How to transplant gardenias

Decades have been on Jixiang Street like a day.In hot weather, the sidewalks are full of tables, chairs and stalls from various businesses; when it is cold, these things disappear.

So looking at it now, it looks much more spacious and tidy.

Yue Fang only used his motorcycle to carry Bai Mo to the police station.When policeman Li Liang heard about his situation, he was a little embarrassed—because he didn't have any information, and he was always silent. Confirming his identity was like finding a needle in a haystack.In the end, I had no choice but to take a new photo of Bai Mo, replace the photo that was previously posted on the Internet, and add some new information - talking is better than nothing.

Business is done.Li Liang and Yue Fang just chatted: "It seems that your business is very good, my mother goes to buy steamed buns every day."

Yue Fang just smiled: "I don't know my aunt either, so how can I ask her for money?"

"Don't tell me, it's a small business. You have to live." Li Liang leaned closer to Yue Fang and said, "Let me tell you that the owner of your house is going abroad, so the house may have to be sold. Take a look." , do you want to make a plan earlier?"

Yue Fang only laughed again: "How can we afford this place?"

Li Liang patted him, both comforting and encouraging: "Okay, come on a little bit. Take the right path steadily and be sure. I heard Aunt Kang talking about it the other day. She knows someone and wants to tell you about it."

Yue Fang only raised the corner of his mouth: "Let's talk about it."

"What do you mean by talking again..." While talking, someone came to do something.Yue Fang just took advantage of the situation and said, "Then let's go."

"Success, I'll call you if I have news."

It snowed for a while, and it stopped.The weather is getting warmer.In the afternoons of late autumn and early winter, the air is cold and refreshing.The tip of Bai Mo's nose was a little red from the cold, he sniffed, his eyes seemed to stay on the trees in the park on the other side of the river.Golden birch trees, green pine trees, and red maple trees...they are layered under the blue sky and reflected on the river, just like an autumn oil painting.

Yue Fang only looked back at him, turned the car around, and went to the old rich shop.

The meal is over, and there are still several tables of diners in the hot pot restaurant.The waiter is busy serving the large plate of freshly cut mutton rolls to the guests.

Bai Mo grabbed Yue Fangzhi's jacket hem.

Yue Fang only noticed, took the man into his arms, and went upstairs with ease.

There were no guests upstairs, and a woman with red nails was lazily flicking her curly hair on her shoulders at the table.She seems to be able to say that she is forty, and she seems to be able to say twenty, but it is not easy for people to see her age - because the makeup is too heavy.But in any case, she is the kind of woman who makes people feel "really feminine" at first glance.

Yue Fang suddenly felt that he had come at a bad time: "Sister Tian."

Sister Tian raised her head and chuckled lightly: "Dayue, looking for something to do with Lao Fu?"

Yue Fang just smiled: "It's nothing, just wandering around."

Sister Tian's voice is very sweet, and her smile is even sweeter, her eyebrows and eyes are curved, and there is a pear dimple on her cheek: "Then sit down, Lao Fu is cooking. Haven't eaten yet."

Speaking of this, it's not easy to go.Yue Fang sat down with only Bai Mo.

Sister Tian looked at Bai Mo carefully: "It's so delicate, a little longer hair is enough to send it to be a model... Do you have eighteen?"

While talking, Lao Fu returned happily with the newly baked siu mai. When he saw Yue Fangzhi, his smile froze slightly.But he's here, he's not the kind of stingy person, and it just so happened that everyone ate together.

Sister Tian has been looking at Bai Mo, and everyone has talked about Bai Mo, guessing and guessing.Bai Mo looked very young, and Old Fu also suspected that he was under eighteen.As a result, a bone age was measured in the hospital, and the doctor said he was 22.Local boys grow up to this age, although fat or thin may not be the case, in short, they can't have such a thin frame.Sister Tian said that Bai Mo looked like he came from the south.

No one knows his past, and the possibility of finding his relatives is really slim.And in this case, there is no hope for the household registration and ID card for a while.Right now, Bai Mo is a gangster with ten to ten.If Yue Fang just didn't pick him up, he would really have no way out.

Yue Fang only listened to Sister Tian and Lao Fu chatting about each other there, and put some shiitake mushrooms and beef siu mai for Bai Mo: "Eat more."

The siu mai was huge, Bai Mo took a bite and seemed to be choking.Yue Fang hurriedly filled him with a bowl of carrot soup and patted his back.

As an old street with a long history, Jixiang Street is basically the embodiment of the idiom "everything in the world".They ate their late lunch and occasionally shared news from the neighbors.

