Zhou Wenzhong saw Xu Damao leaving at the gate and walked over quickly.
"Third aunt, are you okay?"
The third aunt raised her head and glanced at Zhou Wenzhong, then lowered her head without saying a word.
"Third aunt, we have to go on with our family life. You can't fall down first. Brother Jie Cheng and the others have to rely on you to make decisions. If it doesn't work, let me help you think of a way. Even if this matter
Speaking of going to the end of the world, it also happened in the courtyard. Due to circumstances and reasons, he should stand up and help, regardless of whether he ignores it or not!"
The third aunt said weakly: "We have already sent people to look for her."
"Hey, that's fine. That's fine. I'll get you a glass of water."
"No trouble, you can go home and have a rest."
"Okay, you must hold on. I believe it won't be long before my third uncle comes back."
After a few words of encouragement to the third aunt, Zhou Wenzhong returned to his bedroom, tore off the newspaper on the wall, and mixed the sticky paste in his hands to glue it on layer by layer until he finally made a small cardboard box.
"This is such a broken space. It can't even pass through a wooden board. It can only pass through the thickness of a porcelain bowl at most. I have to touch it with my skin before it can be retracted or retracted."
Zhou Wenzhong took out the small wooden stick placed in the coal stove and used the burned parts to write on the carton: Love donation.
"What a word, what a word!"
After the narcissism was over, Zhou Wenzhong opened the drawer and broke four pencils with force. Then he took out a knife and started sharpening pencils and cutting the writing pads.
"His uncle, you are finally back!"
The third aunt stood up shakily from the bench, walked up to Yi Zhonghai in two steps, and grabbed Yi Zhonghai's forearm with both hands.
"Xie Cheng, why are you still standing there stupidly? Hurry up and help me!"
"Yes Yes."
"Master Yi, please save our Lao Yan quickly. He was taken away by the police. It happened this morning."
"Let's talk inside the house first. You were so flustered just now that you didn't tell me clearly. What's wrong with Lao Yan? I'm freeing you to call your eldest mother over. I'm looking at your mother. She's too worried. Come on.
Click here! Let your aunt bring the heart-saving pills from my home! Hurry up!"
"I'll go now."
Yan Jiefang also noticed that something was wrong with his mother's mood, so he ran to the middle courtyard.
One minute later, holding the small gourd bottle in his hand, he poured out two pills and put them into the third aunt's mouth.
"I'll get some water."
"This medicine is not meant to be drank into the stomach. Let your mother hold it under the tongue and talk about it later."
The first aunt came after her, helped the third aunt into the house and sat down, and patted the third aunt's back with her left hand to help her calm down.
"Hmm~~"
Perhaps it was because the Jiuxin Pill had taken effect, or perhaps because she saw Yi Zhonghai's appearance, the third aunt finally relaxed her nerves.
"Um...at home, you go and help with the cooking. Such a big thing happened at Lao Yan's house, and the children must still be hungry. No matter what, this part of the house must not collapse."
"Hey, can you do it?"
The third aunt nodded and patted the first aunt's hand.
"Can we talk now? What happened?"
"This morning, two police officers came to the yard and said that our Lao Yan did not go to the street office to report the couplets for sale. I asked Jie Cheng to go to the street office to ask first. It is true that we broke the law."
"Tell me, why do you save three melons and two dates? Now it's better, it's really..."
"Stop saying a few words. If you don't think it's chaotic enough here, hurry up and make your meal."
"The coal stove is out. I'm going home."
Yi Zhonghai waved his hand.
"Then what else did the street office say?"
"They also said that they would use our Lao Yan as a model. At noon, someone from the school came to inform him, saying that this matter must be severely punished. What should I do, sir? Our family is counting on Lao Yan every month.
…Ugh…the sky is falling!”
"Sigh...crying is not the answer. If crying works, you can go directly to the door of the Public Security Bureau and cry. Now is the time to solve the problem. Where is the solution?"
