Chapter 27: Rats are making trouble
The wind is still blowing.
Ning Weimin staggered on the road with his head lowered.
I have no choice, my legs and feet are so weak that I can’t get up even if I want to.
What's more, there was a big slit in the right leg of his trousers. When he took a step, his calf was exposed as if he were wearing a cheongsam.
The upper and sole of the left foot were halfway separated, and the toes were sticking out like a toad's mouth.
Such luggage is cumbersome.
Not only that, but what’s even more embarrassing is that he didn’t dare to look back and just ran away.
He actually ran to Balizhuang two kilometers away in one breath.
He is unfamiliar with the place here, and he doesn’t even know where to find the bus brand.
No, I walked west along this avenue for another two miles.
Not to mention the stop sign, he had never seen a passing car.
Only carts pulled by animals came and went, not even a "three-wheeler", a tricycle, or a bicycle. It was actually more desolate than the eastern suburbs.
He really wanted to find a department store and quickly change into a pair of pants and shoes.
He also wanted to find a place to sit down, have something to eat, rest, and think over the whole situation.
Things happened so fast just now that his mind couldn't catch up.
Unfortunately, there is neither a shop nor a place for him to eat or rest.
This road is pure wilderness.
In addition to the wild trees and weeds on both sides of the road, there are exploding soil and smoke dancing in the wind everywhere.
In this case, we can only stroll slowly.
After all, the direction was correct. I must have found my way home before the sun went down.
Oops!
Now, he is like a hungry little bird with broken wings, his heart full of embarrassed lamentations.
Of course, I miss the benefits of my previous life.
It’s still awesome in the Internet age.
No matter how remote the area is, if you place an order using a smartphone app, a car will come to pick you up.
Why do you need to suffer such a sin?
It is better to have a society governed by the rule of law.
In this case, call the police immediately to ensure that these guys can get in directly.
There is no need to be so angry if you sue them later and ruin everything.
But having said that, no matter what happens today, it must be said that it is a blessing among misfortunes.
Thanks to his wit and bravery, he was able to escape from danger smoothly.
Otherwise, if he really received such a fat beating, his life would be saved, but his arms and legs would inevitably be broken.
As for the loss, it’s really nothing.
Because he had both the money given by Blind Liuzi and his own money on his body.
What's really gone is just the household items in the big bag and a sack of copper.
And tomorrow, he will definitely not return to the eastern suburbs garbage dump.
Of course, there is no need to buy the things that those blind people asked him to buy on their behalf.
If you think about it this way, he even made a profit.
The key is that he was so careless and hurt by this unreasonable disaster.
Not only was his self-esteem brutally trampled on, but he was also a little ashamed.
Because a little back is a little back, but at the end of the day, who can you blame?
Mostly he has himself to blame.
Master has reminded him a long time ago, and it’s not like he doesn’t understand the truth.
But who told him not to take it seriously and insist on running into the ditch?
This may make the poor people hateful.
So, even if he wanted to complain to the old man, he was too embarrassed to do so.
Hey, if the master knew, let alone comfort him, he would definitely squeeze him.
"You kid, you have a brain but don't use it. It's just a disease. You deserve it! You'd better find a quiet place and count your own brain cells."
… ………
When Ning Weimin arrived home that day, it was already the time when the food was fragrant, and it was after six o'clock in the evening.
But this is not really a long journey on the road.
In fact, he walked to Jintai Road at around two o'clock in the afternoon.
The rest of the time is spent buying shoes and pants, eating, bathing, and changing clothes.
So, by the time he entered the hospital, he was no longer in a state of desolation wearing leg-revealing pants and open shoes.
But putting on new pants and new shoes also attracted inquiring eyes from the neighbors.
Aunt Bian and Aunt Luo took the initiative to ask him
"Oh, Weimin, I went out today, why did I get a new one when I came back? What did I pick up? Baby, have you made a fortune?”
“Minzi, this is the first time I’ve seen you come back so late in the past two days.”
Ning Wei? Min had expected this to happen, so he had already made up an excuse on the way.
"Hey, Aunt Luo, how can I get rich? To tell you the truth, I'm very unlucky today. On the way back, I cut my pants and stepped on the mud. Guess what? Wait for me to pull it out. When you come out, the face is the face, and the bottom is the bottom. If I don’t buy new ones, how can I come back? I’ll have to trouble you to help me mend these pants later..."
< br>"Hi, aunt. You asked me about that big canvas bag, let me take care of it. For no other reason, there was a notice posted at the garbage dump to stop picking up garbage casually. A man with a red band said to me , the garbage dump will be under the control of the government from now on. When I think about it, those things are no longer needed, so I can just sell them in pieces and get a few bucks..."
Hey, this guy is He is really good at making up stories and telling them vividly.
A few words made Aunt Bian and Aunt Luo laugh from ear to ear.
But then again, this is also forcing a smile.
It's like breaking your teeth and swallowing it in your stomach. You know the pain in your heart.
As soon as he entered the house, Ning Weimin's color changed. Lying on the bed, I just smoked.
Thankfully, the old man is working the evening shift today, so he doesn’t have to act with anyone anymore, otherwise he would be even more depressed.
For no other reason, the key is that I can’t slow down my breath.
He couldn't think about it, and he repeatedly told himself that everything was over, but it didn't work.
