I want to be a good person

Watching the vendors gradually disappearing in the snow, Zhang Aiguo took a bite of the sesame cake, drank some water, and stopped eating after eating less than half of it. His stomach couldn't take it. After being so hungry, he couldn't just eat too much. The most suitable thing was a bowl of porridge, whether it was made from millet, corn cob flour, or rice.

The sesame cakes were wrapped in straw paper. Hei Pi, who lived not far away from the director's house, also noticed this scene and kept staring at them. No one was walking on the street.

"Haha, man, this guy is a fat sheep"

A dark-skinned man with a beard said with a smile.

"Why, you want to make some money?"

Hei Pi, who had been walking back and forth with his hands behind his back and stamping his feet, responded.

"It's so cold, there are not many people on the street, it's almost dark, who can see?"

"Yes, let's see if he can come over. If he does, it means we are destined to be together."

"Yeah, yeah"

The bearded man smiled.

"Rich families don't even recognize money"

"Yeah, pretty much. The servants are the ones who pay the bills."

"Now that I've made a fortune, I'll knock him out and search his body, then tie him up and ask his parents for money, at least 500 yuan."

"250 is fine, don't be greedy"

"Well, get the money and bury him"

"Uh-huh"

The two dark-skinned guys were mumbling and discussing in low voices. Thinking about the huge sum of money that was about to come into their hands, they felt warm all over and no longer felt cold. They forgot about cursing the damn weather just now. Thinking about the charming figure of the concubine, they cursed the director, calling him a bastard.

Hu Ziheipi tried hard to make his face look more friendly and stretched out his hand to greet Zhang Aiguo.

"Hey, boy, come here, come here."

Zhang Aiguo recovered his strength and was thinking about how to get closer without alerting the enemy, but he had no good idea for a while.

I looked up and saw the other person waving at me and shouting loudly.

I thought of myself as a fool, but it turns out that I am destined to be with you.

"Boss, you're looking for me."

"Yes, hey, he's not short, just a little skinny."

"That's because the food at home is not to my liking."

Occasionally, I would beg for some leftovers, and pair them with three pounds of northwest wind. Who would be satisfied with that?

Zhang Aiguo did not bow his head, but stood straight with bright eyes.

"Boy, why don't you go home? It's very cold, don't freeze to death"

"I've been out for two days. I'll be back in two days."

"What's wrong? Are you having a quarrel with your family?"

"Well, tell me about it."

"you?"

Zhang Aiguo looked up and down at Hu Ziheipi in a puzzled manner.

"You look young, but I'm almost 40. I can be your uncle, so I have a lot of experience."

"it's here?"

When the dark-skinned man heard this, he thought it was a good idea.

"It's so cold outside. Come, come, there's a small guard room over here. Come in and have a chat."

After saying that, he winked at the other dark-skinned guy.

The director's house is magnificent. The houses of officials all look different. It has a large black double iron door with a ferocious brass animal head on it, holding two door knockers, and two stone lions. There is a small door on the side for entering and exiting, and there is a small house next to the door.

Letting people in the establishment look after the house and guard it, is it considered misusing public resources for personal gain? It has a future and a legacy.

Bearded Heipi took out the key and opened the two doors one by one.

He entered the house and placed the gun on the gun rack.

Take out the matches and light the kerosene lamp.

I looked back at Zhang Aiguo and saw that he was closing the door.

The room was very simple, with a single bed, a broken table, a thermos, and a few dishes. There was an iron stove in the corner with a fire on it and a copper kettle boiling water.

Heipi thought to himself that children from wealthy families knew more, and as soon as he got the money this time, he would send his second son to school no matter what.

"Come, come, come inside and warm up."

"I tell you, if you have any problems, you have to come to us. If you have any difficulties, you have to come to us."

"You"

"... "

The chatterbox stopped abruptly.

A thin wire was strangled around his neck from behind, his breathing stopped, and as he struggled violently, his brain began to lack oxygen.

The opponent was tied up on his back, and his feet were dragging on the ground. He could not exert any strength, so he pushed hard with his feet and walked forward. Zhang Aiguo estimated that he was 1.72 meters tall.

The key is that the quality of the wire is too good, and the tension and toughness are very strong. The wire has been tightly embedded in the flesh. After Hu Zi Heipi kicked it three times, his feet suddenly straightened and his arms drooped weakly.

Put the body down and the first thing to do after finishing the work is to touch it.

He stripped off his cotton coat, shoes, socks, leggings, and put away his rough canvas belt, Fearless copper flashlight, storage bag, and copper whistle.

He walked to the side of the door, picked up the rifle from the gun rack, and looked at the sight, rear sight and cleaning rod. It was a Hanyang-made rifle, without even a bayonet.

A hard cloth bullet bag, with only two of the six compartments containing 5 rounds of bullets.

The baton was thrown aside.

He turned on the safety and pressed the button in front of the trigger to catch the fallen clip. He pulled the bolt and looked at the chamber. It was poorly maintained and had a total of 15 rounds of Type round-head bullets.

The bullet was reloaded, and the hand that had touched the gun still felt right there. I thought back to when I was a well-known top student in the regiment, but my body was a little frail and clearly lacked nutrition.

He picked up the thermos, found a ceramic bowl, scalded it with hot water, replaced it with fresh water, and hushed and drank a few sips.

There was only a shirtless man left on the ground, at least he had a pair of pants to cover his body, and he was still kind-hearted.

Zhang Aiguo was thinking and acting at the same time, muttering to himself that when he used to slaughter pigs, he would gut them, shave the hair and cut the pigs into pieces. He would often mutter to himself to relieve the pressure.

He put on Heipi's hat and coat, and walked outside with a creak of the door. Heipi, the copywriter, was pacing back and forth, feeling nervous. If he did too many bad things, he would feel uneasy.

When Zhang Aiguo came out, the other party had just turned around. Hearing the noise, he hadn't turned back yet, but the words floated over: "How is it? Is it going well? Is there a lot of money?"

"Why don't you speak?"

When turning the head to look back, people usually tend to turn to the right, exposing the left side of the neck with a flash of cold light.

There was an extra thick line, blood gushed out in one breath, in the second breath he covered it with his left hand, and in the third breath his right hand pointed at Zhang Aiguo.

The gun fell into the snow with a plop.

Picking up each other, the snow on the ground, red and white looks very beautiful. No matter how red the blood is, once it has no source, it will turn black, and the hardworking snowflakes will cover the dirty side.

I returned to the cabin and poked the stove with a fire hook to make the fire burn more vigorously, and the temperature rose quickly.

Put the two bodies on the single bed, cover them gently with the quilt, and have a sweet dream.

The water in the kettle boiled. I broke the remaining half of the pancake into pieces, soaked it in hot water, and drank it down while it was hot. The desire in my cells was calmed down.

It was cold, no one came out, and no one cared about the guards on duty.

There is also a chain of contempt among the poor, and it exists regardless of age, education, quality, social status, class and other factors.

The scissors could be used. Zhang Aiguo cut his hair, filled the washbasin and kettle beside him with slushy water, washed himself from head to toe, rubbed his crotch vigorously, stretched his legs and glared at himself countless times, and used up the soap he found, but it had no fragrance and was probably only worth a dime.

When it feels good, the whole body feels good.