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Yang Qingwu tried some effort to throw the man on his bed, and was afraid of dying on his bed, so he poured some hot water on him, and at least he stuffed some leftover pork head meat and half-pulled steamed buns in it.

Finally, he felt that the man's hands were a little scary. Yang Qingwu hesitated for a moment and poured all the remaining two taels of white wine into his stomach.

After all this, he still did not wake up Zhang Sheng who was sleeping on another bed. Yang Qingwu looked at the book with the cover of the table "Lecture Notes on Logical Behavior" and then looked at Zhang Sheng's bed.

After hesitating for a moment, I put on an extra coat, picked up the book and walked into the restaurant kitchen.

There is a coal stove there, which is usually used to boil water, and it is quite warm.

In this way, Yang Qingwu looked at the book "Logistic Behavioral Lecture Notes" and made it to dawn.

In the early morning of the second day, it was dawn. Yang Qingwu, who was squinting by the coal stove, was suddenly awakened by Zhang Sheng's scream!

He quickly got up and ran into the room.

It turned out that I wanted to go to the bathroom when I woke up early, but suddenly I found that there was another person lying on Yang Qingwu's bed, and his face was so pale and his lips were black and chapped. If I hadn't been trembling and twitching, I could have just been pulled to the funeral home to cremate.

"Qingniu, what's going on?"

When Zhang Sheng saw Yang Qingwu coming in from the door, he was so scared that he lost his urination and immediately got into the bed.

"I fell to the restaurant last night and I gave it a kindness and got it on the bed. When I woke up, I asked him to hurry up!"

Yang Qingwu carefully tucked the quilt for the strange man and said:

"I think he looks like he has a high fever. I still have colds and drink the remaining medicine. Should I give him some?"

Zhang Sheng rarely wants to do something good without asking for anything, and said:

"Oh, that's it! I think he's also having a fever!"

So, Yang Qingwu poured out more than a dozen small pills from the black plastic bag that Zhang Sheng had taken out for a long time and stuffed them all into the man's mouth.

Seeing that man with a high fever and a heavy gangster was filled with such a large handful of pills as Yang Qingwu, Zhang Sheng asked with some concern:

"You can't kill anyone if you drink this medicine!"

"It's okay. He's so hot that he has to use a strong medicine. Get up quickly, it's time to open the door!"

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Before leaving, Yang Qingwu looked at the man's cracked lips and poured a large bowl of water directly.

After lunch, Yang Qingwulei's head was steaming after taking off her cotton jacket.

After serving the stew, he squatted under the wall and finished eating. He wiped his mouth and took the time to play chess with Grandma Chang.

During the Chinese New Year, no one in Grandma Chang's family has ever been here, and it seems very deserted.

On the night of 30, Yang Qingwu took Grandma Chang to the restaurant for New Year's Eve dinner after getting the boss's consent.

When people get old, they don’t want to enjoy much blessings. They just hope not to be so lonely and have no companion to talk, and they feel uncomfortable.

Although Grandma Chang didn't say anything to Yang Qingwu, she was really moved by this calf who ran out of Henan and endured a lot of hardships. She was very treacherous and shrewd.

The chess game was finished soon, and Yang Qingwu did not rush back and had a few chats with Grandma Chang.

"Qingniu, you have to beat me up! My body is getting worse day by day."

"Grandma, what are you talking about! Your body is well-behaved. Just drink the Chinese medicine I made for you every day to make you live for a hundred years."

Yang Qingwu was a little like a drug dealer selling fake medicine, grinning and laughing:

"Qingniu, tell me why this person is poor and rich? Are he noble and cheap?"

"Hehe, rich people, officials all have great knowledge, that's called having the ability. People like me are people who don't study hard and have no ability."

While lowering his head, Yang Qingwu studied and deduced how Grandma Chang won her just now, she replied:

"Green Niu! Grandma tells you, poor people are not stupid, not incompetent, that is fate!"

Yang Qingwu, who was fiddling with this soldier in his hand, remembered a sentence: "One life, two fortunes, three Feng Shui, four accumulations of good deeds, five readings, six titles, seven appearances, eight respecting gods, nine companions, noble people, are health preservation."

Then what is this? I don’t know if the ancestral tomb is there! It’s really a life-threatening life!

Yang Qingwu unconsciously held the chess piece in his hand a little tightly.

"What? Qingniu, I feel that he is not lucky and I am unwilling to accept it?"

"No, I'm willing to accept my fate, grandma!"

Yang Qingwu, who had been lowering his head, raised his head. At about three o'clock, the sun shone on his face, which was not handsome no matter how you look at it, there were still some oil stains on his body.

