Zhou Wenzhong raised his hand to the big guy, bent down, turned over the small gong, and placed it in the center of the field. He winked at Ma Erbao without leaving any trace, indicating that it's your turn! Finally, he pushed everyone away,
Go outside the venue and watch.
As soon as Ma Erbao was about to throw money into the gong, some kind-hearted uncles and aunties walked over first, took out money from their pockets and threw it in. Either 1 cent, or 2 cents, or...
1 cent, or half a black steamed bun with sorghum noodles, or a steamed bun with stick noodles, was placed in the gong without hesitation, and the kind people who had already given the money lined up and walked to Crazy Bai and squatted before him.
Standing next to him, he cheered Madman Bai on.
Madman Bai turned his head and looked at the many supplies in the gong. He lay on the ground and raised his chest, panting heavily and shaking hands with everyone.
"No...I can't have it."
"Take it!"
"Yes, you must accept it! Even a young man can donate his own food rations. What is wrong with us grown men?"
"Well said! I have 10 cents here, but that's all! Today I'm going to let you see what a man in the capital is and what a situation is! Take it!"
Zhou Wenzhong pushed Ma Erbao from behind and frowned.
"What are you stunned for? Go quickly!"
Ma Erbao sighed, walked away from everyone and walked to the venue and said: "How can you talk about the situation with only 1 cent? Do you want to compete with the men of our younger generation? What do you mean by being a young man? I'll let you take a look at what talent you have.
He is a real man from the capital! He still dislikes us for being young? We have made little contribution? Are you comparing yourself to me?"
After finishing speaking, he took out the 2 cents given by Zhou Wenzhong from his pocket, held it up high, walked around the venue to signal, then gently placed it in front of Madman Bai, raising his eyebrows at everyone, doing this provocative gesture.
What a pity! Ma Erbao's actions did not make the uncles and aunts get emotional.
Half an hour had passed since the gong was struck, and the grain depot had already begun to prepare for the afternoon work. Zhang Xiufang leaned against the wall, curled her lips after watching the scene, and turned back to work in the grain depot.
Seeing that everyone was leaving one after another, Zhou Wenzhong picked up the erhu and sang "Desire" again.
This time, after waiting for another 20 minutes, some people stopped to listen, but no longer paid money into the gong. Zhou Wenzhong naturally could not do a loss-making business, so he quickly helped Madman Bai up from the ground.
"Uncle Bai, where do you live? Let me help you go back and have a rest."
"Ah? No trouble, young man."
Zhou Wenzhong whispered in his ear: "Hurry up and leave! Do you still want to keep the money for yourself? There are so many people watching. If something goes wrong, the police will come over soon. Let us leave as soon as possible. Next time
Do it again.”
After the exchange with Madman Bai, he turned around and asked loudly: "Uncle Bai! I'd better help you go home first. It's too cold! It's okay for you to lie down here. Where is your home? I'll take you home.
Are you going home?"
"Ah? Okay. Thank you, little comrade."
Zhou Wenzhong raised his head and said to Ma Erbao: "Comrade, are you free? Let's help Mr. Bai back together. It's cold and freezing, and I'm weak. Can we help each other?"
"Ah? Oh! OK, OK, I'm free."
"Thank you, comrade. Please help clean up the old gentleman's affairs. I'm holding the old gentleman's hand, thank you."
"Okay, you're welcome."
While Ma Erbao was busy over there, Zhou Wenzhong stepped on the wooden board on the ground and rubbed it hard.
"Stab it... sting it..."
He bent down and lifted up the corner of the wooden board, and took a quick look. The text on the back of the wooden board that said he came to Beijing to seek relatives was already blurry. He nodded with satisfaction.
"Uncle Bai, please greet me a little better. Can you walk?"
Madman Bai held Zhou Wenzhong's shoulders and head, pretending to take two trembling steps.
"My legs and feet are fine and I can walk home. I won't bother you two little comrades to see me off."
Zhou Wenzhong smiled and said to him in a low voice: "Huh? Do you still want to take advantage of others? Do you want to try the knife in my arms to see if it is sharp?"
