Although he was about why Sister Ping wore a night-breaking suit last night, why was she chased by the Japanese soldiers? And why did she suddenly move into this residential area two months ago? And how could she be so familiar and friendly to guns? These things that were tempted by the big question mark in his heart, and were tempted by the "huge" of these two clothes and a few buns, Wu Xiaoqi unconsciously chose to abandon them. He only held one belief, that is, Sister Ping was a good person and a relative. As for those things that she couldn't understand and didn't want to understand, let it go. If you can't worry about this, don't worry about this.

After Sister Ping left here, Wu Xiaoqi took a rest and slept until the afternoon. If Uncle Wu hadn't knocked on the door and woke him up, he would have slept until dark.

The fact that more than a dozen families did not collect gold juice made Uncle Wu very angry. He scolded Wu Xiaoqi and said he would deduct his wages. But he just said that he did not really do this, because Uncle Wu also lives in this slum area and was also a neighbor who watched him grow up. He has always tolerated and cared for such a young orphan, especially when he heard Wu Xiaoqi's excuse: when the gun was fired, he was afraid, so he did not finish the gold juice. He did not deliberately blame him. After throwing down a few bills and a steamed buns, the moth left. His real purpose was not to scold Wu Xiaoqi, but to give Wu Xiaoqi wages. They were all poor families, how could he not know that this was the reliance for the boy to survive. He kindly brought a few steamed buns at home.

Most of the people of this era are very kind and tolerant, so young men like Wu Xiaoqi who are lazy and timid and are still an orphan can survive in the cracks, although their lives are indeed a little harder.

Wipe his face with clean water, ate all the steamed buns brought by the feces, and after pouring a scoop of cold water, Wu Xiaoqi actually burped, as if he had just eaten and drank the delicacies of mountains and seas.

When he walked out of the house, it was almost evening. Wu Xiaoqi pretended to be tidying his clothes. The clothes sent by Sister Ping were the best clothes he had ever worn since he was so old. This made him feel a little proud and wanted to show off in front of others. But when he lowered his head, he saw the pair of torn black cloth shoes on his feet. He gave up the idea again. The clothes were good, but these shoes were completely unworthy of clothes. How could Sister Ping not have thought of bringing a pair of shoes?

Wu Xiaoqi's thoughts are a little more demanding now. He didn't want to be grateful to others, but he still had more desires. This was completely undesirable, but he didn't seem to notice this mistake. It was only the vanity of the young man who blinded his eyes.

Looking at Sister Ping's house habitually, the chimney on the roof was emitting gusts of blue smoke. At this time, every household was preparing dinner, so Sister Ping should be like this.

Wu Xiaoqi really wanted to see what a "rich man" like Sister Ping looks like, but this idea was quickly dispelled by himself. The reason was that he was not thick-skinned enough. Even if he didn't eat dinner, he wouldn't really go to have a free meal, not to mention that he is now "eat and drink enough".

I was embarrassed to go to Sister Ping, and I was not interested in going to my friend to "show off" my new clothes. For a moment, Wu Xiaoqi didn't know what to do. Her mood became unpleasant in an instant. She was about to turn around and go back to the house, but she heard a call from a distance: "Brother Qi!"

The person who called him a friend who often played with him, named Simazi, was his best friend.

Unlike Wu Xiaoqi, Simazi is half an orphan, and there is only an old lady who has no ability to work in the family. Wu Xiaoqi has a livelihood of making a living, but he is not so lucky. He can only work hard to earn some hard money to support the lives of the two of them, and his life is even more difficult.

Wu Xiaoqi was the same year as him, but he was only a month old, so Simazi would call him Qi Ge. The extreme lack of nutrition makes Simazi look thinner and shorter. Compared to him, Wu Xiaoqi's figure is much normal.

Wu Xiaoqi did not respond to Simazi's shout, but just leaned on the door frame and watched him run quietly.

"Oh, Brother Qi, your outfit is so energetic!" Simazi's eyes were full of envy.

"Is that so? Do you think it's good too?" Because of the regret of not showing off in front of your friends, Wu Xiaoqi was greatly satisfied with Simazi's envy. At this time, Wu Xiaoqi was a little fluttering, pulled his sleeves and tied his collar with his hands. From his words, he could hear the smell of pretentiousness.

"Of course, Brother Qi, you wear this outfit, just like the young master of a rich family." Simazi's words were a little flattering, his face was filled with smiles, and he squeezed his eyes to a slit.

Wu Xiaoqi also smiled, patted Simazi's head lightly, and hugged his shoulder and entered the room.

"Have you eaten?" Wu Xiaoqi asked when he entered the room and pulled his best friend to sit at the head of the bed.

"Brother Qi, I'm still... I haven't eaten yet." Wu Xiaoqi's words seemed to hit Simazi's thoughts, making the guy's thin face flushed. He said something stuttering, and his preface was inconsistent. Simazi originally wanted to say that he had eaten it, but the young man was thin-skinned, but when he thought that there was a sick mother at home, he didn't have half a grain of rice to cook, and his purpose was to borrow money and grain.

Looking at his embarrassment, Wu Xiaoqi immediately understood. He got up and walked to the broken table, uncovered the sea porcelain bowl covered with it, picked up the four cooked sweet potatoes, walked to Simazi, and said, "There are still a few sweet potatoes, you can put your stomach first."

"Brother Seven..."

Simazi's tears rolled in those little eyes, and his voice was choked. They were all poor families and familiar partners. How could he not know that this was the food for others a day.

"I've had supper, you've eaten all these." Wu Xiaoqi stuffed the Hai porcelain bowl into Simazi's arms, then pounded out two bills from his close-fitting inner pocket, handed them to him, and said, "You can buy some food for the aunt today. She has been sick for a few days."

Uncle Wu and Wu Xiaoqi are our family, and they can be regarded as distant relatives. This is also the biggest reason why Wu Xiaoqi can make such a livelihood. Today, he received a total of 40 yuan in gold coupons, and he took out half of it at once, which is quite generous. You know, if he takes out this half of the money, he might have to go hungry this month for a few days. However, Wu Xiaoqi did not hesitate at all. He had known about Simazi's mother's illness for a long time, and he had also visited him. Half of the wages of last month were spent there, otherwise he would not have eaten sweet potatoes every day these days, and he would not have been full.

Simazi's tears fell like pearls with broken threads, and she cried and said in tears: "Brother Qi, I'm going to implicate you again."
Chapter completed!