Chapter 234: Sneaking through the garbage dump

Old man Pan didn't care at all that he had just been bullied.

This is nothing.

He was beaten up in the early years.

He looked at the meat skewers and swallowed.

I haven't eaten anything since I woke up.

But he lied and said he was full.

The grandchildren had a hard life. Their parents died early. It was already very good for the three of them to have survived after fleeing here.

The two children grew up very early, and he saw it all and felt very distressed.

But he was old and sick, so he couldn't do odd jobs. He could only go to the vegetable market from time to time to pick up some vegetable leaves and cook them.

All the money in the house was earned by the two children.

He felt guilty and distressed.

How can I snatch food from a child?

"If Grandpa doesn't eat it, we won't eat it either."

The siblings pouted.

Refuse to eat.

The three of them were in a stalemate for a long time before Old Man Pan tore off a piece of meat pie and put it into his mouth.

The fried meat pie is crispy and fragrant.

I got the meat in one bite.

The fragrance made old man Pan almost cry.

"Oh, no wonder that shop is doing so well, the food they make is so delicious."

He didn't swallow the meat pie until it was so chewy in his mouth.

After he finished speaking, someone poured a mouthful of mung bean soup into his mouth.

The cool taste made him feel less hot.

It turned out that it was his eldest grandson who fed him.

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren sat in the shabby house without windows and ate delicious food happily.

This meal.

It was the most delicious thing they had ever eaten in their lives.

the other side.

Bai Qianshan returned to the shop with wounds all over his body. He only stayed for a while before going home.

He really can't afford to lose this person.

The Bai family snack shop was handed over to Jiang Lingu and his wife.

In the morning, the shop's business was pretty good.

Although some money was refunded.

But there are still some customers who are not picky about food and leave after eating.

But since that incident.

No one came into the shop anymore.

Until closing the shop in the evening, there was not a single business.

In the backyard, the mung bean soup in the jar had already gone bad.

That’s not all.

The dough has fermented and tastes sour.

Also, you can’t eat cold noodles anymore.

The couple brought their child, picked out edible ingredients, and managed a meal.

"We can't go on like this. If it's still like this tomorrow, how can we keep this shop open? Boss, you have to think of a solution. We can't be chased away."

Zhou Gaier was a little scared.

"Well, we still have to sell barbecue, but we don't have bamboo sticks, so we can only go back to the village to find someone to do it. The previous bills have not been settled yet, and the Bai family will definitely not pay for it. After all, the shop didn't make any money."

Jiang Lingu was a little annoyed.

After dinner.

He walked to the Bai family's house and lingered at the door for a long time.

Finally there was a knock on the door.

"What's up? How's business this afternoon?"

Bai Qianshan was leaning on a recliner, and as he spoke, he was holding an egg in his right hand and applying it to his eyes.

After applying it, he couldn't bear to throw it away and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Oh no, that happened this morning, not a single customer came..."

Jiang Lingu's voice was very low.

Afraid that Bai Qianshan would be angry.

"Hurry up and sell the barbecue." Bai Qianshan knew that the shop's business was affected by him.

So I held back my anger.

"Master, we are short of bamboo sticks, and we haven't bought any meat or vegetables yet. I calculated that I need to prepare at least one or two taels of silver. Bamboo sticks are more laborious to make than bamboo tubes, so the price is naturally higher. In addition, the last time I collected bamboo tubes, the bill was not settled, so..."

Jiang Lingu saw that his face was becoming increasingly gloomy.

I dare not say any more.

"No need to buy anything. You haven't made any money yet, but you're spending it every day. How can this work? I invited you here, but you don't think about helping me make money and always take money out of my pocket. What's the point of keeping you here?

So, don't go back to the village to get bamboo tubes in the future. There are so many that have not been used up. As for bamboo sticks, Jiang's snack shop often throws a lot of them into the trash can when closing the shop. You can pick them up at night and wash them and use them."

Bai Qianshan doesn't have much money in his pocket.

I'm not willing to pay another pound.

He came up with a bad idea.

The corners of Jiang Lingu's mouth twitched twice, and he lowered his head and rolled his eyes.

At first, when Bai Qianshan found him.

He thought Bai Qianshan was very rich.

It turns out he was just trying to show off and appear stronger than he actually is.

"Okay, I get it. I'll pick it up tonight." He didn't resist.

Agree obediently.

"Well, you go out now. I will ask my wife to go to the shop tomorrow, and she will buy the vegetables. Don't worry, I have already told her. You ask Zhou to do as I say. No matter what my wife says, don't listen. Just run the shop well and come back with the account book in three days. Don't bother me in the next two days."

Bai Qianshan moved slightly.

My body aches all over.

He took a deep breath and let out a hissing sound.

He was used to being lazy, and after working for only the whole morning, he was too lazy to go to the shop again.

After driving Jiang Lingu away.

Bai Qianshan went back to the house and lay down.

Night falls.

The moonlight shines softly on the street.

The shop had been closed long ago, with countless wooden doors tightly shut.

There was no one on the street except the night watchman.

Suddenly, a figure flashed by.

Walk straight towards Jiang's shop.

Outside the back door of Jiang's Snack Shop there is a wooden barrel half a person's height. It was placed there by someone in charge of the street. Every day at the hour of Mao, someone would come with a cart to transport the garbage.

Not every shop has wooden barrels.

You have to pay for this stuff, or you can just deal with the garbage yourself.

If you throw things around randomly, you will be discovered by the manager.

The shop could no longer operate.

You also have to pay a fine.

Similar to modern properties.

However, the management of the streets is under the jurisdiction of the government.

Very powerful.

Jiang Lingu hid in the dark, waiting for the night watchman to leave.

He just came out from the corner.

Rummaging through the trash can.

Behind him, there is a big backpack.

Every time you pick up a handful of bamboo sticks, you throw them behind.

These bamboo sticks were burnt black and could not be washed clean.

But it's not his shop.

Why does he care so much?

Only when the shop was half full did he sneak back to the Bai family shop.

"Wife, wash it quickly, we will need it tomorrow morning."

It doesn't matter if I don't get a penny.

You have to pick up bamboo sticks from the trash can.

Jiang Lingu was so disgusted that he almost died.

After all, he was a bookkeeper before.

Where have I ever done these things?

"Okay, I'll wash it. You quickly set up the stove. Fortunately, the moon is bright tonight, otherwise there wouldn't even be an oil lamp and we would have to work in the dark."

Zhou Gaier took the backpack.

She wiped the sweat off her forehead.

My body, which had just been washed, became sticky again.

"Hush! Keep your voice down! Don't wake my son up."

Jiang Lingu quickly covered her mouth.

The two dared not speak any more.

Everyone went about their own business.

The sky gradually brightened in the east and the morning glow began to appear.

The rooster in the Jiang family's backyard kept clucking "Ah-ah-ah-ah".

Jiang Fubao was awakened by a natural alarm clock. She squinted her eyes, sat on the bed, stretched her body and got up.