The stall fee in the night market will increase.Originally, 25 small stalls a day, 25 large stalls.Now the small stalls are [-] a day, and the big ones are [-].Grocery vegetables and fruits are all small businesses, and the profits are not big in the first place, and sometimes they can only earn [-] cents by selling a portion.The temperature here is minus [-] to [-] degrees in winter, so the night market is naturally far less lively than in summer.I don't know if the old stall owners will continue to operate this year.

At this time, we can see the benefits of having a shop.Although doing business in winter is a bit troublesome, it is better than being outside in the wind and snow.It's just that the rented shop is different from the one at home.One is that the monthly rent expenditure is a big one, and the other is that it is uncertain when the landlord will stop renting.If the store is reopened in another place, it can be opened if it can be opened, but I don’t know if it will be able to support it.

In the final analysis, how the business is, apart from whether the goods are good or bad, has a lot to do with the location of the store.There are two chain stores of the same brand selling cooked food on Jixiang Street, one is next to the night market on South Street, and the other is next to the big bathing pool on North Street.But the degree of prosperity is very different.Now the one in Nanbianer Night Market has to deliver twice a day, and the one on North Street can't deliver one delivery for several days.Cooked food is fresh, and many neighbors who live in the north would rather go a little further to the south to buy it, in the name of exercising.Yue Fang only estimated that when this winter was over, the store on North Street would be closed.

He was thinking about the money in his hand, and he didn't know if he could make more money if he hurried this winter.However, at the end of the year, everyone who needs accounts is also prepared.In case the landlord really wanted to sell it, no way, he could only lower his face and ask his friends to borrow money.It is possible to borrow, but it is not easy to borrow, and it is difficult to repay the debt of favor.

He glanced at Bai Mo who buried his face in the soup bowl, and said to himself that if it weren't for you, my account would look better this year.But this thought was just a change, and he didn't get angry or regret anything.

Old Fu asked Yue Fangzhi if he planned to hire helpers in the shop.Aunt Zheng, the old nurse who gave Baimo a drip, said that she had a nephew who came from the countryside and wanted to find a place to work.It's just because I don't have a degree, this matter has never been settled.Although Lao Fu was a rambunctious person and complained about the fact that Yue Fang only took in Bai Mo, he was still a kind-hearted and kind person by nature.

Yue Fang just talked and said, he can still be busy for the time being.In fact, he also knows that being so tired is not a long-term solution.He got up at four o'clock in the morning and went to bed at ninety o'clock in the evening. He did the work of several people by himself, and his feet didn't touch the ground when he was busy.Fortunately, he turned out to be a sportsman and has a good body, otherwise he would have fallen down by someone else.But these years have been too much, and life is hard, in fact, Yue Fang can only feel that he is no longer as healthy as he was when he was young.

His grandparents did physical labor when they were young, and they were not very old later, and they suffered from joint diseases early on.That seemed to be his future as well.Ordinary people who rely on strength to eat often cannot escape this road.When you are young, you work hard to make money, but when you are old, you may not be able to send the money you earn to the hospital.They gave birth to a bunch of children, all of them looked like enemies from previous lives, waiting to come to collect debts in this life.Some sons and daughters are promising but not filial, and some are filial but not filial. In short, each family has its own scriptures that are difficult to recite.There are also those who enjoy the blessings of children, but those are very few lucky ones.

Yue Fang just didn't think he would have such good luck.He is also not like other men, his whole mind is to marry a wife and have children.In his eyes, getting married is to tie two irrelevant people together, like a cockfight with the cage door closed.

Besides, he seems to be quite indifferent to that aspect.In the early years, I used all my strength to fight with others, but now I have become extremely ascetic - working all day long, I am exhausted, and I don't have that kind of thought at all.If you really marry a wife, you will have to divorce after two and a half days.

Thinking of this, Yue Fang just glanced at Lao Fu incredulously, not knowing where the other party's enthusiasm for women for more than ten years came from.Maybe I ate too much mutton.He thought absently that there was no other reason.

After eating, Yue Fang took Bai Mo and left.

There are many large trucks selling autumn vegetables parked on the street.There are green onions, cabbage and potatoes.Yue Fang only looked at the green onions.In the end, I picked a family and bargained for a price of two thousand catties.

The truck didn't go through the alley, but went into the backyard through a doorway on the street. Yue Fang only found a handyman, plus a man selling onions, and the three of them moved the onions to the roof of the building together.Whether the five-story building is high or not, it can't stand the onions, and it can make people tired enough after going back and forth.

