Film and TV: Starting from childhood, I will give up Zhong Yi

Chapter 269: Soft-hearted God, your life is miserable, what does it have to do with me

People can be lustful, but at least they must have a bottom line.

For a beast like Li Heman who attacks little girls, his tools must be confiscated.

"Brother..." Qiao Sanli called out a little nervously, her voice softened as if soaked in warm water, "What are we going to do?"

Lin Yuan smiled and said, "Go out and earn some money."

Sanli was a little confused: "Making money?"

"Ah."

Qiao Sanli followed Lin Yuan closely, and when they met many people on the street, she would hold the corner of Lin Yuan's clothes tightly.

People come and go on the street, mostly wearing plain-colored clothes of traditional and conservative styles.

Men's hairstyles are slightly more diverse, while women either have short hair that reaches their ears or wear two neat ponytails. There are almost no other hairstyles to be seen.

Unlike the streets of later generations, girls swayed in suspender skirts and high heels, revealing their slender legs wrapped in stockings and braiding all kinds of fashionable hairstyles.

Although there are no such pleasing sights now, the bustling streets in front of us, the heat from the steamed bun shops, the ringing of bicycle bells, the shouts of cake vendors, are full of the fresh atmosphere of fireworks, and you can even feel people's full enthusiasm.

Noticing that there were more people walking around, Lin Yuan raised his hand and touched Sanli's soft hair, and said softly, "Brother will teach you something. Don't be alone with others, especially men. Remember?"

Qiao Sanli raised her face and enjoyed the warmth in her palms. She was still young and didn't understand what this sentence meant, so she just nodded obediently.

"Li Heman who works at the oil mill is the uncle Li." Lin Yuan deliberately raised his voice and continued, "I heard from others that he specifically targets young girls who are ignorant and always does bad things to them secretly. You should stay away from him when you see him next time, okay?"

Lin Yuan was not only instructing Qiao Sanli, but also speaking to the passers-by around him.

It’s a pity that Qiao Sanli is still a child, so he can’t speak too bluntly.

Lin Yuan looked at the people passing by him calmly, and out of the corner of his eye he saw a few middle-aged women stop and whisper to each other while holding their vegetable baskets.

After all, in this day and age, information has to be spread in the simplest way: word of mouth.

As long as one person hears these words and a few people add fuel to the fire, Li Heman's bad reputation will spread like fallen leaves in the wind, sweeping across the nearby alleys.

Sanli knew the Uncle Li that Lin Yuan mentioned. Sometimes she would use the greasy bottle at home to get oil from the Qiao family. Every time she got oil from Uncle Li, she would give him a little more. She used to think that Uncle Li was a nice person.

But when she heard Lin Yuan say this, she kept nodding her head. Although Qiao Sanli didn't understand what kind of bad thing would make Lin Yuan take it so seriously, she felt that Lin Yuan would not lie to her for no reason.

"From now on, you don't need to go to my house to make oil, understand?"

"Got it, brother." Sanli responded vigorously.

"Li Heman from the oil mill bullied girls. He will get his comeuppance sooner or later!"

Lin Yuan deliberately emphasized the three words "Li Heman", as if he was afraid that others could not hear it.

……

Lin Yuan led Qiao Sanli into a supply and marketing cooperative. Behind the counter, a saleswoman in her twenties asked kindly, "Little friend, what do you want to buy?"

The little boy in front of me, although dressed simply, has a handsome face that makes anyone who sees him feel likable.

Lin Yuan said sweetly: "Beautiful sister, can I borrow a table from you?"

The saleswoman smiled gently at Lin Yuan and said, "Little brother, what do you want to borrow the table for?"

Lin Yuan said seriously: "I want to find a place outside the supply and marketing cooperative to perform magic and see if I can make some money to buy some delicious food for my mother and sister."

The saleswoman was surprised and said, "You can also do magic."

"Beautiful sister, I'll show you. If you like, can you lend me a table?" Lin Yuan asked expectantly.

Although acting cute is a bit shameful, it doesn't feel out of place at all considering his age.

At this time, another female salesperson who had just seen off a customer heard the conversation between the two and came over.

Lin Yuan took out a one-cent coin, held it lightly between his index finger and thumb, blew gently at the coin, and with a slight movement of his fingertips, the coin disappeared instantly.

He then showed the palms and backs of his hands to the two saleswomen, only to see that they were also empty.

Both saleswomen looked amazed.

Qiao Sanli nervously grabbed the corner of Lin Yuan's clothes, wondering how her brother could have disappeared.

Lin Yuan clenched his fist loosely, then slowly opened it, and the disappeared coin reappeared in his palm.

The two saleswomen couldn't help but exclaim in unison, this is too magical!

