I have a portable farm

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"Zhao Xinyu, you pulled a total of forty-two carts of soil today. Each cart costs three yuan. Here is one hundred and twenty-six. Count them." A middle-aged man looked at a man who was about 1.75 meters tall, and his face turned a little yellow. , a young man with a figure like a bamboo pole, his eyes full of pity.

Zhao Xinyu wiped his hands on the dirty work a few times, then took the stack of money with both hands. Looking at the money in his hand, the tired Zhao Xinyu smiled more.

"Thank you, Uncle Li, I will come over early tomorrow."

The middle-aged man nodded, "Zhao Xinyu, your bones are too thin. It stands to reason that you can make a lot of money in a month. I heard from others that you still deliver food at night and express delivery on holidays. You... ..."

Zhao Xinyu's face showed a trace of bitterness for a moment, "Uncle Li, in order to support my education, grandpa got sick from overwork and still owes a lot of foreign debt. I have grown up now and I can't let grandpa anymore." Keep working hard."

"Then you can't work so hard. If you collapse from exhaustion, what will your grandfather do?"

"I'm still young and I'll be fine. Uncle Li, I'm leaving first." While speaking, Zhao Xinyu had already left quickly.

At the temporary water discharge place at the construction site, Zhao Xinyu pulled the water pipe to a corner, took off his clothes and took a cold shower, then took out a pair of washed, white but clean jeans from an old backpack and put them on, and then He quickly went to the work shed and handed over the motorcycle he bought for 500 yuan to deliver food.

Just as he put on his helmet, he took out a mobile phone that was available on the market and turned it on. After turning it on, he was about to open the takeout delivery platform when a number was displayed on the phone - little brother.

When he saw the caller ID on his cell phone, the smile that had just accumulated on Zhao Xinyu's face disappeared instantly. He smiled bitterly and answered the phone.

"Zhao Xinyu, what's the matter with you? Where's my living expenses for this month? Are you going to starve me to death?"

Zhao Xinyu's eyes narrowed slightly, "Xiaoxing, I did promise to give you living expenses every month. I just called you a thousand and five dollars last week, and you have already used up this month's living expenses."

"I don't care. If you don't give it to me, I'll ask grandpa for it. He can even support you, the adopted one, in college, but he can't ignore me, the biological one."

Zhao Xinyu's expression froze when he heard this, "Xiaoxing, don't look for grandpa, I will find a way for you."

"Tomorrow at the latest."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Xinyu's face was full of helplessness. He knew in his heart that he and Zhao Xinxing were both orphans adopted by his grandfather. However, in order to take care of Zhao Xinxing's feelings, he always said that he was adopted, and Zhao Xinxing relied on this , has been using this to blackmail him. In order to prevent his grandfather from suffering, Zhao Xinyu could only work hard to satisfy Zhao Xinxing.

Sighing, he opened the takeout platform, and the next moment there was an order. Thinking about the living expenses he had to pay Zhao Xinxing tomorrow, Zhao Xinyu took the order without even looking at it.

After receiving the order, Zhao Xinyu took a closer look and couldn't help but shake his head. The order was located at least twenty miles away from where he was now. This order would definitely be delayed, and if the other party gave a negative review, he wouldn't be able to make back the money in two days.

Zhao Xinyu took out his mobile phone and dialed the other party's number directly. To Zhao Xinyu's surprise, the other party readily promised not to give him a bad review, but made a request, that is, to help him go to a place to deliver a package.

Soon he got the takeout first. Zhao Xinyu got a very ordinary rucksack from the location mentioned on the phone. He rode away without asking.

"Lao Qi, the other party has already passed by with the goods. Please pay attention to receiving the goods."

At a fork in the road, there was a commercial vehicle without a license plate. A man put away his mobile phone and whispered: "The goods have left. You are ready to receive the goods and do it cleanly.

After getting out of the car, the man watched the commercial vehicle leave and let out a long sigh. He is another pathetic ghost. Just think of me as a useless waste that cleans up the world."

Although Zhao Xinyu said that the other party would not give him a bad review, he was still anxious. When the car passed through a dark section of road, a light suddenly flashed. Zhao Xinyu lowered his head subconsciously, and then he felt a bang on his back. It was like being hit by a heavy hammer, and he lost consciousness with a bang in his head.

