Chapter 183

On the outskirts of Dongshen City in 1988, there was a dilapidated shantytown where the poor gathered. Not far away was the edge of the city, and a little further away was the old railway.

In the fields in the nearby suburbs, there are many vegetable farmers living there, living next to these poor families on the edge of the city. Every morning, the crowing of roosters is a natural alarm clock.

Qiu Mingquan got up quietly, took out the jade pendant from under the pillow, and put it around his neck.

Sure enough, immediately, there was an extra voice in my mind: "I warn you, don't take me off at any time in the future! Listen, the most important thing now is to help me find Master Yuanhui--"

Qiu Mingquan acted as if he couldn't hear, like a deaf man, and let the sound bombard him.

Once reborn, the frightening thing is not the unimaginable thing of rebirth, but that when he woke up, he was holding a strange jade pendant tightly in his hand, and there was a ghost in that pendant!

This ghost was undoubtedly the handsome man who fell from the building with him.

What group president is here, it is said that the surname is Feng?

After clarifying the situation, President Feng, who was originally cold and arrogant, seemed to have quickly entered the process of "finding countermeasures".

First, he arrogantly asked Qiu Mingquan why he came out and tripped him, and then blamed Qiu Mingquan for breaking his life-saving jade pendant, which caused him to die—oh no, he died young.

After repeatedly confirming the real rebirth, he immediately faced the reality, calmly and logically ordered Qiu Mingquan to put down everything, and immediately followed his instructions to find some master Yuanhui he knew to try to crack his dilemma.

After listening silently for a few days, Qiu Mingquan finally gave this person a definition.

--A ghost who died unjustly and was unwilling to be reincarnated.

"What a ghost! It doesn't even have a body, neither a blood-red tongue nor half of a head. I want to be able to float around!" President Feng was indignant.

He is just a remnant soul, sealed in jade!

In order to let Qiu Mingquan, who was going to school, get more sleep, the two old people would always prepare meals early, but today is Sunday, so Qiu Mingquan got up early sensiblely so that his grandparents could rest for a while.

Qiu Mingquan tiptoed outside the house, first took some cold water from the public faucet in the yard, and washed his face hastily.

After washing, he ran to the eaves of his house, picked up the pitch-black tin stove, picked up a few pieces of briquettes with tongs from under the broken linoleum cloth that sheltered the rain, and started to light the fire.

Although in the late 1980s, some households had begun to popularize bottled gas tanks, but for their shantytowns, the laying of pipelines brought about by urban development has not yet benefited here.

This kind of tin stove, which disappeared in later generations, uses a thing called honeycomb coal, which is equivalent to five or six cents a piece if bought alone, but more people make semi-finished honeycomb coal by themselves, which is cheaper.

Although they are all familiar neighbors, the briquettes are all piled up under the eaves outdoors, and from time to time, someone will shamelessly steal a piece when they run out.

No, Qiu Mingquan was taken aback when he saw the row of briquettes in his house.

Two dollars less!

A trace of anger rose in Qiu Mingquan's heart.

When he encountered this kind of thing in his teens in his previous life, he was lonely and young at home, so he could only swallow his anger, but now, after all, his mind is already an adult in his 30s and 40s, so such bullying seems particularly irritating.

The coal at the bottom of the coal stove has been completely extinguished after burning overnight.

Qiu Mingquan carefully took out the extinguished coal, put the one that was still burning at the bottom, and put a new one on top, aligning it with the hole.

Red flames slowly burned up from below, Qiu Mingquan lay down on a pot of water, began to wash rice in the aluminum pot, cleaned a few sweet potatoes along the way, chopped them and put them in.

During the busy time, the neighbors also began to get up one after another, cooking and boiling water in the public courtyard.

"It's so early for Koizumi." Sister-in-law Wang next door walked over, yawning and beating her waist. When passing by the coal stove of Qiu Mingquan's house, she poured a small half pot of water into her own pot.

"Auntie got up late and didn't have time to boil the water, please borrow some hot water."

I have been an old neighbor for many years, and they say it is a loan, so that it will not make people feel distressed enough to turn their heads. The means of life of these petty bourgeois is indeed a very subtle, quasi-cunning thing.

"I'm upset, why don't you just scold her boldly?" In his heart, President Feng's voice was cold, "This kind of petty citizen has seen that you are weak and deceitful, hateful!".

