Make a living

When Zheng Haichuan saw the landlord, Uncle Qi, he remembered that it was almost time for him to pay the rent.

Speaking of which, Zheng Haichuan was lucky to find this cheap house.He has just arrived here, and his work is only recommended by his brother's former workers, and the place where he lives is even more smudged.And it just so happened that an elder brother of a worker had a second child at home and planned to leave the city and return to his hometown, so he sublet this house of suitable size and price to Zheng Haichuan.

According to the elder brother of the worker, the landlord's old man's surname is Qi, and he is quite strange.

He is obviously a charterer who collects the rent of the entire building, and he is not at home to enjoy the blessings. He has nothing to do, so he goes out to take taxis all day long.

But even though old man Qi looks fierce and doesn't like to talk, he is still quite kind and nice.The rent has not been raised once for several years, and occasionally the rent is late, and he will not rush.

With this in mind, Zheng Haichuan respectfully called the landlord Uncle Qi.

In a place like Pengcheng where every inch of land is precious, anyone who can save him a few cents from his pocket is a good person in Zheng Haichuan's heart!

And Zheng Haichuan himself is also a self-conscious person, if others treat him well, he can't wait to return ten points.So in the past six months of renting, he really hasn't been in arrears with the rent.For living expenses and so on, he first deducted the rent, and then he was busy thinking about it.

I ran into Uncle Qi downstairs today, and the first thing Zheng Haichuan did when he got home was to bring his bank card, planning to go to the bank to transfer the rent to Uncle Qi before going to work in the afternoon.

In fact, it is very convenient to pay for anything on various networks now, and many people are used to direct online payment and transfer.But Zheng Haichuan always feels that it is safest to hold the money in his own hands or put it in the bank, and he always carries cash and change in his pocket on weekdays.

It doesn't matter if you say he is delusional about being persecuted, or you say he is petty, anyway, Zheng Haichuan just feels that he has money in his pocket, so he doesn't panic!

Later, Qi Yuceng tried to correct Zheng Haichuan's superfluous and useless small peasant thinking.

Zheng Haichuan obediently listened to the education, but he was determined not to change it after listening to it. He was still used to putting change in his trouser pocket every day.

After several attempts to no avail, Qi Yu simply went to the bank to exchange a few thousand change, and put it in the drawer of the shoe cabinet in the entrance.

——If you want to pick it up, pick it up, at least clean it up.

Right now, Zheng Haichuan doesn't know that he doesn't need to worry too much about money in the future.

He was cleaning up the ingredients he bought carefully from the vegetable market, and simply fried a little fried pork.

After frying the meat dishes, there is no need to wash the pot, just add the dried chili and choy sum with the smell of the meat, and the stir-fried vegetables will come out of the pot in a few minutes.

The little one in the family, Zheng Jiahe, was sent by Zheng Haichuan to the upstairs neighbor Lu Jun in the morning. Zheng Haichuan did not go upstairs to pick up people immediately after returning home. At this time, he finished the meal and went upstairs with a small food basket to knock on the door. .

dong dong dong.

"Teacher Lu? Xiaohe Miaoer?"

After waiting for a while, there was the sound of light, pattering footsteps coming from the not-so-good iron door.

"My father!"

The door was opened a crack, and then Zheng Haichuan felt that his legs were caught by the little one.

"Hey, slow down, Dad Yao still has something in his hand!"

Zheng Haichuan resisted the impact of his nephew, raised his rice bowl with both hands, and greeted Lu Junhan in the room with a smile: "Mr. Lu, good afternoon!"

"I cooked some food, Xiaohe Miao'er will trouble you to take care of it in the afternoon, so let's eat something casually at noon?"

Lu Jun stood up from the desk, a little unhappy: "Da Chuan, don't be like this. Every time you come here, you still get food, I won't dare to take over Xiaohe Miao next time."

"Oh, Teacher Lu! What are you talking about!"

Zheng Haichuan winked at his little nephew to signal him to take the food in, and bowed: "You don't charge money to take care of Xiaohe Miao'er, I'm the one who always feels sorry for you! If you don't even accept this cheap meal, I'll How can I have the nerve to send Xiaohe Miaoer here in the future?"

How else could Zheng Jiahe and Zheng Haichuan be uncles and nephews?

Zheng Jiahe saw his father winking at him, and immediately tiptoed to take the small vegetable basket in Zheng Haichuan's hand, and carried it into the living room of Lu's house with little slippers.

One plate, two plates, all the hot dishes in the basket were neatly placed on the table by a pair of small hands.

"Teacher Lu?"

"Teacher Lu?"

One big and one small, all looked eagerly at Lu Jun, waiting for his nod of approval.

When Lu Jun saw this, he was both funny and helpless.

In the end, he beckoned and let Zheng Haichuan in: "You have said everything, and you have done things. What can I say?"

He wasn't really angry, he had no choice but to accept Zheng Haichuan's kindness, and said to him, "Sit down, I still have some leftovers in the refrigerator, I'll pop it in the microwave, and we'll eat together."