It is such a flat head squatting on the ground with micron eyes, white teeth, and shaving three quick money. Every day, he is careful not to make any mistakes. Even if he is tired every day, he never forgets to read some books on economics and management. He really thinks of a young man holding a pawn in his hand after a few months of adult college entrance examination.

He said to his mother-in-law who had experienced all the world and experienced ups and downs, "I accept my fate."

Yang Qingwu didn't stay under this stout banyan tree for too long. After packing up the chessboard, he hurried back to the restaurant.

"You accept your fate? I don't believe it!"

Grandma Chang looked at Yang Qingwu's back as she was in the restaurant and muttered to herself with appreciation:

"Child, the poor man's life is recognized by himself, and the wealthy man's life is earned and fought for by himself. What a good man wants is a domineering and domineering person who is against the will of heaven and usurping his life!"

Life is chess, and I am willing to be a soldier. Although I act slowly, who can see me take a step back?

Yang Qingwu, who returned to the restaurant, saw that he had no time to go back to his residence and looked at the stranger.

I don’t know if Zhang Sheng’s medicine expired and failed or the man was so sick that he covered Zhang Sheng’s quilt but he still couldn’t stop him from trembling all over, and his forehead was hot as he touched him.

"That's great. I originally wanted to do something good, but I didn't expect it to be so troublesome."

The proprietress also came over, looked at the strange man whose face was red and whose lips were dry and chapped, put down a pot of hot water, and said lightly: "Call him a sir! If you don't have money, you will deduct it from your salary first!"

Yang Qingwu responded awkwardly when he heard this:

"Okay, I'll go find a doctor now!"

Before leaving, Yang Qingwu picked up the dusty meal order in the restaurant and dialed 110.

After he explained the situation clearly, he asked tentatively: "Brother Police, can you pull him away?"

The police comrades' answer was real.

"This, he is not a bad person. We will take the bad person away. You do good things to the end! On behalf of our district government, I would like to pay tribute to you!"

After hearing the police's words, Yang Qingwu put down the phone helplessly.

Zhao Jia, who was also taking leave because of a cold, happened to go downstairs to drink water. After hearing Yang Qingwu's unsuccessful request for help from the People's Police, rolled his eyes at him, and drank with a teacup and said:

"Why is it so difficult for you to do a good thing?"

The despised Yang Qingwu responded calmly:

"Doing good things doesn't cost money. If your mother reimburses me for good things, I can do good things and turn this small restaurant into a shelter!"

Without much quarrel with Zhao Jia, Yang Qingwu was a little sad and went to the doctor.

The doctor cleanly made a drip and also cleanly collected Yang Qingwu for tens of dozens of dollars.

Looking at Yang Qingwu's face grinning with ache, Zhao Jia beside him bit her pink lips and whispered:

"Yang Qingwu, look at your unpromising appearance, isn't it just some money!"

"Do you want an injection? If you want an injection, I will give you a hundred dollars quickly, I will never feel sorry."

"Don't you feel sorry? Just brag, you will pay a hundred bucks. If you spend a hundred bucks, you will still feel crazy!"

"If I give you an injection, I won't feel sorry!"

Yang Qingwu looked at the strange man who lost to the drowning bottle with a concern, glanced at Zhao Jia's buttocks that looked very good, and said lightly.

"Yang Qingwu, you bastard!"

Zhao Jia, the little girl, is the opponent of Yang Qingwu, who twisted her waist and scolded Yang Qingwu, then went upstairs with a red face.

Seeing that he had successfully teased Zhao Jia, Yang Qingwu felt better in a better mood. He stepped forward and tucked the quilt, and said to the confused man with a high fever:

"You spend my money and are my own people. If you listen to me in the future, you can't die. I will never do a loss business."

That night, the man's fever gradually subsided and he woke up at night.

Seeing Yang Qingwu reading a book beside him, he asked with a hoarse throat:

"Is this? Who are you?"

"This is a Northeastern restaurant in a certain urban-rural fringe in Shanghai. My name is Yang Qingwu, um! Just call me Qingniu."

Yang Qingwu quickly closed the book and got up to give him a glass of water.

"Our boss's wife is called Sun Erniang, and she is about to chop you up and make a bun with human meat buns!"

Zhang Shengzheng looked at the color and love magazine found under Yang Qingwu's bed with relish. When he saw the strange man wake up, his face flushed and said:

"My name is Jiang Zhuohe, from Jiangxi, thank you! You saved me!"
To be continued...