Yue Fang didn't know how many times he had moved, but when he came down again, he found Bai Mo dragging the green onion into the door with both hands.He obviously didn't have much strength. The onions were all tied up in bundles, and they would fall apart when dragged on the ground.The man who sold the onion seemed a little upset probably because he was tired: "I can't move, stand aside and go up."

Bai Mo turned a deaf ear, still dragging the onion wholeheartedly.It's a pity that the straw rope was overwhelmed, and the bundle of green onions still fell apart.He knelt down to pick them up slowly, and stacked them neatly one by one—just blocking the way to the door.

No one can get through now.The onion seller was holding heavy green onions in both hands, and he was completely annoyed: "Are you f*cking fucked? Get out of the way!"

Bai Mo trembled, and the pile of green onions that he was tidying up collapsed.A large pile of green onions rolled down the steps and hit the opponent's feet.He froze for a moment, then instinctively hugged his head.

The onion seller came up around the onion and kicked him unbearably.Unexpectedly, this kick landed on another person's leg.

Yue Fang only stood beside Bai Mo with a sullen face: "Why are you kicking him?"

"I didn't kick him!" The onion seller said angrily, "Isn't that telling him to get out of the way!"

Yue Fang only said coldly: "You don't know how to speak human language."

"You don't know how to speak human language!" The onion seller started to spit at Yue Fang: "It's only an extra 200 yuan for moving five hundred catties of green onions... What's the matter if you can't afford it! What are you working hard for? uncle!"

Yue Fang only looks at him quietly, but he is definitely not a good-tempered person.Hearing Yan's eyes narrowed: "If you think it's too little, tell me, you'll get angry after a while, whether you're being reasonable or not."

"I'm fucking unreasonable today." The man threw the onion on the ground: "You move it yourself."

Yue Fang just stretched out his hand: "Okay, you still have more than half of the five hundred catties to move. I don't want more, you return the remaining 100 yuan to me."

"Why the hell should I pay you back!" The other party was very arrogant.His daughter-in-law stood by the side, didn't say anything, and didn't come up to stop her.

"Brush your teeth if you haven't brushed your teeth." Yue Fang said coldly, "Return the money to me, or I'll call the police."

"Report!" The rascal said, "Report! What's the matter, do you want to fight?"

Yue Fang only stared at him for a moment, then suddenly made a sudden move, folding the man's arm behind his back.The opponent immediately screamed like a pig.

Now all the spectators came up to persuade the fight, and the man's daughter-in-law came up to stop him as if she was alive: "If you have something to say, if you have something to say..."

Yue Fang only folded the opponent's arm: "Give me back the money, or I will take your arm off today. See if I dare."

The man's daughter-in-law hurriedly dug out 100 yuan from her pocket and handed it over to Yue Fang.

Yue Fang only let go of his hand.The man on the ground stood up moaning, and pointed at Yue Fangzhi: "You wait!" After speaking, he snatched the 100 yuan from his wife and tore it into pieces.Turning around, he slapped his daughter-in-law again: "I want you to be troublesome!"

The onlookers couldn't see it: "I'm not very old, what kind of temper is this..."

"Drink the bar..."

The big truck pulling onions drove away from the yard in a rampage.Bai Mo was on the edge of the pile of green onions, keeping his head down.Yue Fang only said in relief: "It's okay. I'm a lunatic." After speaking, he and the hired worker continued to carry the remaining green onions to the roof.

After such a toss, it was very late.In the evening, only a small half of the dry food was steamed, and the cooking time was delayed by more than an hour.Some customers who are impatient, either curse, or just turn around and leave-what is not to eat.

Finally, after eight o'clock, the store closed.

Yue Fang only stayed for instant noodles for dinner, he was busy inside and out, and it was almost midnight by the time he could rest.

He was too lazy to take a shower, and returned to the bedroom with tired steps, only to find Bai Mo curled up in the corner.

Yue Fang just walked over: "Why, didn't I tell you to sleep first?"

Of course Bai Mo would not say a word.

Yue Fang only lowered his head and found a newspaper on the floor.In the afternoon, the torn banknotes fit together like a puzzle, and they looked complete.

Yue Fang was only stunned for a moment, then smiled.He knelt down and touched the monk's head, which was slick with white ink: "I'll take it to the bank to change it tomorrow, and it will still be 100 yuan by then."

Bai Mo suddenly stretched out his hand, and caressed Yue Fangzhi's calf.

It took Yue Fang a while to realize that it was where he was kicked in the afternoon.

"You have a conscience." Yue Fang only joked: "Okay, go to bed quickly. I'll be fine tomorrow, you go to the roof and help me turn the scallions."