Siheyuan: Picked up by a goddess in 48 years

After lunch, Lu Zhenyuan rinsed his mouth with boiled water, but his mind was checking the cards he had left to deal with the beast.

I love a piece of firewood as it is, a light toxin powder I mixed myself, a brand new scrapped bicycle, a small bad luck charm, as well as unlimited itchy toilet paper and Don't Smoke Me Cough cigarettes.

After thinking about it, Lu Zhenyuan saw that no one was paying attention and picked up the small bad luck charm, and chose to use it on Jia Dongxu.

The small bad luck talisman simply turned into nothingness and disappeared.

Then he went out again and checked the public toilet, and sure enough, the roll of paper was gone.

But it doesn’t matter. I’ll make up for it immediately and then go back to pick up Xiao Yuyan to go to school together.

At the steel rolling mill, Jia Dongxu was eating alone at a table.

It’s not that others are afraid of him and dare not eat at the same table with him, but that they are excluding him.

Jia Dongxu is now an apprentice with a monthly salary of 18 yuan. If he does not pass the exam, he will have to work for 4 years before he can be officially hired. But because he has his master Yi Zhonghai to protect him, he is usually rude to everyone.

But human beings have class mentality, or a sense of personal superiority, wherever they are.

Just like in a steel mill, the workers don’t look down on each other, but apprentices have to be more or less polite to regular workers.

Especially the people in Beijing, everyone wants to save face and do things in a polite and respectful manner.

Take the workers in the steel rolling mill for example. It is common for those at the same level to call each other comrade, those who are familiar to you to call you by your name, and those who are not familiar to you to call you "you".

As for those who are of a higher rank than you, whether you are familiar with them or not, you have to call them "Master". If they are people you really know, you can call them Lao Wang, Lao Liu, or anything else. But if you call them "Comrade", although others will not argue with you, they will think you are immature.

If you meet someone who can't keep quiet, he will do you a lot of harm.

Jia Dongxu is almost the same. Unless someone is of the same level as his master, he basically calls him by his first name, or just "that guy". He has been looked down upon many times because of this mouth.

But because of his master, no one bothered with him.

In fact, many people have been unhappy with him for a long time, including other nominal disciples of Yi Zhonghai.

Yi Zhonghai is not here today and Jia Dongxu is alone, so this group of people deliberately isolate him.

Jia Dongxu knew more or less what was going on, but he had no regrets at all. In his opinion, his work rank would be promoted sooner or later, so there was no need to humiliate himself by flattering these people, and therefore he did not take it seriously.

But these people deliberately isolated him and stared at him with teasing eyes, which made him very unhappy.

But since his master was not there, no one stood up for him and he did not dare to cause trouble. He just ate his food with big mouthfuls and vented his anger.

"Uh……"

Jia Dongxu, who was eating in big mouthfuls, suddenly felt a choke in his neck. He straightened his back subconsciously, but it was of no avail.

His face turned red and his eyes were wide open.

As a bad premonition arose in his heart, Jia Dongxu also panicked and tried desperately to swallow the food in his throat.

However, the food seemed to be stuck in his throat and could not go down no matter how hard he tried.

The people around him also noticed Jia Dongxu's abnormality and cast puzzled looks at him, but soon they showed gloating smiles.

Jia Dongxu felt extremely embarrassed and tried to pat his chest with his hands, hoping to relieve the discomfort.

Perhaps the knocking worked. Jia Dongxu felt his stomach rumbling and he vomited out all the food. His breathing became smooth instantly.

But the food residue remaining in his throat made him cough violently.

The sudden change caught everyone off guard. The original mockery turned into surprise, and then turned into disgust.

Jia Dongxu was too embarrassed to stay, so he didn't even bother to pack his lunch box and ran out in a hurry.

Jia Dongxu felt a little better only after leaving the cafeteria. Having lost face, he didn't plan to go back now. He decided to wait until most people had left before going back to get his lunch box.

Thinking of this, Jia Dongxu took out a half-empty pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, then took out a match and lit it.

Jia Dongxu took a deep breath with the burning match in his hand still in his hand, but the smoke went into his throat and he felt uncomfortable again, and he couldn't help coughing.

But if he coughs, the cigarette will fall out.

