SFS Chapter 234: Sneaking through the garbage dump
Chapter 234: Sneaking through the garbage dump
Old man Pan didn't care at all about being bullied just now.
what is this.
He was beaten up in the early years.
He looked at the meat patties on a stick and swallowed.
I haven't eaten anything since I woke up.
But he lied and said he was full.
The grandchildren had a hard life. Their parents died early. It’s already very good for the three of them, a family of three, to have escaped here and survived.
The two children grew up sensible at an early age, and he saw it all and felt very distressed.
But he was old and sick, so he couldn't do odd jobs. He could only go to the vegetable market from time to time to pick some vegetable leaves and cook them.
All the money in the house was earned by the two children.
He felt guilty and distressed.
How can I snatch food from a child?
"If Grandpa doesn't eat it, we won't eat it either."
The siblings pouted.
Refuse to eat.
The three of them were in a stalemate for a long time before Old Man Pan tore off a piece of the meat patty and put it in his mouth.
The fried meat patties are crispy and fragrant.
I got the meat in one bite.
Old man Pan almost cried because of the fragrance.
"Oh my, no wonder that shop has such good business, the food they make is so delicious."
He didn't swallow the meat patty until it was chewed into a pulp.
After he finished speaking, someone poured a mouthful of mung bean soup into his mouth.
The cool taste made him feel cooler.
It turned out that it was his eldest grandson who fed him.
The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren sat in the shabby house without windows and ate delicious food happily.
This meal.
It was the most delicious thing they had ever eaten in their lives.
the other side.
Bai Qianshan returned to the shop with wounds all over his body. He stayed there for a while and then went home.
He really can't afford to lose this person.
The Bai family snack shop was fully handed over to Jiang Lingu and his wife.
In the morning, the shop's business was pretty good.
Although some money was refunded.
But there are still some customers who are not picky about food and leave after eating.
But ever since that incident.
No one came into the shop anymore.
Until closing the shop in the evening, there was not a single business.
In the backyard, the mung bean soup in the jar had already gone bad.
Not only that.
The dough has fermented and has a sour taste.
Also, you can’t eat cold noodles anymore.
The couple brought their child and picked out edible ingredients and managed to get by with the meal.
"We can't go on like this. If it's still like this tomorrow, how can we keep this shop open? Boss, you have to think of a way. We can't be driven away."
Zhou Gaier was a little scared.
"Well, we still have to sell barbecue, but we don't have bamboo sticks, so we can only go back to the village to find someone to make it. The previous accounts have not been settled yet, and the Bai family will definitely not pay for it, after all, the shop has not made any money."
Jiang Lingu was a little annoyed.
After dinner.
He walked to the Bai family and lingered at the door for a long time.
Finally there was a knock on the door.
"What's up? How's business this afternoon?"
Bai Qianshan was leaning on a recliner. As he spoke, he was holding an egg in his right hand and applying it to his eyes.
After applying it, he couldn't bear to throw it away and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Oh no, after what happened this morning, not a single guest came..."
Jiang Lingu's voice was very low.
Afraid that Bai Qianshan would be angry.
"Hurry up and sell the barbecue." Bai Qianshan knew that the business of the shop was affected by him.
So I held back my anger.
"Master, we are short of bamboo sticks, and we haven't bought any meat or vegetables yet. I calculated that we need to prepare at least one or two taels of silver. Bamboo sticks are more laborious to make than bamboo tubes, so naturally the price is higher. In addition, the last time I collected bamboo tubes, the bill was not settled, so..."
Jiang Lingu saw that his face was becoming more and more gloomy.
I dare not say any more.
"No need to buy. You haven't made any money yet, but you're spending money every day. How can this work? I invited you here, but you don't think about helping me make money and always take money out of my pocket. What's the point of keeping you here?
So, don't go back to the village to buy bamboo tubes in the future. There are so many that have not been used up. As for bamboo sticks, Jiang's snack shop often throws a lot of them into the trash can when closing the shop. You can pick them up at night and wash them and use them."
Bai Qianshan, who doesn't have much money in his pocket.
I'm not willing to pay another pound.
He came up with a bad idea.
The corners of Jiang Lingu's mouth twitched twice, and he lowered his head and rolled his eyes.
At the beginning, when Bai Qianshan found him.
He thought Bai Qianshan was very rich.
It turns out he was just trying to be brave and pretend to be strong.
"Okay, I get it. I'll pick it up tonight." He didn't resist.
Agree obediently.
"Well, you can go out now. I will ask my wife to go to the shop tomorrow, and she will buy the vegetables. Don't worry, I have already told her. You can ask Zhou to do as I say. No matter what my wife says, don't listen. Just run the shop well and bring the account book back in three days. Don't bother me these two days."
Bai Qianshan moved slightly.
My body aches all over.
He gasped and made a hissing sound.
He was used to being lazy, and after working for only the whole morning, he was too lazy to go to the shop.
After driving Jiang Lingu away.
Bai Qianshan went back to the house and lay down.
Night falls.
The moonlight shines gently on the street.
The shop had been closed long ago, with countless wooden doors shut tightly.
There was no one on the street except the night watchman.
Suddenly, a figure flashed by.
Walk straight towards Jiang’s shop.
There is a half-person-high wooden barrel outside the back door of Jiang's snack shop. It was placed here by the street manager. Every day at the hour of Mao, someone would come pulling a cart to transport the garbage.
Not every shop has wooden barrels.
You have to pay for this stuff, otherwise you can only deal with the garbage yourself.
If you litter anywhere, the manager will find out.
The shop can no longer operate.
You also have to pay a fine.
Similar to modern properties.
However, the management of the streets is under the jurisdiction of the government.
A lot of power.
Jiang Lingu hid in the dark, waiting for the night watchman to leave.
He came out from the corner.
Rummaging through the trash can.
Behind him, there is a big backpack.
Every time you pick up a handful of bamboo sticks, throw them behind.
These bamboo sticks are burnt black from being roasted and cannot be washed clean.
But it's not his shop.
Why does he care so much?
Only when the bottle was half full did he sneak back to the Bai family shop.
"Wife, hurry up and wash it. We'll need it early tomorrow morning."
It doesn't matter if I don't get a penny.
You have to pick up bamboo sticks from the trash can.
Jiang Lingu was so sick that he almost died.
After all, he was an accountant before.
Where have I ever done these things?
"Okay, I'll wash it. You hurry up and set up the oven. Fortunately, the moon is bright tonight, otherwise there wouldn't even be an oil lamp and we would have to work in the dark."
Zhou Gaier took the backpack.
She wiped the sweat off her forehead.
My body, which had just been washed, became sticky again.
"Shh, keep your voice down, don't wake my son up."
Jiang Lingu quickly covered her mouth.
The two dared not speak any more.
Everyone went about their own business.
The east gradually brightens and the morning glow begins to appear.
The rooster in the Jiang family’s backyard kept crowing “cock-a-doodle-doo.”
Jiang Fubao was awakened by the natural alarm clock. She squinted her eyes, sat on the bed, stretched and got up.