Qiu Mingquan was provoked by him, and he raised his head as expected.

The small and thin young man looked at Aunt Wang with his dark eyes, and stretched out his hand to hold her down.

"I didn't have a fever today, so you can borrow it from someone else." His voice was calm, and his eyes were as black as a deep pool.

Aunt Wang's heart trembled for no reason. The child's eyes! Why does it seem to be different suddenly?

Feeling guilty, her voice became louder instead: "Oh, it's not borrowing money, just a little hot water, be careful the more you dig, the poorer you will be!"

Qiu Mingquan stared at her sullenly, but he didn't let go of his little hands: "That's right, our family is old and young, and we can't afford to be taken advantage of by others all the time. If you are poor, you must be poor."

Many of the neighbors around laughed, Mingquan, a kid who usually can't make a dull fart with three sticks, is very powerful today.

Aunt Wang was very angry at this moment, she grabbed the pot forcefully, a few drops of hot water splashed out, and just splashed on Qiu Mingquan's hand, Qiu Mingquan immediately let go of his hand with a loud cry!

Aunt Wang leaned back, and half of the pot of hot water was poured onto her arms. The pot fell to the ground with a bang, and half of the rice in it was spilled.

"Oh! It hurts me to death!" Aunt Wang screamed.

Qiu Mingquan knew in his heart that it was the twelfth lunar month of winter, and when the water came out at this temperature and encountered cold air, it would not really hurt people.

Immediately, two big roosters leaped over to the side, pecking at the rice on the ground with vigor, clucking excitedly, their wings flying around, and it was very lively.

Liu Qinhua from the barber shop next door was at the door of her house, combing her hair slowly: "Did Koizumi get burned? Be careful."

Aunt Wang was startled and angry there, and while jumping and blowing the back of her hand, she grabbed Qiu Mingquan: "You little bastard, you deliberately hurt me, see if I don't kill you!"

After all, Qiu Mingquan was an adult in his 30s and 40s, how could he be frightened by this battle, he just looked at her quietly frowning.

The two were close, and Aunt Wang was shocked when she saw his calm expression. Why is the child's eyes so creepy?

But her arm was hurting, and she had never suffered such a disadvantage, so she slapped her head and face: "I will teach you a lesson for your grandparents!"

Feng Rui felt the same in Qiu Mingquan's body, and immediately felt a burning pain, and couldn't help being furious.

--This shrew, hitting his host is not hitting him!

"Don't fight her hard, you're pretending to be cowardly." He cheerfully suggested.

Qiu Mingquan hesitated for a moment, and really listened to his idea, and screamed weakly: "Ah! It hurts!"

"Aunt Wang, don't hit me, I didn't mean it! My water...is all for you."

He cried miserably, and then hugged Aunt Wang's leg with his hands again, pawing at the ground with both hands, and wiped the putty all over Aunt Wang's body vigorously: "Aunt Wang, don't hit me!"

Aunt Wang blushed, she saw that her new trousers were full of mud, she was about to suffer from angina pectoris, she quickly pulled Qiu Mingquan's hand: "Get lost!"

"Don't hit me! Woooooooooooo..."

Aunt Wang's five-year-old and third-year-old are jumping around, and Qiu Mingquan's small body is especially pitiful next to her legs. This time, many neighbors couldn't stand it.

Liu Qinhua walked over quickly, grabbed Qiu Mingquan, and blocked Aunt Wang angrily: "A grown-up is not ashamed to beat a child!"

Aunt Wang gave a "pooh" in embarrassment: "Midget your own business, be careful not to open the door for business!"

Liu Qinhua's family owned a barber shop, and the businessman was very superstitious, so he immediately jumped up: "I don't have a business and I'm poor, and I don't want to think about orphans and old people! Those who have no conscience are struck by lightning!"

In the courtyard, the noise, women's scolding and rooster crowing, flew up.

President Feng looked curiously through Qiu Mingquan's eyes, quite shocked.

In his life, he has always lived a good and decent life. How has he ever been in such close contact with this fresh market atmosphere?

Qiu Mingquan shrank behind Liu Qinhua and pulled her: "I'm fine, thank you Aunt Liu."