Madman Bai quickly smiled to ease his embarrassment.
"No way! Don't talk nonsense. You just said that we are a team and we need to be united."
"Well, this is ridiculous! Besides, where are we today? We have to create the next myth. Take us both away quickly. Back to your home."
"This...this is okay."
"Uncle! Don't be polite to us two anymore! We will help you go back."
Madman Bai smiled at the onlookers and patted Zhou Wenzhong's hand gently.
"Thank you two little comrades."
"You're welcome! This is what we should do."
Ma Erbao had packed up everything and walked over with a wad of money in his hand, including several bills.
Crazy Bai grabbed all the money and put it in the inner pocket of his cotton-padded jacket. The two of them looked like they were half dead on the ground just now.
Ma Erbao came over and said coquettishly: "I have already made a record just now, and I know everything in my heart."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his finger and tapped his head. This action left Madman Bai speechless.
The two of them supported Madman Bai and followed his instructions as they walked towards the main road.
In about 15 minutes, the three people came to a temple. Zhou Wenzhong wandered around the temple. This temple was: a courtyard covering an area of about 1 acre. It was divided into 4 main halls. Some things had long been chopped into pieces.
The firewood was completely burned. Even the outer wooden fence and the gate were demolished. The most important thing was that there was not even a plaque left above the head at the entrance.
More than ten years ago, the land around this temple was all cultivated land of the temple. In addition, a group of people came here in the past two years to look for metal products. This set of processes led to this situation.
If nothing else, the land ownership here belongs to the sub-district office. Don’t underestimate the rights of the sub-district office. There are 40,000 households in a street. How many residents are there in each household?
Looking up along the pillars in the room, judging from the traces of smoke on the beams, the incense in this temple was not very strong in the past.
In the corner of the house, Madman Bai built a small bed with bricks, wooden boards, and hay, and there was a pot on the ground.
"Do you usually live here?"
Madman Bai freed his arm from Ma Erbao's hand, picked up his "equipment" and inspected them one by one, and finally placed them neatly on the bed.
"It would be nice to have a place to live, and no one is taking care of it anyway."
After Madman Bai finished speaking, he added: "I have windows here. How can other homeless people live as comfortably as I do?"
"Won't the street office kick you out?"
"They chased me away several times. When they walked away, I came back. After going back and forth so many times, no one chased me away anymore."
Zhou Wenzhong nodded after hearing this. He is indeed an old fritter.
This temple is in a good location. There are no residents in the front, rear, left or right. It is all open space. The main entrance is right on the road. The most important thing is: across the road is Ditan Park.
"Brother Zhong, let's divide the money. The total is 3 yuan, 7 cents and 2 cents. If we delay for a while longer, we will be late to go back to work, and we will be criticized if we don't do it properly."
Zhou Wenzhong walked to Madman Bai and sat on his bed.
"Hurry up and hand over the money. It's all counted."
Madman Bai hesitated for a moment, sighed, and took out the money and tickets.
"The two cents are my capital, and this vegetable dumpling is also my bait, so I have to take it back first."
The two nodded, this is as it should be!
Zhou Wenzhong held the remaining 3 yuan, 50 cents and 2 cents in his hand and said: "You take 30%, and after you round it up, I will give you 1 yuan. If it is more, I will take care of you, okay?"
Madman Bai lowered his head and pinched his fingers and began to calculate. Before the calculation was finished, Zhou Wenzhong had already put 1 yuan in his hand. At this time, he could no longer care about the money, the ticket was the most important thing.
"The food stamps haven't been divided yet!"
Zhou Wenzhong lit a cigarette and waved the ticket in his hand.
"What ticket?"
"They gave me 1 and a half kilograms of local food stamps. They gave me 30%, which is exactly half a kilogram!"
"Oh? Really? We only talked about splitting money before, when did we talk about splitting votes? You are the same person! Why didn't you bring it up earlier? Aren't you creating a split within the team? Crazy white man! Your problem is very serious.
!But, let’s forget it this time, it won’t be the same next time!”
He reached out and patted Madman Bai on the shoulder, and greeted Ma Erbao to prepare to leave.