"Hey! Good!" Zheng Haichuan achieved his goal, and then happily walked into Lu's house, bent down and hugged his little nephew.

"What were you doing this morning?" He scratched Zheng Jiahe's little nose.

"Teacher Lu taught me...to draw!" Zheng Jiahe took Zheng Haichuan's hand to the low table that was used as a desk, and held up a piece of colored paper.

"Wow! Our He Miaoer is awesome!"

Although Zheng Haichuan didn't understand what Zheng Jiahe drew, he still closed his eyes and praised.

"Xiao Hemiao is very smart, and can learn many things once taught."

Lu Jun unscrewed the microwave oven, turned his head and said to Zheng Haichuan, the parent, "I have taught him pinyin and some simple Chinese characters before, and he can still write them silently during the school exams."

"But Dachuan, I'm not a real teacher after all, and Xiao Hemiao should go to school to receive systematic education."

Everyone in this building calls Lu Jun "Teacher Lu", but it's actually just a respectful title - everyone knows that Lu Jun has nothing to do with the teachers in the school.

Lu Jun used to be a worker.

He didn't read much. After dropping out of school in his teens to work, he worked in a factory for almost 20 years.

He glued the soles, twisted the screws, rolled the holes, and stuffed the duck down.It's just that besides being an ordinary assembly line worker, he also likes reading, literature, and poetry.

When colleagues on the same production line go to Internet cafes after get off work to have a drink and sing K, what Lu Jun does most often is to nest in a six-person rental house and copy down favorite texts by himself.

One word at a time, dismantling the complex text into the parts he filled——

Nuts, wire, glue, and bags.

He would open his eyes every morning when he got up early, or at night when he was screaming, clumsily and stubbornly tightening the radicals and words in his mind.

Repeatedly, until he pieced together the picture he wanted to say in his mind.

Later, some of the coworkers who lived with me switched jobs to another assembly line, and some continued to work in the workshop as foremen whom they hated.As for Lu Jun, because of his non-stop writing and submission, he was lucky enough to receive several awards and the remuneration for a short time.

He worked up the courage to quit his job, rented a rental house where he was alone, and became a full-time writer.

It's just that in today's society, people with empty ideals cannot survive.

Therefore, most of the time Lu Jun earns rent and living expenses by ghostwriting for others.After completing these tasks, he has the energy to let himself go and put his true thoughts into writing.

It is precisely because of this that he lives alone in the rental house on weekdays, so he has time to take care of the neighbor's children.

"Mr. Lu, I know."

The meals are already on the table, and the neighbors who are already acquainted with each other are not very polite. Zheng Haichuan nodded while serving the dishes, "I have been inquiring about nearby schools recently."

He lowered his head and glanced at his little nephew, who was obediently buried in his meal, and did not avoid Zheng Jiahe, "He Miao'er will be five years old next year, I... I think he will go to primary school directly. You know my situation, Now I have to go to a kindergarten to transfer to a class, and I have to find a private one... We really don't have the financial ability."

Lu Jun nodded, and patted Zheng Jiahe's little head affectionately, "Okay. Then I will give him a solid foundation now, so that Xiao Hemiao can keep up with elementary school."

"Thank you, thank you Teacher Lu!" Zheng Haichuan thanked repeatedly.

"Don't have too much hope," Lu Jun said mockingly, "My level is not very good, I'm a wild way, so I can only teach it casually."

"Haha, that's good enough!" Zheng Haichuan was very satisfied, "Mr. Lu, don't worry, I know what is good or bad. It is said that 'the master leads the door, and the cultivation depends on the individual'! I was an apprentice cook, and the same The apprentices taught by the master, some of the dishes are delicious and some are too much to eat!"

Zheng Haichuan said, "Xiaohe Miao is still young, so it doesn't matter what he learns."

Hearing his uncle's words, Zheng Jiahe raised his head from his rice bowl.

"I will study hard!"

His thin and small face is full of seriousness that does not match his age, "Study hard and make progress every day! I will go to university in the future and support my grandfather, father and father!"

"Ouch!"

Both Zheng Haichuan and Lu Jun were amused by Xiaodouding's rhetoric.

Lu Jun knew a little about the situation in Zheng Jiahe's family, so he didn't mention the child's wounds, but made fun of Zheng Haichuan.

He teased Zheng Jiahe: "You only raise your dad? Then your dad finds your mother, do you want to raise it together?"

Xiaodouding blinked, "... Shall I raise it?"

Zheng Jiahe turned his head and glanced at his uncle again, and muttered, "Papa Yao eats so much, he should find someone who can take care of him."

"Hey, you little brat!"

Zheng Haichuan heard it, and unceremoniously grabbed his little nephew's fleshless cheek: "No matter how much I eat, I can support myself! I can also support you!"

"The most important thing for you now is to eat more! Gain weight!"

"Um... um!"

Zheng Jiahe quickly stuffed his mouth full of food, and puffed out his cheeks to avoid Yao's father's bad hands pinching him.