Rebirth 1962: The Beginning of the Angry Fan Qin Huairu

"how's it going?"

Yu Li held a basin of blood and looked at He Yuzhu helplessly.

"Is this my biological father? He beat me so hard. His face and back are covered with wounds."

"Help him bandage it well, and then let him go back."

After He Yuzhu finished speaking, he walked into the inner room. At this time, Liu Guangfu was sitting on the ground half leaning like a dead dog.

"You're sitting on the bed?"

"Brother Zhuzi, I'm dirty and I can't dirty your bed sheets."

He Yuzhu did not try to persuade him again, but the fact that he could say such words at this time at least proved that this boy still had some sense of propriety. So He Yuzhu turned around, picked up the gauze and began to bandage the wound on his head.

"Guangfu, your father is just like that. You don't have to bother with him."

"Brother Zhuzi, you don't need to say anything. I know my father's character very well. Otherwise, how could my eldest brother leave during the Chinese New Year?"

"Alas, there is a saying that actually says it very clearly: parents always hope their children can get what they cannot get."

"So when their children fail to meet their expectations, they try every means to force them. Your father wanted to be an official, but he was just an ordinary worker in the factory."

"That's it. Go home and find out what it's like to be a leader. You should study hard and graduate from university and become an official in the future."

Liu Guangfu smiled bitterly. "Brother, thank you for telling me so much, but, but I've had enough."

"You don't know, my dad just likes to beat us. Not to mention the distant past, on the 30th, my second brother said something wrong, and he beat him so hard that he couldn't even eat a bite of food."

"Brother Zhuzi, where can you find a father like this?"

He Yuzhu certainly knew what kind of person Liu Haizhong was, but it was not a good idea to speak ill of Liu Haizhong's father in front of his son.

But Liu Guangfu seemed to have opened his mouth at this moment, criticizing Liu Haizhong as worthless, while He Yuzhu silently took the gauze brought by Yu Li and bandaged Liu Guangfu's wound bit by bit.

"Ouch~hiss"

"Your father was very cruel. The skin was torn open. Why don't you go to the hospital?"

"No need, Brother Zhuzi, this isn't a serious injury, just go back and get some sleep!"

"Okay, I'll give you some more medicine. If he hits you again, report it to the police. They will definitely take care of it."

"Ah? The police are still involved in this matter?"

"Yeah, you're still not caring after he's been beaten like this, are you going to wait until he's dead before you do anything?"

Liu Guangfu nodded thoughtfully.

"Brother Zhuzi, thank you so much!"

"Okay, it's all bandaged, go back and rest."

Liu Guangfu looked back at He Yuzhu every few steps, wanting to say something but finding it difficult to speak. He Yuzhu also understood that this kid was afraid of being beaten if he returned, so he wanted him to send him back.

But the two of them had no interaction before, so helping him once was already the most he could do. As for what would happen in the future, that was his own business.

He Yuzhu was standing at the door looking out aimlessly, while Qin Huairu dragged a small cart with four wheels into the central courtyard.

He Yuzhu looked at the four-wheeled cart for a long time but still couldn't figure out what it was used for. It was too small to carry goods, and if it was used to carry people, how could this little thing carry people!

After Qin Huairu pulled the car back home, Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang looked at the simple-shaped car in front of them with great interest.

This will be their tool to make money in the future, so Yi Zhonghai also began to put forward some ideas of his own.

"Add a pole here in front, and then find two pointed wooden poles to put on top, so that you can paddle along in the future."

Jia Zhang also said, "Find two more pieces of rags to cover the bed, so your butt won't get sore from sitting all day."

But when Qin Huairu heard this, she looked at the two of them with some displeasure, because she knew very well how the car came. Now when she thought of Old Zhang at the intersection, she felt nauseous.

"That's not bad. Do you think Mr. Zhang is doing charity?"

Yi Zhonghai glanced at Qin Huairu's expression, then looked at the car.

"Then go find some materials and I'll revise it myself!"

Qin Huairu also guessed what Yi Zhonghai understood, but now that they were living like this, if she still thought too much about it, she might as well start her own business. Renting a house was not expensive anyway.

Although the situation is difficult now, at least Yi Zhonghai's salary has not changed. Even if he cannot get the full amount in the future, at least he can still earn more than 20 yuan a month.

This money is not only enough for them to live on, but if you add in the income from Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang's begging, their life will be comparable to that of the He family.

So early the next morning, Yi Zhonghai set up the newly modified small pulley, with Jia Zhangshi sitting behind him, and the two of them started begging together.

"Old Yi, take another look, is there really no one who can recognize me like this?"

Yi Zhonghai looked back at Jia Zhang's appearance. "Don't say I can't recognize her. If you don't look closely, you can't tell she's a living person!"

"What are you talking about?"

Yi Zhonghai said awkwardly: "It's just a metaphor, don't worry, others won't be able to recognize it at all."

"By the way, can anyone see that I'm like this now?"

Jia Zhang didn't even look at him and said perfunctorily, "Don't worry, you can't tell it's a person from a distance."

Yi Zhonghai was choked and simply ignored Jia Zhangshi. Instead, he rowed his cart to avoid crowded places and finally slowly arrived near Xizhimen.

"Let's just go here. There are not too many people, not too few people!"

Jia Zhang asked doubtfully, "Old Yi, why don't we go to Qianmen Street? There are many people there."

"What do you know? There are a lot of people but there are also a lot of beggars, and the beggars there are organized. Aren't you afraid that they will cause trouble for you if you go there?"

"Ah? There's an organization here?"

"Of course, you haven't heard of the Beggars' Sect! Some of them are even under the command of the Buddha!"

Jia Zhang looked at Yi Zhonghai suspiciously. "How do you know so much?"

"Do you think you can just come out and beg for food? I overheard these things from people in the workshop before."

"But don't complain that there are not enough people here. There are few beggars, and most of them are retail investors. It's absolutely safe for us to beg here."

Suddenly a middle-aged man walked up to the two and asked, "Hey, are you two paralyzed?"

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang looked up in confusion. After seeing the man, they were obviously still a little unfamiliar with him.

As a result, after just a moment of hesitation, the man continued to exclaim: "Are you still mute? How pitiful."

Yi Zhonghai and Jia Zhang looked at each other and nodded hurriedly. The next second, the middle-aged man took out two dollars and a pound of food coupons and placed them in front of them.

When Jia Zhang saw the money, she was so excited that she almost spoke directly. Fortunately, Yi Zhonghai reacted quickly, and quickly improvised a dumb speech, and then bowed directly to the middle-aged man.

Only then did Jia Zhang react and hurriedly followed suit.

"What a poor fellow!"

The middle-aged man sighed and then shook his head and left the two of them. After he walked away, Jia Zhang picked up the two dollars.

"Oh, you are not dreaming, are you? You only made two dollars in such a short time?"

"Don't talk. Collect the food coupons and money first. Oh, and leave one dollar as a lure."

Of course, Jia Zhang understood what Yi Zhonghai meant, so she quickly put down a dollar, and the two of them continued to squat there, looking pitifully at the passers-by.