Chapter Sixteen Song Haiyang: I'm so happy, another day of being beaten
For the first time, everyone felt deep sympathy for this little bully.
Who could hit him with a sweet potato in broad daylight?
Yesterday he was hit with a tomato, and today he was hit with a sweet potato. Some people can't stand Song Haiyang and this bunch of street kids, and want to deal with them?
Song Haiyang's family was well off, and he had been naughty and mischievous since he was a child. His father whipped him with a belt in the street, and he even passed out without saying a word to beg for mercy.
But having said that, it's okay for his father to beat him, but it's not okay for others to beat him.
Someone on the street helped him pick up his motorcycle and said, "Go to the clinic and bandage it."
Song Haiyang stretched his head and stared for a long time before he dared to come out. He was really angry when he saw the motorcycle which was smashed by sweet potatoes.
Who, who was so stuffed that he kept hitting him?
Annoyed, he searched for the sweet potato on the street for a while but couldn't figure out where the flying sweet potatoes were. He had to ride his motorcycle, go to the clinic to have his head bandaged, and then went to the post and telecommunications office to pick up the afternoon's mail.
The leader said: "You hurt your head. Go home and rest. It won't be a problem if you send the letter a day late."
"How can that be done? People are in a hurry to get a letter. If I don't deliver it, I will be scolded." Song Haiyang put the letter in a mail bag and hung it on both sides of the motorcycle.
"Yangyang, we have a mail truck. It's safer for you to deliver the mail by bicycle."
Looking around the country, who is the postman who does not deliver letters on a postal bicycle? Only Song Haiyang insists on riding a motorcycle to deliver letters.
"I don't ride a bicycle." Motorcycles are so powerful, can bicycles compare?
The leader watched him carrying the mail bag and riding away on a motorcycle, and said with a smile: "This kid."
He has been sending letters for the past two years and has never lost any mail.
Xu Zishan carried the vegetables back home. His father and two younger brothers were both at home. The lunch in the rural school was the same as that in the production team, and classes started at two o'clock in the afternoon.
Xu Yingjie asked: "Where is your mother?"
Xu Zishan put down the dishes and said: "She is still taking over the work, and some of them are in a hurry. I will come back to cook, and I will give some to mom later."
Xu Yingjie's face showed helplessness, Xu Zishan said: "Dad, don't worry, it will take a hundred days to break your muscles and bones, take good care of yourself, and then go back to work after you recover."
Xu Yingjie said to his two sons: "You help your sister light the fire. Your sister doesn't know how to cook the stove."
"Today you can try my craftsmanship!" She has seen many business activities and is most familiar with dishes. She can make flowers even from vegetarian dishes.
Several people were talking, and the bicycle bells dinged outside the gate. Hao Jianjun was back.
"You haven't cooked yet?" He set up his bicycle and walked towards Xu's house carrying a net bag, two enamel jars of leftovers, and four or five steamed buns.
Xu Mingxu swooped into the house, scurrying faster than a mouse.
Xu Zishan keenly noticed that Xu Mingshe's mood was not right. To be honest, she didn't like picking up other people's leftovers. Even if there was meat in it, she would not be able to accept it.
Her mother in her previous life had been around her all her life, and she had never endured hardship at all. Later, she became the director of the CEO's office and lived a petty bourgeoisie life.
In the past few days since she came to Xipu Town, the Xu family has treated her well and fed her well, and she has been given delicious food by the system, so she resists the leftovers given by others.
But Xu Yingjie was very happy. How many people were hungry? Hao Jianjun could bring meat, vegetables and steamed buns. He was a good neighbor. It was too late to be grateful. How could he dislike it?
"Brother brought food again? I'm so sorry!"
"It's okay. Anyway, there is too much food in the cafeteria, so if you don't eat it, it will be a waste." Hao Jianjun put the things down and said, "Shanshan, your dad's legs and feet are bad and it is inconvenient to cook, so let's eat something!"
He smiled naturally, spoke beautifully, and even braved the sun to deliver food to a neighbor on a hot day. Everyone had to be grateful.
