Following the beat of the "Little Tigers" song played on the tape recorder in the town, Qin Feng couldn't help but sing along. No matter how mature he was, he was just a child under the age of thirteen. The sadness of parting with his friends quickly faded away.
He disappeared, humming the song of Little Tigers, and rushed towards "home".
Liu Zimo promised Qin Feng that when he comes back, he must bring all the album tapes of the Little Tigers.
This also made Qin Feng feel better. His sister admired the three Taiwanese teenagers very much. For this reason, Qin Feng picked up an almost scrapped tape recorder and spent more than a month on it.
, finally figured out the power circuit and repaired the broken radio.
"Uncle Hu, bring me four sesame seed cakes."
When he walked to Hu's Shaobing Shop, Qin Feng bought four Shaobings, and then spent two yuan to buy some donkey meat. Donkey meat in Shaobings was Qin Jia's favorite food, but after arriving in Cangzhou,
I only ate there twice, and both were invited by Liu Zimo.
"Xiao Feng, what's the happy news? Did you find a treasure?"
Uncle Hu smiled, picked four freshly baked sesame cakes, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them to Qin Feng. He had known each other for several years, and he knew that as long as the little girl was not around, Qin Feng would be reluctant to eat them first.
"What a happy event, Uncle Hu. If you have any scraps, don't sell them to others. I'll pick them up later."
Although Mr. Liu has passed away, Qin Feng and his sister's life seems to have seen a glimmer of light. In the past few months, he listened to Liu Zimo's words and changed from picking up rags to collecting rags.
People's lives are not very affluent these days, and no one is willing to throw away something at home, so they pick it up instead of picking it up. Qin Feng found that money that was difficult to earn in the past seemed to come much easier.
This is because the residents in the town have a good impression of Qin Feng. They can receive a flatbed truck of things like newspapers, toothpaste, scrap copper and iron every day. After reselling them to the purchasing station, Qin Feng discovered that he could actually get them every day.
There is an income of about ten yuan.
After doing this, the brother and sister would still have nearly 300 yuan left over for a month's meal expenses. In the past six months or so, Qin Feng has saved more than 1,000 yuan.
Not long ago, Qin Feng took a fancy to a bungalow near the urban area of the town. The bungalow was not large, only more than thirty square meters, but there was a large open space outside the bungalow.
Qin Feng made some calculations. If he bought the bungalow, he would be able to use the open space for free. Then he could open a scrap collection station and sell the scraps directly to the state-owned station in the city.
In this way, Qin Feng can earn at least seven or eight yuan more every day by eliminating the need for intermediate links.
Seven or eight yuan a day can amount to several thousand dollars a year. For the Qin Feng brothers and sisters, this is absolutely an astronomical sum. If he hadn't tasted the sweetness, Qin Feng would not have known that the profit from collecting rags would be so high.
In fact, around 1992, people had not fully realized that the iron rice bowl was about to become a thing of the past, and they still looked down on those self-employed people who set up stalls or run small businesses.
But even those humble small businesses have created countless millionaires in the process of transforming from a planned economy to a market economy. Those who opened scrap collection stations in the 1980s and 1990s will be worth at least a millionaire in ten years.
Of course, the scrap collection station still seems a bit far away for Qin Feng, because the bungalow costs more than 4,000 yuan, at least he can't afford it now.
However, Qin Feng believes that after he replaces his tricycle, he can go to the city to collect scraps. In more than a year at most, he will be able to save this "huge amount of money" and build a home that truly belongs to him and his sister.
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Although it is still a bit cold in the north in March, a hint of spring green appears on the withered grass and trees, which makes Qin Feng's heart less sad because of the death of Mr. Liu.
"Chirp..."
After seeing his lonely house next to the railway from a distance, Qin Feng put his index finger in his mouth and whistled loudly, calling for Dahuang.
Qin Feng didn't know what kind of dog Rhubarb was, but he had raised it since he was a child and had already regarded it as a family member. Of course, the donkey meat he bought today also included Rhubarb.
"Hey, where's the rhubarb?"
Usually after blowing the whistle, Dahuang and his sister would immediately appear at the door, but Qin Feng walked forward for more than ten meters and did not see Dahuang running out to greet him.
"No, why does it smell like blood?"
Qin Feng was standing downwind. A breeze blew by, and he suddenly smelled a strong smell of blood at the end of his nose. This made Qin Feng stop walking forward and his body was shaking slightly.
Qin Feng will never forget that on that night five years ago, when he was hidden in the closet by his parents, he smelled this smell.
