Qiu Mingquan stared and stayed up all night, waiting for the first rooster to crow outside his window.
In 1988, on the outskirts of the city of Dongshen, there was a shantytown for poor people, not far from the edge of the city, and a little further away from the old railroad.
In the fields of the nearby suburbs, there were many vegetable farmers living there, and these poor people on the edge of the city lived next to each other, and every morning, the rooster’s crowing was the natural alarm clock.
The jade pendant was placed around his neck.
As expected, there was a voice in his mind: “I warn you, from now on, don’t try to take me off! Listen, the most important thing now is to help me find Master Yuan Hui–”
Qiu Mingquan just pretended not to hear, letting the voice bombard him.
The terrible thing about rebirth wasn’t the fantastic thing of rebirth at all, but when he woke up, he held a strange jade pendant tightly in his hand, and there was a ghost in the pendant!
This ghost was undoubtedly the handsome man who fell down with him.
A company’s president surnamed Feng?
After finding out the situation, Big President Feng, who was originally cold and arrogant, seemed to quickly enter the process of “finding countermeasures”.
First, he proudly asked Qiu Mingquan why he had tripped over him, and then blamed Qiu Mingquan for breaking his life-preserving jade pendant, causing him to perish – oh no, he died young.
After confirming again and again that he was really reborn, he immediately faced the reality, calmly and logically, and ordered Qiu Mingquan to drop everything and immediately follow his instructions to find some master he knew, Master Yuan Hui, to try to crack this predicament of his.
After listening in silence for several days, Qiu Mingquan finally came up with a definition of the man.
–A stern ghost who died unjustly and didn’t want to go to reincarnation.
“What stern ghost! I don’t even a body, neither a bloo-d-red tongue nor half a head, I’d like to be able to float around!” Great President Feng was indignant.
He was just a remnant soul, sealed in a jade stone!
The two seniors would always make breakfast early so that Qiu Mingquan could sleep more before he went to school, but today was Sunday, so Qiu Mingquan got up early so that his grandparents could rest a little longer.
Qiu Mingquan tiptoed outside the house, first picked up some cold water from the public tap in the courtyard, and hastily washed his face.
After washing up, he ran to the eaves of his house, picked up the black tin stove from under the broken linoleum cloth used cover it from the rain, using pliers to clip up a few pieces of honeycomb coal, and began to build a fire.
Although it was the late 80s, some families had begun to popularize the bottled gas cans, but for their kind of shantytowns, urban development brought about by the laying of pipelines, hadn’t yet benefited here.
This kind of tin stove, which disappeared in later times, used something called honeycomb coal, which translated to five or six cents a piece if bought alone, but more people made their own semi-finished honeycomb coal, which was even cheaper.
Although they were familiar neighbors, the honeycomb coal was piled up under the eaves outside, so from time to time, there were people who shamelessly tried to steal a piece.
Qiu Mingquan saw his own row of honeycomb coal, and froze for a moment.
Two pieces were missing!
A hint of anger rose in Qiu Mingquan’s heart.
In his previous life, when he was a teenager, he encountered this kind of thing, his family was alone and young, so he could only put up with it, but now, his mind was after all an adult of 30 or 40 years old, so this kind of bullying was especially irritating.
The coals at the bottom of the stove had burned all night and were completely extinguished.
Qiu Mingquan carefully chucked out the extinguished coals, placed the still-burning ones at the bottom, and put a new one on top, aligning them with the holes.
As the red fire slowly came up from below, Qiu Mingquan put a pot of water on it and started panning rice in the aluminum pot, then he cleaned a few sweet potatoes and chopped them up.
While he was busy, the neighbors also started to get up one after another, cooking and boiling water in the public compound.
“Xiao Quan is so early.” Next door, Old Wang’s wife came over with a yawn and pounded her waist, passing Qiu Mingquan’s coal stove, she poured a small pot of water into her own pot.
“Auntie got up late, it’s too late to boil water, borrow me some hot water.”
She had been an old neighbor for many years, but she always said it was a loan, so people wouldn’t get upset. The way of life of these petty citizens was indeed a very subtle and cunning thing.
“I’m upset. Why don’t you scold her?” In his mind, President Feng said coldly, “This kind of person sees you as weak and easy, how hateful!”
Qiu Mingquan was really provoked by him and raised his head.
The little thin boy’s dark eyes looked at Aunt Wang and grabbed her arm.
“I burned less today, you can find another family to borrow from.” His voice was calm and his eyes were dark as a deep pool.
