National Tide 1980.

Chapter 27

The wind is still blowing.

Ning Weimin staggered along the road with his head down.

I can't help it, my legs are so tired that I can't get up quickly.

What's more, the right leg of his trousers had a big hole, and when he took a step, his calf was exposed as if he was wearing a cheongsam.

The upper and sole of the left foot were separated in half, and the toe was sticking out like a toad's mouth.

This kind of luggage is also cumbersome.

Not only that, but what's even more embarrassing is that when he spread his feet, he didn't dare to look back and just ran away.

In a hurry, he ran to Balizhuang, which is two kilometers away.

He was unfamiliar here, and he didn't even know where to find the bus sign.

No, go west along this road, and walk for another two miles.

But not to mention the stop sign, he has never seen a car passing by.

There are only carts pulled by livestock, and there are not even "three jumpers", tricycles, and bicycles. It is even more desolate than the eastern suburbs.

He really wanted to find a department store and quickly change his pants and shoes.

He also wanted to find a place to sit down, eat something to rest his feet, and think about it again.

What happened just now was too fast for his mind to catch up.

Unfortunately, there are neither shops nor places for him to eat and rest.

This road is pure wilderness.

Except for the wild trees and weeds on both sides of the road, there are explosions of smoke dancing in the wind everywhere.

If that's the case, then we'll just have to walk slowly.

After all, the direction is right, and I must find my way home before the sun goes down.

Damn!

Now he is like a hungry bird with broken wings, and his heart is full of embarrassed laments.

Naturally, the benefits of thinking about past lives come.

Still a bull in the internet age.

No matter how remote the area is, if you place an order with the smartphone APP, there will be a car to pick it up.

Where is the need to suffer such a crime?

A society ruled by law is good.

In such a situation, call the police immediately, and make sure you can let these boys go in directly.

If you go back and sue them for bankruptcy, how can you use this kind of anger.

But then again, no matter what happens today, it must be said that it is a fortune among misfortunes.

Thanks to his wit and courage, he was able to escape the danger smoothly.

Otherwise, if you really suffer such a fat beating, you can save your life, and you will inevitably break your arms and legs.

As for the loss, there really isn't much.

Because the money given by the blind liuzi and his own money are all on his body.

It's really gone, but it's all the household stuff in the big bag, and a sack of copper.

And tomorrow, he will definitely not return to the eastern suburbs garbage dump.

Naturally, there is no need to buy the things that the blind streamers asked him to buy on his behalf.

If so, he even earned it.

The key is that he was so careful that his liver was hurt by this innocent disaster.

Not only was his self-esteem savagely trampled, but he was also a little embarrassed.

Because a little back is a little back, but who can be blamed at the root?

Mostly he is to blame.

The master had reminded him a long time ago, and it was not that he did not understand the truth.

But who told him not to take it seriously, he had to run into the ditch.

I am afraid this will make poor people have something to hate.

Therefore, he was embarrassed to tell the old man about his grievances.

Hey, if Master knew, let alone comfort him, he would be guaranteed to run on him.

"You kid, you don't need a brain, it's just a disease. You deserve it! You should find a quiet place and count your own brain cells."

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That day, when Ning Weimin got home, it was already the time when the food was fragrant, it was past six o'clock in the evening.

But it wasn't really that long on the road.

In fact, he walked to Jintai Road after two in the afternoon.

The rest of the time was spent buying shoes, trousers, eating, bathing, and changing clothes.

Therefore, by the time he entered the hospital, he was no longer in a state of despair in wearing open-leg trousers and open-ended shoes.

But putting on new trousers and new shoes has also attracted the eyes of the neighbors with inquiries.

Like Aunt Bian and Aunt Luo, they took the initiative to ask him

"Oh, Weimin, I'm going out today, why did I get a new one when I got back? Did you pick up some kind of treasure? Did you make a fortune?"

"Minzi, it's the first time I've seen you come back so late in the past two days. Hey, why is your big bag gone?"

Ning Weimin had expected this to happen, so he had already made up excuses on the way.

"Hey, Aunt Luo, what kind of money are you making? To tell you the truth, I'm so unlucky today. On the way back, my pants were cut, and I stepped on the mud. Guess what? Wait for me to pull it out. Come out, the face is the face, and the bottom is the bottom. I don’t buy new ones, how can I come back? I have to ask you to lift me up twice to mend these pants…”

"Hey, Aunt. You asked me about the big canvas bag, and let me deal with it. For nothing else, people's garbage dumps put up a notice that they would not be allowed to pick up garbage any more. A man with a red hoop told me that in the future The government is in charge of the garbage dump. As soon as I think about it, those things are no longer needed, so I can just sell them in a mess, and get them for a couple of dollars..."

Hey, to say that this kid can really make up, the story is told vividly.

A few words made Aunt Bian and Aunt Luo laugh.

But then again, this is also a forced smile.

It belongs to the broken teeth and swallowing in the stomach. I know the pain in my heart.

As soon as he entered the room, Ning Weimin changed color.

Lying on the bed, I only knew that I was smoking suffocatingly.

It's a pity that today's old man is on the night shift, he doesn't have to act with anyone anymore, otherwise he will be even more depressed.

