When Zhou Wenzhong walked out of the door, he first looked around. No one was passing by on the street. Then he looked up at the sky. It was a bit gloomy. The weather was dry and cold. Going home? It was even colder at home.

He looked at Madman Bai sitting on a few bricks and walked over.

He took out the vegetable dumplings wrapped in newspaper from his arms, broke off a third of it and handed it over. Madman Bai took it, smelled it, and quickly put it in his arms.

"Play me a song."

"Give me another half."

Zhou Wenzhong gave him the remaining vegetable dumplings and the newspaper, then walked along the wall and sat on the ground.

"Don't go on forever! I'm done."

"Haha, you gave it to me, how do you eat it?"

"I'm still young, I can eat as much as I want."

"Renyi! What music are you listening to?"

"whatever."

Madman Bai straightened his back, sat up, straightened his erhu and started playing.

The miserable erhu sound aroused Zhou Wenzhong's "homesickness" mood. After listening to it for three minutes, the more he listened, the more uncomfortable he became. The more he listened, the more he wanted to go back "home". Zhou Wenzhong almost cried, and he couldn't help but sing:

"Leaving the sweet and warm family, I came to the bitter kiln again.

Looking at the horizon through the iron window, I felt sad.

Wandering everywhere to the ends of the earth, wandering to foreign lands.

Cosmopolitan………"

The sound of the erhu suddenly stopped, and Madman Bai looked at Zhou Wenzhong with his good eye, and his eyes showed surprise.

Zhou Wenzhong has forgotten that this is the 1960s, and trouble comes from his mouth!

I looked up and saw that no pedestrians stopped. Zhang Xiufang appeared here at some unknown time.

My heart said: Forget it, in the worst case, I will pull myself out and collapse, just reopen it. Try to save it as much as possible.

Picking up a pebble, he quickly stood up from the ground, patted the soil, and then took out the bowl from which he drank water.

Holding the bowl in his left hand and tapping the stones with his right hand, making a tinkling rhythm, he walked toward Zhang Xiufang.

"Look, look, there's a poor beggar here.

Auntie is good, uncle is kind, take pity on me, a little beggar.

Give me a steamed bun and soup, and wish you a long and healthy life.

Go well, go well, go well. Those who give alms, croak, croak."

After finishing speaking, he placed the bowl in front of Zhang Xiufang, who was already stunned, and motioned for money!

Zhang Xiufang blinked her eyes, held the book under her arm, took out a handkerchief bag from her trouser pocket, and opened it layer by layer, revealing the colorful banknotes inside. Zhou Wenzhong's breathing quickened as he looked at it, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Rise up. This wad of money is at least 8 yuan, a real little rich woman! You must get in touch with this person more!

With the movement of Zhang Xiufang's hand, Zhou Wenzhong's smile just now disappeared. Because Zhang Xiufang put a yellow banknote with a big truck printed on it into the bowl.

"Just 1 cent?"

Crazy Bai's legs were no longer lame at this time. He stood up, took a step (he had a musical instrument tied to his leg), walked over, quickly took out the 1 cent from the bowl, then turned around and left.

Zhang Xiufang has come to her senses and is ready to wrap the money again and put it back in her pocket.

Zhou Wenzhong raised the bowl in his hand again to signal.

"Give me some more! I also did my best in singing."

Zhang Xiufang remained unmoved and continued to wrap the money in handkerchief.

"Give me some more, and a good person will have peace in his life."

Maybe Zhou Wenzhong's look was rather miserable. Even if he joined the Beggar Clan in this outfit, he didn't need any makeup at all. Or maybe Zhang Xiufang was thin-skinned and didn't know how to refuse, so she stomped her foot hard in anger.

"Here you go! Here you go! Here you go! If your parents find out that you are begging for food outside, they will definitely beat you to death!"

Then he took out a 2-cent bill with a big airplane printed on it and put it in Zhou Wenzhong's bowl.

"Hey, hit me? Is this a good thing? I was afraid they wouldn't hit me. Thank you for reminding me, you are quite a nice person."

Zhang Xiufang no longer dared to answer the phone. Just like that, 3 cents disappeared. It was too expensive. A pound of stick noodles was only 1 cent and 9 cents. A pound of white noodles was only 2 cents.