Although Qin Feng didn't see anything at the time, he heard his father's screams and the voice of a man questioning his whereabouts, which Qin Feng will never forget in his life.
On the morning of the next day, there was only a large pool of blood left in the house. Through the crack in the door, Qin Feng discovered that two strange men were still guarding the door of his home.
The young Qin Feng hugged his sister who didn't know anything at all, escaped from the back window, climbed on a coal train not far from home, and then came to the place where he lives now.
Memories poured into Qin Feng's mind like floodwaters. Smelling the smell of blood in the wind, Qin Feng's eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and his originally relaxed body became tense.
For more than five years, Qin Feng was afraid that those people would find him and his sister again. When he fell asleep every day, he would be awakened by the slightest movement. He lived on alert all the time.
Therefore, the smell of blood accelerated the secretion of hormones in Qin Feng's cerebral cortex several times. As soon as his body dwarfed, Qin Feng's body disappeared into a poplar forest on the right.
"What happened? What happened to my sister?"
At this time, although Qin Feng was extremely worried about his sister Qin Jia's safety and his eyes were burning red with hatred, his behavior was very calm.
Qin Feng has raised Rhubarb since he was a child, and he is well aware of Rhubarb's temperament and fighting power. Rhubarb is just like himself. It usually wilts and squeals, but once another creature offends it, it will always bite it to death.
Two years ago, a family in the town had an authentic German blackback. Once, the children of that family took it out and, instigated by a group of children, let the dog eat the rhubarb.
But what everyone didn't expect was that Dahuang, who looked very thin, was actually extremely ferocious. He didn't even care that the wolf dog bit his tail, and bit the opponent's neck with one bite, killing him alive.
The throat was bitten off.
This scene frightened the children who were present at the time and the adults who were watching the fun. From that day on, Dahuang's evil reputation disappeared. Although those children hated the Qin Feng brothers and sisters, they never dared to expose it.
Bullied them.
So at this moment Dahuang was silent. Qin Feng believed that something must have happened in his small house. Without three or four adults, there was no way he could subdue Dahuang.
"Ah..." Suddenly, a man's miserable howl came from the house. The sound was extremely miserable, mixed with angry curses.
"It must have been done by Dahuang, Dahuang, sister, don't worry, I'm here to save you!"
Throwing the donkey meat in sesame cakes that he had kept warm in his arms to the ground, Qin Feng took off his worn military coat, opened the wooden box containing the gun head, and took out the gun head that shone with cold light.
He tore off a piece of rag and wrapped it around the base of the gun head. Qin Feng held it tightly in his hand. After the cold feeling passed through the rag into the palm of his hand, a crazy look flashed in Qin Feng's eyes.
When he came to the place where he lived now, except for some children, Qin Feng had never offended anyone, so he subconsciously thought that the enemy who killed his parents back then was chasing him.
This made Qin Feng frightened, and a huge wave surged in his heart.
Because his sister was too young, Qin Feng never dared to return to the city where he lived before. He only made his own inference as to whether his parents were dead. Now his enemies came to the door, causing Qin Feng to suppress his anger for more than five years and finally finally
Completely exploded.
Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng lay down on the cold ground, and slowly climbed over from the direction of the door of the house. The withered yellow and green grass on the ground completely obscured his figure.
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"Damn it, Boss Sun, didn't you tell me that this stinky girl has a dog?"
Qin Feng's broken house was crowded with people. In addition to Qin Jia who was lying unconscious on the bed, there were also Boss Hao, Liuzi, Zhang Junlong and the two Sun brothers.
However, Liuzi looked a little miserable at this time. His right arm was bloody and bloody, and half of his body was stained red with blood. Zhang Junlong was bandaging him with a torn sheet.
"Liuzi, my eldest brother didn't get any favors either. Wasn't he also bitten?"
Boss Sun's condition was not much better than that of Liuzi. The pants on his right thigh had been completely torn, but a large piece of flesh had been torn off by rhubarb.
Sun Lao'er took a bottle of Erguotou and poured it on the wound. The painful Sun Lao'er couldn't help but scream miserably. This was also the scream Qin Feng heard outside.
"Keep your voice down, don't attract people from the town." Boss Hao's usually smiling face was full of gloom at this time.
He never expected that just by dealing with a little girl, Liu Zi would be seriously injured. If Zhang Jun's quick eyes and hands hadn't pushed Liu Zi quickly, that bite would have bitten Liu Zi's throat out.
The big yellow dog moved so fast and bitten with such unyielding ferocity that even the cruel Boss Hao couldn't help but feel frightened when he thought about it.
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