When I returned to the Shapotou courtyard, I was always careful on the way, fearing that someone would follow me.
When he saw me again after a few days, Dou Sprout hugged me excitedly.
"Where are you going!"
"Fengzi, you scared me to death, you know?
"I fucking thought you were buried alive!"
Hearing the sound, Xiaoxuan ran over quickly. I saw her eyes were red, she must have cried.
"What's wrong with you two? Am I not dead?"
I spread my hands and smiled bitterly.
"Don't talk about it yet. Please tell me if you have anything to eat. I'm starving."
Half an hour later.
Xiaoxuan was lying on the table, her chin resting on her arm, her big eyes unblinking as she watched me eat, the same as Bean Sprouts.
I ate the leftover rice and cooked three big teapots in a row, then burped and said, "Brother Zhiyuan is in trouble. If it weren't for good luck, I would have almost died this time."
I focused on my experiences over the past two days.
After hearing this, Xiaoxuan's face was full of disbelief, and she said with heartache: "My...my money."
I sighed helplessly: "It's all in vain."
Douyazai banged the table: "Fuck! Gangzi is dead, Sixth Brother is undercover, Zhiyuan Brother is arrogant, Azanabi is full of evil, Jin Laoer actually faked his death! It's a mess, this is a fight
Tunnel battle!"
"It's not easy, Fengzi, you fooled Jin Laogou again this time, so he won't be able to chop us with a knife?" Douyazai asked worriedly.
I said I didn't mean to fool him, it was destiny. I'm afraid this place won't be safe anymore. It's just for a day or two. Let's move as soon as possible.
"I'm still moving." Xiaoxuan said reluctantly, "I just live in one place and I feel emotional, so I'm moving again."
I shook my head and said: "For safety's sake, we have to move. No one can protect us right now. Brother Zhiyuan is now a lost dog and is being chased. He and Aunt Xiaoxia can't even protect themselves. Listen to me this time and deal with it quickly."
Something, as soon as possible."
At present, the Jinfenghuang family is the only one and the biggest winner. We, the defeated forces, can only shrink back and wait for opportunities.
I thought about going back to Alxa to live in the mines, but after thinking about it, I still think it’s not possible.
Don’t forget, the meeting place that Uncle Liao and I agreed upon was in Yinchuan. We kept saying it again and again and again and again and again and again. Every time something happened, I was always chased away and it was too cowardly. I plan to stay in Yinchuan after moving this time! Wait for Uncle Liao.
, wait for the boss!
Come and have some darkness under the lamp! Jin Feng Huang is powerful, but he is also a human being, not a god.
When you go out and rely on friends, you can realize the importance of having local friends. Last time at Baohu Park, it proved that Lao Wen can be trusted.
That evening, Lao Wen and I met secretly at the north gate of Shapotou Park.
Lao Wen saved some money and now has a mobile phone.
Sitting on a lounge chair in the park, Lao Wen pretended to look at his mobile phone and whispered without raising his head: "Boss, why are you in trouble again? Do you want to run away or change homes?"
I turned my back to Lao Wen, looked at the passers-by and said: "We have lived here in Shapotou for a long time. We can't leave Yinchuan at the moment, so we need to find a new place to stay. Jin Fenghuang will definitely
They want to find me, so I can’t be too public. You can’t stay in hotels, hotels, or densely populated communities, it’s troublesome.”
After a few seconds, Lao Wen's voice came from behind.
"No problem, don't worry. Not even a mouse can be found in the place I'm looking for for you this time, let alone Jin. Remember, we'll meet here again. It won't be bright tomorrow morning. I'll drive a three-wheeler around 4 o'clock.
Come and get you."
"Also." Lao Wen suddenly paused and whispered to me in a mysterious tone: "Boss, there will be a surprise tomorrow. Don't be scared when you arrive."
"Surprise? What do you mean?"
"Can't say now."
Lao Wen left these words, then pretended not to recognize me, clapped his hands and left.
Early next morning.
It's still dark here in Shapotou, so the three of us were standing at the north gate of the park carrying three large bags of luggage.
"It's cold."
Dou Sprout put his luggage bag at his feet and rubbed his hands back and forth.
Xiaoxuan wrapped her mouth with a scarf and said, "We're not in the house. It's frosty. How can we not be cold? I asked you to wear thicker clothes but you didn't listen."
I looked down at my phone and saw 4:06.
"Come on, come on, let's see if that's the one!"
Xiaoxuan spotted an electric three-wheeled scooter in the distance, heading this way with its headlights on.
When I got closer, I saw it was Lao Wen. He was quite punctual.
"Reverse, please pay attention."
"Reverse, please pay attention."
Lao Wen reversed the car and turned around. He turned around and shouted to us to get in the car quickly.
This time I ran far, and I saw that Lao Wen was stepping on a large battery, which I guessed was fully charged.
After putting our luggage away, we sat cross-legged on the car. Lao Wen asked if we were okay, turned the switch and drove off.