"It's almost dark, why don't you go home?"

"I'm waiting for my dad to come home from work. I have to wait for the joint defense team members and militiamen to come over and take over. They are responsible for guarding at night."

Zhou Wenzhong understood! Her father was Director Zhang. After understanding, he looked at Zhang Xiufang again and felt that she was more beautiful than before, and even the top of her head was shining. It almost stung his eyes.

"How much does it cost per month for you to work?"

"same as you."

"oh?"

Zhou Wenzhong didn't even believe the punctuation marks in her words. He definitely occupied a hole in the grain station in advance. If no one took care of it, it would be formalized after a long time. If someone from above asked, he would say that he was doing odd jobs. If someone came over,

To investigate, just wait, wait for others to clear the hole, and then fill Zhang Xiufang in.

Anyway, her father has the final say on things like qualifications and education level! In this grain station, her father is the king!

Zhang Xiufang had already wrapped the handkerchief and put it in her trouser pocket.

Zhou Wenzhong thought that begging for food was a good job! But the white madman was a little in the way, so he asked: "Isn't there anyone who cares about this white madman? Is this lonely old man begging along the street in the cold weather? The street office is not doing anything."

"I have found a job for him a long time ago. I asked him to go to the countryside to do some publicity. I have forgotten the details. I gave him 2 cents a day, but he had to write his own lyrics and sing them. He couldn't write, so he

He came back again. The sub-district office mobilized him several times later, but he refused to go."

"Tch, you're only given 2 cents a day, and you have to write the lyrics and sing it yourself. If it were me, I wouldn't go either. Crazy White is not stupid!"

"Who said he is stupid? He is a madman, not a fool!"

"Then how did he..."

"Hey! Hey! Are you two arranging me like this in front of me? Isn't that bad?"

After hearing this, Zhang Xiufang's face turned red. These two people! A lunatic and a fool. They were really hopeless, so they turned around and left.

Zhou Wenzhong picked up the 2-cent coin from the bowl and waved it at Madman Bai.

"Want it?"

"Will you give it to me?"

"Both questions are trivial."

"Ask quickly! I remember to go to the hut."

Before Zhou Wenzhong could say anything, Madman Bai had already snatched the money.

"Do you know a better doctor somewhere?"

"How old are you? It won't work anymore? I'm telling you, don't take medicine. You have to take supplements! You have to warm up! Otherwise, you will regret it in the future."

"Don't talk nonsense! Be careful, I will go to the police to report you."

Madman Bai said nonchalantly: "Go ahead and sue me. It's not like I haven't been there before liberation. I was also caught during the literacy era. Anyway, I can't squeeze out any oil from my old bones. The best I can do is give me a good beating."

Leave me alone. Business has been bad recently, so you can send me in. They will take care of my food and accommodation."

Zhou Wenzhong feels that Madman Bai is a wise man! A wise man who has lived through life!

"Good guy! You are still an old man in love. You are going to go to a labor camp to retire! That's disrespectful."

"It's easy to tell, do you want Chinese medicine or Western medicine?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine! I look down on Western medicine, and I don't have a job. My father's cooperative medical certificate will definitely not let me use it."

"Go to the end of this street and walk south for about a quarter of an hour. There is a Chinese medicine shop called Shitang. Go there quickly. It will be closed after a while. It is not as good as before liberation. You can knock on the door and find it in the middle of the night.

doctor."

Zhou Wenzhong was so frightened that he quickly looked around again, but luckily no one heard him.

"Don't you dare say such nonsense!"

"What's the point? I've seen too much."

Madman Bai counted with his fingers.

"I've seen 3, that's not right, it should be 5. I've seen the dragon flag! I've also seen the 18-star flag. Let me think about it. I've also seen the five-color flag and the blue sky and white sun flag.

, and then this one. It’s all about changing the soup without changing the medicine, and it’s the same in the end.”

"Hey... don't talk nonsense, don't talk about state affairs."

"What are you afraid of?"

"Now I finally understand why others call you this nickname. Don't talk about national affairs."

"Hurry up and ask the second question, hurry up."
To be continued...