Aunt Wang’s heart palpitated for no reason. This child’s eyes! Why did it suddenly seem different?
With a guilty heart, her voice became louder: “It’s not like i’m borrowing money. It’s just a little hot water. Be careful.”
Qiu Mingquan stared at her with a tense face, but his hands didn’t let up: “Yes, our family is old and young, so we can’t afford to be taken advantage of all the time, we’re poor.”
Many of the neighbors around laughed, Mingquan this little boy was usually very timid, but he was very powerful today.
Aunt Wang was so angry that she snatched the pot back with force, and the hot water immediately spilled a few drops onto Qiu Mingquan’s hand, which made him immediately let go with a cry!
Aunt Wang leaned back and half of the hot water splashed onto her arm, and the pot fell to the ground, spilling half of the rice inside.
“Ow! It hurt me!” Aunt Wang screamed.
Qiu Mingquan knew that it was a cold winter. When the water temperature came out and met cold air, it wouldn’t really hurt people.
The two roosters immediately leapt over to the side, pecking at the rice on the ground with great vigor, clucking excitedly and flapping their wings.
In the barber store next door, Liu Qinhua in her own doorway, slowly and methodically combed her hair: “Xiao Quan wasn’t burned, right? Be careful.”
Aunt Wang was shocked and angry, she jumped to her feet while grabbing Qiu Mingquan: “You little brat, you deliberately hurt me, see if I don’t ki-ll you!”
After all, Qiu Mingquan was an adult of 30 or 40 years old, so he wasn’t frightened by this battle, but just frowned at her quietly.
The two of them were close together, Aunt Wang looked at his calm expression, her heart was shocked, why was this child’s eyes so creepy?
But her arm hurt and she had never suffered such a loss before, so she slapped him: “I’ll teach you a lesson for your grandparents!”
Feng Rui was in Qiu Mingquan’s body, and his senses were connected, so he immediately felt a hot pain with this blow, he became furious.
–This shrew, hitting his host, wasn’t this hitting him!?
“Don’t go hard with her, play the victim.” He gleefully came up with an idea.
Qiu Mingquan hesitated, but he really listened to his idea, he screamed miserably: “Ah! It hurts!”
“Aunt Wang don’t hit me, I didn’t mean to! I’ll give you all the water in my house.”
He cried harshly, turned his hand and hugged Aunt Wang’s leg again, hands picking at the ground haphazardly, his hands were full of mud and dust and he gleefully wiped it on Aunt Wang: “Aunt Wang, don’t hit me!”
Aunt Wang’s face turned red, and when she saw that her new pants were covered with mud, she was on the verge of explosion, so she hurriedly wrenched Qiu Mingquan’s hand: “Get lost!”
“Don’t hit me! Don’t hit me!”
Aunt Wang was so fat that Qiu Mingquan’s little body looked especially pitiful by her legs. This time, some neighbors couldn’t help looking over.
Liu Qinhua walked over quickly, pulled Qiu Mingquan, and blocked him from Aunt Wang with a glare: “Aren’t you ashamed? You’re an adult hitting a child.”
Aunt Wang shamefully retorted: “Don’t meddle, you may not even have business today!”
Liu Qinhua’s family ran a hairdresser’s store, and business people were always superstitious, she immediately jumped up: “At least I won’t hit an orphan! Those who are unconscionable will be struck by lightning!”
In the courtyard, the sound of shouting, women’s cursing and cock-crowing flew up.
President Feng looked curiously through Qiu Mingquan’s eyes and was quite a bit shocked.
In his life, he had always lived a privileged and decent life, and had never been so close to such a vivid atmosphere.
Qiu Mingquan shrank behind Liu Qinhua and pulled her back: “I’m fine, thank you Aunt Liu.”
He used to be introverted and reticent, but this sincere thank you made Liu Qinhua’s heart soften.
Lowering her head and touching his soft black hair, Liu Qinhua waved proudly: “Your hair is so long, come tomorrow, I will give you a free haircut!”
The hot water on the stove was boiling, Qiu Mingquan changed the steamer and put the sweet potato rice on it, and the rice started to bubble with the fragrance of sweet potatoes.
At this time, Aunt Wang’s husband Wu Dagen, who was cooking on the side, let out a violent cough.
“Hey, what’s wrong?” Aunt Wang turned around and saw a stream of black smoke coming out of her stove with a strange, foul smell.
Wu Dagen suddenly let out a roar: “Which little brat pissed on my honeycomb coal!?”
