Siheyuan: Sizhu starts blindly and takes a new path

"Oh, yes, there's also Sha Zhu. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been beaten by Yan Jiefang, and the chicken theft wouldn't have been exposed. Then there wouldn't be the current situation. The root cause is Sha Zhu. Sha Zhu, just wait for me. We'll settle this account sooner or later."

Although the wind at dawn in early spring does not feel like a knife cutting on the face, it can immediately make people sober. Banggeng tiptoed to the third uncle's bicycle and gently unscrewed the valve core. In order to test whether there was any leakage, he even put some saliva on it. After watching small bubbles appear, he slowly returned.

When he got to the door, Bang Geng looked at the steps in front of Sha Zhu's house and thought: Why isn't it winter now? Otherwise, I could just splash some water on Sha Zhu and make him fall down. It would be so refreshing. He shook his head, thinking that there was no good solution, so he went home to sleep first.

Bang Geng had just laid down on the bed in the outer room when Qin Huairu asked him where he had been. Bang Geng lied and said he had gone to pee. Qin Huairu did not ask further questions, as the gate was not open so she could not solve the problem.

The third uncle found that his tire was flat, so he took the bicycle to the repair shop to pump air. When Bang Geng arrived at school, he happened to enter the school gate at the same time as the third uncle. If he didn't delay the old man, he would have to use some ruthless tricks tonight.

At night, Bangchui came to the window sill again and unscrewed the valve. He did not leave but waited for a long time until the tire was deflated, and then pulled out the valve core.

The next day, the third uncle saw that the tire was flat again. He knew that someone was messing with him. He wanted to vent his anger by cursing, but his identity as a teacher restricted him. He had to hold his anger and took the bicycle to the repair shop again. When he was about to pump air, he found that the valve core was missing. The third uncle angrily cursed: "Who is the wicked guy who pulled out my valve core? How abominable." "I paid ten cents to the repairman to buy two replacement valve cores. Fortunately, the third uncle handled it properly and was not late.

On the third night, Banggeng stopped tampering with the valve core. He put two thumbtacks stolen from school under the wheels of the Confidence Car.

After his tires were deflated twice, the uncle did not sleep soundly at night. He was always paying attention to the noise outside, ready to rush out and catch the bastard who deflated the tires as soon as he heard the "hiss..." sound. The uncle spent the whole night in a daze, half asleep and half awake, and did not hear anyone attacking his car.

In the morning, the groggy old man pushed the bicycle. After the tire pressed over the thumbtack, the tip of the nail gently drilled into it. Because it was too thin, the air leakage was not fast. The old man rode on the road. With every turn of the wheel, the damage to the tire by the thumbtack increased, and the speed of air leakage became faster and faster. When there was still two kilometers away from the school, the front and rear wheels finally went on strike completely, with a click every time they turned a circle.

The uncle looked at the shiny thumbtacks on the tires and slapped himself twice. Thinking that the school was not far away, he was afraid of wearing out the tires, so he carried the car to the school while looking for a repair shop. Sometimes the more you want to find something, the harder it is to find it. It keeps coming into your sight when you don't need it. This was the case with the uncle. He didn't see any repair shops until he arrived at the school, and he was sweating profusely from exhaustion.

It happened that when he arrived, the principal was leaving the school for a district meeting. Seeing him carrying the bicycle in sweat, he was both angry and amused. It was like he got to see what a car lover is like.

When Banggeng was passing by the door of the Third Uncle's house on his way home from school, he heard the Third Uncle and the Third Aunt complaining that his bicycle was punctured today, and he was sweating all over and was laughed at by his colleagues. Banggeng ran home with a smile. While Jia Po was nagging, he found a cloth bag in the cupboard and went out again.

Ever since the chicken theft incident, every household in the yard has kept a tight watch on their doors. The corn cobs, dried radishes, and dried sweet potatoes that were previously hung outside are now dried during the day and moved back home at night. They are no longer too lazy to move them after leaving them in the yard, as before, and only put them in cloth bags after they are dried.

Banggeng couldn't get anything from the yard, so he needed to find a new way to make money in order to win over his subordinates. Fatty Huang suggested that he pick up scraps. At first, he didn't agree because of his face. Later, he heard that he could earn at least five or six yuan a month by picking up scraps and selling waste. He immediately became excited. With so much money, why wouldn't his brothers follow him wholeheartedly? So Banggeng embarked on the road of picking up scraps.

However, he had no idea that they could make money by collecting waste from every household and selling it to the waste recycling station. You can't make that much money by just picking up garbage. Now the Jia family doesn't have much stuff. Their clothes are all patched up. If something is broken, they will find someone they know who can fix it and continue to use it. If it can't be fixed, they can just put it aside as a decoration. So Bang Geng searched through several trash cans, got stinky all over, and didn't find anything good.

I don't know whether it was because of his perseverance or because the temptation of money was too great for him, but Banggeng persisted for several days in such a situation where he gained nothing. His behavior attracted the attention of one person.

That day, Bang Geng had just finished cleaning a trash can and put some dirty waste newspapers into a cloth bag. When he was about to go to the next place, a skinny old man holding a rag bag stopped him and said, "Kid, what are you doing?"

Banggeng saw that the other person was old and thin, but he was not afraid. He replied, "Can't you see? I'm picking up trash." Then he raised the dirty bag in his hand.

"I saw you picking up trash. I was asking if you know the rules. Trash picking is divided into sections. Did you get my permission to pick up trash in my area?"

Banggeng is not very old, but he is also a native of the hutongs. He has never heard of garbage collection being divided into different areas. He said, "Don't think I'm young and you want to fool me. That's not the case. I haven't heard of it, so it doesn't happen."

"Hey, you're too arrogant. Okay, I won't bother with a kid like you. You don't study hard and come here to pick up trash. Is there no adult at home, or did you run away on your own?"

When Banggeng heard the other party asking about his family, he immediately became alert: Are they going to sue me and ask my mother for compensation? What can I tell you? Do you think I'm stupid? So Banggeng pretended to be pitiful and said, "My parents are dead, and my grandmother is sick and bedridden. I have to take care of my sick grandmother and my two younger sisters. There is no food at home, and the neighbors don't help us. They despise my hard life and call me unlucky, so I can only come out to pick up things that others don't want." As he said this, he thought of his dead father and Yan Jiefang beating him, and he started crying.

This made the old man opposite soften his heart and he comforted him: "Good boy, don't cry, don't cry, come here, grandpa will give you a steamed bun, take it home for your grandma and sister to eat." As he said that, he took out a steamed bun wrapped in paper from his shirt pocket and handed it to Banggeng.

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