"It's useless to call him here. Even though he is almost 20 years old, he has never experienced anything like this since he was a child. He has never seen anything like this before."
"What...what did the old lady say?"
"She couldn't hear anything, and it was useless to ask. He, sir, you have a position in the factory and know many people. You also have face at the subdistrict office. You can help make ideas for our family, otherwise we will all be together."
The family must be broken up."
"Did you go to the police station? What did the police say?"
"They didn't let them see it at all, saying that the matter hadn't been investigated clearly yet. The criminal's family members were not allowed in."
"Sigh... This is such a big thing during the Chinese New Year. Lao Yan has worked hard as a liaison officer for so many years. It's okay if the street office doesn't help him. They want to use him to set an example."
"Who says it's not the case? The most important thing right now is that our family, Lao Yan, can keep his job."
"It would be great if people can come out with all their beards and tails! You can stabilize yourself first, and then I'll go find someone to ask. Let me just say this for now."
Yi Zhonghai glanced at the third aunt, opened the door and walked out...
The 29th of the twelfth lunar month, today is the day to steam steamed buns.
No one will go out shopping tomorrow. On the first and second days of junior high school, we will visit relatives, and on the third day of junior high school, we have to go to work again. Today is Zhou Wenzhong's last chance.
At around 10 o'clock in the morning, Zhou Wenzhong rushed to the overpass. Far away, he saw Ma Erbao and his youngest brother standing and waiting. He quickly waved and ran over.
"Call Brother Zhong."
"Brother Zhong."
Zhou Wenzhong nodded and handed over his old cotton pants.
"This is what we agreed on yesterday. We can make a cotton waistcoat by taking it apart. Don't talk nonsense and get busy."
"Thank you, Brother Zhong."
"Have you said hello?"
"They don't care much about it and let you move it by yourself. But you have to sign and leave a record."
"Walk."
Zhou Wenzhong walked to the pile of old furniture and contacted the caretakers from the street office.
"Three tables and two benches are enough. I'll write them."
After completing the simple process, Zhou Wenzhong put a small stool on the table, lifted it up and ran away. The stall was chosen at a central location.
"Let's just go here. I see there are masters next to us. We can't offend anyone."
"Okay, Xiaobao, go and move the stool."
"Neither of you can show up. Just go somewhere else for a walk."
"clear."
After the stall was set up, Zhou Wenzhong placed a donation box on a table and placed three newspapers at the same time, with two two-faced steamed buns placed on each newspaper.
"You two hide for now and come back later when you hear the sound. Remember to take good care of the old noodles in my white porcelain bowl. I'll be looking for you later."
"okay."
"I know, don't worry."
Place the remaining two small tables on the outside, with pencils and writing pads on the tabletops, and two benches under the tables.
The rate of return is quite high, but people's eyes are all looking at the steamed buns on the table, and there is not even a question.
Zhou Wenzhong pounded the table vigorously to beat the rhythm and shouted loudly.
“Those who come from the south and those who go north, those who go up the mountains and swim through the water.
Those who have joined the Communist Youth League, those who have joined the Party, and those who have won awards for earthquake relief.
Take a walk around and come to my place to take a look.
Take a look and walk around, come to my place and take a look.
Come and see the strange things and play games.
Crossed the south, crossed the north. You..."
"Stop howling, what are you doing here?"
Zhou Wenzhong smiled, cupped his hands to the 8 or 9 people, and looked at Ma Erbao, who had just asked the question.
"Comrade, I'm just a loser. If you want to see someone playing with a machete, go to the left. If you want to see someone playing with a monkey and a mouse, go to the right."
"I asked you what are you selling here?"
"No, no, we're not selling anything. I'm just looking at the crowd here and playing a little game with the big guys. No money! Absolutely no money!"
Hearing what Zhou Wenzhong said, some passers-by stopped and gathered around. Free things are always very attractive. Not to mention that these people will be the main force queuing up to receive eggs in the future.
"You don't want money? Then you're here to make a profit while losing money?"
