While Zhou Wenzhong was longing for his father's beautiful wish to die, at 7:37 pm, Zhou Deming came back with a happy face and more than 20 pieces of candy without wrapping paper in the net bag in his hand.
Ma Guihong took the net bag and looked inside, frowning.
"Master, why are there so many this time?"
"How much? You know nothing, bitch! Our director has hinted in and out of words that last month's accounts couldn't be reconciled, so everyone has to show their style, so I have to make up some more."
"Why are you so happy to pay so many bills?"
"I heard from my colleagues in the unit that starting from next month, a team leader position will be added. So, can I stupidly do a loss-making business?"
"puff…………"
Zhou Wenzhong choked and spat out the stick noodles on the ground. Zhou Deming had a big complaint! Do you believe this? If you pay more dead debts, you can make progress? What is the difference between this and buying and selling an official?
?This is the 1960s! When someone finds out, he just shoots targets and forgets what happened in 1958? Is Zhou Deming so naive? He is so easy to fool.
"What’s wrong with you?"
"It's nothing, nothing... I drank too fast just now and choked on a sip."
"I haven't asked you yet, how was your day?"
"Ah, it's almost the same as yesterday."
"boom………"
Zhou Deming patted the table. Zhou Wenzhong watched the bowls and chopsticks in front of him jump. He sighed in his heart that Zhou Deming was so strong. If he patted the table a few more times, the table might collapse.
"What happened to the boss? You were fine just now. Why are you so angry?"
"Hmph! Someone came to me this afternoon to buy something. Speaking of this shameful thing, he and Madman Bai started a begging business at noon."
The three of them asked in unison: "Are you asking for food?"
Zhou Wenzhong quickly cleaned up the stick noodle porridge, wiped his mouth and said: "It's not worth mentioning, it's just doing something good for a good person. Madman Bai is sick, so I helped him with some work."
After saying that, he stood up and walked to the door of the main room. Zhou Wenzhong muttered in his heart: Hit me quickly! Lift the table! I was already at the door. As soon as I heard the sound of bowls and chopsticks falling to the floor, I started to scream, and the whole hospital meeting was held.
stand up!
When I turned around, I saw that Zhou Deming was sitting and smoking, with no intention of doing anything.
"What are you doing at the door?"
"Ah? I just want to see if the medicine pot from yesterday is still there? Where has the medicine pot gone?"
Ma Guihong said: "At noon, Master Yi's family took it away."
Zhou Wenzhong was very disappointed. Everything was not going well today. He quickly took a look at his calendar and wrote down today's date.
"What are you doing standing there? Hurry up and wash the dishes."
Zhou Deming said: "Let Wenxiu do the cleaning. You quickly put up the small pot and boil the sugar."
Zhou Wenxin was busy cleaning the hard candies at this time. He held the candies in his hands and looked at the light, as if he wanted to check out something weird.
"Dad, every piece of candy is quite clean."
"I've already checked it. Go to my room and take out the mold."
"good!"
Zhou Wenzhong looked at the four of them as if nothing had happened. The doors and windows in the main room had been closed. There was a small stainless steel pot on the coal stove on the floor. Zhou Deming poured some things into the pot, and then put the small black stick in the pot.
I also threw in the candy-like candy. At this time, I was holding a small brush and concentrating on cleaning the dust in the wooden mold.
After everything was done, the sugar in the pot also melted, and a sweet smell filled the hall, and Zhou Wenzhong also sniffed it vigorously.
"Remove the pot quickly! It will be bitter if you wait a little longer."
Ma Guihong was holding the pot in her hand, and her movements were a little panicked. She picked up the small pot and placed it gently on the ground.
Zhou Deming used a brush to stick something on the wooden mold, then picked up a piece of white paper and started cutting it.
"Come on, everyone knows how to be blind. If this had been left to the old sociology skills, they would have been beaten by the master long ago. They have no eyesight."
Zhou Wenxin tilted the small pot and poured the thick and sweet syrup into the mold. Ma Guihong took a wooden spatula and began to scrape the pot.
