Chapter 372: Collection of Waste Products

"Thank you, sir! Thank you very much." Yuan Mei, who was sweating profusely, pushed a dilapidated tricycle, and thanked the white-haired old man repeatedly.

The old man sighed, shook his head and went back to his room. An old lady in the house saw her wife come back, and asked, "How much did you sell for?"

"It's just a pair of rotten slippers, how can I ask for money? I gave it away." The old man said in a low voice.

But the old lady was not happy, jumped up and shouted loudly: "Twenty cents is also money, you pity the waste collectors, who pity us?"

Speaking of which, the old aunt went out to get back the money from selling the rotten slippers, but the old man quickly stopped her and said, "Don't go, the one who collects the waste is a girl in her early twenties, with a big belly, walking around the streets. It's really pitiful to do this kind of work. I don't know that it's that man who did the immoral thing, what a crime!"

The old man stomped his feet in hatred, but the old aunt still chased him out. Yuan Mei had just stepped on the tricycle when she heard the sound of hurried footsteps catching up behind her. Seeing that she was an old lady with the same gray hair, she got off the car embarrassedly and said with apologetic smile: "Auntie, those slippers are counted as plastic. Give you fifty cents, okay?"

The old lady didn't come chasing the rotten slippers, she just took a closer look at Yuan Mei's dirty clothes and her swollen belly, scolded 'you're a sinner', and asked: "Girl, how many children are there?" month?"

Yuan Mei lowered her head with a wry smile, then raised her head and said, "It's been four months. It's okay, I can take it, the doctor said the child is quite healthy."

The old lady had a look of hatred when she heard this, and she almost cursed and shouted: "Where are you a man? How can you let a pregnant woman come out to do physical work like this? This is really a bastard who kills a thousand dollars! Does the neighborhood committee just ignore it?" Is it? Wherever this kind of thing is said, we women are justified!"

Yuan Mei still smiled, and argued: "My man has something to do with him too."

Seeing that the little daughter-in-law in front of her was not dissatisfied, the old aunt thought about it a few more times, thinking that she had encountered some special situation. She fumbled in her pocket and took out a hundred yuan, and stuffed it into Yuan Mei's hand, "Take it."

"No, I can't ask for your money!"

"It's fine if I didn't see it. How can I ignore it if I see it? Just take it if you let me. I'm old enough to be your mother. Just treat it as my own mother."

"Woo woo woo..."

Yuan Mei pushed back and forth, but finally couldn't help crying and still accepted the money, thanking her again and again before leaving. The old aunt went home and told the story, "I think, maybe her man died, or there was a disability or something,

Otherwise, how could someone let his pregnant daughter-in-law come out in public to collect waste products? "

On the other side, Yuan Mei, who got a hundred yuan, was sore and happy, feeling that there are still many good people in the world. With great effort, she pedaled three rounds back to the shack area on the outskirts of Tianyang City, and entered a large yard full of rubbish.

In the yard, Guo Jiaming was leaning on a recliner, crossing his legs and playing mobile games. Seeing his wife came back, he lazily said, "Cook, I'm hungry."

"Okay." Yuan Mei parked the broken three-wheeler, wiped off his sweat, and walked towards the kitchen. Guo Jiaming still shouted behind her: "I stewed half of the chicken I bought yesterday. I always feel that I have not been in a good mood these days, so I need to make up."

Yuan Mei said 'OK' again, and silently entered the kitchen. At this time, there was a sound of motorcycles outside the dilapidated shed, and a young man got on and off a tricycle. The driver of the three-wheeler pointed to the signboard of "Buy waste and second-hand goods at a high price" hanging on the door of the shanty and said, "If you want to find the junk, this is it. There is a girl in charge of the house, don't worry about it, it's pitiful."

"No, no." The young man laughed repeatedly, paid the fare and walked to the door of the shanty. He smashed the broken iron door with his hand and shouted, "Is anyone there?"

There were a few bang bang bang bangs, and Guo Jiaming, who was sitting inside, held his mobile phone and didn't move, so he yelled: "Daughter-in-law, someone is outside!"

Yuan Mei responded in the kitchen, but before she came out, the young man at the door had already entered. When she saw the person clearly, she immediately exclaimed 'ah'.

"You prodigal mother-in-law, what are you yelling about?" Guo Jiaming was concentrating on playing the game, and was startled when he heard his daughter-in-law scream. He cursed and looked up to see what happened. The young man who came in at the door took off his sunglasses and looked at the couple as if he had seen a ghost.

Oh my god!

Guo Jiaming jumped up from the reclining chair in a jerk, ignored his mobile phone, turned around and ran, ran out and slapped and fell, got up and continued running, and hid in the back room in the blink of an eye.

So what if he just hid in the back room? There is still no place to escape, Guo Jiaming can only bravely poke his head out from the door and curse: "You surnamed Zhou, your **** ghost is still lingering! I have been hiding from you for several months, and I have been hiding in the suburbs." Here you come, you actually came to the door. Believe it or not, I will call the police!"

It was Zhou Qingfeng who came, and he felt bad when he saw Yuan Mei. Originally, the young woman's face was still ruddy with a bit of baby fat, but now she is thin and her chin is pointed. And her belly bulge was obviously pregnant.

Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the old furniture and all kinds of scrap metal piled up in the yard, and then walked to Yuan Mei's side and grabbed her hand and spread it out. The skin on the palm is rough and full of scars. How can this be the hand of a woman in her twenties? People believed that she was in her forties.

"Are you collecting waste here? Show me that hand." Zhou Qingfeng shouted in a deep voice.

Yuan Mei put his hands behind his back, and would not stretch them out even if he died. She was still like an angry wild cat, frowning and shouting at Zhou Qingfeng: "Why are you like this? I have already moved, and you still chase me? I have nothing to do with you, and I don't like you. Why are you Do you always like to be sentimental? Get out of here immediately!"

"Get out of here, you stupid woman is hopeless!" The young woman was furious, and Zhou Qingfeng became even more furious. He pointed at Guo Jiaming and cursed: "You f*ck are idle and not doing business, and let your pregnant wife suffer this kind of crime. I don't have to see this. How can I ignore it? I will cut you off today." Impossible!"

Zhou Qingfeng strode towards Guo Jiaming, Yuan Mei became anxious immediately, stretched out his arms and hugged Zhou Qingfeng's waist, and shouted to her husband: "Honey, run, this guy has killed people before, he is really vicious!"

Zhou Qingfeng looked slender and not too strong, but he was much stronger than Yuan Mei, dragging his daughter-in-law forward abruptly. Guo Jiaming's face was pale and his body was weak from the fright on the spot, but he couldn't escape this meeting! Seeing that the fierce god was approaching, he simply plopped on his knees, crying and shouting: "Stop beating, stop beating, please stop beating."

The master Sanlun who pulled Zhou Qingfeng here didn't go far, and stayed outside the shed the whole time. Hearing the commotion in the shanty, he stuck out half his head to look inside, saw that Guo Jiaming had already knelt down, and said happily in a low voice, "You deserve it! You deserve it! Wicked people have their own grind, and this kind of rubbish should be Take a beating."