Chapter 45: Phlegm Valve

Chen Zikun himself couldn't figure out why, and he answered honestly: "Professor Liu, I still can't remember what happened when I was a child."

Liu Shipei looked at the test paper over and over again, sighing regretfully: "Whose child is living in a foreign land must be heartbroken. By the way, do you have any birthmarks or something on your body? Maybe you can help you explore your life experience."

Chen Zikun took out the ceramic badge of the Resurrection Association from his close-fitting clothes, took off the jade pendant from his neck and said, "I have these two things, I don't know what Professor Liu can tell."

When Liu Shipei saw the badge of the Restoration Association, he couldn't help but feel excited. He looked carefully under the lamp for a while, then took off his glasses and looked at the jade pendant, and said, "Why didn't you take it out earlier!"

"Professor Liu, do you know the origin of this jade pendant?" Chen Zikun was also a little excited.

Liu Shipei shook his head: "The jade pendant is just an ordinary white jade with mutton fat. The word Kunwu cannot find any clues. However, this badge of the Restoration Association can make a big fuss. Principal Cai and I both came from the Restoration Association. Although I have been quitting for a long time, old friends are still everywhere in the world. Please write a letter by Principal Cai. If you go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to visit the old members of the Restoration Association, you will definitely find your parents."

Chen Zikun was overjoyed, bowed to Liu Shipei to thank him, and said, "Can I pass my Chinese grades?"

Liu Shipei smiled and said, "It's not just about passing the test, it's easy to get into any university. You don't have to waste your time here again."

"Thank you, teacher, don't bother the second master in one matter, why bother Principal Cai again? Just write a letter of introduction for me." Chen Zikun said.

Liu Shipei shook his head, "I can't do it. If you think you are a little slight person, I'll ask Principal Cai for you."

Chen Zikun naturally left happily. Liu Shipei sank his body in a rattan chair, lit a cigarette, and his thoughts returned to the turbulent era more than ten years ago...

All of them were gone, and he sighed deeply, snatched the cigarette butt, coughed a few times, took off the handkerchief, and it was bright red on it.

...

Chen Zikun came out of Liu Shipei's house and looked at the sky. It was almost time to hand over the shift, so he pulled the rickshaw back to the factory. On the way, he subconsciously slipped to the Lin House near Shifuma Street, trying to try his luck.

As soon as he stopped the rickshaw, he saw the door of Lin's house open. He came out in disappointment and pointed at the gate and cursed: "What's wrong with asking for a few drinks? This is the rule. Do you understand? If you don't give it, then let's see."

Uncle Zhang came out of it, his face flushed with anger, "Get out!"

"Old boy, are you going to challenge me? Believe it or not, I will beat you to death, the coffin pulp!" The man rolled up his sleeves and picked up a spoon-shaped object to bluff. Uncle Zhang took a few steps back and tripped by the threshold. A back-planted green onion fell in. The man burst into laughter, but before he finished laughing, he was kicked to the bottom of the wall by a flying foot from behind.

Chen Zikun cursed: "What's the point of bullying the old man?"

The kick was heavy enough, and the man couldn't get up in pain. He watched a big man come over and lift himself up. He swept his face and said four big ears, which made him look like a star and a bruised face.

After playing enough, Chen Zikun walked into the gate. He was startled when he saw it and quickly helped Uncle Zhang up: "Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you? You're so shattered. I'll take you to see the doctor."

He screamed loudly and called Lin's mother to come. When he saw that Uncle Zhang was bleeding on his head, he screamed in fear. When the woman encountered an emergency, she lost her opinion and could only let Chen Zikun carry Uncle Zhang into the rickshaw and headed towards the clinic.

I was familiar with the journey and went straight to Citi Clinic. It happened that Dr. Stanley did not come to the hospital and helped Zhang Bo clean and bandage him. He also prescribed a few tablets of medicine. The medical treatment fee was one and a half yuan, which was also provided by Chen Zikun.

Uncle Zhang was lying on the clinic bed with a snow-white bandage wrapped around his head. Chen Zikun was busy, paid the fee and took medicine, asked for another cup to deliver it to Uncle Zhang, and said with concern: "Uncle Zhang, drink water."

Uncle Zhang was crying while holding the enamel jar. The reason why he was moved was that he had never been taken care of in this considerately, and the other was that the person who took care of him was the one who looked down on him the most and looked down on Chen Zikun.

"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Chen Zikun asked carelessly.

"Xiao Chen, Uncle Zhang is sorry for you." Uncle Zhang grabbed Chen Zikun's hand and shook it hard.

Chen Zikun smiled honestly: "Uncle Zhang, what are you talking about? Aren't our man doing a good job? Besides, I'm the most shameful bullying the elderly. Don't worry, that kid can't get up for at least three days. By the way, what's that kid doing?"

Zhang Bo said: "I am a man who carries manure. I haven't been here since the New Year. The toilets at home are full of stinking. He is here today. He opens his mouth and asks for money for wine and red envelopes. I am so angry that I squeezed him a few words. This kid threatens me instead."

Chen Zikun said: "That's it."

Uncle Zhang's injury was not serious. After half an hour of observation, he left the clinic. Chen Zikun still took him back in a rickshaw.

