Chen Zikun himself couldn't figure out why.
He answered honestly: "Professor Liu, I still can't remember what happened when I was a child."
Liu Shipei took the test paper and turned it over and over, sighing sadly: "Whose child must be in a foreign land, and his heart will be as painful as a knife.
By the way, do you have any birthmarks on your body?
Maybe I can help you explore your life experience."
Chen Zikun took out the porcelain badge of the Liberation Association from his close-fitting clothes, then took off the jade pendant around his neck and said, "I have these two things.
I wonder what Professor Liu can figure out."
When Liu Shipei saw the badge of the Liberation Association, he couldn't help but perked up.
He looked at it carefully under the lamp for a long time, then took off his glasses and looked at the jade pendant, and said, "Why didn't you take it out earlier?"
"Professor Liu, do you know the origin of this jade pendant?"
Chen Zikun was also a little excited.
Liu Shipei shook his head: "The jade pendant is just ordinary mutton-fat white jade, and there are no clues about the word "Kunwu", but this badge of the Liberation Society can make a big fuss.
Principal Cai and I are both from the Liberation Society, although we have withdrawn.
It has been a long time, but old friends are still scattered all over the world.
Please write a handwritten letter from Principal Cai.
If you go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang to look for old friends from the Guangfuhui, you will definitely find your parents. " Chen Zikun was overjoyed, bowed to thank Liu Shipei, and said: "Can I pass the test in Chinese language?"
Liu Shipei smiled and said: "Not only can you pass the test, you can easily get into any university.
You don't have to waste time coming to me anymore."
"Thank you, teacher.
If you don't bother me with anything, why bother bothering Principal Cai again?
Just write me a letter of introduction."
Chen Zikun said.
But Liu Shipei shook his head: "I can't.
If you feel that you are insignificant, I can go to Principal Cai for you."
Chen Zikun naturally left happily.
Liu Shipei sank into the wicker chair, lit a cigarette, and his thoughts returned to the turbulent era more than ten years ago.
When it was over, he sighed deeply, put out the cigarette butt, coughed a few times, and took away the handkerchief, which was brightly red.
Chen Zikun came out of Liu Shipei's house and looked at the sky.
It was almost time to hand over his shift, so he took the foreign car back to the depot.
On the way, he subconsciously wandered to the Lin residence on Shihuma Street, wanting to try his luck.
As soon as he stopped the foreign car, he saw the door of Lin's house opened, and a man came out angrily, pointing at the door and yelling: "What's wrong with asking for some drink money?
This is a rule.
Whether you understand it or not, it's up to you."
Uncle Zhang came out, his face flushed with anger, "Get out of here!"
"Old boy, if you challenge me, believe it or not, I'll beat you to death, coffin flesh."
The man rolled up his sleeves and picked up a long-handled spoon-like object to bluff.
Uncle Zhang took a few steps back and tripped over the threshold.
A person fell in, and the man burst out laughing, but before he could finish laughing, he was kicked to the wall by a flying kick from behind.
Chen Zikun stopped his feet and cursed: "Bullying an old man is nothing."
The kick was so hard that the man couldn't get up from the pain.
He watched helplessly as a big man came over and lifted him up.
Four big-eared posts appeared across his face, beating him until stars appeared in his eyes and his face was bruised and swollen.
After beating him enough, Chen Zikun walked into the door.
He was startled when he saw it, and quickly helped Uncle Zhang up: "Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you?
Your head is broken.
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I'll take you to see a doctor."
He had a loud voice and called out Mother Lin.
When he saw the blood on Uncle Zhang's head, he screamed in fright.
In an emergency, the woman had no choice but to let Chen Zikun carry Uncle Zhang up.
The foreign car was heading towards the clinic.
Knowing the familiarity, I went straight to the Citi Clinic.
It happened that Dr.
Stanley did not visit, so he helped Uncle Zhang clean and bandage him, and also prescribed a few pills.
The medical fee was one and a half foreign dollars, which was also paid by Chen Zikun.
Uncle Zhang had a snow-white bandage on his head and was lying on the hospital bed in the clinic.
Chen Zikun was busy, paid the fee and got the medicine, begged for a drink and gave it to Uncle Zhang, and said with concern: "Uncle Zhang, drink water."
Uncle Zhang burst into tears while holding the enamel jar.
He was moved firstly because he had never received such considerate care, and secondly because the person who took care of him turned out to be Chen Zikun, whom he despised and looked down upon the most.
"Uncle Zhang, what's wrong with you?"
Chen Zikun asked carelessly.
"Xiao Chen, Uncle Zhang is sorry for you."
Uncle Zhang grabbed Chen Zikun's hand and shook it vigorously.
Chen Zikun smiled honestly: "Uncle Zhang, what are you talking about?
Aren't we getting along very well?
Besides, I don't want to bully the elderly.
Don't worry, that kid won't be able to get up for at least three days, right?"
Yeah, what does that kid do?"
Zhang Bo said: "He's a manure picker.
He hasn't been here since years ago.
The cesspools and toilets at home are full and the stench is overwhelming.
He came here today and asked for wine money and red envelopes.
I was so angry that I cashed them out.
After a few words from him, this guy started threatening me."
Chen Zikun said: "That's it."
Uncle Zhang's injury was not serious and he left the clinic after half an hour of observation.
Chen Zikun still sent him back in a foreign car.
"Xiao Chen, sit down for a while and have a cup of tea.
Is there any good tea here?
I have enough high-quality tea."
Uncle Zhang enthusiastically persuaded him to stay.