After finishing everything, Zhou Wenxiu put her fingers into the pot, rubbed it, and then licked her fingers. Judging from her expression, the taste should be pretty good.
Ma Guihong put the pot on the coal stove again, picked up a porcelain bowl on the dining table and started pouring water into it. After a while, "gududu..." the water boiled.
He looked at Zhou Deming who was busy and asked: "One or two?"
Zhou Deming looked at the brother and sister Zhou Wenxin and Zhou Wenxiu.
"Two, maybe."
This is really good news for Zhou Wenxiu.
Ma Guihong muttered a little, turned around and went back to the house, took out two eggs, knocked them next to the small pot, broke the eggs into the pot, scraped the egg shell with her index finger, and finally picked up the chopsticks and stirred the eggs into the pot.
of a poached egg.
There were 4 bowls placed on the dining table, one bowl was filled with whole poached eggs, two bowls were filled with egg droplets, and the remaining bowl was empty.
Zhou Wenzhong feels that his original parents can still be saved! It seems that they have also prepared for him.
Ma Guihong added some more water to the pot. The water had already boiled. It seemed that in Ma Guihong's mind, letting the water boil for a while would bring out all the sugar in the pot.
Five minutes later, Ma Guihong poured the soup with a little bit of egg drop in the small pot into the last bowl.
Zhou Deming was packing the last candy at this time. Looking at the white paper dumplings in front of him, Zhou Deming was very satisfied that his craftsmanship had not fallen behind!
He took out two paper dumplings and threw them to Zhou Wenxin and Zhou Wenxiu. Then he clapped his hands and stood up.
He gathered the remaining candies together and put them into his bag and handed them to Ma Guihong.
"Remember it clearly! Give these candies to the fecal management office. Exchange them for 4 or 5 liters of fecal stamps from the fecal management office. Then send these fecal stamps back to your parents' home and let them go to the brigade commune in the village to exchange for work points.
The last step is to go to the supply and marketing cooperative in the village and exchange the centimeters for 6 light bulb tickets and 10 kilograms of kerosene."
"Don't worry, I've been doing this job for many years."
Zhou Deming hesitated for a moment and then said: "Forget it, this year is not going well, let's exchange it for 7 light bulb tickets. The price will have to increase."
"Will this work?"
"Do you want love? At worst, you come back to me again! I'm still worried about this?"
Ma Guihong nodded and pursed her lips at the dining table.
Zhou Deming walked to the dining table and sat down, picked up the bowl with poached eggs, and finished it in a few bites.
Brother and sister Zhou Wenxin also picked up the slightly sweet egg drop soup and drank it in large gulps.
Ma Guihong put the sugar in the bedroom and walked out. She picked up the last "shabu-shabu water" and took a few sips to taste the taste. Finally, she poured the soup in the bowl to the two brothers and sisters.
Zhou Wenzhong thought: Alas...
Zhou Wenzhong shook his head and no longer paid attention to the good time of the four of them. Zhou Wenzhong returned to the bedroom and lay down. He reached into his crotch and scratched it. Then he began to rub the mud between his nails and took out the tiger bone and ginseng wine from the space.
Unscrew the bottle cap and take two sips.
Putting the bottle back into the space, he put his pillow on his arm and sang: Only with a little alcohol anesthesia can he fall asleep...
Three days have passed since the last time I helped Madman Bai beg for food.
There was no gossip on the street. For Zhou Wenzhong, this was really good news.
It was now around 11 o'clock on Saturday night. Zhou Wenzhong was lying on the bed on his side with his arms pillowed on his head. The corners of his eyes were a little moist. He stretched out his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes. He didn't understand why he was allowed to time travel.
"It's been such a hard life! All the rags I've been given during the past three days! 10 pairs of chopsticks, one sock, and two white porcelain bowls. Even the dogs shook their heads after seeing it."
After complaining, I stared into the darkness with my eyes open, hoping that time would pass faster and it would be Sunday in a few dozen minutes. This means: double reward!