When Qiao Sanli saw the coin reappear, she also laughed happily.

"My two beautiful sisters, I'll be back before noon, okay?"

The two saleswomen whispered to each other for a few words, then moved an old table out of the storage room together.

It must be said that Lin Yuan’s good looks and sweet mouth helped him a lot.

"This table is what we used before. We don't use it much now, but it's a little worn out. Can you use this?"

Lin Yuan nodded quickly: "It works! Thank you two beautiful and kind sisters."

"But you have to register to borrow a table. Please register your school, class and name." The saleswoman said as she took out the registration book.

Lin Yuan did as he was told and wrote down his message carefully, stroke by stroke.

The saleswoman pushed the register aside and reminded him, "Remember to return the table after use. This wooden table is quite heavy. Can you move it by yourself?"

Lin Yuan nodded slightly, and the hair on his head swayed: "I can move it. Don't worry, pretty sister, I will return it as soon as I am done with it."

Lin Yuan carried the table out of the supply and marketing cooperative, found an empty spot on the street to set it up, and Qiao Sanli followed closely behind him.

Lin Yuan cleared his throat and shouted at the top of his voice: "Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, don't miss it if you pass by, the wonderful magic is free to watch! If you think it's wonderful, those who have money can support it with money, and those who don't have money can support it with their presence..."

This voice really attracted a lot of people, and Lin Yuan began his performance.

Coins disappear, coins shift, petals fall from your hands...

As today is Sunday, many parents brought their children to the market, so there were more and more people watching, but not many were willing to pay.

After all, people's living standards were generally not high at that time, and their consumption concepts were relatively conservative.

Seeing that he couldn't make any money, Lin Yuan gave Qiao Sanli a penny and asked her to go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a box of matches.

He brought the flame close to his palm, showing a painful expression on his face at the right time, and endured until the match was completely burned out.

This exciting and dangerous scene finally made everyone more generous.

Even so, when I counted at the end of the show, I only made a little over two dollars.

I don’t know when I will meet a kind-hearted God.

Although the training was not going well, Lin Yuan was not discouraged.

It all depends on luck, and Lin Yuan mainly wants to spread Li Heman's bad reputation. Maybe he can earn more by going to commercial areas or universities later.

Besides, there are so many ways to make money. If it doesn't work, he can try another way. He won't hang himself on a tree. Qiao Sanli looked at Lin Yuan's palm, her voice full of heartache: "Brother, does your hand hurt?"

After all, she saw Lin Yuan's painful expression just now.

"How can a burn not hurt? But you can endure it by gritting your teeth." Lin Yuan smiled and touched her thin yellow ponytail. "Let's go, go home."

He carried the table back to the supply and marketing cooperative and spent three cents to buy three fruit candies.

He placed two candies on the counter and said loudly, "Two beautiful sisters, this is for you. Thank you for your help."

Lin Yuan stuffed the remaining one into Qiao Sanli's hand and took her home.

The little girl held the candy in her hand, raised her head and asked, "Brother, don't you want to eat it?"

Lin Yuan smiled and shook his head: "I don't like it."

Qiao Sanli believed everything Lin Yuan said. She happily unwrapped the candy wrapper and put the candy in her mouth. The sweetness spread on the tip of her tongue and she squinted her eyes comfortably.

When the two returned home, Wu Xiulan was already at home, wearing an apron and preparing lunch.

Lin Yuan only kept a little change for himself and gave the remaining two dollars to Wu Xiulan.

When Wu Xiulan saw the money, she stopped moving her hands and asked in surprise, "Where did this money come from?"

Lin Yuan explained: "I earned it by taking Sanli out."

Wu Xiulan was puzzled: "How did you earn it?"

Qiao Sanli on the side said quickly: "Brother burned his palm with fire."

Wu Xiulan's face suddenly changed, and she quickly grabbed Lin Yuan's hands to examine them carefully.

Lin Yuan calmly let Wu Xiulan check him, and said with a smile: "Look, both hands are fine. This is a trick I learned from others. I'm not stupid, why would I burn myself with fire?"

Wu Xiulan breathed a sigh of relief and said angrily, "No matter how difficult our family situation is, we still need the money you earn. You should focus on your studies."

Although she said this, she still carefully put the money into her pocket. After all, every penny had to be calculated carefully, and children should not develop the habit of spending money recklessly.

Lin Yuan nodded seriously: "Mom, don't worry, this won't affect my academic performance."

After the family had lunch at noon, Wu Xiulan went out to work again.

In the afternoon, Lin Yuan did not take Qiao Sanli out again, but continued to teach her to read at home.

……

Two weeks passed quickly.

At the Qiao family, although there was one less child, no, to be precise, there were two children, the children still had a difficult life.

