C2 (1/2)

Boom! * Boom! * Boom! *

Early the next morning, the tractor sounded outside the door.

It was still not completely dawn. The June morning was a little cold and the crowing of chickens reminded people to wake up.

”Hoodlum, it's time to go. Hurry up and pack up, I still have some work to do.” A middle-aged man in his fifties drove a tractor and stopped beside the thatched cottage.

”I'm coming, I'm coming. Uncle Jiang, wait a moment. I'm done!” Deng Fei pushed a small plate and piled up some boxes of food. ”Ah Xiang, there's rice in the electric cooker, and eggs. Don't forget to eat!”

The two of them helped carry all kinds of junk onto the tractor and loaded it up. After working hard for about ten minutes, Deng Xiang also got up. He rubbed his eyes and wanted to help Deng Fei carry the trash along, but Deng Fei slapped him to the side to prevent him from touching it.

The tractor moved quickly, and Deng Fei and Uncle Jiang sat in the front.

”It's good that you don't let your brother touch anything!”

”He is a scholar, so he shouldn't touch these things. I will do the dirty work. He only needs to calm his heart and study.”

”Who knows what will happen in the future. As long as A Xiang is able to study properly now, I'll take the entrance exam for a good middle school.”

The two of them drove further and further away. The sound of tractors could be heard along the way. The elders opened their doors one after another to buy food and make food. They walked through the streets until the quiet village suddenly became lively.

”Uncle Liu, good morning.” Coming to the junkyard, Deng Fei enthusiastically greeted him. A man in his thirties sat in a small room, sipping porridge. When the man called Uncle Liu first saw Deng Fei bring over a large bag of all kinds of junk, he thought it was just for fun. He never thought that every time Deng Fei brought over a different bag of junk, he would always bring it in by tractor. After a long time, he knew that this child was picking up trash for his younger brother to read. He was convinced by the child's perseverance and would try his best to give him a few more coins every time he settled the accounts.

”Hoodlum, you're here so early. Have you eaten breakfast? Do you want some porridge?”

”No need, Uncle Jiang still needs to go pull the bricks. Let's unload first.” Deng Fei did not dare waste time as other people still had work to do.

The tractor drove away and soon disappeared.

”Uncle Liu, you decide. Just give me a bit.”

”Good kid, where did you get all this? It's not bad at all!”

”Last time when there was a family member of the Fang family that moved to the city, I went to collect some!”

”Kid, your luck is pretty good. ”Hey, this carton is 34 dollars and 44 dollars. I'll count it as 35 dollars. Those bottles, you'll count to 20 dollars for each bottle. 55 dollars. Count them and have a look!”

”Well, okay.” Then a stack of bills, not counting, was put into a clean pink bag.

When he was seven or eight years old, he started picking up trash. Later on, when he could not pick them up, he went to every village to pick them up. His own child was around the same age as him, so how could he bear to let him go out and suffer like this!

”Hoodlum, you can't do this, you won't be able to collect trash for the rest of your life. Today, there is a new dojo in town that is recruiting. It is said to be around 800 per month, and they still have food and shelter. Do you want to take a look?”