Men and women eating in the courtyard

When my writing hand got sore, I straightened up and looked at my watch.

Seeing that it was almost time to get off work, I carried my lunch box and went to the canteen to eat with a cigarette in my mouth. When I was getting lunch, I handed the order given by Master Shang to Shazhu and made an appointment to learn the craft tonight.

The two chatted happily for a while, but when they saw someone from the agency coming over to get food, they didn't talk any more.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, Li Xuewu started training with the members of the factory guard team. According to the training methods in his memory, the guard members were trained in physical fitness, search, offensive formation, capture and other subjects.

In fact, most of the escort members are the best in militia training and have high military literacy. However, the frequency of training is a bit low, resulting in weakened combat effectiveness.

It’s also very easy to improve, it’s just restorative training.

After practicing for an hour and a half, the team members took it back for repairs. It was soon time to get off work and they had to go on duty, so they only trained for an hour and a half every day.

Although the time is short, Li Xuewu believes that with the development of habits, the quality of the team members will be infinitely close to that of soldiers.

He used to be Dong Wenxue's trump card, and from now on Li Xuewu will cultivate his own trump card.

After getting off work in the afternoon, I checked the gate for a while as usual. I saw that the team was in good order and there were no more troubles, so I went home.

As soon as he entered the courtyard gate, he saw Shen Guodong squatting at the screen door of the outer courtyard twisting the iron plate on the tricycle.

Today's tricycles are larger than those of later generations. They can hold a lot of things in the back pockets, and the front frame is also large. Shen Guodong put a piece of iron sign through two corners of the iron wire and hung it on the handlebar.

"Guodong, what are you doing?"

Shen Guodong raised his head and said hello: "Brother Wu is back. The third uncle said that there must be a sign for collecting waste, otherwise people will think that they are engaged in transportation."

At this time, Wen San'er and Lao Biaozi, who heard the two talking, also came out and greeted Li Xuewu respectively. Li Xuewu parked his bicycle under the window of his home.

When I returned to the outer courtyard, I saw that the four tricycles all had iron signs hung on them, and a hammer was fixed with iron wire on the handlebars, which is the kind of hammer that is used during night patrols in movies and TV dramas.

This bangzi is a hollow wooden box. When struck, it makes a "bang" sound, which means a reminder. It was used to tell time in the past.

It seems that these people are planning to use this as a loudspeaker.

Seeing Li Xuewu looking at the clapper, Lao Biaozi explained: "In the early days, we knocked and shouted at the same time. Later, when we became familiar with the frequency, we would know that our waste collectors were coming by just knocking without shouting."

Li Xuewu looked at Lao Biaozi and said, "You can't come up with this idea."

"Hahahahahaha" Lao Biaozi laughed for a while and then said: "I really came up with it. When I was a kid, I heard a tofu seller using this, so I came up with this idea."

Li Xuewu was surprised and said: "Okay, Biaozi, you should treat each other with admiration after three days apart."

Lao Biaozi curled his lips and said, "That's right!"

Li Xuewu pointed to the iron sign in front and asked, "What is Boss Biao going to write on this sign?"

Lao Biaozi blurted out without thinking: "Just one word, take it!"

Wen San'er was so angry that he kicked Lao Biaozi on the butt: "Shut up! You don't know how to get out and take it with you."

After speaking, he turned to Li Xuewu and asked: "Chief Li, please give me some useful words."

Li Xuewu didn't answer Wen San'er first, but said to the old Biaozi who was still staring: "Uncle San is right, just write the word "Receive". Do people know what you accept? You think you are accepting a big girl and a small one? Where’s my wife’s?”

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Several people were made to laugh, even the laughter of the second child who was burning the kang in the kitchen could be heard.

Lao Biaozi blushed and shouted: "I want to take it, but someone has to sell it."

Wen San'er laughed and scolded: "If someone sells it, we can't take it back. The scrap company shouldn't be too impatient when it comes to taking it back! Hahaha!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

After everyone laughed for a while, they all felt as heroic as a tall building rising from the ground, and were ready to start a big fight tomorrow.

Li Xuewu pointed at the sign and said: "Let's see, write "waste collection". In the past, stores were willing to invert the sentence when naming their stores. Our junk industry has also followed suit. Besides, we have a boss who can't pronounce words accurately. "Uncle" "It's called "Shou". When people sell rags, don't they just shout "Shou, wait a minute~", it's just right."

Shen Guodong said: "I think it will work."

Lao Biaozi took out the red paint and a broken writing brush, intending to hand it to Li Xuewu for Li Xuewu to write on.

Li Xuewu waved his hand and said: "In terms of cultural level, I, Li Xuewu, am the tallest among us, but in terms of calligraphy, it is our third uncle. Come on, serve your third uncle with ink."

When Wen San'er heard Li Xuewu's compliment, his bones felt as if they were two ounces lighter. He modestly gave in and took the brush. Lao Biaozi and Shen Guodong held the iron sign and wrote the predetermined words on the iron sign. .

Shen Guodong used waste paper to wipe away the excess paint, so that the four tricycles in the yard had advertisements and plaques.

My eldest grandma helped me and made a dark box out of iron sheets under the rear trunk, which could hold more than twenty kilograms. She also installed an iron box in the trunk that was flush with the guardrail and could hold three pounds. It weighs about fifty pounds, and it can still be locked. It is so rusty and dark that it is not noticeable.

This is how Li Xuewu prepares to walk on two legs.

Today, when Lao Biaozi went to deliver food, he brought back news about Master Dou. Haizi heard that San'er's small courtyard has been arranged, and he will continue to repair the house in the west courtyard tomorrow.

Although the warehouse has not been built yet, the waste must be collected, and neither of the legs can be lame.

Standing at the screen door of the outer courtyard, I watched Lao Biaozi and others park their tricycles in the west courtyard, when Silly Zhu entered the courtyard.

"Hey, what are you busy with?" Silly Zhu carried an empty lunch box and wandered over to take a look. He saw Li Xuewu and his eldest grandma standing in the screen door and asked.

Li Xuewu smiled and said to Shazhu: "Brother Zhuzhu, come here, let me introduce you."

When Si Zhu saw a stranger coming into the courtyard, he entered the screen door and asked, "What is this?"

Li Xuewu pointed to Wen San'er and the others and introduced: "This is my childhood friend. I am going to do waste recycling with my grandpa in the west courtyard. Isn't this the one who lives nearby? This is Wen Hanze. My son is older, I have to call him Third Uncle, you can just call him Comrade Wen."

Silly Zhu looked at how he could describe the person in front of him. Anyway, it couldn't be related to the name he heard. He took the initiative to shake Wen San'er's hand and said, "Hello, Comrade Wen."

Wen San'er was the first to arrive and was very polite. He quickly replied: "From now on, we will all live in the same courtyard. Just call me Wen San'er."

Li Xuewu pointed at Lao Biaozi and introduced: "These are my younger brothers Li Wenbiao, nicknamed Biaozi, Shen Guodong, and Yang Erhaier."