Grandma Hu came to see what Hao Jianjun had brought, and said with envy: "This steamed bun has really good hair, thick and white."
Xu Zishan looked at Xu Mingxuan. Although the latter was also saying "Thank you, Uncle Hao", his low self-esteem at the hands of others made him look ashamed.
There has been a saying in China since ancient times: If you starve to death without eating what comes to you, it is not to be arrogant, but to not have your spine broken by stepping on it. Otherwise, you will not be able to stand straight no matter how you stand in this life.
Thinking of her little brother who was stuck inside and couldn't come out, she always felt that something was going on inside.
"Uncle Hao, thank you! Good neighbor, Sai Jinbao, you take care of our family. My parents have told me, you are such a warm-hearted person!"
She gave the gift with a high hat sincerely, "It's too hot, and the station is busy with business. Please don't come back to deliver food to my house in the future. I know how to cook, and I will cook lunch for my father and brother in the future."
The implication is, don't send leftovers in the future, we don't need them.
Hao Jianjun smiled and said, "Okay! It's getting hotter and hotter, and I want to take a nap at noon. I won't come back to deliver food in the future."
Grandma Hu actually wanted to take advantage, but everyone in the yard knew that the Xu family was in trouble. Hao Jianjun helped the Xu family and everyone could understand. Grandma Hu's son was an official in the city, so he really couldn't ask others to bring food.
Seeing Grandma Hu's unconcealable envy, Xu Zishan took the leftovers from the two enamel jars and said to Grandma Hu: "Grandma Hu, don't cook alone at home. If you want these meals, just make do with them."
Bar."
Grandma Hu was immediately happy and pretended to refuse, saying, "Hao Jianjun gave this to you. I would be so embarrassed to take it!"
"What's the shame? It's not like I bought it with money. Take these if you need them."
Grandma Hu happily took away an enamel jar of leftovers and two steamed buns.
After Grandma Hu and Hao Jianjun had left, Xu Mingshe also came out of the room, lowered his head and walked out.
"What are you doing?" Xu Yingjie shouted, "Help your sister light the fire."
Xu Mingxu didn't say anything and just walked out with a gloomy face.
"Are you deaf? Don't eat today. Hungry for three meals to see if you are still angry!" Xu Yingjie was very angry at Xu Mingxu's deafness. If he could stand up, he would beat him with a stick.
Xu Zishan watched Xu Mingshe walk out as if there was no one around, and shouted in a medium voice: "Little brother!"
Xu Mingxuan stopped, his face gloomy.
"Can you help me get rid of these leftovers? My sister has a problem. She doesn't like to eat other people's leftovers."
When Xu Mingxuan heard her words, he raised his eyes and looked at his sister.
Her eyes were calm, clear and cold. She was obviously expressionless, but he could read the majestic and inviolable aura.
"good."
Xu Mingxuan came back, rudely picked up the remaining food in an enamel jar and a few remaining steamed buns, turned around and went out.
Xu Zishan gritted his teeth when he felt him leaving.
Xu Yingjie suddenly became anxious: "Shanshan, why did you ask him to get rid of it? Your Uncle Hao specially brought this back. I opened the lid and looked at it, and there was a lot of meat inside."
Xu Zishan carefully opened the door ajar and said to Xu Yingjie with a smile: "Dad, I don't like eating other people's leftovers. Aren't you angry? Do I have a lot of problems?"
Seeing his daughter's coquettish tone, Xu Yingjie immediately softened his heart and said, "You live a good life in Baodu City, and you will definitely not eat leftovers. Dad can understand, so how can I blame you!"
"No, Dad, we also eat leftovers, but they are not donated by others. Thank you Dad for your understanding. You know that Dad is soft-hearted and loves his children the most."
Xu Zishan's tall hats were handed out one after another. They looked so good and natural that Xu Yingjie could not even utter any words of reproach.
Xu Mingxuan glanced at her several times. He always felt that this sister was not telling the truth.
He had seen it just now when she asked her younger brother to throw away the food. Her eyes were very cold at that time, like that of a senior cadre.