers, toothpaste rinds, etc. accumulated at home, or eating soft-shell turtles, which are the remaining shells of tortoises, drying them and selling them in pharmacies, and they can often be exchanged for a dime.

A few cents can be considered as an income.

This was Zhang Hao's idea, but even if he sold all the newspapers and toothpaste wrappers at home, the most he could get was one or two cents, which was still far from what he needed.

Therefore, Zhang Hao thought of a way, that is, to start with a nearby hospital. He was familiar with it. Because it was not far from home and he often accompanied his grandma to the hospital to dispense medicine, he knew that there was one in the backyard of the hospital.

There was a mountain of glass waste piled up in the place.

These glass waste products are all waste products after the hospital glassware is used up, such as bottles containing glucose, other large and small medicine bottles, and some damaged glass syringes, etc., all piled there like garbage.

.

The hospital disposes these things once a month, but no one takes care of them at ordinary times. Zhang Hao thinks he can get some and sell them to a nearby waste recycling station. Although the recycling price of waste glass is much lower than that of newspapers and so on.

, but the problem is that the quantity there is huge! Zhang Hao has calculated that if he buys some every day, he can probably exchange them for about 10 cents, which is three to four yuan a month. After three or four months of doing this, he can buy it by himself.

Model airplane money.

Listening to Zhang Hao's story and watching him gesturing with his hands, Song Yuanchao didn't know whether to praise him or scold him.

For a mere 12 yuan, this little guy really racked his brains, but luckily he came up with such a solution.

"You can't do this!"

"Why?" Zhang Hao, who was talking excitedly, was stunned.

"You are stealing!" Song Yuanchao said seriously.

"Stealing? How can this be stealing? They don't want these waste products in the hospital. I've asked about it a long time ago. They don't pay when they come to pick up the goods every month. The hospital sends them directly. If you pay,

It's just stealing, but if you don't give money, can it be called stealing? I'm

Help them deal with the waste. Brother, think about it, the hospital needs someone to deal with the waste? It was originally sent, right? If there are too many piles, it will also affect the hospital, right? I will deal with it for free, and I will use my labor in exchange for payment.

, what’s wrong with this?”

Zhang Hao said very seriously. It seems that he has thought about this for a long time, otherwise he would not have said these words.

"Whether you want to steal or not is not up to you. The question is, did you get the hospital's permission to take these? If you get the other party's consent, that's no problem. But if you go and get it without the other party's permission, what is this other than stealing?" Song Yuanchao said very

He said to Zhang Hao seriously, Zhang Hao is a very smart child, but after all, he is still young and mentally immature. There are some things that must be explained clearly to him.

Seeing that Zhang Hao was slightly stunned for a moment, Song Yuanchao continued: "These waste products in the hospital are not ordinary waste products. They are waste products of medical equipment, which are different from ordinary waste products. Many waste medical enterprise glass not only has residues

filled with various potions, and some syringes even had

They carry germs and viruses from patients. As a child, you are not a professional adult. Even when professional adults handle these things, they must be protected. Once your hands are contaminated with these, the bacteria may even be scratched by the glass and enter the blood.

Here, do you know what the consequences will be?"

Seeing that Zhang Hao seemed a little frightened, Song Yuanchao continued to add fuel to the fire: "If it's mild, the wound will be inflamed or suppurated. If it's serious, once it's infected with bacteria and viruses, it'll be serious. By then, your hands and feet will be rotten, and you'll have a serious problem. You'll have to lie down."

Dying in bed, it is possible to die. Xiao Haozi, you don't want to die at a young age, do you?"

Zhang Hao was so frightened that his head suddenly shook like a rattle, and his little face turned a little white at the same time.

Are you kidding? He is still young and has not lived long enough. How could he want to die?

Children are very vague about the issue of death, and they are also very afraid. When Song Yuanchao was so frightened, Zhang Hao immediately gave up the idea of ​​going to the hospital to collect waste.

"I'm not going, I'm definitely not going!" Zhang Hao said firmly, and at the same time his little face drooped. He finally thought of a good idea, but Song Yuanchao vetoed this good idea before it was implemented. Now,

What to do?

"Haozi, do you really like model airplanes?" Song Yuanchao asked, looking at Zhang Hao's frustrated look.

Zhang Hao nodded, he really liked it, otherwise he wouldn't have thought of raising money in this way.

"Okay, come with me!" Song Yuanchao said with a smile.

"Where to go?" Zhang Hao raised his head in confusion.

"Where else can we go? Let's go! Let's go to the model airplane store, and my brother will buy it for you!"
Chapter completed!