Chapter 1 Beginner's Beggar Gang 1

This is a courtyard in the suburbs of the city. The red brick wall can be two meters high and inlaid with crushed glass in the top cement. It is not only a landscape, but also a barrier to prevent overturning, neatly closing the inner space. In the middle of the wall street, there is a black gatehouse welded with steel. The two large iron gates are also tightly closed in broad daylight. Although the black paint is a little old, it still reveals a sense of solemnity and mystery. The door ring is an iron ring the size of two fists in the lion's mouth, and there is quiet silence. The thick soldered copper latch below, and the thick latch was inserted in it at the moment, and a huge lock locked everything inside.

Song Jun took out the key, skillfully opened the big lock, and opened the iron door with a bang.

"You, go in." Song Jun's tone is irresistible.

He Xiaozhuo pulled the fool who was still looking around and walked in.

After He Xiaozhuo came in, Song Jun closed the iron door and plugged in the latch inside. Only then did He Xiaozhuo see the courtyard inside. Facing them are three bungalows, and the red brick wall is decorated with red water brush stones. It seems that it has been some years, and the water brush stones have been a little white. The aluminum alloy glass windows on both sides are like two huge eyes, staring glooming at everything outside. The green-painted door in the middle is like a big iron door, and a slightly smaller lock is locked there indifferently. He Xiaozhuo thought of his home. Although he has been used to seeing such a house for several days, compared with other houses here, this can only be regarded as an extremely ordinary or even inferior courtyard, and even a feeling of abandonment. However, compared with his shabby house, He Xiaozhuo can't but be full of envy. Of. The layout is not much different from that of the hometown. In front of the house is a passage leading to the gate. On both sides of the passage are fields for growing vegetables, there is a toilet on one side near the wall in front of it, and a pigsty surrounded by stones on one side. Huh? He Xiaozhuo suddenly felt that this pigsty was very strange:

It's not surprising that this pigsty is made of red brick. It is much richer than your hometown. It's not surprising that the pigsty is built with red bricks, but other pigsty are generally just a circle of bricks, which can prevent pigs from escaping. Then choose a corner and build a shed to shelter the pigs from the wind and rain with a rod or asbestos tiles. It's enough. It's basically open, and it's clear from the outside. This pigsty is different. He is in the corner of the wall. The wall more than two meters high constitutes its two walls in the east and south. The north is a pigsty covered with asbestos tiles, so that the only direction inside can be seen is the west, but now it is closed from top to bottom with a large plastic cloth, only near the courtyard wall. He opened a small mouth, which was regarded as a pigsty door, and blocked it with another piece of plastic cloth. Through the translucent plastic cloth, you can faintly see the original pigsty wall in the west, which is also half a person's height, and the plastic cloth that goes out clearly hides the pigsty door made of steel bars. Yes, it should be a pigsty. It must be a pigsty.

But why is the pigsty so tightly surrounded? He Xiaozhuo couldn't help but start to wonder.

The furnishings in the room are also very ordinary. The earthen bed is covered with floor leather like He Xiaozhuo's house, but in broad daylight, the quilt on the bed is not folded, and it is lazily wrinkled on one side, which obviously shows the owner's sloppyness. There is a folding table in the middle of the ground, and two beer bottles stand empty. It seems that they have just been neglected by the owner. Four folding stools, one along the root of the kang and one opposite the table, supporting a rice cooker full of soup stains, and two are skewed in the corner.

"Okay, I'm finally home." Song Junchang took a breath, took off his suit and threw it on the kang.

He Xiaozhuo couldn't help frowning, and a feeling of something wrong hit his heart, but he couldn't say it.

What did Song Junxiang suddenly think of and said with a smile, "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm in a mess here? But this is a temporary residence, and I use it as a warehouse. Saying this, he picked up the suit from the kang and hung it on the north wall, and then moved the stool in the corner and put it under the feet of He Xiaozhuo and the fool.

"I'm too busy this day to clean up. Don't joke. That's why I'm eager to find a helper. All right, you sit down, you sit down."

He Xiaozhuo and the fool sat down, and the fool began to keep looking around.

"Uncle Song, did you ask us to clean up these?" He Xiaozhuo pointed to the mess on the table, and Song Jun's words and the current situation made him associate.

"Clean up these?" Song Jun was stunned and immediately understood. He couldn't help laughing, "Let you clean up these? My little friend, isn't that a big deal?"

"What does that do?" He Xiaozhuo stood up involuntarily.

"Don't worry." Song Jun pressed He Xiaozhuo's shoulder with both hands and pressed him back on the stool. "Don't worry, uncle will give you a drink first, and then listen to your uncle slowly to you..."

Like a trick, Song Jun grabbed it in any corner of the room, but he grabbed two halls of coke, opened it and put it in front of the two children.