"It must be said that this gentleman is sensible. Please raise your eyes and look here."
As Zhou Wenzhong spoke, he raised his hand and pointed to the [donation] box and the table with steamed buns.
"What kind of donation?"
"This is a good question, eldest sister. One look at your dress and I know that you must have gone to school. You are an intellectual!"
"Don't beat her up, she's old enough to be your aunt."
"Come on, my eyesight is bad and I didn't see it."
Ma Erbao interrupted and shouted: "Speak quickly!"
"Look, this comrade is still very impatient. We just see that the people fleeing the famine are not able to eat, and I feel very uncomfortable. I just want to set up a stall to help them."
Ma Xiaobao sniffed and asked, "How can I help? Are those steamed buns for sale?"
"Selling? Don't be joking, little comrade. I'm not a pushcart, so selling steamed buns would be a waste of speculation! I won't sell them, just give them away."
"deliver?"
As soon as they heard this word, people became interested.
"It's true that I'm delivering steamed buns, but there are too many of you, and I don't have so much food to deliver. Let's try another way. Look, don't I have a writing book here? Let's play a little game. As long as you can do it at 8
Within minutes, write your name 100 times without making any black spots. Do you see? The winner will take two steamed buns and leave."
"Then what if I don't finish writing?"
"This is a good question! If you haven't finished writing, you haven't finished writing. You can just turn around and leave. You can also donate 3 cents or 2 cents in the box. It all depends on your love. If you don't bring any money or
It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to give, we will never force it, and the purpose of celebrating the New Year is to be happy. Let me first wish everyone a happy New Year, I am a dumb person and can’t speak.
Then I wish the comrades at work a successful new year.
I wish the lesbians who are raising their children at home good health to their whole family.
I wish the young comrades who are in school successful in their studies and will go back to college!"
"good!"
Ma Erbao shouted: "Applause."
"Pa bang bang..."
Zhou Wenzhong held back two sparse applause with both hands.
"Then what if you can't write your own name?"
"This comrade asked a very good question. It's okay if you can't write names. Do you know numbers? The same goes for writing numbers. Just write from 1 to 300. You can't break it or paint it with black spots.
If you can't write either, then just write one word you know, or you can write it 300 times within 8 minutes. Then again, if someone can't write anything, then don't leave yet.
Just help me make the venue popular. It can also be regarded as making your own contribution to supporting needy households!"
"Where's your watch?"
Zhou Wenzhong curled his lips and replied: "Look, you should have reminded me earlier. I forgot the clock in the moving house in time when I left home. You will be wronged for this."
"Hahaha……"
Ma Erbao walked out of the crowd and stood at the front, taking out a men's all-steel Shanghai watch from his pocket.
"I have it! Let's use it on you first."
"Thank you, comrade."
Ma Erbao nodded, then ran to the table where the steamed buns were placed and smelled it. Finally, he picked up the donation box and shook it. Finally, he handed the watch to Zhou Wenzhong.
He spoke quickly and whispered: "This is what Scorekeeper Zhang stole from her father. She has to return it in the afternoon. There can't be any mistakes, otherwise the entire account will be charged to me."
"How can we call it stealing? Comrade Zhang Xiufang borrowed it temporarily without her father's knowledge. Furthermore, a son stealing from his father is not considered a thief. To put it bluntly, this is called stealing."
"Let's get started! Now that we have the watch, who comes first?"
Some people are afraid of losing face if they can't finish writing, some are encouraging familiar friends, and some are watching eagerly.
Zhou Wenzhong winked, and Ma Erbao and Ma Xiaobao shouted back and forth: "I'll come first!"
"Don't be anxious and don't fight. There are two tables anyway, so let's come together."
"OK."
After the two sat down, a group of people stood behind them and watched.
"Stand back a little. If you don't finish writing, and they turn around and blame someone else, please stand back and don't disturb these two college students! Haha~"
"let's start."
Ma Erbao pulled out a stool and sat down, holding a pencil in his hand and nodding to Zhou Wenzhong.