When his body fell to the ground, the blood had soaked into the backpack hanging on his chest, and with the flicker of a faint colored light, the originally bulging backpack seemed to deflate a lot.

The next moment, the lights of a commercial vehicle turned on, and not far away, two people wearing masks and hats holding bright flashlights also came towards this direction.

When they arrived at Zhao Xinyu, who was covered in blood, they didn't care about Zhao Xinyu's life or death. They turned Zhao Xinyu's body over and reached for the backpack hanging on Zhao Xinyu's body.

"Don't move." The next moment, several lights flashed, and JCs in uniforms appeared one by one.

"Hurry up, there's an ambush."

"Lao Qi, something happened, Hua Gou and the others were arrested."

And just that night, the Pengcheng police issued a notice. They successfully solved a major case. The criminals ordered takeout, and the takeaway boy never checked the backpack to help them transport cultural relics. In order not to be secretly arrested, It was discovered that due to accidents on the road and taking away cultural relics, twelve delivery boys had died in just the past month. Fortunately, although the delivery boy was seriously injured this time, he did not die.

In the intensive care unit of Pengcheng First People's Hospital, a person who was wrapped like a rice dumpling was lying there, with only his nose and eyes exposed.

Outside the ward, a young man was negotiating with two middle-aged men, "What happened to Zhao Xinyu? How did he become like this?"

A middle-aged man frowned and said, "Who are you Zhao Xinyu?"

"I am Pang Mingyuan, his college classmate. His family situation is not very good. He runs takeout every night to earn living expenses. He did not go back that night. I just heard from my classmates what happened to him."

"He had an accident."

"Can I go in and see him."

"He is unconscious now. The doctor said that the chance of him waking up is almost zero. There is no use for you to go in."

Upon hearing this, the young man's face changed drastically. He climbed to the door again and looked at Zhao Xinyu who was like a rice dumpling on the hospital bed through the window on the door, with a trace of tears in his eyes.

Just a week later, Pang Mingyuan received news that Zhao Xinyu, who had been sentenced to death by the doctor, suddenly woke up. As his best friend, Pang Mingyuan, of course, arrived at the hospital as soon as he received the news.

When they arrived at the hospital, Pang Mingyuan saw a young man who was about 1.78 meters tall and dressed in flashy clothes.

"What do you mean, Zhao Xinyu is my brother, of course I will get his compensation.

As soon as Pang Mingyuan heard this, there was a hint of anger in his eyes. He walked over and looked at the claims adjuster specially sent by the takeaway company.

"what happened."

At this moment, a weak voice came from the ward, "Mingyuan, please call Manager Zhao in. I have something to say to him." ""

In the ward, Zhao Xinyu looked like a rice dumpling, but the bandages on his face had been removed, and the criss-crossing scars made Pang Mingyuan change his face.

"Zhao Xinyu, why don't you let me go to school? You said you would give me money but you didn't, yet you lie here pretending to be dead."

Pang Mingyuan's expression changed, and he stretched out his hand to grab Zhao Xinxing, "You are still not Xinyu's brother. Your brother has become like this, and you are still fucking talking. Come on, come out."

"Mingyuan, let him go."

After saying this, Zhao Xinyu looked at Manager Zhao who followed him in, "Manager Zhao, how much is the compensation."

"The compensation is 36,000 yuan. The company also heard about your situation and allocated another 20,000 yuan for humanitarian purposes."

"Mingyuan, how much are my medical expenses during this period?"

"You are the victim and the police bear all of your medical expenses."

"Manager Zhao, give Zhao Xinxing 50,000 yuan."

Zhao Xinxing's eyes lit up over there, "Hurry up, what are you waiting for?" At this time, he didn't even look at Zhao Xinyu.

"Zhao Xinxing, this is all the tuition for your future schooling. I can't help you now. If you dare to harm grandpa, you have to consider the consequences yourself." When he said this, the weak Zhao Xinyu's eyes The explosion shot out a beam of light, and Zhao Xinxing couldn't help but take a few steps back.

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