I also have cotton and silk quilts, but I don’t like the style anymore, and the size is different from the new quilt cover I bought. These are all excuses for throwing them away.
An old quilt was covering the boy, and an old down jacket was placed next to him. Zhou wanted to leave and not return the bowl. He had paid a deposit anyway, and there was not even a bowl here. I don't know how he survived.
Zhou Xiang left the alley in a depressed mood, pursed his lips, and walked towards the department store.
Although I no longer had any interest in shopping, I still had to buy what I needed. I bought two pieces of woolen cloth for my parents, a few towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap, Yashuang, Pechoin, as well as rain boots, thick socks, gloves, masks, scarves, and hats.
I found a restaurant and ate a bowl of noodles, then thought of the poor boy again, so I packed a bowl of noodles and went back to the alley.
The boy was awake, and even though Zhou Xiang was wearing a hat and a mask, the boy recognized her.
"It's you, thank you for saving me." After saying that, he knelt down and kowtowed.
Zhou Xiang quickly dodged and handed him the bowl, "Eat quickly. A man's knees are made of gold, how can he kneel down so easily?"
Tears welled up in the boy's eyes. It had been so long since anyone had said this to him. He could only kneel down and beg to get a little food.
Now he brought a big bowl of noodles, handed it to his little sister, and told her not to kneel down.
"Don't cry! Eat it quickly. If you eat it when it's cold, you'll get sick again."
The boy picked up the bowl and started eating quickly.
"Go slower, it's not good for your stomach." Zhou Xiang didn't know why he was so patient with this boy. Maybe it was because of his past life!
The boy slowed down his eating and when he finished, he said, "My name is Zuo Heng! Thank you!"
Zuo Heng? Such a strange name, but Zhou Xiang was impressed. He was a wealthy businessman in his previous life! It was said that he often did charity work and adopted orphans.
Is this a treasure? I'm busy studying and doing research, and I don't have time to make money. Isn't this a future entrepreneur? Asking entrepreneurs from past lives to work for me—this idea is fantastic!
"Where are your family members?"
The boy lowered his head. "They are all gone. The flood washed them away. I am the only one left."
"Then are you willing to come with me? Not back to my house, but you'll definitely have a place to live, food to eat, and you can go to school. You'll just have to work for me in the future. By the way, do you still have your household registration book?"
Zuo Heng pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from a gap between the wooden boards. "Is this it?"
Zhou Xiang took it and looked at it. Only the horizontal page was left. Hmm, it was from 1972. She was thirteen years old. You couldn’t tell. You would have thought she was ten years old!
"Come on, let's go to the police station to reissue it. You only have one page now."
Zuo Heng stood up and was about to follow Zhou Xiang out, "Put on that big cotton-padded jacket."
The two went to the nearby police station. A middle-aged man was on duty there. After hearing about Zuo Heng's experience, he felt very sympathetic towards him.
The Huaihe River did flood a few years ago, submerging several nearby villages.
But there is no page for the head of household, and Zuo Heng cannot clearly state the specific location of the village. The village needs to sign before the application can be reissued!
Seeing his embarrassment, Zhou Xiang asked the reason and then asked, "Can we go to the street office to get a certificate? We don't need the food subsidy, just the household registration book."
Seeing that the two children were just looking for a household registration, the man thought for a moment and said, "I'll take you to the street office to ask."
"Thank you, uncle!"
Zhou Xiang and Zuo Heng followed the man to the street, but the street did not agree.
Zhou Xiang threatened, "He lived in that alley for two years, and you didn't even know about it. You're derelict in your duty! I would have reported it, and he almost died. The clinic where I bought my medicine even kept records of what I bought. Your street office is completely useless."
After saying that, he pulled Zuo Heng to leave, "If you don't give us a way to survive, no one will have an easy life."
Seeing that the little girl was capable and knew how to report it to the higher authorities, the street vendor quickly stopped the two of them and said, "Okay, okay, I agree. Take me to see where he lives."
Zhou Xiang glanced at the woman and said, "Hmph, no matter how you look at it, it's your neighborhood committee's fault."
When the two adults saw the small straw nest under the broken wooden board, the woman from the street office couldn't help but tear up. The child had been here for two years, but the street office didn't know about it. They were really derelict in their duty!
The police uncle was even more angry. He kicked the wooden boards and said to the woman fiercely: "Are you going to give me a certificate or not? I have been in your area for two years. I belong to your street."
Zhou Xiangla said to the police officer: "Uncle, the quilt I just bought is still inside. I also bought him the cotton-padded jacket! He only has straw."
The policeman bent down and took out the quilt, then touched Zhou Xiang's head. "Good boy, thank goodness you saved him. Otherwise, a life would have been lost without him noticing."
Zhou wanted to pull his hand away, "Uncle, you are a good person too."
Woman on the street: Am I a bad person?
After returning to the street office, a certificate was issued and the police personally re-registered him. The address was the same alley as before. It was Zuo Heng's request. He said he wanted to always remember the hardships of those two years.
The police uncle patted Zuo Heng on the shoulder and said, "Good, you have ambition!"
The police uncle tore off the bed sheet in the duty room, wrapped the quilt, and took out all the money he had on him to give to Zuo Heng.
Zhou wanted to stop him, "Uncle, I have money, I can support him, don't worry, we will come to see you when we have time!"
He took the quilt from his hand, handed it to Zuo Heng, and the two of them left the police station.
"Where are we going?" Zuo Heng followed Zhou Xiang. This direction was not the station. She said her home was in the town.
"Let's find a hotel and stay. We'll go back tomorrow."
After finding a small hotel to stay in, Zhou Xiang gave Zuo Heng a dollar and said, "Go find a bathhouse and take a shower. I'll buy you some clothes. You can change when you come back."
Zuo Heng nodded, took the money and went out. Zhou Xiang hurried out to buy clothes: underwear, autumn clothes, long johns, sanitary clothes, sanitary pants, large cotton trousers, large cotton jacket, socks and cotton shoes. He had everything he needed, spending just over thirty yuan. No wonder people preferred making clothes to buying them! It was too expensive.
I took the clothes and returned to the hotel. Zuo Heng had already returned and looked at his hair: "Why don't you get a haircut?"
Zuo Heng touched his hair and said, "Just a casual cut will do. It's a waste of money to go to the barber shop."
Zhou Xiang was helpless, "Change clothes first!"
She put the clothes on the bed and went out. Zuo Heng blushed when he saw the underwear. Zhou thought his sister was too thoughtful.
After changing his clothes and coming out, Zhou Xiang looked him up and down, nodded and said, "Not bad, it's better after a haircut. Let's go, get a haircut, and then have dinner."
Although Zuo Heng had just met Zhou Xiang, he knew that she was a stubborn person. What had to be done had to be done, so he had to go to the barber shop to get his hair done.
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