He used to be reserved and reticent, but this sincere thank you made Liu Qinhua's heart soften.

Bowing her head and stroking his soft and black hair, Liu Qinhua waved her hand proudly: "The hair is so long, come tomorrow, I'll give you a free haircut!"

The hot water on the stove boiled, Qiu Mingquan changed to a steamer and put the sweet potato porridge on it, after a while the porridge started bubbling with sweet potato aroma.

At this moment, Aunt Wang's husband, Wu Dagen, who was cooking, coughed violently.

"Hey, what's going on?" Aunt Wang turned her head and saw a puff of black smoke coming out of her own stove, with a strange smell.

Wu Dagen suddenly roared: "Which little bastard, piss on my briquettes!"

The neighbors around burst into laughter, and those who were close took a cattail fan and slammed it hard to prevent the smell of urine from wafting into their homes, and said with a smile: "Uncle Wu, your own boy is also a mischievous one, why? Didn't he do it?"

"Hey, what kind of bastard is so wicked!" Aunt Wang smelled the foul smell and saw the black smoke billowing. She jumped her feet angrily, and yelled so loudly that the whole yard could hear, " I caught it, I'll beat your ass and you can't take care of yourself!"

While cursing vigorously, Qiu Mingquan stood in front of her and raised his eyebrows slightly: "I did it."

Aunt Wang was stunned for a while, but didn't understand for a moment.

The boy in front of him had a clear voice, and his black eyes were neither humble nor condescending: "Recently, my house has been throwing coal balls all the time. I lost dozens of dollars. Last night, I urinated on my coal balls, and I wanted to see who will steal."

The ears of the neighbors around were all pricked up, and they all understood at this moment, and laughed out loud with a "puchi".

This little girl from the Qiu family is usually dull, but she has a lot of eyes.

Aunt Wang came to her senses, her big face flushed red: "Bah! It's none of our business that you piss on your own briquettes! My kid will piss too!"

Qiu Mingquan let out an "oh", and suddenly threw out a trump card: "Under the coal balls of my house, a small corner was picked off."

He picked up a piece of coal from his home with his backhand, and there was a missing corner on it.

Then he tilted his head, showing a naive expression: "Aunt Wang, where's your briquettes?"

He stretched out his hand and was about to lift the briquettes at Wu Dagen's feet, but Aunt Wang screamed guiltyly: "Stop!..."

The neighbors around all understood, and couldn't stop laughing. Liu Qinhua was even more overjoyed, and slapped her hands: "Oh, that's true!"

Aunt Wang raised her eyebrows, turned her head to Qiu Mingquan and cursed: "Little bastard has no father to teach, no mother to control! You are just farting!"

Qiu Mingquan smiled lightly, his snow-white teeth were unexpectedly sharp: "If my parents teach me to steal, I'd rather not."

Hearing such words in the previous life, the young heart would naturally feel pain and feel inferior, but now... the waves have long since calmed down.

Wu Dagen is an honest person, and he didn't know what his wife did, but now he was so ashamed that his black and red face was about to bleed.

He thumped to the coal pile in his house, stretched out his hand to move a few briquettes, walked to the door of Qiu Mingquan's house, and put them down without saying a word!

One after another, he moved a full fifty yuan before he stopped panting.

Aunt Wang was furious, and blurted out: "Why pay him so much! I only took a dozen yuan at most--" As soon as the words came out, all the people, young and old, burst into laughter.

Liu Qinhua grinned, and laughed haha: "Look, he's still a habitual thief. If you don't admit it, call the police to investigate. My boss can work at the police station, so arrest him directly!"

The eldest son of Liu Qinhua's family is nineteen years old this year, and he attended the technical secondary school police officer school early. At that time, after the technical secondary school, he had the status of a cadre directly, and he could basically be contracted and assigned to state-owned enterprises and public institutions.

Like the eldest son of Liu Qinhua's family, he went to the police station after he came out of technical secondary school, which is really a good thing for the family.

Beside the faucet, Liu Dongfeng smiled naively, showing half of his arm in winter: "Mom, we can't arrest people casually."

Liu Dongfeng was nineteen years old, with thick eyebrows and handsome eyes. After several years of training in the police academy, he had already grown into a strong and healthy body. He was particularly dazzling among the generally weak boys and girls in the 1980s.