"Xiao Chen, sit for a while and have a cup of tea. The uncle has no good tea here, and it's enough to break the pipes." Uncle Zhang enthusiastically tried to keep him. If he wanted to put it in the past, Chen Zikun must have stayed with shamelessness, but today he became extremely shy: "No, Uncle Zhang, I should go back to hand over the shift, and I'll see you back."

Looking at Chen Zikun's figure moving away, Zhang Bo sighed: "What a great young man."

After Mr. Lin returned home, he heard about this and told Uncle Zhang, "Let's change to a manure picker, even if you give me a few more money."

...

After Chen Zikun returned to the car factory, he went to the backyard to take a look. As he guessed, the cesspool in his yard was full. Fortunately, it was a cold day. If it were a day of summer, the flies would not be tens of thousands. Even so, it would not be able to bear it. The sewage was about to flow into the yard.

After finding Xue Pingshun, he smiled after hearing the whole story, "You ask me, it's a question. The manure industry in Beijing is underestimated and offended them. Don't even think of having a good idea if you are an official or a businessman."

Chen Zikun said: "A bunch of people carrying manure is so awesome?"

Xue Pingshun said: "When I was a patrolman, I dealt with them. Don't underestimate this industry. This is an industry that formed during the Kangxi period. The population of hundreds of thousands of people in Beijing is a big number. Every household's toilets, cesspools, and wild shit from horses and dogs on the streets and alleys. Who will take care of it? The government does not care about it, the patrolman does not care about it. It is the group of people who take care of it. They take out the manure and take it to the city to take out food for farmers to make profits. They used to be called manure workers, but later they became bigger, opened a manure factory and hired workers, and became a manure valve."

Chen Zikun said: "It's really 360 professions. Every profession has the top scorer. You can pick a clan even if you pick a manure."

Xue Pingshun smiled and said, "No, the big manure valve has hundreds of workers under his hands, more than a dozen manure channels, and one manure channel is a income of five or six hundred oceans. It is more profitable than driving a rickshaw truck in a car. There are many ways here, and there are dry water channels. The dry road is to carry a basket and scrape manure with a spoon on his back. The water channels help others clean the toilet and earn some tips. In addition, there are also provocations, which specialize in collecting the manure water for toilet cleaning to sell to farmers outside the city. After doing it, they can chew the grain for the whole family."

Chen Zikun was stunned when he heard this: "It's a one-stop profit, why don't we go and get the manure too."

Xue Pingshun said: "The feces in Beijing have been divided long ago. They were filled out by human lives. No one could insert them. Even the patrol officers were not good at speaking. They used to take out feces for free before. Now they not only charge money, but also have to look at people's faces. If they offend them, they will not pick up feces for your house for ten days and half a month. If you find someone else, no one dares to come. In the end, they have to beg them."

Chen Zikun now understood that Lin Zhai encountered such a slutty feces valve.

"Our house's cesspool is full. Didn't we give them red envelopes and didn't come to pay them?" Chen Zikun asked.

Xue Pingshun said: "They settle the settlement on an annual basis. The cost of our house last year has been settled. No one has come to discuss this year."

Chen Zikun understood that these people who were flipping the manure were fearless and thought that this business would ensure the harvest of drought and flood, so the scene in front of Lin’s house today was caused.

...

The next morning, Mr. Lin slipped as soon as he walked out of the door. When he got up, he saw a layer of dirty ice on the ground, and there were traces of feces. I don’t know who poured some feces and urine at his door in the middle of the night, and it froze to ice.

Mr. Lin felt insulted and furious. He stopped going to the yamen and went straight to the police station. An inspector received him. Mr. Lin handed over his film from the Ministry of Education. When he told the matter, the inspector stood at attention and sweared to say that he would strictly handle the matter.

After returning, Mr. Lin again instructed Uncle Zhang to change to someone who took out manure and make sure to solve the hygiene problem.

But when he came back from the yamen, he found another pool of shit and urine at the door of his house, and it was fresh and smelly, and he even wanted to walk.

Mr. Lin was completely furious and went to the police station to complain again. This time he was received by a young patrolman. He told Mr. Lin directly that it is inevitable that some feces and urine will be sprinkled. There is an employment relationship between the manure picker and the head of the household. If someone is unhappy to help your house, the patrolman will not be able to take care of it.

Although Mr. Lin has read a lot of books, he is not a nerd. After hearing this, he naturally understands it. When he returned to the mansion, he said that no one was willing to come to the mansion to pick up manure, saying that Houzhai Hutong is Boss Sun's manure road, and it is difficult for others to cross the boundary.

"There are really no kingly laws for these coolies." Mr. Lin was angry and helpless. The problem of the cesspool at home must be solved. Can we still take the feces out by ourselves? Even if we take the feces out by ourselves, how to deal with and transport the feces out, problems can not be solved one after another.

The doorstep was so bad that the backyard was full of feces. The wife was chattering endlessly. Uncle Zhang was still wearing a bandage on his head. Mr. Lin lamented and prepared to go to the police station again. He asked the patrol officer to come forward and talk to him, and he accepted it as much as he should.

Just as I was about to go out, I saw a man in the house. He was tall, carrying a basket and carrying a spoon on his face, covering a piece of cloth.
Chapter completed!