June 21, 2 a.m.

"Ling ring ring~"

The harsh sound of the alarm clock woke up Zhao Changan, who had not slept peacefully.

Although it was already midnight, the windows were wide open and the fan was humming.

However, inside the bedroom, it was still as stuffy as a steamer, and even the mat was hot.

Zhao Changan, who was clammy all over, took a cold shower.

"Click~"

Go to the kitchen and turn on the gas.

Mix water and flour and start making paste.

At about 2:30 in the morning,

Zhao Changan rolled about forty pieces of rice paper filled with small regular script into a straight scroll.

He was carrying a five-liter bucket full of paste, a brush and a bag containing several clothes and school uniforms.

There were cigarettes and lighters in his pockets.

The schoolbag carries books, papers, all remaining cash, household registration books, and ID cards.

Standing in the living room, I looked around the house where there was nothing of value.

Close the door, lock it, and go downstairs.

It was quiet downstairs, with the eleven buildings in the entire compound and rows of bungalows and tile-roofed houses.

They are all bathed in the silvery moonlight in the darkness, covering up the mountains of garbage and filthy rivers during the day.

Zhao Changan came to the huge blackboard on the wall in Building 3 in the dark.

It is densely covered with recruitment, rental, sale, and transfer information.

He found a place with few advertisements, found a large three-legged chair nearby, and stood against the wall for support.

"Swish, swish, swish~"

Begin to patiently spread the paste evenly on the blackboard.

Then, put a piece of rice paper filled with small characters and stick it firmly.

With such a high temperature, all the moisture in the paste will be dried out before dawn.

Glue the rice paper and blackboard together tightly.

Unless you pour water on it and use a shovel, it won't come off at all.

After posting this one, Zhao Changan posted another one outside the east gate and west gate of the first-building compound.

Then, he carried a schoolbag with rice paper on his back and his clothes bag tucked into the back of his bicycle.

Holding the handlebar with one hand and holding the keg with the other.

I rode out of the compound.

next stop,

Vegetable market,——

About two hours later,

4:30 am.

Under the yellow street lights and the dim moonlight, Zhao Changan rode his bicycle on the empty road.

Arriving at the gate of Dongxin District Construction Committee,

last Stand.

——

June 21st, Sunday.

Clear skies.

5:40 in the morning.

The ground felt like it was on fire early in the morning, and even the air that was breathed in was filled with sultry firepower.

Zhao Changan ran to the door of Lao Zhou Mutton Soup Restaurant.

At this time, Lao Zhou, his wife, his son, his daughter-in-law, and his men began to place tables and chairs outside.

There was no one eating breakfast yet.

"Chang'an is coming,"

Lao Zhou hurriedly entered the room and served Zhao Changan a large bowl of mutton soup, a meat-stuffed biscuit, and a small plate of pickles.

Zhao Changan was not polite and drank two large bowls of free mutton soup in one go.

I drank so much that I burped.

"Uncle Zhou, Auntie, I'm leaving."

"If you want to drink, come and ask your parents to come too."

Lao Zhou looked enthusiastic.

Zhao Changan waved his hand and rode straight to the construction site.

"Our dad is too honest. These things cost more than fifteen yuan. Even if you really don't give me money, how about a false concession?"

Lao Zhou's daughter-in-law whispered to her husband.

"What do you know? Uncle Zhao didn't borrow money back then and drove a tractor to deliver it, but our dad got acute appendicitis and it would have been over later!"

Zhou Yulin, Lao Zhou's son, also lowered his voice.

He warned his newlywed daughter-in-law: "Don't let our parents hear this, let alone these bowls of worthless mutton soup, even if Uncle Zhao's family of three comes to drink it every day, it won't be a problem."

Besides, our job is hard work, but we do make money. We can make a small fortune in a month, so what does it mean?"

"You'll be so proud of me if you give me back a small amount!"

Zhou Yulin's daughter-in-law slapped the man on the shoulder coquettishly.

——

When Zhao Changan rode to the construction site, the first shift workers were eating.

Early in the morning, there was winter melon and pork ribs soup, tofu curd, fried dough sticks, spicy spicy soup, and iced mung bean porridge.

In order to have something cool to drink in the hot summer at the construction site, Niu Meng'en bought four large refrigerators yesterday.

The workers cheered for the boss's benevolence and righteousness.

Xia Changhai and Jiang Jie have not come over yet, which means that the entire construction site does not know what is going on outside.

Zhao Changan was jealous when he saw his parents staying up late, and felt ashamed, secretly cursing that Lao Niu was really as smart as a cow.

After a lot of effort, I finally went back.

Fortunately, I was extremely alert and spoke like a lotus flower, and I was able to fool my father.

but,

The knife has been thrust out now.

You can also let them know.

Zhao Changan walked into the kitchen where the big electric fan was turned on but it was still steaming.

I scooped a full bowl of iced mung bean porridge and drank it in one go.

"Chang'an, you didn't have class yesterday? You can move, but you can't wait until after the college entrance examination. You don't know that every day is as precious as gold to you."

Zhang Lishan was furious when she saw her son.

"It's a showdown. Come, let me show you my regular script."

Zhao Changan took out one of the last two pieces of rice paper with a smile on his face.

——

Xia Wenyang was awakened by a phone call from Ding Lianxing, a mechanic in the compound.

Immediately, he drove to the west gate of the compound.

Seeing Xia Wenyang's car coming, everyone except Ding Lianxing and a few retired workers were there.

The rest of the spectators dispersed in a hurry.

At this time, it is better not to provoke this angry hungry wolf.

Avoid being remembered and settling accounts later in life.

"Mr. Xia, right there."
To be continued...