"A mousetrap is called a mousetrap because it can catch mice."
Li Donglai's words made Silly Zhu's brows relax, and his big eyes rolled, "You mean to find a dead mouse and put it in the trap, so that the mouse trap can be justified?"
"No, it can't be a dead rat, it must be a live rat."
"I understand, this way, the Jia family won't be able to rely on me." Silly Zhu said and was about to go find his young apprentice Ma Hua.
Then, let Ma Hua go to the cafeteria and warehouse to catch mice.
Ma Hua, this apprentice, is easy to use, unlike the fat man who always works in secret.
Well, next time I'll teach him the chef's ultimate skill.
Li Donglai looked at Sha Zhu's hurried back and murmured in his heart.
This guy throws the blame whenever there is a disagreement. He is not stupid at all. Why is he called Silly Zhu?
However, these seem to have nothing to do with you, and living your own life well is the most important thing.
As soon as Li Donglai walked to the door, Li Xiaomei opened the door and came out. Her big black and bright eyes were full of expectation: "Brother, when can I go to school?"
"Oops, I forgot because I was busy. After dinner, I will go to Teacher Yan's house to ask." Li Donglai put the medical kit on the table and opened the belt chain: "Little sister, look what good things I have brought for you.
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"Yeah, leftovers, cabbage and radish!" Li Xiaomei opened the aluminum lunch box and her eyes widened.
With these leftovers, you don’t have to cook anymore at night.
Cooking requires oil and salt.
Li Donglai changed out of his white coat and said with a smile: "Don't you always want to eat noodles? We happen to have two taels of noodles left. With these leftovers, we will be extravagant today."
"Well, it's a luxury!" Li Xiaomei swallowed. The noodles were so white that even the commune party secretary couldn't afford them.
Making noodles is very simple. Just throw the noodles into the boiling water and stir them evenly with chopsticks. When the pot boils again and the noodles float, you can fish them out.
Served with leftover cabbage and radish, it tastes delicious.
After eating, Li Donglai came to Yanbugui's house burping.
It was already sunset, and every household was busy cooking, and the air was filled with the rich aroma of vegetables.
When passing Jia's house, Li Donglai glanced subconsciously. It was dark inside the Jia's house. It seemed that the family had not returned from Chaoyang Hospital yet.
Thinking about it, Bangge has already injured the tendon of his foot, and it has been delayed for such a long time, so it cannot be easily cured.
Yanbu Gui's house is located in the front yard of a courtyard house. Under the eaves are bundles of waste paper and two pots of unnamed flowers and plants.
Before Li Dong could knock on the door, a thin girl walked out of the house.
When she saw Li Donglai, she lowered her head subconsciously, swung her braids and walked towards the central courtyard.
Dry He Yu?
Entering the house, the third aunt was clearing the table.
There are five bowls on the table, and the bowls are all clean.
There is also a plain plate with a few slices of pickled radish.
"Donglai, the third uncle is trying to find you." Yan Bugui saw Li Donglai and asked the third aunt to rush the three children into the back room to do their homework.
Then, he brought two enamel jars and poured boiled water into them.
"Teacher Yan, this is dried dandelion, which can clear away heat and detoxify. You are an educated person and often read and hurt your eyes." Li Donglai handed over a small bag of dried leaves.
Yan Bugui quickly took it.
His eyes were originally small, but now they narrowed into slits: "If you ask me, you, Li Dong, are more particular in our compound. You know the old etiquette of not being empty-handed when you come to the house for the first time."
"It's just some weeds, worthless." Li Donglai took a sip of water and asked about what he had explained yesterday, "Teacher Yan, have you asked me about my little sister's schooling?"
"I asked, they are all from the same compound, how can I not worry about it." Yan Bugui said, pushing the frame of the mirror with his hand, and pursed his lips: "It's just that the school said that Li Xiaomei has a rural household registration and is not eligible for admission.
condition."
"Is there... is there no other way?" Li Donglai's heart skipped a beat. These days, my little sister has been mumbling about wanting to go to school. How sad it would be to know this news.
The experience of two lives taught Li Donglai that there is not only one big road in this world, but also countless small roads.
Sure enough, Yan Bugui lowered his voice: "According to the regulations of the relevant departments, the Red Star Primary School of the Steel Rolling Plant can only admit children with urban registered permanent residence.
However, if you are willing to pay a campus construction fee, the school can also help you apply for student status."
Campus construction fee? Isn’t this the school selection fee for future generations?
...
Late at night, Li Donglai stared at the dark roof, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.
Although he can become a regular employee after waiting for a few months.
However, according to household registration regulations, only workers’ children can settle down with them.
Take Qin Huairu as an example. Although she married Jia Xudong and moved to the city, she still has a rural household registration and has no food source.
In other words, there is no way to solve Li Xiaomei's household registration problem for the time being.
If Li Xiaomei wants to go to Hongxing Primary School, in addition to paying tuition, she also has to pay ten yuan for campus construction fees.
Of course, considering that Yan Bugui is too shrewd.
Li Donglai decided to personally hand over the money to the principal of the school.
But where can I find these ten dollars? Should I borrow it from the master?
No, no, Li Donglai immediately gave up the idea.
If people always eat soft food, they are prone to osteoporosis, and then the spine will no longer be able to stand upright.
How about going to the Pigeon Market to have a go?
Before Li Donglai came to the capital, he often went to the commune to chat with the fat correspondent.
The little fat man's uncle is from the capital. Every time he goes to visit, his uncle will tell them about the latest news in the capital.
While attracting admiration from everyone, he smiled faintly and said, "This is nothing to people in the capital." There was a hint of arrogance unique to people in the capital on his cheeks.
Among these anecdotes, the one that impressed Li Donglai deeply was the pigeon market.
The reason why the Pigeon Market is called the Pigeon Market is because it is held in the early morning.
When the first ray of sunshine appeared on the horizon, the people in the pigeon market dispersed like pigeons.
Pigeon City is a gray area in Beijing.
Nearby farmers, ticket resellers, antique dealers, poor sellers and other various people, under the cover of night, traded the things or news they needed.
The biggest advantage of the pigeon market is that your identity will not be exposed, you can pay with one hand and deliver the goods with the same hand, and no coupons are needed. It is a good place for speculation.
Well, it’s the pigeon market!
Li Donglai slept hazily until three o'clock in the middle of the night. He quietly got up and took out a newspaper from the cabinet, and wrote two large characters on it with the help of the dim moonlight.
Then he put the newspaper in his arms and took a groping look at the back room.
On the bed in the back room, Li Xiaomei kicked off the thin quilt and exposed her two calves in the moonlight.
Li Donglai walked over and gently tucked her in, then carefully opened the door and walked out.
Even though care has been taken, the wooden door has been in disrepair for a long time, and the friction between the door shaft and the floor tiles still makes a crisp "squeaking" sound.
This sound made Li Donglai stunned. He stayed at the door for a while, until there was no sound in the room, then turned around and walked quickly towards Shengde Gate.
That's right, according to Xiaopang's uncle, the largest pigeon market in Beijing is at Shengdemen.
In these years, the capital was far less prosperous than in later generations. There were only a few main roads with street lights, and everything was pitch black.
As a barefoot doctor, Li Donglai has been walking around the countryside a lot over the years. Even if he can't see his feet clearly, he can still walk quickly.
Soon, countless fireflies appeared in the darkness in the distance. The fireflies gathered and dispersed, and kept wandering.
Li Donglai knew that the pigeon market had arrived.
Those fireflies are the flashlights that people use to illuminate the pigeon market.