"I want all your books. Here are twenty dollars. But I have one condition."
"Tell me what the conditions are!" The old man looked at the money on the table and swallowed.
With this money, his wife's illness can be cured, and she might even be able to see her son...
"You should have more than these notes. I want the rest."
When Lu Zhiye said this, the old man's expression changed slightly.
He squatted in the corner, holding his head with both hands, and struggled for a long time before he slowly uttered: "Many of my books are unique copies.
How about this, you give me another ten dollars and you can take all the books in my cabinet."
Those books were his treasures, and he never gave them up even when things were going through the hardest times.
Now, forget it, forget it, I’m just a bunch of old bones, there’s no point keeping them.
Leaving it to this child can be considered a legacy.
Lu Zhiye raised his chin slightly: "Let me take a look at your book first."
"Come with me."
The old man, hunched over, took Lu Zhiye into a house. The rooms in Beijing were all filled with real beds.
Unlike in Heilongjiang Province, where they all have big kangs.
The old man struggled to move a tattered bed, lifted the wooden boards, and dragged out a wooden box.
Lu Zhiye looked at the oil painted around the wooden box and nodded with satisfaction.
The books in the wooden box were well preserved, but the most eye-catching ones were the dozen or so notebooks on top.
"I copied these notes. They also contain some of my own experiences and insights.
I see you are very interested in this, do you have an orchard there?"
The old man struggled for a long time and finally asked the question in his mind.
Lu Zhiye was waiting for him to ask this question, so he helped him move the box to the living room, flipped through it casually and said, "Our brigade has taken over the orchard.
But some fruit trees never grow and bear fruit.
It was a coincidence that I opened the black market this time. I will show the book to the team and see if this problem can be solved."
The old man's eyes flickered again and again. If it were in the past, he would have followed and taken a look without saying a word.
But now...he looked at his room with some dejection.
He sighed heavily and waved his hand: "See if these are worth it. If they are, take them.
I just want to ask you to keep these things safe."
Only after seeing Lu Zhiye nod firmly did the old man let go and let him move the things away.
There was no movement outside. Lu Zhiye came with nothing in his hands, but left with a lot of gains.
The old man stood at the door, looking at his receding figure, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.
His back, which was not straight to begin with, became even more hunched.
Hearing the coughing sound in the house, the old man quickly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and walked into the house.
The old lady in the room seemed to know what he had done, and she tried to grab his arm with trembling hands.
"Yes, it's my fault. My body is not strong enough to support me."
The old man took her bony hand in his palm and said with a smile, “Look at what you are saying.
Those things are external to my body. Isn't my brain better than those?
Don't think too much, I'll go to the hospital to get you some medicine. Drink it and we'll be fine."
After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the old lady to speak. He put his hands behind his back and walked quickly towards the hospital.
Lu Zhiye walked to a deserted place and put the things into the space.
Looking at the sun, it's time to eat.
Just as he sat down in the state-owned restaurant and ordered some vegetarian noodles, a child ran in.
Staring at his big bowl of noodles, drooling.
Lu Zhiye:........
The waiter looked at the dirty little boy impatiently and drove him away, "Go away, there's no food for you!"
The people eating in the restaurant also burst into laughter, probably because they saw this child often.
At first, Lu Zhiye didn't take it seriously. He wasn't the Holy Father or the Holy Mother.
You can't hide your money when you see someone can't afford to eat, right? That's what's wrong with your brain!
However, just as Lu Zhiye withdrew his gaze, he suddenly noticed a white note in his slightly curled hand.
The little boy's eyes kept glancing out, and every move made Lu Zhiye alert.
It seemed that he was being targeted by Meng Deyi's men again. Meng Yigu had no choice but to arrange for a child to come in.
Lu Zhiye patted the seat next to him and said, "Come, sit here. I want another bowl of vegetarian noodles."
The waiter rolled his eyes. Another person was fooled by this boy.
"Hey, young man, don't be fooled by this kid, he has a very cunning eye.
He specifically targets you outsiders. All the outsiders who come here to do business have given him a few cents.
Dad doesn't care and mom doesn't ask, do you think he dares to come to me?"
The speaker was a bald man. As he spoke, he waved his arms in a pretentious manner.
The little boy subconsciously shrank his neck, lowered his head and said nothing.
Lu Zhiye thanked the man with a smile on his face, but in his heart he sneered at such people.
Nowadays, many people can’t afford to eat and have to go out to beg for food.
If you don't want to give it, just don't give it. Judging from his attitude, he must have beaten the kid many times.
What kind of man is it if he uses his power to show off his authority on his children?
But he didn't meddle in other people's business. After all, he could only manage things for a while, not for a lifetime.
When you first arrive, it’s better not to get yourself into trouble.
Taking advantage of the cover of tables and chairs, the little boy slipped a small note into Lu Zhiye's hand.
Then he picked up the vegetarian noodles on the table and ate them with relish.
Lu Zhiye threw the note into the space and immersed his consciousness in it, waiting to see the words on the note clearly.
He felt mixed emotions.
He quickly drank two sips of soup and walked out.
The little boy finished his bowl of rice and saw that there was still half a bowl of soup left in Lu Zhiye's bowl.
He quickly brought it over and started drinking it in big gulps.
His action drew the others' sneers again: "I still have some soup here, do you want some?"
The man picked his teeth with a wooden stick, then smiled and spat into the bowl.
He pushed the bowl forward as if giving alms, and the little boy clenched his fists again and again.
Finally, he left the state-owned hotel with his head down and without saying a word.
It doesn’t matter, just eat your fill today, go home and lie down for a day, and you’ll be able to hold on tomorrow!
At this time, Lu Zhiye, who had just left the state-owned hotel, did not go to the place Meng Yiguo mentioned immediately.
His eyes were fixed on the man at the entrance of the alley, with a white sweat towel draped over his shoulders.
Even though he was sitting there calmly smoking, his eyes would occasionally glance at the entrance of the state-owned restaurant.
It wasn't until Lu Zhiye came out that he breathed a sigh of relief.
Lu Zhiye turned his head slightly and noticed that the man was following him, so he walked slowly towards the state-owned hotel.
When we arrived at the hotel, the guy who was repairing the car had not returned yet.
Lu Zhiye walked towards his room in silence.
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