Self-cultivation of the traveler of the world

Lujia Hutong is an ordinary alley that cannot be found in an ordinary alley. In the capital, there are so many such alleys that are countless.

Simple chores live in ordinary people. Although housing prices are rising over the years, the prices of such chores are increasing day by day.

But those who have no money can't afford it, and those who have money can buy good ones. In the end, the small scattered courtyard such as Lujia Hutong, which is neither high nor low, ends up with a priceless ending.

The yard at home is not big, so I parked a bicycle, a tricycle, and put some miscellaneous items, and it was over.

Maybe there is an old tree in any yard, and it cannot be cut down, and I dare not move. I squatted straight in the middle of the yard, like a master. If the rhizome and the foundation is broken, the head of the household will have to curse every day...

This is the common people. There are dividends of the times, but compared with dividends, they are more of the price behind the dividends.

Taking advantage of the tens of millions of dollars to live a poor life, society always despises the poor and loves the rich. It is humane to give the poor and serve the poor...

Lu Xiaoqian's family is such a family...

Lu Xiaoqian, male, 22 years old, graduated from the Department of Economics and Management of Peking University of Technology, a young man who is about to enter society.

His father's name is Lu Jianguo and his mother's name is Wei Xiurong. He was a state-owned enterprise employee in his early years. During the laid-off wave in the 1990s, the couple lost their jobs.

In order to make a living, Lu Jianguo had to rush to the workplace at his fifties to compete with young people who had a higher education than him.

But in the end, I just worked on a temporary job to look after the door. My meager salary for a month and the laid-off allowance for the couple, it was only a little over a thousand.

One thousand yuan, maintaining the family of three, food, clothing, housing and transportation. In this capital with high prices, life is difficult.

The so-called poor couples are sad about everything. The poor life has caused the quarrel between the couple. Whenever something small happens, the couple will argue loudly.

Especially a somewhat macho husband and a full-time wife at home, there are so many things that can cause conflicts and quarrels.

Lu Xiaoqian lived and grew up in this environment.

For him, his biggest wish was not to save the world noblely, but to find a good job, make some money, and then move out of this home quickly.

He has had enough of the daily quarrel between his father and mother...

"...You can't add some salt less. This is so salty, how can you eat it?!"

With a clang, Lu Jianguo turned the fried sauce basin in his hand to the folding round table in the center of the living room. He looked at Wei Xiurong wearing an apron and shouted in disgust.

When Wei Xiurong saw Lu Jianguo's style, he threw the chopsticks in his hand. He looked at her husband with great momentum and shouted loudly:

"Fried sauce noodles, fried sauce noodles, please make me a salty one. Who can I blame for so many sauces?

Besides, is it easy for me to serve you father and son every day?

I do the hard work and tiring work, do you father and son understand me? Ah?"

"Oh... OK..."

When Lu Jianguo heard his wife start to recite the tight spell again, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he pushed the rice bowl forward, got up and walked aside, picked up his handbag and plastic water bottle, and walked towards the bicycle parked in the center of the courtyard.

"...I'm wasting food again. I'll let you do it yourself next time, I'll think this or that..."

Seeing her husband escaping in the name of work, Wei Xiurong became even more angry. He put his hands on his waist and saw Lu Xiaoqian who had just walked out of his room. He instantly found a channel to vent and shouted:

"...And you, how old are you, you haven't been a regular person every day, you are careless and not motivated at all..."

"Mom...Mom...I'll go for an interview!"

As he said that, Lu Xiaoqian didn't even eat rice, rushed into the bathroom, washed up as quickly as possible, picked up his backpack on the old sofa, and chased him in the direction of his father's departure.

At home, looking at the empty room and the mess on the dining table, Wei Xiurong snorted heavily, lowered his head, but his eyes turned red.

I picked up the noodles from Lu Jianguo's basin and tasted it. My face changed and I spit it aside. I silently brought the basin to the kitchen. I used the noodle soup twice, and then swallowed it with the slightly salty noodle soup.

It was still hot, but the house was cold...

......

"...dad..."

Lu Xiaoqian trotted in Lujia Hutong, and finally caught up with Lu Jianguo who was pushing a phoenix bicycle in front of the manhole cover at the entrance of the Hutong. He touched the back of his head, and the smile on his face was particularly awkward.

Children of this age are embarrassed to ask their parents for money.

"...What's wrong? Say, do some serious business and help your mother with more work if you have nothing to do. Don't make your mother angry day by day..."

“...Dad..."

When Lu Xiaoqian heard that his father wanted to make a long speech, he quickly interrupted, rubbed his casual pants pockets with both hands, turned his head slightly, and felt embarrassed to look at his father.

"...what...I'll interview today..."

"...Interview? OK...Go, be careful on the way!"

When Lu Jianguo heard that his son had a serious matter when he went out, he stopped talking. He looked at his son who was almost the same size as him and guessed what the other party was thinking.

“…Is there any money in my pocket?”

Hearing his father's words, Lu Xiaoqian became even more embarrassed, shook his head slightly, and his head drooped.

"...OK..."

Looking at his son's posture, Lu Jianguo took out a few ten yuan and five yuan denominations from his pocket, and took out two ten yuan bills from them. After thinking about it, he counted out a few more change per dollar and handed them to Lu Xiaoqian.

"...Give it, take it, don't spend it indiscriminately!"

After taking the money, I counted it secretly, and it was a total of twenty-five. Compared with my father who gave it to him five or ten yuan in the past, this time he made a generous move.

"...Thank you...Dad..."

Hearing his son's words, Lu Jianguo looked up and down at his son, shook his head, and said:

“…Just be obedient!”

After saying that, he pedaled his feet, took advantage of this force to step onto the bicycle, and headed towards the place where he worked.

Looking at his father's figure as he was leaving, Lu Xiaoqian breathed a long sigh, turned to look at the public telephone booth beside him, and walked over.

“...Boss, make a call!”

As he said that, he raised the phone and dialed the number that he had memorized.

"Du...Du...Du...Hi?"

A gentle female voice with a southern accent came from the receiver of the phone.

"Hey...hey! Huamei, it's me, Xiao Qian... have you gone out?"

On the other end of the phone, a gentle and pleasant voice lingers in Xiao Qian's ears.

"...Hey, Xiao Qian? I'm about to go out, where are you?"

"Me? I... I'm about to get on the bus. Xinghuo Group and Fan Group are next to each other, both on the Financial Street. They arrive in about 40 minutes... After that, I'll wait for you on the station sign!"

"...Okay, then when you arrive, call me and come on!"

"Yeah! Good... Come on!"