For nothing else, the key is that this breath can't be slowed down.

He didn't think about it in his mind, and repeatedly told himself that everything was over, and it was impossible.

Useless, disgusting, aggrieved, so bullying!

Why?

Lao Tzu has suffered so much to finally find a profitable business. It's easy.

As a result, my calculations and operations were all in vain, just to let others bully!

Master said nicely, violence is the helpless act of a fool.

But in the hands of the stubborn arm, smart people can only honestly be the chicken that is carried by the cook?

Could it be that there is nothing you can do except swallow your losses and keep them at a distance?

And just when Ning Weimin was lucky, the rat on the roof also came to make trouble.

These guys don't know what's crazy, it's very abnormal.

It wasn't all dark yet, so there was a commotion on the ceiling above his head, and there was an endless "Squeak".

The most irritating thing was that he saw a mouse tail hanging down from a small hole in the ceiling.

It's not a good idea!

Ning Weimin, who was lying on the bed, felt the wicked fire arching towards his forehead.

He was too lazy to get up, he took the cigarette in his mouth, and took off the socks under his feet and wrapped it into an egg.

Then he threw it hard towards the mouse tail.

It's a pity that the ceiling is too high, and he doesn't have the ability to golden dart Huang Tianba.

So the socks missed the mark, not only did they not hit at all.

Instead, it fell down, hitting his own eyes.

"Ouch!"

Look how unlucky it is.

But let alone this guy, Ning Weimin was actually possessed by Brother Xiu, and suddenly thought of two important gates that were almost ignored.

His eyes were dark, but his heart was bright, and he immediately rolled over from the bed and sat up.

First, this incident is mostly just the people at the junkyard wanting to get revenge on him.

Otherwise, why would these simple-minded people give him money?

If you want to deal with him, of course, the most secure way to start is in the garbage dump, and no one will know if he is buried alive.

Second, these junkyard people are too self-righteous, and the deterrence of violence also requires conditions to be used.

After all, this is the new society, not the old one. If they are real hooligans, he really can't afford it.

The problem is they are not.

They are all people with formal jobs, and they want to continue to live a good life, they will come to him.

As the saying goes, bare feet are not afraid of shoes.

He is a homeless and unemployed orphan, if he really wants to smash the pot, he wants everyone to die together.So who is afraid of whom?

Third, it was also a coincidence that today, in time for the weather, he wore a mask and didn't even show his face.

Even the blind streamers don't know his name and where he lives.

That is to say, now he is in the dark, and those bastards are in the light.

So looking at it this way, this matter is slow, he really may not have to swallow this useless gas...

PS: From the beginning of writing this book, some people have rashly sprayed it.

Some people questioned that Ning Weimin's mother died in a traffic accident, and that Ning Weimin's father died from excessive smoking and drinking.

Some people questioned the purchase of monkey tickets, thinking that monkey tickets cannot be quickly realized, and it is meaningless to buy them and not sell them.

Some people say that the rare is the most expensive, and the more monkey tickets are saved, the cheaper it will be.

Some people say that you should go in and out quickly, buy antiques, buy courtyard houses, etc., in short, think that it is impossible to make money by monkey tickets.

People who think like this in their minds actually only have the routines in other rebirth texts in their minds.

As if the world had only one possibility.It's like the common sense that rare is precious, and others don't know it.

These are the same people who don't even know that there were horse carriages, livestock, mountain roads, and liberation trucks in the past.A car accident is a possibility in their minds.

These are the same people who don't even know the liquor that costs eight cents, one cent, or three cents in the past, and the bee cigarettes and Dagong cigarettes that cost a few cents.It is even less clear that the more hardworking people at the bottom, the more they like to numb themselves with tobacco and alcohol.I don't know that even the coachmen of the old society spent a little money on tobacco and alcohol, and even the nails were allowed to drink alcohol.

These are the same people. I haven’t even counted how many times the monkey ticket has increased. In which year is private house sales allowed, when will there be channels to buy used goods, when can self-employed individuals engage in simple small commodity trading, and when can they open private companies? , are not clear.

Otherwise they would not have expressed such an opinion.

Their understanding of the old days is probably limited to their own imaginations.

The past they recognize is probably only a part of what they are willing to believe.

I was too lazy to pay attention to it at first, I just thought this kind of logic of carving a boat and seeking a sword was really funny, but for the sake of friends who really read books to reduce invalid comments, let me 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 hints in the book.

The fact that other rebirth monkey tickets are useless does not mean that this book is the same.If you haven't seen the monkey ticket seller, I'll let you meet.

This article monkey ticket is a weapon.In the future, the necessary props in the plot will not only be sold, but also play a role beyond everyone's imagination.

Second, collection is about cost-effectiveness, collection is about order, and it is about the legal system and objective conditions.

To put it simply, old things are cheap, but they can be compared with each other.

Buy it with your eyes closed, you can do anything, it's too stupid, there will definitely be trade-offs.

This question is so far and will not be raised in the future.

Readers who have read my old works should know roughly.

I wrote the book objectively based on real history, and it is supported by real data.

When will my protagonist do something.

The age and society I write about are not just imaginary old times.Nor is there just one possible world.

(End of this chapter)