After the heroine's halo was taken away, I was reborn

Chapter 504 It Must Be Him
What a poor child, relatives have passed away one after another, and my eyes were scratched not long ago.

Uncle Zhang sympathized with him.

"It's okay if you don't go home. I'll tell the supervisor and let you take a look at the construction site. You can earn some food every day."

With steamed buns in his mouth, Junzi said, "Thank you, Uncle Zhang."

Uncle Zhang: "It's a little thing, just work more quickly in the future."

Junzi: "Uncle Zhang, don't worry, I will finish my work as soon as possible, and then help you."

Uncle Zhang laughed and said, "Whether to help or not, this is called cooperation."

"Uncle Zhang is right."

Junzi complimented, but when he lowered his head to drink the vegetable soup, there was a gloomy glint in his eyes.

After the meal, the mud-covered men gathered together to talk, smoke a tobacco leaf they rolled themselves, and enjoy this short quiet time.

Just then, the site supervisor came in with several letters and a package.

"General, here is your package."

Junzi, who was about to go to work, was stunned, his brain cooled down quickly, but the blood all over his body began to boil.

How could someone send him a package, it's impossible!
General is just a pseudonym he uses here.

He is Gu Shi, and he is Shi Xiaobao.

Shi Xiaobao is his real name, the name chosen for him by his three older brothers.

Gushi is the new identity that he changed his name and surname after he left the village. He has lived with this identity for more than ten years, until not long ago, he cut off a person's hands, and the name Gushi is destined to be thrown into the dust by him. .

When he came here, he called General, an orphan who didn't even have an ID card.

The name was chosen casually when he was in contact with that Uncle Zhang. No one except this construction site knew his name was General.

So, how come there is his package?

The general stood still, wondering if someone with the same name and surname had recently arrived.

It wasn't until the supervisor stuffed the package into his arms that the general smirked and said, "Thank you, Brother Yang."

"Work hard."

The supervisor surnamed Yang looked him up and down. This person didn't even have an ID card. If it wasn't for Uncle Zhang's introduction, he wouldn't have planned to stay. Now that someone sent him a package, he seemed to be a serious person. .

Director Yang didn't pay too much attention to this half-blind man, and quickly looked away, and began to sort the letters in his hand.

"Junzi, who sent you the package?"

Uncle Zhang came over to take a look. The handwriting on the parcel slip was very neat, as if printed, and the sender's information was blank.

Uncle Zhang was about to ask some more questions when the general went out with the package in his arms.

"Where are the relatives in my hometown. Uncle Zhang, I'll go to work first."

The general left, went to the corner of the construction site where no one was there, and found a sheltered place to look at the package in his hand.

The package was as big as a palm and very light. He shook it first, and felt that there was nothing solid inside, but paper, cloth, or something light.

After pondering for two seconds, the general opened it.

It doesn't matter if the other party is a ghost or a god, since the item has been sent, we have to see what the other party wants to say.

The outside of the package was tightly wrapped with kraft paper tape. The general took out a sharp knife from his waist and opened it with a single swipe.

On the top was a piece of newspaper, not a ball of newspaper, but folded into a small tofu block. Obviously, this newspaper was not a waste for wrapping, but an item sent to him.

Taking away the newspaper, the general saw the great unity of ten yuan a piece.

He continued to dig down, and saw another photo.

He put aside the newspaper and money first, reached out and took out the photo.

In the photo, a man is holding a little boy, and there are two lines of small characters written in red pen next to it.

"Ji Siming...Ji Shaobei's most beloved son..."

"Ji Shaobei? Ji Shaobei..." Is that Vice Captain Ji?
Thinking of this possibility, the general's eyes were immediately stained with madness.

He opened the newspaper, rummaged through it quickly, and then found Ji Shaobei's photo in a prominent place. There were five people on it, two students and three tutors.

The general quickly read the report, and the more he read it, the more excited he became.

He served as a soldier in Nancheng, he is very talented in machinery, and he can speak Russian.

Although the report did not disclose too much information, but these are enough.

It was him, it must be him.

As long as you have been a soldier and your surname is Ji, he thinks it is. As for accidents, there is no way. Whoever let you have such a surname, you must consider yourself unlucky.

And this time it can't be wrong, because someone has already sent him a message.

Although he didn't know who the person was in the dark, but he was really grateful. If the person was in front of him, he would definitely kneel down to thank him and call him dad again.

The general cut off the report with a very sharp knife and put it together with the photos. After that, he counted the money, ten pieces, exactly 100 yuan.

Yes, travel expenses and board and lodging issues can also be resolved.

The general put these things into his bloated cotton coat, and then took off his mud-stained overalls and hard hat. He planned to leave like this, but after thinking about it, he went to the dormitory.

The simple dormitory made of tree blocks and iron sheets is next to the cafeteria.

At this time, many people came back, lying on the Datong bunk, ready to take a short rest.

Just as Uncle Zhang lay down, the general came back again, wearing a big black padded jacket with no overalls on top.

"Junzi, are you done?"

Uncle Zhang thought he came back to sleep.

The general said, "Yes. Uncle Zhang, let me massage your shoulders for you."

"Good good."

Uncle Zhang narrowed his eyes with a smile, and then turned his back to let the general press his shoulders. Not to mention, this kid was very comfortable.

After a while, Uncle Zhang fell asleep, and he woke up slowly until someone pushed him.

"What time is it?"

Uncle Zhang asked subconsciously.

The other party said anxiously: "Uncle, don't ask about the time, our team still has a lot of work to do, if you don't hurry up, you will have to work overtime at night."

In the cold weather, no one wants to work overtime.

Uncle Zhang: "What? Where's Junzi?" With that silly boy around, it's impossible not to finish.

"I don't know, I haven't seen anyone all afternoon."

"what?"

Uncle Zhang subconsciously started to feel for the money bag hidden in his chest, and found it empty.

"Ouch, my money, the money I want to bring back for the Chinese New Year is gone!"

When Uncle Zhang called the supervisor and hurried to report the incident, the general had already boarded the train going north.

……

In mid-December, the exams and end-of-semester work for each school had ended, and the Ji family moved to a new house from the University of Technology.

After looking at the house for a long time, I moved here after consideration by all parties.

The community is not far from the main store of Qingcheng, where the village is located. It is the staff dormitory of the Forestry Bureau. There are guards and walls, so there is no problem in terms of safety.

(End of this chapter)