Even because Qiao Sanli was no longer at home, Qiao Zuwang reduced his spending on Qiao Yicheng.

Even a small piece of egg custard had to be shared by three children.

As for Qiao Qiqi, she had been sent to the home of his second aunt Wei Shufang by Qiao Zuwang.

Qiao Zuwang only got rid of this "hot potato" by paying Wei Shufang seven dollars a month.

Qiao Erqiang and Qiao Simei couldn't eat good food at home all day, so they thought of selling eggs and using the money to buy snacks.

But the attempt failed. Not only did he fail to sell the eggs, but he was also discovered by two security guards from the neighborhood committee.

"You are so young, yet you are already speculating. Where did you get this egg?"

Qiao Simei explained honestly: "We didn't steal it. We stole it from our chicken butts..."

Erqiang quickly covered Simei's mouth, but it was too late.

The two security guards were also neighbors. They didn't really arrest the two children as profiteers. They just sent them home and said, "You can't raise chickens in the city. You can let the children off the hook if they are ignorant, but you can't keep the chickens."

The male security guard grabbed the hen by the wings and the hen was unable to move in his hands.

Qiao Yicheng pleaded, "Auntie, we can keep the chicken locked up so it won't run out and poop, is that okay?"

The female security guard said seriously: "It is not allowed to raise chickens in this city."

However, Qiao Erqiang had a lot of affection for his pet chicken named "Luhua" and he held the male security guard's wrist tightly, refusing to let him leave.

The male security guard could only threaten: "If you don't let go, I will let the police arrest you."

Wu Xiulan heard the noise in broad daylight, found out what happened, looked at the female security guard, and tried to intercede:
"Director Liu, this kid is really ignorant. How about I kill the chicken in front of you, and then leave the chicken for them. This kid is so pitiful, he has no mother, and his father is irresponsible. Let them drink the chicken soup to replenish their bodies. Wait for me, I'll go back and get the knife."

The people from the neighborhood committee then agreed. In front of two security guards, Wu Xiulan cut the hen's neck, helped to cut open its belly, and then handed it to Qiao Yicheng.

Qiao Yicheng excitedly washed the casserole clean. He didn't know how long it had been since he had eaten chicken soup.

After a while, the soup was boiling and the whole small kitchen was filled with the aroma.

Qiao Yicheng placed an iron partition on the stove to reduce the coal fire so that the soup would be more fragrant and thicker.

Finally, Qiao Yicheng couldn't help but lift the lid of the casserole. In the golden soup, there were still green onion slices and a chicken gizzard floating.

He quickly dipped his fingers into the boiling soup, scooped up the chicken gizzard, took a bite, and Simei came over and took a bite as well.

The two of them took turns to eat the chicken gizzards, and soon they were all gone.

It was only after eating that they realized chicken gizzards were Qiao Zuwang’s favorite, so they agreed that if their father asked about it, they would never admit it!
As for Qiao Erqiang, he was curled up in the corner of the bed, missing the reed flowers that he had raised.

When Qiao Zuwang came back from playing cards and heard about this, he didn't say anything.

He picked up the iron spoon and fished around in the casserole, but couldn't find the gizzards. He asked Qiao Yicheng and Qiao Simei, "Where are the gizzards?"

Qiao Yicheng gritted his teeth and said, "I didn't see it when I washed the pot."

Qiao Zuwang believed it, put down the spoon, and ran straight to Wu Xiulan's house angrily.

As Wu Xiulan's family had just started eating, Qiao Zuwang jumped into the yard and started to scold: "Where did you hide our chicken gizzards? Do you think I'm blind? You are such a sly woman, you even stole the chicken gizzards."

Wu Xiulan was so angry that she stamped her feet: "Good intentions are really not rewarded. Who took your chicken gizzards? I think your children stole them and ate them."

Qiao Zuwang stiffened his neck and cursed, "Bullshit! I know the character of our child very well!"

Lin Yuan stood up and slammed his chopsticks on the table. He said bluntly, "Qiao Zuwang, the chicken was handed over to Qiao Yicheng intact. Now that you've eaten it, you want to blame it on our family? Qiao Yicheng, come here. In front of your sister, do you dare to say that you have never seen a chicken gizzard?"

Although Qiao Yicheng has a miserable life, what does this have to do with Lin Yuan?

There are so many people with miserable lives in this world.

No matter how hard your life is, you can't throw dirty water on others.

If this gets out, how will others view Wu Xiulan?

Qiao Yicheng was in a dilemma for a moment. If Sanli was not at Wu Xiulan's house, he would just say it. After all, there would be no evidence. The worst that could happen was that he would just stop having any contact with her.

But what if they turn around and take their anger out on Sanli, then wouldn’t I be screwing Sanli over?
(End of this chapter)