If it had been in the past, Chen Zikun would have stayed shamelessly, but today he has become extremely Shyly: "No, Uncle Zhang, it's time for me to go back and take over my shift.
I'll see you later."
Watching Chen Zikun's figure go away, Uncle Zhang sighed: "What a good young man."
When Mr.
Lin heard about this incident after returning home, he told Uncle Zhang, "Let's find another dung picker, even if we pay a few more dollars."
After Chen Zikun returned to the car factory, he went to the backyard to take a look.
Just as he guessed, the manure pit in his yard was also full.
Fortunately, it was a cold day.
If it were the dog days of summer, there would be thousands of flies.
Even so, it would be unbearable.
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No, the sewage is almost flowing into the yard.
I went to Xue Pingshun to inquire.
After hearing the whole story, he smiled and said, "You are asking the right person if you ask me.
Our dung industry in Beijing cannot be underestimated.
If you offend them, it doesn't matter whether you are an official or a businessman.
Don’t even think about having a good one.”
Chen Zikun wondered: "How can a bunch of dung pickers be so awesome?"
Xue Pingshun said: "I had dealings with them when I was a patrol policeman.
Don't underestimate this industry.
This industry was formed during the Kangxi years.
We have a population of hundreds of thousands in Beijing.
The number of people eating, drinking and eating is huge.
Toilets and cesspits in every household, streets Who cares about the wild excrement produced by the horse-drawn dogs on the roadside at the end of the alley?
The government doesn't care.
The patrols don't care.
It's this group of people who take care of it.
They pick up the excrement and carry it to the city and sell it to the farmers for profit.
They used to be called dung men, but later they became big. , opened a dung factory, hired workers, and became a dung valve. " Chen Zikun said: "It's really three hundred and sixty.
If you are a top scholar in any profession, you can pick up anyone's dung and become a powerful person."
Xue Pingshun smiled and said: "No, a big dung valve, hundreds of workers under his control, more than a dozen dung tunnels, one dung tunnel can earn five to six hundred yuan, which is more profitable than a car factory pulling foreign trucks.
This There are many doorways inside, including dry and waterways.
The dry road is to carry a basket on the back and scrape the feces with the feces spoon.
The water channel is to help people clean toilets and earn some tips.
In addition, there are also pick roads to collect the excrement water used for cleaning toilets and sell it to farmers outside the city.
Now we can enjoy it as a family.”
Chen Zikun was dumbfounded when he heard this: "It's a one-stop service to make money, why don't we go dig out the shit too?"
Xue Pingshun said: "The excrement channels in Beijing have been divided a long time ago.
They were filled with human lives.
No one can get in.
Even the patrol police can't talk.
In the past, it was free to remove excrement.
Now not only To collect money, you have to show off to others, and if you offend them, they won't collect the excrement from your house for ten and a half months.
If you ask others, no one will dare to come, and you will have to beg them in the end. " Chen Zikun understood now that what Lin Zhai encountered was this kind of unscrupulous man.
"Our cesspool is also full.
Didn't we give them red envelopes and stop paying for them?"
Chen Zikun asked.
Xue Pingshun said: "They settle the bill annually.
Our house's expenses last year were settled by Escort Zhao, but no one has come to negotiate this year."
Chen Zikun understood that these dung diggers were confident and thought that the harvest would be guaranteed due to drought and floods, which was why the scene in front of Lin's house happened today.
Early the next morning, Mr.
Lin slipped as soon as he walked out of the door.
When he got up, he saw a layer of dirty ice on the ground, with faint traces of feces.
Who knew who had poured some feces and urine on his door late at night, and it was frozen.
Became ice.
Mr.
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Lin felt insulted and became furious.
Instead of going to the Yamen, he went directly to the police station.
An inspector received him.
Mr.
Lin handed over his film from the Ministry of Education and told the matter.
He stood at attention and vowed to deal with this matter strictly.
After returning, Mr.
Lin once again told Uncle Zhang to find a new manure collector and make sure the hygiene problem was solved.
But when he came back from the Yamen, he found another puddle of feces and urine at the door of his house.
It was fresh and the stench was so bad that he couldn't even walk.
Mr.
Lin was completely furious and went to the police station to complain again.
This time, he was greeted by a young patrol officer.
He told Mr.
Lin bluntly that it was inevitable for manure pickers to pass by your door and spill some urine.
The relationship between the manure collector and the household head is an employment relationship.
If they are not willing to help you collect manure, the patrol police will not be able to control it.
Although Mr.
Lin has read a lot of books, he is not a bookworm.
After hearing this, he naturally understood.
When he returned to the house, as expected, Uncle Zhang reported that no one wanted to come to the house to pick up excrement, saying that the back alley belonged to Boss Sun.
It's a dung road and it's hard for others to cross.
"These coolies really have no law."
Mr.
Lin was angry and helpless.
The problem of the cesspit at home must be solved.
Is it possible for him to dig out the excrement himself?
Even if he personally digs out the excrement, what should he do with the excrement?
In transportation, problems arise one after another and cannot be solved at all.
There was a stench in front of the house, the latrine in the backyard was full of feces, his wife kept nagging him, and Uncle Zhang still had a bandage on his head.
Mr.
Lin lamented and prepared to go to the police station again, asking the patrolman to come forward and make peace, and he would give him as much as he needed.
How much is it, you have to admit it.
Just as he was about to go out, he saw a manure man coming to the door.
He was a tall man, carrying a basket and a manure spoon on his back, with a piece of cloth covering his face
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