"You kid! Don't expect to use my dick for anything in the future!"
Zhou Wenzhong said to Ma Erbao: "Listen! How long has our team been established? There is a problem! Some people just can't figure out their position. Who are they? I won't name and criticize here. In everyone's heart
They all count.”
As if he had thought of something, Zhou Wenzhong stopped, walked back to Madman Bai, reached out and snatched the cloth bag from his hand.
"I'm just here to share the money, but I haven't even shared the cornbread given to me yet."
In the cloth pocket were 4 sorghum flour steamed buns, 1 corn flour steamed buns, 3 corn flour steamed buns, and 1 double-faced steamed buns given by kindhearted people.
"Ma Erbao! Who gave you the Erhe Noodle Steamed Bun just now?"
"I didn't pay attention to what it looked like."
"Sigh... kind-hearted people from such a wealthy family must record it carefully next time. Good people are rare these days!"
Ma Erbao nodded, Zhou Wenzhong left three stick noodle buns, wrapped a cloth bag around his hand, picked up the thin board, and threw to Madman Bai a half-a-catty food stamp.
"I'm not giving this to you for free. Tomorrow you can stay quiet for a day, cool down the street, and see if there are any gossips that are not conducive to the three of us. Can you understand what I mean?"
Madman Bai was holding the food stamps and laughing so hard that his back teeth almost popped out.
"I understand! I just said I was going to see a doctor. I took a look at it by the way."
"Well, the reason why I gave you half a catty of food stamps is because the important core concept of our team is to take care of the elderly. We are leaving, so you can rest."
"Okay, okay..."
Zhou Wenzhong put his arm around Ma Erbao's shoulders, walked out of the temple, and walked toward the grain station.
"In our team, the person I trust the most is you."
"Brother Zhong...I..."
After the family card comes the emotional card.
Zhou Wenzhong hugged his shoulders tightly and said: "Hey, don't be polite to me, our team can be without anyone, but we can't be without you. Don't take yourself too lightly, work hard in the future, let's just say today
This time at noon, look at how much you earned! Think about what life will be like in the future? So let’s just say! Work harder.”
Player Ma Erbao hit his chest twice with his fist.
"Don't worry, brother Zhong. I will follow you and work hard from now on. I will definitely eat white flour steamed buns as soon as possible."
"Good morning? I'll let you eat fine food today, come on."
Zhou Wenzhong stopped, reached into his pocket, took out the two-faced steamed bun, and stuffed it into his hand.
Ma Erbao held the steamed bun in his hand and smelled it, tears streaming down his face.
"Why don't you eat?"
"Brother Zhong, my mother is not in good health. I will take it home after I finish work in the evening and let my mother eat it."
Zhou Wenzhong patted him on the shoulder and said with some emotion: "Brother forgot to mention something just now, you are still a filial person! From you, I can already see the shadow of my original brother."
"Brother Zhong...I..."
Zhou Wenzhong took out the remaining 2 yuan, 50 cents and 2 cents, keeping only one yuan for himself, and gave the rest to Ma Erbao.
"Brother...this is...this..."
"Stop stammering and take the money to give your mother medical treatment. Don't tell Madman Bai about this, otherwise he will make trouble again. Put it away quickly. Oh, by the way, I'll give you two more sorghum noodles."
steamed buns."
Ma Erbao was holding the grains, his eyes had formed a layer of mist, no one had ever cared about him so much, his Adam's apple was beating up and down and he couldn't help but choke.
Zhou Wenzhong reached out and wiped the corners of Ma Erbao's eyes.
"You're like a bitch, go away quickly, don't let anyone laugh at you."
After working hard for more than an hour, I earned 1 yuan! The price is equivalent to 3 kilograms of food stamps. It’s a great harvest! (The price of food stamps has increased. In the stable period, the price was 2 cents per catty of local food stamps. Now it is
The special period has just begun,)
It didn't take long for the two of them to return to the grain depot, but the people around them looked at them with a sense of schadenfreude in addition to smiles.
It's embarrassing to beg for food! It's understandable to make people laugh, but to take pleasure in others' misfortune? Is it because you're late?