“Death” (22)

Release time: 2025-04-06 20:31:38
A+ A- Turn off the lights listening to books

I remembered everything Dahai said, and when I returned to the house, I started washing.

Don’t say that I’m really hungry after washing my face, I just drank and didn’t eat anything at night.

Add Dahai to all of what I said, I probably vomited out. It’s normal to be hungry now.

If the car wash fee is 300, I guess I can’t escape it, so I will add the rent to 9,000 yuan.

I was already in a state of 1,500, but now I am not only six hundred.

I need to find a job quickly. When I went out, I really saw Dahai talking about the three sisters bun shop at the entrance of the alley. I just bought two buns and a cup of soy milk on the way back. Not to mention that the meat buns are really solid.

When I returned, I passed by the hardware store and found that there were newspapers of the day on the stall outside. The number was not large, probably sold in small batches. After all, the boss’s main business is a hardware store. When I asked for one, I asked for a payment for each one and the boss looked at me and said, “Did you come with Xiaohai yesterday?”

I subconsciously pointed my head, but I didn’t expect the boss to take the newspaper away without even asking for the money.

I asked shamelessly and asked for paper and pen. The boss gave me what I used on the table and didn’t ask for money.

Thinking about it, Dahai’s grandfather seemed to be a good person and at least handed over a good apprentice.

When I went back, I found that the door that had not been closed before was closed was closed. I remembered what Dahai said before. I tested my body and found that there was really a small hole beside the door.

I reached in and opened the way as Dahai said, looking at the grandma who was enjoying the cool night in the hall yesterday.

When I came out, my grandma probably hadn’t appeared yet, but she was shaking the rocking chair and cracking melon seeds.

I sat not far from my grandma and turned the newspaper back to the recruitment page.

Grandma seemed to see it, and stood up and moved slowly towards me.

I sat down on the rocking chair next to me, looked at me and asked, “Who are you from the Pang family?”

Grandma has a little local accent, but it is not the kind of local dialect in our village.