Chapter 317 The origin of the grandfather who begs for food is not ordinary
Ma Qijun, who had a strong sense of time, would not allow anyone to violate the rules.
Even a second can lead to coordination of teamwork on the battlefield, especially at critical moments.
This was known to everyone, and now all the people who had disbanded gathered around.
——What happened?
--have no idea.
——Could it be what Zhang Daniu talked about last night?
——It’s pure nonsense. I don’t even want to listen to it.
Everyone below was talking in low voices, and only Zhao Heihu and a dozen others were staring at Ma Qijun fiercely, not daring to look him in the eye.
"I just made the mistake of eavesdropping on you..." Zhao Heihu wanted to say that the punishment would not be so severe, but he did not dare to say it.
Ma Qijun was not angry either. He paced back and forth in front of a row of savage people with his hands behind his back, "What did you hear?"
"Report." Daniu took the lead and said in a high-pitched voice and with a proud and heroic figure:
"When we heard the leader making the call, we wondered if it was to his wife."
"There's more." Ma Qijun's mouth twitched. These people are really too idle on weekdays.
"Report." Zhao Heihu straightened his back and said, "We observed the head of the group's expression and heard that you...you smiled softly, so you must have called your wife."
Ma Qijun's pupils shrank and he touched his chin subconsciously. Is that so?
Does he really smile gently?
As he was thinking about this, Ma Qijun left the training ground and walked towards his office.
A swarm of people quickly gathered together.
——Really? Is the leader really married?
——It seems to be true to me. Look, I was not punished even though I was eight seconds late.
——Yes, I missed the mark by three seconds in the last assessment, so I was sent to a field camp for three months of hard training.
In an instant, a group of big bosses looked at each other knowingly, and silence was more powerful than words.
"Heizi, are we going to stand here all the time?" Da Niu wiped the mud off his face.
Zhao Heihu shook his head, feeling like crying: "Don't ask me, the boss didn't say anything, 555..."
To the city.
Ye Xiaomei hung up the phone and ran to school with light steps. Her cheerful look added some rosy color to her usually taciturn face.
As soon as school was over, he took off on the spot, with the cloth bag bouncing on his hips with his steps.
As soon as she got back to the dumpling restaurant, Ye Xiaomei took off her schoolbag and cleaned up the dishes left by the customers:
"Mom, I won't be back home after school tomorrow evening. Qijun will come pick me up."
Zhao Mei's eyes widened and then she smiled: "Okay, then I'll close the shop this morning and go for a walk to see if there's anything I need and buy something."
"Okay."
Ye Xiaomei had just tied the apron that her mother had taken off when Jia Nannan arrived.
She did whatever work there was, and hurried to greet the guests who came. When she saw that Aunt Mei was not around, she ran over to make dumplings.
He glanced at Ye Xiaomei intentionally or unintentionally, and said hesitantly:
"Xiao Mei, I heard from Auntie the day before yesterday that the store will be closed during the holidays?"
"Well, my mom has to go back to help me look after the kids." Ye Xiaomei wiped the table clean and turned to greet the visitor. Seeing that it was a classmate, and she was in a good mood today:
"Zhou He, I'll treat you guys to dinner today. Nan Nan, give me three bowls of dumplings."
Ye Xiaomei put down the rag and sat down and asked, "Zhou He, aren't you from here? Why are you eating out after school?"
Zhou He looks gentle and taciturn, and always gives people a shy feeling when speaking:
"I have an appointment with my classmates to have a party at my house today." He hesitated, "You can come over and play too."
This... Ye Xiaomei is not prepared for this, and she still has to go to the hot pot restaurant to make some arrangements later.
"Some other time. I really have something to do today and can't get away." Ye Xiaomei stood up to serve the dumplings.
I happened to see two students from other classes whispering to each other - I didn't expect that you couldn't even invite your classmates.
——Yes, Zhou He, we are my former deskmate.