Cowardly, disgusting, aggrieved, so bullying!
Why?
I have endured so much hardship to finally find a profitable career. It’s easy.
As a result, all my calculations and management were in vain, just to be bullied by others!
Master said it nicely. Violence is a helpless act of fools.
But in the hands of those who play with the base of their arms, smart people can only act like chickens in the hands of the cook?
Is there nothing you can do except swallow your losses and stay away?
And just when Ning Weimin was feeling lucky, the mice on the roof also came to cause trouble.
I don’t know what’s going on with these guys, it’s extremely abnormal.
It wasn't completely dark yet, but there was a commotion on the ceiling above his head, screaming "Zhi Zhi" incessantly.
The most annoying thing was that before his eyes, he saw a mouse tail hanging down from the small hole in the ceiling.
This is unintentional!
Ning Weimin, who was lying on the bed, felt the evil fire rushing to his forehead.
He was too lazy to get up. With a cigarette in his mouth, he took off the socks under his feet and twisted them into an egg.
Then he threw it towards the rat's tail with all his strength.
It’s a pity that the ceiling is too high, and he doesn’t have the skills of the golden dart Huang Tianba.
So the sock missed the target, not only did it not hit the target at all.
It fell instead and hit him in the eye.
“Ouch!”
Look, how unlucky it is.
But let alone this guy, Ning Weimin seemed to be possessed by Brother Xiu, and suddenly thought of two important passes that were almost ignored.
His eyes were dark, but his heart was bright, and he immediately turned over from the bed and sat up.
First, this matter was probably just the people at the scrapyard wanting to take revenge on him.
Otherwise, why would these simple-minded people give him money?
If you want to deal with him, of course the best way to do it is in the garbage dump. No one will even know if you bury him alive.
Second, these scrapyard people are too self-righteous. Violence is a deterrent that requires certain conditions before it can be used.
After all, this is a new society, not the old society. If they are real gangsters, he really can't afford to offend them.
The problem is that they are not.
They are all people who have formal jobs and want to continue living a good life of being fat and oily, so they come to him.
As the saying goes, those who are barefoot are not afraid of those who wear shoes.
He is an orphan with no family and no job. If he really rushes to smash the pot, he wants everyone to die together. Then we are still not sure who is afraid of whom?
Thirdly, it was also a coincidence that due to the weather today, he was wearing a mask without even showing his face.
Even the blind people don't know his name and where he lives.
That is to say, now he is hiding and those bastards are hiding.
So looking at it this way, there is time for this, and he really may not have to swallow his fumes...
PS: From the very beginning of writing this book, some people have been frivolous.
Some people question whether Ning Weimin’s mother died in a traffic accident or that Ning Weimin’s father died of excessive smoking and drinking.
Some people have questioned buying monkey tickets, thinking that monkey tickets cannot be cashed out quickly, and it is meaningless to buy them without selling them.
Some people say that things are more valuable when they are rare. If you save too many monkey tickets, they will become cheaper
Others say that you should go in and out quickly, buy antiques, buy courtyard houses, and so on. In short, they think it is impossible to make a fortune based on monkey tickets.
People who think like this actually only have the routines in other rebirth stories in their minds.
As if there is only one possibility in the world. It's like the common sense that rare things are valuable is something others don't know.
These are the same people who don’t even know that there were horse-drawn carriages, livestock, mountain roads, and the Great Liberation Truck in the past. Causing car accidents in their minds is a possibility.
These are the same people who don’t even know how much liquor cost eight cents, ten cents, and ten cents in the past. They don’t even know how much bee cigarettes and dagong cigarettes cost. It’s even less clear that the harder the lower class people work, the more they like to smoke and drink to numb themselves. I don’t know that even the coachmen in the old society spent some money on tobacco and alcohol, and even chewing iron nails could be drunk.
These are the same people who have not even calculated how many times the Monkey Ticket has increased. They have not even calculated in which year private house sales are allowed, when will there be channels to buy second-hand goods, when will self-employed people be able to engage in simple trading of small commodities, and when will they be able to start private companies? , not sure.
Otherwise they would not express such opinions.
Their understanding of the old days is probably limited to their own imagination.
The past they recognize is probably only part of what they want to believe.
I didn't bother to pay attention to it at first, but I just thought that this kind of logic of trying to find a sword is a bit funny, but in order to reduce the invalid comments from friends who really read the book, I might as well say a few words by the way.
First, what did the protagonist do in his previous life? What will the protagonist do in the future? There are already hints in the book.
Other rebirth essays are useless, but it does not mean that this book is the same. If you have never seen a monkey ticket seller, I will let you see him.
This article’s Monkey Ticket is a sharp tool. In the future, necessary props in the plot will not only be bought and sold, but also play a role beyond everyone's imagination.
Secondly, collection is about cost-effectiveness, collection is about order, and legality and objective conditions are also important.
To put it simply, old things are all cheap and can be compared with each other. They are still expensive and have different potentials and storage conditions.
Buying with your eyes closed and taking action on everything is too stupid, there will definitely be trade-offs.
This question ends here and will not be raised again in the future.
Readers who have read my old works should have a rough idea.
I wrote the book objectively based on real history and supported by real data.
My protagonist will do something until when.
The era and society I write about are neither imagined old times. Nor is there only one possible world.
(End of this chapter)