We set off at 4 o'clock. The road is not very close. Thanks to the durability of the two large batteries in Laowen's car, we can just reach the place.
As for the landmark buildings on the road, I only remember the Post and Telecommunications Building.
Finally, Lao Wen took us to a large shanty town with low buildings.
After getting out of the car, Lao Wen pointed to the large area of dilapidated low houses and introduced: "That's the last Spider Alley in Yinchuan. This used to be the old city, and there were such dense low houses everywhere. There was one every few houses.
The alleys, seen from mid-air, look like spider webs extending in all directions, so the old Yinchuan people call them Spider Alleys.”
Lao Wen looked nostalgic and recalled: "I used to go to school when I was a child. The older children always told me that there is a small alley hidden in the deepest part of Spider Alley. As long as you find this alley and walk in, you can come out from the other end.
You can go directly to the largest amusement park in Beijing, where there are dinosaurs eating children.”
Looking at the place that looked like a ruined house in front of him, Douyazai frowned and asked: "There is no water or electricity in this place. Is there anyone still living here? I don't feel very safe. I might as well go to the mine."
The old man was stunned and said, where is the mine? Is there such a place in Yinchuan?
The abandoned mine stronghold is our secret, and we don’t dare to say it casually. I quickly changed the subject and said: "I will just follow your arrangements, Old Wen."
Lao Wen nodded and answered Dou Sprout's question.
He said: "There is no water or electricity in Spider Alley now. It was announced many years ago that it will be demolished but has not been done yet. There are indeed several families in it. A friend of mine still lives in it. Also, when I said to keep your place safe, I didn't mean to make it safe.
You live in a shabby house in Spider Lane with no water or electricity. I have my own arrangements, so come with me."
The terrain of Spider Alley in the demolition area is complex. It was like a fixed-point radar was installed in Lao Wen’s head. Good guy, he led us to turn left and right, and walked around. The ground in several small alleys was wet, and broken bricks and tiles were everywhere.
There is nowhere for people to stop when passing by.
After walking for almost half an hour, which made me feel dizzy, Lao Wen finally stopped next to a wastewater pond.
There is a lot accumulated in the pool It rains in summer and the water is stagnant, black and smelly, with a layer of green stuff floating on the water.
Directly behind the wastewater pool is a small courtyard. The courtyard wall has collapsed, and a large number of bricks are scattered on the ground covered with moss. It seems that the two broken wooden doors are useless.
We were carrying our luggage, and Lao Wen led us in directly through the collapsed wall without going through the door.
As soon as I came in, I saw a middle-aged man in the courtyard. This man was in his forties. He was wearing a blue tattered cotton-padded jacket before winter arrived. His hair was dirty, greasy, and tied into braids.
"Here we come." The man greeted Lao Wen.
Lao Wen smiled and said: "Let me introduce, this is my middle school classmate, Lao Ge, Ge Daming. Although Lao Ge is not doing well now, he was also a wealthy family in the first ten years, known as the king of rags in the northwest, and Ma Weidu in Yinchuan.
"
"Where, where," the man waved his hands sheepishly and said with a smile, "It's all over, it's over."
The collector Mr. Ma was already well-known in the industry at this time, but color TVs and self-media had not yet become popular, so he was not as famous as he is now. Because he established the first private museum in the country, he was indeed famous in the industry.
This guy is quite interesting, let me talk about him.
Lao Ge was just nicknamed that, but in fact he had no connection with Mr. Ma at all.
In the early 1990s, Yinchuan began to demolish Spider Alley on a large scale. The demolition was rapid and the construction was slow. The old houses were demolished and the construction of the new planned buildings had not yet started. However, that period became the happiest time for young people and children.
After school, junior high school students would go to the ruins of old houses and look through them. Sometimes they would be very happy when they found scrap metal that the residents had not taken away, because they could sell it for pocket money. Lao Ge was also keen on this trip.
, he was one of the first batch of garbage pickers.
Lao Ge was picking up rubbish. The first pot of gold was a jar of ancient silver ingots found in the earthen wall of the No. 15 Middle School that was demolished at that time. The ingots were silver ingots with a few stamps on them. They were made in Yantai in the 25th year of Guangxu's reign.
For ten taels of official silver, there were eighteen in a large jar. Lao Ge sold each for 850, which was more than 10,000 yuan, and he went from a poor boy to a household worth 10,000 yuan.
Later, whenever I heard that a shabby house somewhere in Spider Lane was to be demolished, Lao Ge was always the first to arrive. His garbage-picking business was successful every time. Lao Ge picked up official kiln bowls, copper Ruyi, ancient Buddha statues, old calligraphy and paintings, etc.
But no matter who it was from, he picked it up, put it in a sack and ran away. His luck was incredible.
Slowly as time went by.
He was nicknamed the "King of Rags in the Northwest" and "Ma Weidu of Yinchuan".