The surrounding neighbors burst into laughter, and those who were close by took a bushel fan to prevent the smell of urine from drifting to their homes, and said with a smile, “Uncle Wu, your kid is also a naughty and mischievous, what if he did it?”
“Aigoo – which little bastard, so unethical and heartless!” Aunt Wang smelled the foul smell and watched the black smoke rolling, she was so angry that she jumped to her feet, and her big, strong voice was heard all over the yard, “If I catch you, I’ll beat your ass up!”
Qiu Mingquan stood in front of her, “I did it.”
Aunt Wang froze, she didn’t understand for a moment.
The boy in front of her had a clear voice, and his dark eyes were condescending: “My family has been losing coal balls recently, we’ve lost dozens of pieces. Last night, I peed on my briquettes, just to see who would steal them.”
The neighbors’ ears were perked up, and they all understood, everyone laughed out loud.
This Qiu family little boy, who was usually sullen, was quite smart.
Aunt Wang tensed her big face turned red: “Bah! It’s none of our business if you pee on your own honeycomb briquette! My boy does the same!”
Qiu Mingquan suddenly threw out a killer: “I gouged a small corner off my family’s coal balls.”
He picked up a piece of his own coal with his backhand, and the missing corner was clearly visible.
Then he tilted his head and showed an innocent expression, “Aunt Wang, where is your briquette?”
He stretched out his hand and was about to lift the coal ball by Wu Dagen’s feet, Aunt Wang hurriedly screamed: “Stop!”
The surrounding neighbors all understood and laughed non-stop, Liu Qinhua was overjoyed and slapped her palm: “Aiya, it’s true!”
Aunt Wang raised her eyebrows and turned her head to Qiu Mingquan and scolded him: “Little brat, no father to teach, no mother to control! What trash!”
Qiu Mingquan smiled lightly, and his snow-white teeth were unexpectedly sharp: “If my parents taught me to steal, I’d rather not have.”
In the previous life, when he heard such words, his young mind was naturally hurt and he felt inferior, but now it had long been unperturbed, ah.
Wu Dagen was honest and didn’t know what his wife had done. He was so ashamed that his red face seemed like it was bleeding.
He went to his own coal pile, reached out and moved a few briquettes, walked to Qiu Mingquan’s door, and put them down without saying a word!
He took one trip after another, carrying fifty whole pieces, before he stopped.
Aunt Wang was furious and blurted out: “Why should he be paid so much! I took at most a dozen -” the large courtyard of young and old all laughed out loud.
Liu Qinhua grinned, laughing: “Look, what a habitual thief. If you don’t admit it, let’s call the police to investigate, my son is working in the police station, just arrest her!”
The eldest son of Liu Qinhua’s family was 19 years old this year. He went to the secondary technical school of police officers early. At that time, the secondary technical school came out with the identity of a cadre, and almost all of them could be assigned to state-owned enterprises and public institutions.
Like the eldest son of Liu Qinhua’s family, when the technical secondary school results came out, he entered the police station. That was really a matter of family glory.
By the faucet, Liu Dongfeng smiled naively, “Mom, we can’t catch people casually.”
Liu Dongfeng was only 19 years old and had strong eyebrows and eyes. After several years of training in the police school, he had long been strong and healthy, which made him particularly dazzling among the weak boys and girls in the 1980s.
Liu Qinhua looked at her son, full of pride: “Small thieves are also thieves, you have to protect the people!”
Liu Dongfeng smiled widely, then gave a military salute: “For the people!”
At this moment, there was a strange sneer at the gate of the courtyard.
“Alas, no one went to work this early morning.” Four or five men in high spirits swaggered into the door. The leader was a man in his thirties, and his face was full of flesh.
The man stood at the door, looked around, and suddenly kicked down the nearest coal stove!
The pot smashed down, his sweet potatoes and porridge all fell to the ground, the burning flames of the briquettes broke into pieces, hit the cold ground, and quickly extinguished.
“It’s good to be at home. Have you considered everything I mentioned last time?” The man looked around with a sneer. He swung the thick wooden stick in his hand and shook it at will, making a sharp noise.
Qiu Mingquan suddenly clenched his fist.
“What’s the matter? What’s the matter?” Feng Rui was acutely aware of his unusual feeling. Since his rebirth, he Ha’s seen Qiu Mingquan as calm and good-natured. Now, he could feel Qiu Mingquan’s grief and indignation that he could no longer suppress.
It was like a strong molten slurry was about to spray out and burn the man in front!
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