Six hundred and seventy-three Return to the black market
Uncle Zhao felt a little embarrassed to be seen, so he waved his hand to urge them to act quickly.
After everyone made a few jokes around Uncle Zhao, they all went back to get the snow clearing tools.
After a while, the sound of sweeping snow could be heard in the yard.
As time goes by, the morning sunlight gradually covers the earth, and the appearance of the courtyard gradually emerges.
The yard looked particularly fresh and clean after the snow. Although the wind was biting and cold, I couldn't understand the enthusiasm of the people in the yard.
While everyone was clearing the snow, they didn’t forget to chat a little.
"Brother, how is your snow sweeping over there?" Feng Laoliu stood at the door and shouted to Mr. Feng on the other side.
Boss Feng glanced at him and replied with a smile: "The sweep is almost finished, Lao Liu, where are you?"
"It's almost done here, but it snowed really hard last night, hiss, it's really cold today!" Feng Laoliu sighed, picked up the broom and continued to sweep the snow in front of his house.
If it hadn't snowed so heavily last night, he would have hugged his wife and curled up in the warm bed to sleep, instead of having to get up to clear the snow before dawn.
"Stop complaining and clean quickly. After cleaning, go back to the house early to warm up."
After Mr. Feng finished the last bit of work, he did not choose to help Mr. Feng. Instead, he turned his attention to Zhang Yu, who was helping Mr. Sun sweep the snow: "Xiaoyu, you go and take a rest, I'll do it."
sweep."
Zhang Yu: "It's not much. I'll finish it in a while."
In the morning, as soon as Zhang Yu took out the snow-clearing tools from the house, he was pushed aside by several brothers.
Seeing that his eldest brother and the others were clearing the snow off his roof and door, and he couldn't get involved, Zhang Yu simply ran to help Old Mrs. Sun clear the snow.
At this time, everyone had almost cleaned the door of their house. After hearing the conversation between Mr. Feng and Zhang Yu, they all came over with tools to help Mr. Sun clear the snow.
Looking at the group of children at the door, Mr. Sun's smiling eyes narrowed to a slit. As he got older, he did not go out to make trouble for the children, but made ginger syrup for the children in the house.
With the combined efforts of a group of people, the snow in front of Grandpa's door was swept away in a short time.
This is when Mr. Sun opened the door and called the "children" in his eyes to come over and drink some ginger syrup to avoid sweating and catching a cold.
Several people could not resist the kindness of Mr. Sun, so they could only go over and have a drink, and then they were allowed to leave by Mr. Sun.
As soon as Zhang Yu returned to the house, Zhao Liang came to Zhang Yu mysteriously and whispered: "Xiaoyu, are you free today?"
"What's wrong? What's the matter?" Zhang Yu asked with some confusion.
Zhao Liang: "If you have time, I will take you to a good place!"
The mystery that Zhao Liang said aroused Zhang Yu's curiosity: "Where?"
"You'll know if you follow me. It's definitely a good place."
After Zhao Liang said that, he dragged Zhang Yu out. It was the first time he saw his third brother's emotions so exposed. Zhang Yu was even more curious. He didn't know what was good about him.
"Stop holding me back, I'll just go with you." Suppressing the curiosity in his heart, Zhang Yu followed Zhao Liang and walked forward obediently.
Zhao Liang led Zhang Yu to turn left and right, and finally turned into a scrap collection station.
Before Zhang Yu had time to ask why he was brought here? Isn't there a scrap collection station near home? Why did he come all the way here? He saw a very familiar person.
Zhang Yu rubbed his eyes vigorously to make sure that he had read correctly. The other party was the man who opened the door at the scrap collection station near his home, not his brother, so he shouted out in confusion: "Uncle Qiao,
Why are you here?"
Seeing Zhang Yu, Uncle Qiao was also stunned. After reacting randomly, he explained: "My home is close to here. It happened that the person in charge of this waste collection station was transferred to another place some time ago, so I went up
I applied for transfer in person."
The fact is indeed this fact, but what Uncle Qiao did not say is that he was frightened by the last time the police came to the scrap collection station to arrest people.
He was particularly frightened when he learned that several old men had separated from him and ran into the yard to dig things.
He was pushed away that time and didn't go back in the middle. He couldn't imagine that if what those people were doing was discovered by him on the spot, they would attack him in order not to be exposed.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was possible, plus he overheard that there was a group of brothers behind these two people.
From then on, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became. The police had taken the things away, but others didn't know. What if they thought the things were in the scrapyard? What if they still wanted to dig them up?
He was old, but he couldn't bear to be frightened like this.
So after learning that the workers at the purchasing station near his home had found good opportunities and been promoted, he immediately applied to his boss for transfer.
The boss also knew about his situation, and since he was also an old employee and could not work anywhere, he readily transferred him.
Seeing Zhang Yu and Uncle Qiao chatting, Zhao Liang said cautiously: "Do you know each other?"
"I know you, third brother, don't you recognize who Uncle Qiao is?"
Seeing that Zhao Liang still looked confused, Zhang Yu reminded: "That scrap collection station near us."
At this reminder, Zhao Liang showed an expression of sudden realization. Did he remember who the other party was?
The scrap yard is a paradise for children. When he was younger, he often went to the scrap yard with a group of children to play.
Zhao Liang remembered it, and Uncle Qiao opposite him also remembered it.
He said with memories on his face: "Oh, why does it look so familiar to me? Your name is Xiao Liang, right? The group of kids I entered always called you Brother Liang."
As soon as these words came out, Zhang Yu looked at Zhao Liang in surprise.
"Brother Liang? I can't tell. Third brother, your status was quite high before."
When someone mentioned the embarrassing things he did when he was a child, Zhao Liang's face turned slightly red.
Uncle Qiao seemed not to notice, and continued to joke: "You gangsters caused me a lot of trouble back then. Sometimes I was so angry that I wanted to beat you up."
As soon as these words came out, Zhao Liang also remembered the things he had done back then, and his ears suddenly turned red.
"Haha, hahaha!" Seeing him like this, Uncle Qiao couldn't help laughing anymore.
After a long while, Uncle Qiao took into account the young man's thin skin and changed the subject: "What are you doing all the way here?"
Seeing that the two men stopped teasing him, Zhao Liang returned to his original state and said seriously: "We are going to the backyard for a visit."
Hearing Zhao Liang say he was going to the backyard, Uncle Qiao also became serious: "Buying something or selling something?"
