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Although Zhang Hengu is only a part-time migrant worker, his living habits are quite good.Washing your face, brushing your teeth, and shaving your beard, these tasks are constantly windy and rainy every day.Of course, these good habits were all trained by his wife Zhang Momo.Before picking up Zhang Momo, because he had no illusions about his future, Zhang Hengu, like everyone else, basically didn't wash his face when he got up, and he didn't wash his hands after eating.Beards, if left alone for a long time, may turn into a big forest, just pluck them out one by one with your hands in your free time, or cut them all together during the haircut.And a haircut is a very luxurious enjoyment, and it is only done once a year during the Dai New Year, so most of the time, Zhang Hengu has always appeared in front of his servants as an Arab bearded man.

These habits of Zhang Hengu allowed Zhang Momo to take care of them in ten days, which fully reflected the nature of yellow people who are afraid of their wives.Even though he was far away in Beijing, thousands of miles away from the Dai Gang, Zhang Hengu did not abandon this fine habit.Others get up at six o'clock, but he gets up at 05:30. In Dayan Feng's words, it's called tidying up, just as solemn as going to the execution ground.In fact, what Zhang Hengu had to do was to dig a big hole mechanically and repeatedly every day, no matter how clean and tidy the cleaning was, there would be no beauties to patronize.

The warm and humid climate of the Dai Gang makes the people here naturally delicate, whether they are men or women.Among the migrant workers, Xiuqi is not even worth a fart.

Zhang Hengu did not have the traditional elegance of the Dai people, even if he dressed up for half an hour, he could only look neat and tidy.After cleaning up, under the scorching sun, Zhang Hengu was about to go to the construction site to work hard with his fellow workers.

Big Eye Feng's batch of work is to use human labor instead of mechanical hard work.Because the road traffic has not been cut off, the construction along the street cannot be carried out with machinery, only labor can be used instead, which is said to minimize losses.No matter what the leaders think, anyway, Big Eyed Feng and his group have long-term jobs, as long as they can make money, no one cares what the leaders think.

Zhang Hengu cherished this job very much. Although he didn't earn much money, he found that these people spoke quickly and none of them regarded him as an outsider, so he resolutely stayed.Sleeping in the shed every day, drinking the northwest wind, everyone sang and scolded together, worked together and had no complaints at all.The biggest hope is that after the salary is paid, except for keeping my own living expenses, I will immediately send everything back to the old wife of the Dai Gang, Zhang Momo, so that she can be happy.As long as Zhang Momo can laugh, it will be worth it even if he is exhausted.

Big-eyed Feng made a lot of jokes about Zhang Hengu, saying that men are cheap, and they can bear such heavy physical labor in order to make their wives smile.

Big-eyed Feng is not tall and wears glasses, but his strength is much stronger than Zhang Hengu's, and he doesn't feel tired at all doing these jobs just like playing.The hard-working spirit of Henan people is perfectly reflected in him.

In Beijing in August, the morning sun is already very poisonous, and the sun is burning on the body.There is no wind, the body has not worked yet surrounded by the sun, and the body is already sweating profusely.Although Zhang Hengu's hometown of the Dai Gang is located in the tropics, it seldom has such hot and dry weather.Zhang Hengu wiped his sweat while working, and by the time it was past ten o'clock, the sweat on his body was gone, and there was nothing to wipe, but he felt shortness of breath and some symptoms of heatstroke.

Big Eyed Feng and the others couldn't stand the heat, they all took off their shirts, leaving only a pair of shorts on their bodies.While working, Big Eyed Feng occasionally looked up and found that although Zhang Hengu was naked, there was still a red scarf around his neck.

In fact, Zhang Hengu had been wearing this scarf all the time, but these people never noticed it.Everyone stripped off today, and this red scarf looked a bit dazzling.

"Hey, Zhang Hengu, what kind of butter boy are you learning from? Why are you still wearing a scarf in this hot weather? Do you want to make stinky tofu?" Big Eyed Feng asked.

Zhang Hengu smiled embarrassedly, and said: "Oh, my wife asked me to wear this when I came out, and said that wearing this would save bad luck. My wife said, you have to wear it whether it works or not."

"Whether it works or not?" Tong Tong asked.

"It goes without saying, of course it works." Zhang Hengu said decisively, "Before I came to work here, I almost met Hades at the Beijing Film Studio. The car was so fast that day, just listen to it." With a squeak, the recruiter next to me was knocked flying more than ten meters away, and died without even groaning. In fact, I was walking next to him. At that time, I saw a piece of melon rind on the side of the road, and I was afraid of falling. All of a sudden, I took a step towards the sidewalk. It was such a coincidence that at this moment, the car crashed into it from behind. Do you think this red scarf will work?"

"That's not necessarily true, it's just a chance factor." Big-eyed Feng said, "But it is said that red things can ward off evil spirits. In our hometown, everyone who celebrates their birth year wears a red belt. I guess your wife may be from Henan. ?”

Zhang Hengu regained his energy as soon as he heard it, as long as he mentioned his wife, he would be more excited than a chicken blood.After he came here, he liked to talk about his wife with others the most. He seemed to be afraid that others would not know that he had a fairy-like wife in his family. Every time he mentioned Zhang Momo, he would say "our wife is so beautiful".Now hearing Big Eyed Feng talk about her wife, of course he is more energetic.Said: "That's true. I heard her speak with Feng Ge's accent somewhat similar." In fact, Zhang Hengu slept with his wife for more than a year, and he really didn't ask her where she came from.It's not that Zhang Momo doesn't speak, but Zhang Momo can't speak at all.But if you really guess according to Big Eyed Feng's way of thinking, you can't guarantee that she is really from Henan, or not too far from Henan.

Thinking of this, Zhang Hengu's words were endless immediately, and he kept asking about the customs and habits of Big Eyed Feng's hometown, to see if he and Zhang Momo had anything in common.

Tong Tong laughed and said: "It's your wife, I don't know where she is from, so I don't think it was stolen or robbed?"

Others also booed, "I don't even know where my wife is, and I don't even want to see my mother-in-law!"

Zhang Hengu felt a sudden heartache. What everyone said was true. Zhang Momo had been with him for a year, and he didn't even know Zhang Momo's real name, let alone where her home was. ?Zhang Momo felt uncertain how painful it was, everyone has a home, where is Zhang Momo's home?If you can help Zhang Momo find a home, then this trip to Beijing will not be considered in vain.

But think about it the other way around, what if Zhang Hengu, Zhang Momo's hometown, can be found?Zhang Hengu is a person with self-knowledge.If his wife had no mental problems, it would be impossible for him to keep a beauty like Zhang Momo at home.Although Zhang Hengu is strong and strong, what extraordinary ability does Zhang Momo allow a beautiful woman like Zhang Momo, who can drip water, to live in those two houses that are soaked by the wind and rain?

If that's the case, stay at home and be silly.Zhang Hengu finally made the most wise decision in his life. For Zhang Momo, never care about her surname, and never inquire about the origin of her hometown.What he can do now is to recite Amituofo a few more times, and the red scarf blesses him, so that he can live in health and earn more pocket money for Zhang Momo.

But would those professional killers listen to Amitabha?

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