Reborn Nine Zero Sweetheart Cub

Things can't be hidden in a small village.

The news that Heizi came to discuss business with Fu Yanchi spread quickly.

The villagers waited to see the outcome one by one as if they were joining in the fun.

There's no malice, it's just fun.

Heizi has always been an unapproachable existence in the eyes of the villagers.

Even though Heizi changed later, and everyone gradually changed their view of him, it was not to the extent that he was blind enough to believe whatever he said.

He is a mischievous master, a master who will never suffer any loss in anything he does.

Heizi said in front of him that he would bring thirty carts of goods a month, which sounded like a big lie no matter how he sounded.

Some villagers who were close to Yan Xi specifically asked him about the new energy company they had opened in the city, which was a company that recycles waste grease for reuse.

The company has dedicated salesmen who go out to do door-to-door recycling. Because it is purely errand work, there is commission in addition to the basic salary. The more you work, the more you get.

The company has been established for more than half a year, and the most capable salesman can only bring back ten cars a month.

Heizi said it was thirty cars. Isn't this just empty talk?

How can you, a bastard who has never done anything serious, be better than a specially trained salesperson?

For a time, there were more eyes than ever on Heizi.

"Dad, Uncle Heizi hasn't passed by our yard for several days." After dinner the next evening, Qiqi took a look at the yard behind the house. It was pitch black with no smoke and no lights on.

Uncle Heizi is not at home again.

"Is it hard to collect waste grease?" The little girl returned to the yard and asked curiously, leaning next to her father.

Fu Yanchi stared at her, pondered for a moment, touched her little head with his warm hands, and said softly, "It's as hard as picking up trash."

"It's just like picking up garbage. Will you be bullied? You have to divide your territory when picking up garbage. If it's someone else's territory, you can't go there to pick up things, or you'll be beaten."

"That's not the case. Who do you think can bully someone like your Uncle Heizi?" Fu Yanchi maintained a smile and hugged her daughter into his arms without any trace, a little tight.

Even though it has been a long time since the incident, his heart still tightens when he occasionally hears from his daughter about her life back then.

pain.

Qiqi tilted her head, remembering the time when Uncle Heizi suppressed four people and beat them up...

Uncle Heizi cannot be bullied.

Qi Qi felt relieved, and at the same time Xiao Xiao was gloating and giggling, "But you can't avoid hard work. After this time, Uncle Heizi will definitely not make such a bet again."

"That's not necessarily the case. As long as there is something he wants, he may not be willing to move it." Her daughter's laughter made Fu Yanchi's eyes brighten, and he nodded the tip of her nose with a slight smile, "It's not so much that Heizi is lazy, it's better to say that there are no

Whatever he wants to pursue, when he doesn't have enough money in his pocket, he has to muddle along."

"Uncle Heizi used to get by without any money in his pocket. I caught him going to the vegetable garden to pick vegetables several times."

"Didn't you say that Uncle Heizi helped my mother-in-law pick vegetables?"

Qiqi covered her small mouth and giggled again, her exposed eyes were dark and lively, full of cunning.

Fu Yanchi couldn't help laughing.

This little guy.

She is indeed his daughter.

Just as thoughtful as him.

After nine o'clock in the evening, the lights finally came on in the backyard.

Qiqi ran out to watch it several times, and now she felt truly at ease.

Uncle Heizi is back home.

Walking to the corner of the yard under the loquat tree, Qiqi used a small branch to draw an ugly little chicken at the foot of the tree.

The branches poked and pricked the little chicken.

Uncle Heizi is so lazy that when he goes out, everyone knows he has to go home.

You little fierce little chicken didn't know you were coming back.

Liar!

After a while, the little girl threw away the branch angrily and went back to her room to sleep.

The light was dim at night, with only a little warm yellow light coming from the main room.

On the dirt floor under the loquat tree, you can vaguely see ugly chicks, too many to count.

A certain little chicken who was still nestling in the turbulence of time and space was desperately sifting through the passages. He took the time to open the system panel and happened to see this scene.

He was so angry that his mouth twisted.

He was hiding in this place and was blinded by the turbulent current. For whom?

This kid has no fucking conscience, right?

You dug his grave last time. What should you do this time? Draw a memorial photo for him?

Wait, I will paint your portrait with my own hands when I go back!

I'll protect you from a mountain of ugliness!

He was so angry that he made himself laugh.

"Mad, why weren't you so naughty before?"

How good I used to be, timid, like a little quail, and would shrink its head when scared.

Now I dare to break ground on my father again and again.

It's all your fault.

Pulling away the tangle-like passage in front of him, he stared carefully and sifted through it again.

The mania that was about to explode in my heart before subsided miraculously, and I was still in the mood to whistle.

His little boy has grown up a lot. It must have been a year over there?

I still remember him, huh.

…

Heizi was running around outside, but he never told anyone whether it was hard or not.

It’s just that I come back very late every day.

During this time, almost no one in the village saw him.

I went out at dawn and came back when it was dark.

Most of the time, people in the village have gone to bed, and everything is dark.

The same is true for his yard. Once he enters the yard and his home, there is always a bowl of rice placed on the newly made wooden table in the main room. The food is not rich, but it is full.

It is fastened with a bamboo strip basket and is clean.

The thermos on the table is always filled with hot water.

No matter how much he used, he came back the next day and it was filled again.

Time flies by day by day.

From September through October to early November in winter.

The weather is getting colder day by day.

I encountered a little trouble while doing the work that day, and it took me some time to solve it. When I returned to the village, it was already dead of night.

Late at night in November, the weather was more exposed, and the wind blowing in front of me was refreshingly cold.

Heizi wiped the moisture from his hair and drove the motorcycle all the way to the door of his yard.

Before the car stopped, a look of confusion appeared on his face for a moment.

There are lights in the courtyard, and the lights are warm and yellow.

Soon the sound of rapid footsteps was heard inside, and the courtyard door creaked open from the inside. A young girl's surprised face appeared at the crack of the door, with worries still lingering in her eyes.

"You're back?" She smiled, her eyes so dark because of the surprise that they were dazzling even with the backlight.

Heizi turned off the car and sat on the car seat without saying anything, staring directly at the woman with his dark eyes.

Taohua was stunned for a moment, then embarrassed, lowered her head and said in a panic, "You, you came back too late today. My dad was worried about you, so he asked me to come over and have a look... It's cold, so I warmed the rice on the stove.

You can eat, I'll go back first!"

After finally finishing her words, Taohua buried her head and ran away, not daring to look at the young man for fear of being laughed at.

Afraid of embarrassing myself.

As she passed the young man, a strong hand suddenly stretched out and held her wrist firmly.