Old Man Guan rested in the room for a while and looked around. This room should belong to Zhao Daming. Work clothes were hung on the wall. It was a hundred times better than the house he lived in before. The room had a cement floor, cabinets, boxes, and even a radio.
Old man Guan got up with the box on his back and lifted the kang mat. There was straw underneath the kang mat. Old man Guan climbed onto the kang with difficulty and rummaged through the cabinet. In the cabinet he found 350 yuan from selling porcelain last night. He rummaged through the cabinet again and found another 200 yuan.
Old Man Guan heard Zhao Wu knocking on the door next door, but there was no movement. When he came to report the news just now, the neighbors should have heard the noise. Now it is obvious that they don't want to meddle in their family's affairs.
Zhao Laowu didn't give up and went to knock on other people's houses again.
Old Man Guan carried the box and searched all the cabinets on the floor, and found more than three hundred yuan. Zhao Daming was really good at hiding money, hiding it here and there. Old Man Guan thought there might be more in the house, but he didn't have time to look for it.
Old Man Guan took out a match from his pocket, took out some straw from under the kang mat, lit it, and put it on the kang mat. This way the fire would burn the kang mat first and it would not catch fire so quickly.
He hurried out of the house carrying the suitcase on his back, and leaned out to hear Zhao Wu knocking on someone else's door again. The neighbors were in perfect sync and there was no movement from any of their houses.
Old man Guan grinned. It was not easy to gain such popularity.
As soon as I came out, I felt a chill on my legs, so I grabbed a pair of pants and put them on. I was already out, so forget it. Old man Guan was pressed into a right angle by the box. He was not familiar with the yard and did not see any tools. At this moment, the tools did not matter, the important thing was to leave quickly.
Old Man Guan stuck his head out of the gate and saw Zhao Wu knocking on the house of the old lady from whom he collected skinny chickens during the day.
"It's a disaster, it's a death announcement, knocking on the door in the middle of the night" the old lady's sharp curses echoed throughout the village.
Zhao Wu: "Sister, I'm Lao Zhao. Something's happened to my son Damin. Can you help me..."
"What are you helping with? Help digging the grave? I can't help. Doesn't your family never have anyone die there? If you have the ability, crawl into the grave yourself. If you don't have the ability, you will be a maggot rotting in the house." The old lady stood in the yard and cursed.
"Sister, it's our family's fault. Please, I'll give you money, not for free." Zhao Wu was originally a servant, he could bend and stretch, so a few scoldings were nothing.
At this time, Old Man Guan walked out of the Zhao family's gate with a box on his back. If Zhao Wu looked home, he would immediately find him. Unfortunately, he was thinking about saving his son at that moment.
Zhao Wu was busy dealing with the matter and didn't notice that an old thief came out of his yard.
When the old lady heard that Zhao Wu was willing to pay, she rolled her eyes and said, "Ten dollars, I'll go with you to take a look."
Zhao Wu... "No, big sister, my son was injured. It's too late for us to go there, so I asked your two sons to go over and help."
"Zhao Wu, you're such a jerk! Your son was injured, and you still want my son to help. You old bastard, you old bastard, get out of here!"
Zhao Wu begged again and agreed to give him twenty yuan.
The old lady disagreed.
The two men were arguing with each other when an old man wearing a red triangle coat ran away from behind with a box on his back on a bicycle.
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