ordinary human life

Looking at He Sihai's fierce face, he was eager to try.

If he doesn't leave, he may rush up and beat him up, and the hero will not suffer the immediate loss.

Seeing that he was about to leave, Mr. Liu didn't stop him, and looked at him coldly.

Throwing the magazine in his hand to him, he said, "Next time, you are not allowed to sell it at the gate of the school. I will greet the security guard and catch up once I see you."

He Sihai was also polite, and put away the books she threw over, and sold them to her students for 10 yuan next time.

Then he looked at the two women carefully, smiled and left with a book in hand.

From a distance, he could still hear Teacher Liu saying to Tang Xiaowan: "After school, don't be alone, try to go back with your classmates..."

Then a lot of male students offered to escort Tang Xiaowan.

He Sihai sneered in his heart, a group of licking dogs.

Although there were not many books, He Sihai was still out of breath after carrying them back to the rental house.

As for throwing, it is impossible to throw.

It's five dollars.

At this moment, the phone rang, and it was Li Dalu calling.

"Master, didn't I say that if I don't drink, I won't go." He Sihai took the phone and said with a smile on his face.

"No, Sihai, people died at the construction site. Don't come to the construction site these few days, wait for my call." Li Dalu hung up the phone after finishing speaking.

He Sihai didn't have time to ask other questions.

Chapter 3 Fearless

In the next few days, people from the Public Security Bureau came, people from the Cultural Relics Bureau came, and people from Party A came...

In short, the project has temporarily stopped.

How much money is lost on this day.

He Sihai thought of selling the remaining few books at the gate of the school for five yuan.

Originally, I wanted to go home, but when I thought of the 100 yuan round-trip fare, I was a little bit reluctant.

Seeing that he could only go out but not in every day, and his savings continued to decrease, He Sihai felt unspeakably irritated.

"Master, did the foreman say when to start work? If I don't start work again, I really have to consider going to the automobile factory." He Sihai couldn't help calling Li Dalu again to inquire about the news.

"Start work? Who knows, the foreman doesn't even know, and I'm watching too." Li Dalu said on the phone.

"How many people died? Is the problem so serious?" He Sihai asked casually.

In fact, he didn't care much about who died, or even how many died, he only cared about when the work could start.

Work to make money.

"How many more? Just one, Tang Sheng from Tangzhuang, the one who works in steel bars, do you know him?"

When Li Dalu said this, He Sihai was somewhat impressed.

Tangzhuang was not very far from Hezhuang where He Sihai lived. He remembered that Tang Sheng seemed to have a son. They used to be classmates in junior high school, but they were not in the same class.

"The point is not that people are dead, but cultural relics. It seems that several things have been stolen and have not been traced back."

"It seems that we have to find a way to make money, and this will not work." He Sihai was full of sorrow.

The sultry weather, the small and cramped rental house, and the mosquitoes flying around made He Sihai who was lying on the bed even more irritable.

At this moment, there was a "dong dong dong" knock on the door.

"Who is it?" He Sihai sat up impatiently.

He couldn't help but feel a little strange, so late, who would come to him, let alone someone he didn't know nearby.

But the person outside the door did not answer, but continued to knock on the door.

He Sihai didn't think much, and opened the door directly.

He didn't worry about bad people at all, because he was poor and had nothing to worry about.

When I opened the door, I saw a man in a blue labor protection suit standing outside the door, with his head bowed and a yellow safety helmet on his head.

I couldn't see his face clearly for a while.

On the construction site?

"You are?" He Sihai asked with some doubts.

Just then, the man raised his head.

He Sihai felt a chill from the tailbone along the spine, straight to the top of the sky, and he was covered in white sweat in fright.

Because standing outside the door was the dead Tang Sheng that Li Dalu had just said on the phone.

"People... people? Why... why is there no one." He Sihai tried his best to calm down, pretending to be nonchalant, looked around, and then reached out to close the door.

But a foot came in and the owner got stuck.

"Are you pretending to be a little bit?" Tang Sheng said with a smile.

It looks no different from a living person.

"Uncle Tang, I have no grievances or enmities with you, and I'm still a classmate with your Tangyuan. Okay, why did you come to me?"

He Sihai trembled, almost crying.

"It seems that you know?" Tang Sheng asked with a smile.

He Sihai nodded.

"If you have grievances, revenge, if you have revenge, don't come to me, okay. At most, I will burn more paper money for you."

"Don't be afraid, I won't harm you, I'm looking for you, do I want you to do me a favor?" Tang Sheng said.

"Help? I'm a poor man. How can I help you? You should find someone else."

What good can be done by asking for help from living people?

