Earn tens of billions in the era after binding the sycophant system

Chapter 391 Heartbroken, three cents stumps the old teacher

This kind of pure natural spinach varies in size, it is not the half-foot-long tender green spinach in the previous life, but the kind that crawls on the ground, and it looks very bad.

The little girl seemed to be about 10 years old, and the other one was about 5 years old. Xu Zishan noticed that their hands and ears were full of festering chilblains.

The two little girls looked at Xu Zishan flatteringly, and the older one said again: "Sister, our food is delicious, have you bought it?"

Xu Zishan looked at her basket, it only looked like a pound.

"How do you sell your spinach?" Xu Zishan asked gently.

"I'll give you all these, can I get 1 cents?" The little girl knew that the asking price was relatively high, but she couldn't help it, she needed money.

"Okay, then 1 cents." Xu Zishan said with a smile, "Give it all to me."

Seeing the little girl happily tidying up the dishes, Xu Zishan asked, "Little sister, is it cold in the prefab house you live in now?"

She gave Cicheng a total of 3 model houses to house disaster victims in the summer, which can accommodate at least 36 people, even if the entire city can live there.

I just don't know if those stainless steel houses are as insulated as brick and stone houses.

The older girl looked at Xu Zishan in surprise, shook her head and said, "I don't know, the basement where our family lives."

"The cellar? Why don't you live in the model house? Is it too cold to live in the model house?"

"No," the little girl sucked her snot, "the model house needs to be rented, and our family has no money."

Both Han Xinghui and Xu Zishan were taken aback: "We need to charge rent? Isn't it free for everyone to live in?"

"No, a house costs 2 yuan a month. Our family has no money. My father dug the cellar, and my uncle also dug the cellar."

"Is it warm in the cellar?"

"It's warm but it's too wet and my mum and little brother are sick all the time."

The little girl said that she had already taken out all the spinach from the basket, and looked at Xu Zishan anxiously.

Both Xu Zishan and Han Xinghui were shocked by the little girl's words. The model house she gave out for free was taken by some people and turned into a low-rent house to make a fortune.

Although it only costs 2 yuan a month, it is a huge sum of money for ordinary people in some villages and towns. You must know that the total income of ordinary people in the north may be only a few tens to 100 yuan a year.

For a moment, Xu Zishan was so angry that he couldn't speak.

He took out 1 cents from his pocket to the little girl, took a cardboard box, and asked the little girl to put all the spinach in the box.

Opening the box, there were some bread and cakes inside. Xu Zishan deliberately took out the cakes and bread, frowned and said, "What about these bread and cakes? Is the top of the spinach going to be dirty?"

The little girl stared straight at the bread and cake, swallowing her saliva unconsciously.

Han Xinghui glanced at the two girls, understood Xu Zishan's intentions in seconds, and said, "Throw away all these breads and cakes, otherwise there will be no place to store the dishes."

Seeing that they were going to throw it away, the little girl burst into tears: "Sister, I want to eat bread."

The older girl hurriedly wiped her tears and said, "Don't cry, we have 1 cents, we can buy buns."

Xu Zishan handed them the bread: "You guys throw it away for me later, I'll give you an extra dime."

Is there such a good thing?

Help throw bread and return 1 cents?

The little girl looked at her timidly, feeling like a dream.

Xu Zishan dumped the bread and cakes in front of them, packed their spinach in a cardboard box, got into the car with Han Xinghui, and drove away.

Seeing the basket full of bread and cakes, the two little girls screamed and hugged each other happily: "Qingqing, do you think we have met a fairy?"

Qingqing said: "Sister, they must be gods, how beautiful they are!"

Han Xinghui looked at Xu Zishan and turned his head to look back, and said, "Okay, I became a fairy again! You gave them this basket of bread and cakes, enough for them to have the happiest year."

"Someone has to give us an explanation for the model house." Xu Zishan said angrily, "I don't know how to make money? I'll take... I'll use my face to ask my friends to do charity, but they are lucky to have such a good house Go rent it out!"

Han Xinghui said: "It's your friend's fault. The house you gave me is so nice. If it had been a little more shabby back then, the wealthy people in the city would probably not have liked it, and it would still have been in the hands of ordinary people."

Head buzzing with anger.

"Don't be angry, we will go to them to settle accounts now."

Deliberately went to a village in the suburbs.

The village looks very dilapidated. After the disaster, some people have built adobe houses or thatched houses by themselves, and the courtyard walls have been built up. Children came out of the cellar and played together screaming.

There is no sound of chickens and dogs, and there is no sound of firecrackers for the New Year.

The clothes are ragged, and there are no new clothes for the New Year.

Passing by a market, parked the car, and walked along the street, the more I looked at it, the more I felt heavy.

"Uncle Jiang, these radishes are cheap enough. The Chinese New Year will be here soon, and the stall will be closed later. You must buy some New Year's goods, right? Your son is gone, but your daughter-in-law and grandson are still there. You don't want to buy some New Year's goods. , your daughter-in-law has run away, and your grandson is not easy to raise."

The radish seller was a middle-aged man, talking impatiently to an old man carrying a snakeskin bag.

Someone beside him laughed loudly: "Shh, keep your voice down, he is a scholar! Look, he still wears glasses! Hey, Jiang glasses, can you tell the difference between leeks and wheat seedlings?"

A group of people followed suit and laughed, gossip, and ridicule to the fullest.

Standing not far away, Xu Zishan and Han Xinghui were attracted.

The old man surnamed Jiang had white hair and was wearing glasses. One of his glasses legs was broken, and he was tied to his ears with a cotton thread.

Probably the old man Jiang wanted to buy radishes. He wandered around the street several times, repeatedly lowering the price of radish sellers, and wanted to buy some radishes.

The turnip seller is getting bored.

Someone beside him sighed and whispered that the two sons of the old man Jiang were washed away by the flood, and the eldest daughter-in-law did not return to her mother's house because the two children were still young.

Old man Jiang's family is so poor that his daughter-in-law may not be able to keep her, and her natal family will take her away and marry her.

Some people also said that his eldest daughter-in-law was too pitiful. She had no mother since she was a child, and her sister-in-law didn't treat her well. When she got married, she asked old man Jiang's family for 100 yuan, and the dowry was only given a wooden box.

He is very kind, filial and capable, and if he remarries, someone will definitely be willing to marry him.

"I didn't have a good day when I married into Jiang Xiucai's house, who called him a teacher..."

Xu Zishan walked up to old man Jiang and asked, "Master, have you ever read?"

"Uncle used to be a teacher in the county, but he was driven back and spent time in prison."

The tone of the people around was not very friendly, and they exposed Uncle Jiang mockingly.

Xu Zishan laughed immediately, Porcelain City, you are so cool!

The disaster-relief houses were rented out to ordinary people as low-rent housing, and education has not been restored.

The old man Jiang listened to everyone's discussion and didn't refute. He took out a few steel coins from his pocket, held them again and again, and said to the radish seller with a smile: "Comrade, can 3 cents a catty be okay? Just help me out." OK?"

The radish seller was so angry that he ignored him. You are in trouble, so am I. There are old and young in my family waiting to eat.

(End of this chapter)