He immediately held his throat and reached for the cigarette with one hand, but his willpower was no match for the physical discomfort and Jia Dongxu suddenly vomited. Not only was his mouth covered with saliva and snot, but his head subconsciously tilted forward because of the coughing.

As luck would have it, the cigarette butt poked directly into the hand that was extended to me, immediately causing a big blister.

At the same time, he felt a burning pain in his other hand. It turned out that the match had burned to the end. Jia Dongxu subconsciously threw the burnt match away.

One hand was burned by the cigarette butt and a blister was formed, and the other hand was burned by the flame. The cigarette butt was also extinguished, and the sparks fell on the clothes and burned a small hole.

Before Jia Dongxu could even curse him.

A gust of wind blew over, and the match stump that Jia Dongxu threw was blown back and landed on Jia Dongxu's head.

The stick of firewood, which had only a few sparks left, suddenly caught fire again when it met the greasy hair.

Jia Dongxu suddenly felt a little hot on his head, and reached out to touch it with a hissing breath.

"what!"

A scream came out of his mouth, and Jia Dongxu also reacted.

Not caring that his hands were burned by the fire again, he continued to slap them randomly, but the more he slapped, the more sparks flew.

Feeling the burning pain on his head, Jia Dongxu could no longer hold back and shouted loudly.

Someone came out of the cafeteria to check and saw Jia Dongxu with fire and smoke coming out of his head. He was stunned for a moment, then he reacted and shouted for help.

"Fire! Bring some water! Someone is on fire!"

When the people in the cafeteria heard the man's cry, they didn't go to get water, but rushed to the door. Someone is on fire? They had to see what happened.

How can a person catch fire?

Suddenly, everyone saw Jia Dongxu, who was rolling on the ground with fire and smoke on his head, and was slapping him.

Everyone was startled and shouted for water.

But by the time we get water from the kitchen, it might be too late.

I don’t know who was so quick-witted, but he ran up with a small bowl of leftover soup and poured it on Jia Dongxu’s head.

But at this time, Jia Dongxu was rolling on the ground in a panic, and he just happened to avoid it. The person who poured the soup slapped his thigh when he saw it.

But his actions served as a warning to others.

One by one, they took the unfinished soup and poured it on Jia Dongxu.

Wasting food is something that should be criticized and educated, but how can it be more important than saving lives? Therefore, no one hesitated.

Just pour it!

One guy even untied his belt to get help, but was quickly pulled back by a worker next to him.

The worker who saved his buddy's innocence breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly felt a malicious intent approaching. He looked up and found that several old women in the factory were staring at him with resentment. He trembled with fear and quickly hid behind the crowd.

With so many bowls of soup poured down, the ground beneath Jia Dongxu was wet. Fortunately, the fire above his head was also put out, but in fact it was no longer necessary.

Because of the originally black hair, less than 30% was left now, and more than half of it was burnt and curled up by the fire.

At this time, Jia Dongxu was covered in dust and vegetable soup, looking very embarrassed.

People were also very scared.

But judging from the situation, apart from the damage to his image, nothing happened. But just in case, everyone suggested that he go to the infirmary.

Jia Dongxu was already shocked and frightened. At this moment, his body was covered in vegetable soup, and his clothes were wet and stuck to his body, which was uncomfortable. He suddenly became a little mentally deranged. He didn't even say a word of thanks to the people who came to put out the fire, and ran straight to the infirmary with a sour face.

Everyone looked at each other, not knowing who laughed first, but everyone laughed immediately.

At this time, no one cared about Jia Dongxu's lack of manners. They were all amused by his image. Previously, they were a little hesitant to laugh at him.

But since you didn't even say thank you, then no one will worry about it.

He laughed without mercy.

Hearing the laughter from the crowd behind him, Jia Dongxu became furious and ashamed.

The vegetable soup flowed down his trouser legs into his shoes. The soles of his shoes were wet and slippery. He could only try his best to support his feet to prevent his shoes from falling off.

But because everyone was laughing at him, he subconsciously quickened his pace.

The back of the shoe did not hold his heel, his foot slipped, the shoe stayed in place, and Jia Dongxu fell straight to the ground.

The crowd burst into laughter again.