The cold north wind whistled across the street, and the shop banners on both sides of the street were rustling by the wind. On the cold winter night, even the wild dogs that usually run around hide. Under the dim street lights, except for the occasional rats or two of them rushing across, only the slightly wet bluestone pavement on the side of the road was still reflecting a slight light.

No one would be willing to get up late in the cold night. Apart from Wu Xiaoqi, he must take away the "golden juice" of the entire street and the two residential areas behind the street before dawn.

To put it nicely, it is "golden juice", but it is actually the feces produced by every household every day.

Wu Xiaoqi is a manure picker, the group of people living in this city, at the bottom. Don’t underestimate this slightly dirty job, it is the foundation of Wu Xiaoqi’s survival in the city.

Despite his ten thousand reluctance in his heart, Wu Xiaoqi still climbed up from the two broken beddings, groping to ignite a kerosene lamp at the head of the bed, and the slight light drove away the darkness in the hut...

Listening to the howling wind outside the window, Wu Xiaoqi knew that it must be very cold outside. The only cotton jacket was accidentally stained with a large piece of "golden water" yesterday and had been washed. Today, he could only hold his jacket without a coat. He put on all the clothes he could wear, but he still couldn't resist the coldness. If he hadn't been worried that it would get dirty when collecting feces, he would have wanted to wrap the bedding that was still heated.

The stomach was rumbling. As a half-grown boy, he was very hungry at this time of day. Wu Xiaoqi habitually looked at the only piece of furniture in the room except for the bed. The table he had nailed with scrap wood had two stacked sea porcelain bowls on it. The bowl contained his food for the day and four cooked sweet potatoes. He swallowed, resisting the urge to rush over and eat them, and from the door

He scooped a scoop of cold water from the water tank, but as soon as he put it in, he immediately felt his teeth trembling with ice, and the coldness on his body became stronger and stronger. After a little slowing down, he still drank half of the scoop of water. This was Wu Xiaoqi's daily breakfast that he couldn't beat. He still had a lot of physical work waiting for him to do without water to cushion his stomach. He was afraid that he would not be able to collect the "golden juice" before dawn. If he couldn't finish these tasks, he would be hungry tomorrow.

In this chaotic and uneasy society and times, no one cares about whether he will go hungry, and no one cares about whether he is still a half-aged child except alone.

When he thought of this person, Wu Xiaoqi's face was filled with smiles, and his whole body seemed to be full of strength. His eyes looked at the window involuntarily, but the tightly covered windows covered by newspapers and rags could see where could the house be seen, and where could the owner of the house be seen.

"Sister Ping must have not gotten up yet. In such a cold day, how could she be like a poor boy like me, busy for two meals?" Wu Xiaoqi mocked himself. He tied up his cloth belt. His stomach did not feel full because of a scoop of cold water. He tightened his clothes on his body, hoping to get rid of the coldness. But to be honest, there was no effect. He was still hungry and still cold.

Unplugged the door bolt and there was no need to pull it. The cold wind had already blown open the two thin door panels. A cold wind blew into Wu Xiaoqi's thin body through the holes in his clothes, through the collar, sleeves and trousers. He was like a basin of ice water pouring down from the head, making him shivering a few times.

Wu Xiaoqi could clearly hear the sound of his teeth knelt together, and he had the idea of ​​retracting the house and closing the door. In such cold weather, even ghosts would not want to go out, and he had to collect the "golden water" that made him hate him. To be honest, if he could have other ways to fill his stomach, he would not want to do this dirty, tired and unable to earn a full work.

In fact, before he met Sister Ping, Wu Xiaoqi was very satisfied with this job, not only because it was a job passed on to him by the "old man", but because he knew that there were many people looking for a livelihood watching. Although this was not a good job, in this world, being able to have a long-term fixed income is equivalent to getting a "iron rice bowl".

Wu Xiaoqi still clearly remembered that it was a summer evening. Because he was greedy for a while, he ate the noon and evening rations and the sweet potatoes in the morning. He was enduring the intense hunger and squatting on the stone bridge beside the river with a dozen or a half-year-old boys, staring at the steamer in front of a bun shop on the other side of the river. He imagined that when the meat buns in the cage drooled, Sister Ping appeared at the door of the bun shop like a fairy. He still remembered that on that day, Sister Ping was wearing a purple-red cheongsam and carrying a small silver handbag, walked gracefully from the other end of the street to the door of the bun shop. I didn't know if it was discovered by accident, or maybe it had been

He noticed that Sister Ping looked at them a few times at the door of the buns, and then waved them a few times. Wu Xiaoqi looked behind him a few times. He never dared to think that the young woman dressed in a fashionable cheongsam was greeting them, and the half-birth boys who were squatting by the stone bridge with him did not dare to think about it. Until she waved her hand again, Wu Xiaoqi pointed at him in disbelief. After seeing her nodding a few times, he realized that this woman he had never seen before was really calling them. That evening, their 10 and a half-birth boys ate five baskets of buns, which became a memory that Wu Xiaoqi would never forget.

When Wu Xiaoqi thought of the scene that day, a warm feeling rose in his heart. His eyes looked at the house that he had not seen before in the house, which was where Sister Ping lived. Although he knew that it was impossible to see Sister Ping with a Bodhisattva heart during this period of time, the house, like infinite magic in that direction, was hooked his eyes and his mind over there.

Wu Xiaoqi is sixteen years old this year. He doesn't know what love is, nor does he know what obsession is, but he clearly knows that the woman named Sister Ping will be a template for him to find a wife in the future. Although he doesn't know whether he can marry a wife in the future, as for Sister Ping, he still knows himself. Not to mention that she is seven or eight years older than him, just her fairy-like appearance and Bodhisattva-like heart are not something that a stinky and dirty poor boy like him can hope for. What he wants is to be able to take a look at Sister Ping every day, take a bun or a steamed bun from her every day, and hear her words and smiles every day, and then he will be satisfied. Wu Xiaoqi doesn't know that compared to the latter, he hopes that the former is more practical, and the fragrant buns and steamed buns are more practical.
Chapter completed!