"Ahem." Zhou He pretended to clear his throat, and the two stopped discussing.
"Boss, two bowls of dumplings, please."
"Come right over." Ye Xiaomei hurriedly greeted the guest who came in.
As soon as she left, the people at Zhou He's table started talking again: "Are you capable of this? It's just a gathering together, and we're not going to do anything to her."
Zhou He was poked by an elbow. He rubbed his arm slowly:
"You two just transferred here this year and don't know the situation. Ye Xiaomei is married. You two asked me to invite you and I came. You saw it too. Why bother? If you wanted to have a drink with someone, didn't you invite Shang Zhen? That girl can make all of you guys drunk."
As he spoke, Zhou He started to eat the gelatin. The gelatin burst in his mouth, with rich layers of taste, and his mood instantly improved a lot.
——How can it be the same? Sang-jin, I don’t think she is a woman at all, but this is different.
"If I had known you were thinking this, I wouldn't have come at all." Zhou He got up and left, looking back at Ye Xiaomei, wishing she hadn't been married.
Ye Xiaomei put down the dishes for the guests and wiped her hands on her apron:
"Zhou He, why haven't you finished eating?"
When chasing out of the door, Zhou He's back was swaying in the crowd. He didn't look back, but just raised his hand and bowed.
"What a waste." Ye Xiaomei muttered as she started to pack up. She remembered her mother saying that there would always be an old beggar with his grandson coming over in the evening.
Keep some for others. If it’s not enough, add some more glue to go with it.
At seven o'clock in the evening, Zhao Mei came back from outside with a lot of bags. She didn't even bother to mention what she bought, but hurried to help.
"Nannan, where is Xiaomei?" Zhao Mei asked while tying her apron.
"Look, it's on the other side." Nan Nan put down the colander and hurriedly washed her hands. As long as the chef came back, she would be responsible for bringing the bowls and wiping the table.
Squatting under the street light across the road were the familiar old scavenger and his young man.
Ye Xiaomei was squatting in front of them, watching the grandfather and grandson eating dumplings:
"Grandpa, you are getting quite old, aren't you?"
The eldest master's face was covered in black and gray, and the only dirt he had was the white wrinkles in his hair. His hair was messy and it seemed like he hadn't had a trim in many years.
Hanging on his shoulder was a cloth bag that was so dirty that you couldn't tell its original color. Beside him was a stack of neatly arranged paper boxes tied up with ropes, with two cans stuffed in the gaps.
"I'm over a hundred years old, hahaha..." Although the old man's face was full of sorrow, his laugh was particularly hearty.
After drinking all the soup in one gulp, he patted the head of the seven or eight-year-old child beside him:
"Be good, eat slowly, Grandpa will wait for you."
"Hmm, hmm, hmm." The little boy nodded vigorously, holding the chopsticks in his little hands and putting the dumplings into his mouth. His dirty little face was stuffed like a hamster.
"Grandpa, you are really old." Ye Xiaomei really didn't expect that such an old scavenger would be so old.
"Ahahaha, don't think about anything. I just live a long life." The eldest master lifted up his dirty and shiny lapel and wiped his mouth.
Ye Xiaomei then noticed that his clothes were still the kind of buttoned and slanted-collared clothes that were popular many years ago, but they were too dirty so it was not noticeable at first glance.
"Grandpa, where did you bring your grandson from? Why don't you go back to your hometown to check on the household?"
Ye Xiaomei asked subconsciously, she is already this old, running around outside, and the weather is getting cold. If she gets frozen to death in winter, what will she do with such a little kid by her side?
Unexpectedly, the old man took off the last piece of skin standing on his beard and stuffed it into his mouth, saying slowly:
"My hometown is Changshou Village, which has been abandoned for a long time. There is nowhere else to go, so I can only take him out to beg for food. As long as you are alive, you have to eat a bite of food. As long as you are alive, you only eat a bite of food."
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