Although he has seen children in the city drinking coke, He Xiaozhuo is indeed the first time in his life to drink this kind of thing. The sweet and astringent feeling in his mouth is indeed better than the essence * water sold by Grandpa Liu Erli in the village.

The fool doesn't care so much. It seems that he has also drunk this kind of thing. Without saying a word, he grabbed a hall of coke on the table, raised his neck, and drank it all rudely. Then he licked his dry lips and stared at Song Jun. Obviously, he had not drunk enough.

Song Jun clapped his hands, laughed, and then patted the back of the fool's head and said to He Xiaozhuo:

"You should be tired after driving so far. Lie down first and I'll tell you what to do after enough rest."

He Xiaozhuo just wanted to say "I'm not tired", but suddenly a sense of fatigue hit his heart. Then he only felt that his head sank and he was drowsy. Unexpectedly, sleepiness came so quickly. He Xiaozhuo still wanted to persist, but his eyes did not listen to it. His upper and lower eyelids fought and fell asleep.

When He Xiaozhuo was woken up by Song Jun, he found that it was already dark outside. Unexpectedly, he slept all afternoon. Looking back at the fool, how long he has been drooling and still sleeping soundly. He had to go over and drag the fool up. The fool rolled his eyes and fell asleep again.

"Xiaozhuo, don't you want to know how to make money? You saw it right away?" Song Jun lit a cigarette, glanced at the fool who fell asleep again, and said coldly.

"Immediate?" He Xiaozhuo asked in surprise.

"You can see for yourself." Song Jun swooed at the gate.

He Xiaozhuo looked at the heavy iron gate. The barn had been opened, but it was still closed, looking mysterious and strict in the dark light. He Xiaozhuo stared nervously at the door, looking forward to what was about to happen:

After a few minutes of silence, the iron gate finally slowly moved, and then it was pushed away. A big stick came in first, and then an old man with a crutch slowly turned in. With the sound of the crutch hitting the road, the old man limped. The ground came to the room, still holding something in his hand and rubbing his chest on his chest. When he got to the room, He Xiaozhuo finally saw clearly that he had messy white hair, mixed with grass sticks and dust. An old and dirty face should have been washed in his life. He couldn't tell the background color, a black smoke mark on his forehead, and I don't know when he hit the charcoal. Although it was summer, he was still wearing a cotton coat, and the blackness and brightness also showed that this cotton coat might be the same as his face and had not been washed in his life. The cotton leaked from those sore holes and opened their mouths around. The button has been gone for a long time, and a belt of trousers picked up somewhere is tied in the center, which can be regarded as covering the belly. It should be black trousers, oily twist, and can only reach the knees, more like a big trousers. Rubber shoes that have been white but are now stained, one of the shoelaces is lucky to be there, and the other is like undressed trousers, rolling its eyes. With a stick in his left hand, he bent to support the crumbling body, and his right hand grasped such a thing tightly. He Xiaozhuo finally saw that it was a small aluminum basin that had already fallen.

--Don't ask more questions, fools can understand that this is an authentic old beggar.

The old beggar came to Song Jun tremblingly, then slowly handed over the small aluminum basin to his left hand, slowly put his hand into his arms, and groped for a long time. Finally, he took out his hand and clenched it into a fist. He opened his hand. Inside was a neat pile of coins, but one yuan can account for 9 yuan each. 0%, wrinkled spread out on the palm of the hand.

"How much?" Song Jun asked coldly.

"107" the old beggar answered silently.

Song Jun grabbed the money and didn't feel dirty, so he began to count the pile of tickets with his smoking hand. The old beggar over there put his hand into his arms again. This time, he grabbed a colorful coin, one yuan, 50 cents, and more cents. He fell on the table where Song Jun was eating. After taking it out twice, he finally finished it. Then he untied his belt, lifted his cotton coat, revealing the only pocket in his body, and showed it to Song Jun. After Song Jun confirmed that it was really empty, he went away.

He Xiaozhuo saw the old beggar stagger out of the house. Song Jun was still counting the money paid by the old beggar, and ignored the departure of the old beggar, as if he was allowed to die. Then there was the sound of closing the door, and the back of the old beggar began to appear in the courtyard and squirmed all the way to the gate, but did not go out of the gate. He turned left at the gate and went to the pigsty wrapped in plastic cloth. Then he trembled and lifted the plastic cloth that was used as a door curtain and struggled to break in. He Xiaozhuo understood that the abandoned pigsty is the home of the old beggar at this moment.

He Xiaozhuo was stunned. Is this what Song Jun said about the way to make money? Why did the old beggar give money to Song Jun? Why are old beggars so in awe of Song Jun?

He Xiaozhuo just wanted to ask a question, but Song Jun stopped him with a gesture, and then pointed to the door.