So He Sihai directly refused.

"Don't rush to refuse. It's just a simple favor. As long as you agree, I will pay you 5000 yuan."

"Give me 5000 yuan?"

When He Sihai heard this, he suddenly felt less scared.

I'm a fucking poor ghost, what kind of ghost am I afraid of?

"RMB?" He Sihai asked cautiously.

The matter of money must be clarified, not sloppy, and don't give him five thousand coins at that time, it will be a big loss.

"CNY, of course." Tang Sheng nodded with certainty.

"What are you talking about? I'll see if I can help. If I can help, I will definitely help. I'm not doing it for money. After all, I'm with Tangyuan." He Sihai said righteously.

"The last time the foreman settled 2 yuan with me. I haven't deposited it in the bank yet. I'm dead now. I don't know who is cheaper. So help me bring this money to my Tangyuan, so that he can study hard. No matter how difficult it is, I have to finish college too..."

As Tang Sheng said, he took out two stacks of money from his pocket and stuffed them into He Sihai's hands.

"You only need to give 5000 yuan to the glutinous rice balls. According to the rules, the remaining [-] yuan is your reward."

"Rules? What rules?"

He Sihai, who was looking at the authenticity of the money in his hand, looked up, and there was no one at the door.

If it weren't for the heavy 2 yuan in his hand, it would have seemed like he was dreaming just now.

He Sihai looked inside and out again, and after confirming that there were no strange shadows, he quickly closed the door.

Then he sat on the bed, his heart beating wildly.

It was only when he saw the two stacks in his hand that he regained his composure, and then counted and read the money in his hand several times.

Final confirmation.

2 yuan.

RMB.

real money.

"It's really like a dream, and you can earn 5000 yuan with just a word?"

Looking at the wad of money in front of him, He Sihai laughed out loud, wishing that there would be more dead ghosts like this.

Of course, he just thought about it, and his heart was still a little trembling.

The appearance of Tang Sheng almost destroyed He Sihai's past cognition. There are really strange things in this world.

The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. Everywhere I looked, it seemed as if a ghost would suddenly jump out.

His eyes fell on the two wads of money in his hands, and he saw the big man's head on the hundred-yuan bill.

He Sihai took out one and stuck it on his forehead, which was quite firm despite the sweat stains on his forehead.

The big boss protects the body, and the ghosts and gods evade Yi.

But when he thought of Tang Shenggang taking out the money, he felt uneasy again.

I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep.

Suddenly thought of "Sleeping Arhat" in "Martial Arts Cheats".

So he took a pose.

Soon fell asleep.

Early the next morning, He Sihai's first reaction when he opened his eyes was money?

When he saw the safe and sound 2 yuan beside his pillow, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

There are many people in the villages in the city, and there are many thieves.

For 2 yuan, He Sihai estimated that he would have to save it for half a year.

But he didn't have any ambiguity. Although he loved money, he didn't take money that wasn't his.

Absolutely not because he was afraid that Tang Sheng would be a ghost and would not let him go.

He Sihai's family is in Hejia Village below Baiyang Town, Hezhou City.

The villages here are all named after their surnames.

For example, Xiaoyang Village, Dayang Village, Tangzhuang, Wu Li, etc., you can know what the last names of the people in this village are, and there are very few people with foreign surnames.

A village is basically the same ancestors.

In the past, every village had its own ancestral hall.

It is a pity that many of them were destroyed and demolished in the past.

If He Sihai wanted to go home, he had to take a car from Hezhou City back to Baiyang Town, and then transfer from Baiyang Town to return to Hejia Village.

But since he agreed to Tang Sheng, he naturally had to go to Tangzhuang first.

Tangzhuang is actually not far from Hejia Village, about two or three kilometers away.

When He Sihai arrived in Baiyang Town by car, there was no market in the town, and all the villagers came from all directions to go to the market.

He Sihai bought a few boxes of rheumatism pain relief cream for grandma at the pharmacy in the town, and bought some snacks and a toy chicken for Tao Zi.

It is about five kilometers away from Baiyang Town to Tangzhuang.

You can take a car from Baiyang Town, the kind modified by agricultural tricycles, they call it a "bounce car" here.

Because it was too bumpy, I jumped up and down all the way.

Three yuan per person, based on the head, is basically the same price in several nearby villages.

But He Sihai didn't sit because he couldn't bear the three dollars.

Anyway, it's only five kilometers. He is young and strong, and walking is healthier.

He is not the only one who has such an idea. Along the way, there are many people who go to the market and walk home, but they are all older, and there are very few young people.

A car was bouncing around him, galloping past happily, and all the people in the car were shaking their heads in joy.