"The three stick noodles and steamed buns I earned from begging for food that day have long been eaten up. There is no food in the space. I have been eating only wild vegetable dumplings for the past two days, which has burned my heart. I really can't survive anymore."
……………
"Dang Dang Dang..."
The clock in the hall rang 12 times. Zhou Wenzhong jumped out of bed in an instant, tiptoed to his brother Zhou Wenxin's bedside, and stood holding his breath for nearly 3 minutes. Zhou Wenxin's breathing was always very even, it should be
Sleeping soundly, he gently lifted the bedroom door and pulled it in, trying not to make any noise. Zhou Wenzhong ran out of the main room and went to the front yard. He stood there for nearly 10 minutes to make sure no one noticed him.
He ran quickly to the door of the courtyard, panting heavily as he ran. Zhou Wenzhong wanted to do some metaphysics today.
Panting all the way to the street outside Nanluogu Lane, Zhou Wenzhong felt a little confused when he looked at the intersection in front of him.
"Which way should I worship? Forget it! Just worship the boss."
Zhou Wenzhong stood in the middle of the intersection, looked left and right, and determined his direction even though there were no street lights.
"Alas... I have picked up this little skill again."
Zhou Wenzhong straightened his expression and said: "To burn incense, you need to burn three to five eight sticks. In this situation, five sticks of incense are enough."
First, he took out the prepared white porcelain bowl filled with loess from the space and placed it on the ground. He also took out 5 Pegasus cigarettes, took out the matches, lit them, and inserted them into the bowl.
Zhou Wenzhong took a step back and stood with his feet 2-3 inches apart.
Looking at the five burning cigarettes, he murmured something in his mouth and sang in a low voice: "The ceremony of sincere surrender, ranking in the Xuan Altar, the golden wheel goes as you wish. When the black tiger roars, all the demons in the world are frightened. Wherever the golden whip rises, all the evil deeds in the world are gone.
Hidden form. He was ordered by the Jade Emperor to manage the financial resources. He commanded the Lei Department and ordered the plague. He rewarded the good and punished the evil. He was impartial and upright. He made great compassionate wishes and inspected the altar courtyard. Zhao Tianjun of Xuantan was in charge of the world's financial resources..."
After Zhou Wenzhong finished singing, he clasped his hands in fists, held the thumb of his right hand on top of his left hand, and raised it to the level of his eyebrows. He bowed at a 90-degree angle to the white porcelain bowl, and then lowered his hands to his abdomen. After bowing, he stood up straight.
Then cover the heart with your left hand, lean over and support the ground with your right hand, kneel on the ground with your legs apart, press your left hand on the back of your right hand, cross your hands to form a "ten" shape, and kowtow on the back of your hand.
Every time he kowtowed, Zhou Wenzhong muttered: "The Grand Marshal of the Ducai Mansion."
After kowtowing three times, one bow and three kowtows are completed.
Zhou Wenzhong raised his head, covered his heart with his left hand, stood up with his right hand on the ground, stepped back half a step, bowed his head deeply, and bowed deeply in all directions of the intersection.
Finally, his legs went limp and he sat down on the ground, slapping his hands on the ground, grabbing the sand and throwing it up.
He was also crying and shouting in a low voice: "Generalissimo~~ the backward believer Zhou Wenzhong can't live anymore! Have mercy on me! Life is too difficult! Open your eyes and take a look. I know that wealth is not what I want.
It's here, it's a repairman! I'm almost starving to death, but I haven't stolen a grain of grain from the granary! I think I can still save it. Otherwise, you should take me away! I can't survive.
I'm going down, I can't live anymore..."
"Generalissimo, if you don't say anything, I'll take it as your promise! Thank you! Thank you!"
About 2 minutes later, the cigarette was burned out. Zhou Wenzhong looked at the ashes, nodded with satisfaction, put the white porcelain bowl back into the space, and ran towards the courtyard under the moonlight.