The code name of the underground worker is both a disguise and a trap.When an opponent hurts an opponent with a code name, it is difficult to treat him as a real person; when a companion accuses a code-named companion, it is difficult to treat him as a real companion... December 3, 1941, the 15th day of the 10th month of the Lunar New Year, Wednesday.A few things happened today, which made Feng Jiusi extremely unhappy, wishing to catch someone and beat him up. The first disappointing thing was that the Japanese made two more bombings in the British Concession in Tianjin, targeting local spies of the Nationalist government.The British Consul and General Director of the Ministry of Industry Bureau called the chief and deputy director of the police department to scold them, and these two guys scolded everyone after they came back.In fact, everyone knows that since the signing of the "Arita-Craig Agreement", they can no longer control the Japanese, not to mention that the British and French concessions are still surrounded by hundreds of thousands of vicious Japanese troops.Even so, the deputy director, George Anderson, still assigned all these bombing cases to Feng Jiusi, and set a deadline for solving the case, so Feng Jiusi thought that this was the other party's intentional trouble for him again.

The second thing is that Miss Lan, a courtesan, asked him to help her "Old Dou", bailing out that guy's bastard brother-in-law who hurt people in the dance hall.He did it, but Anderson scolded him again, saying that he had embezzled the bribe from the victim.This annoyed him so much that he nearly punched Anderson in the office.If he hadn't been demoted and was still serving as Deputy Commissioner of Police, this Irish bastard would still be his subordinate, so he would definitely not dare to be so rude to him. The first two things belong to the normal life in the past two years, no big deal, and the most unusual thing is the third thing.Late last night, a man was killed in a small boarding house in Davenbodao. It didn't matter at all, but the CCP organization sent someone to investigate the matter, and the person who was sent was actually the I don't want to see Yang Bingxin again.Two years ago, it was because of Yang Bingxin's mistakes that he was demoted in the police department, and at the same time, he was no longer valued within the party organization.

"Do you know him?" In the morgue full of "corpses", Feng Jiusi didn't even lift his eyelids when he asked, because he didn't want to see the look of distrust on Yang Bingxin's face. Yang Bingxin put his fingers on his stomach and said, "This appearance is unreal." They could only gesture in front of the "corpse watcher". Feng Jiusi noticed that Yang Bingxin had confirmed that this was exactly the person they were looking for. . The "corpse watcher" fetched water to wash the dead man's face, revealing multiple wounds on the face and head of the man, and an obvious circular rope mark on the neck, but the most shocking thing was that the man's nose had been cut off.

"Corpse watcher" jokingly said, "What a vendetta this must be, it makes people go to 'Abi Hell'." Feng Jiusi knew that this person had no other intentions, but was just begging for money, but Yang Bingxin was too poor, so he must not be willing to give a reward , Indispensably, he has to "spend money". It was very close from the morgue to the apartment where the crime occurred. Feng Jiusi "promoted" Yang Bingxin's identity from a relative who identified the corpse to a plainclothes policeman, but the old blue cotton robe on his body and the old fedora hat covered with dust on his head were not. Very different from the new identity.The second landlord didn't know much about the deceased, so he only said: "Someone came to him last night. In fact, people came to him every day. Then I fell asleep and didn't hear anything. I only saw it when I urged him to pay this month's rent in the morning. He's dead." Feng Jiusi asked: "How many people came? What country?" The second landlord said: "Two, maybe three, unlike the little Japanese, who is quite tall and doesn't have bow legs..."

At this time, he suddenly found that "Plainclothes Patrolman" Yang Bingxin was taking notes with an inch-long pencil tip. The notebook in his hand was cut from the white edge of an old newspaper and then sewn with needle and thread.He hurriedly moved to block the second landlord's view, and handed him the special legal pad of the police department from behind, while hating in his heart: To be frugal depends on the role you play, you don't look like a corrupt concession Patrol, anyone with a discerning eye can tell it is the Communist Party. Leaving the apartment, he led Yang Bingxin to a small cafe nearby, deliberately ordered a cup of unpalatable black coffee for the other party, and a cup of hot chocolate for himself, and then asked, "Do you want me to write a report?" In fact, he I wish I could get rid of this person in front of me as soon as possible.His thinking like this is by no means unwilling to get close to comrades in the party. On the contrary, he has recently applied for transfer to fight with his comrades many times.He just didn't want to meet Yang Bingxin, because he suspected that this guy might be his "catastrophe", who brought him so much trouble after only cooperating once, and ruined his interest in living a good life.

Yang Bingxin was obviously trying to control the muscles on his face so as not to show too strong emotions, he only put his angry eyes on the coffee and asked, "What do you think of this?" Feng Jiusi shook his head and said, "It wasn't the enemy who did it, it should be Personal enmity." Yang Bingxin said: "The superior doesn't think so." Feng Jiusi deliberately blamed him: "You haven't made a small report, how do you know what the leader is thinking?" The anger on Yang Bingxin's face was like a tide, but it was like a tide After a pause, Fang said: "Two similar cases happened two days ago, and the superiors believed that this was a planned assassination." Feng Jiusi deliberately lamented: "Too many people are killed every day now. , may not all have political purposes, and the other two had their noses cut off?" Yang Bingxin said: "One had his eyes gouged out, and the other had his tongue cut off."

damn it!He knew that this matter was very unusual, but he deliberately asked Yang Bingxin a difficult question: "What is this? Cases of 'cutting up eight pieces' are common now, unless it is done by the Japanese or Kuomintang agents. Yang Bingxin shook his head sadly and said: "That's why I came to you, hoping to confirm the murderer. The superior asked me to lead you to start the investigation immediately..." "Fuck, you led me? What happened last time when you led me, do you remember?" Feng Jiusi couldn't help being furious, and slammed his fists on the table, but saw the waiter looking over here He had no choice but to lower his voice and said bitterly: "You don't want to lead me again in this life, I want to see my superiors." Yang Bingxin's answer was also as hard as a brick, and he said: "You haven't passed the review last time, I can’t see the superiors.” Feng Jiusi hissed his words through his clenched teeth and said, “It was all your fault last time, without you reporting to the superiors, I wouldn’t be where I am today. Hearing this, Yang Bingxin leaned forward, looked at him closely and said, "It's fine if you hate me for that matter, but you shouldn't frame my sworn brother. Now that he died, we both We can only wait for further conclusions from our superiors."

"Ha, draw conclusions for the two of us? Didn't even a 'big hero' like you pass the review?" Feng Jiusi was intentionally mean. "We are all equal within the organization!" Yang Bingxin bravely drank the cup of bitter coffee with no sugar or milk, left a piece of paper and left, leaving Feng Jiusi alone to sulk. Looking at Yang Bingxin's back, he really wanted to shout, I am an old party member, I need you to teach me!He thought that his performance just now was not strong enough, and he failed to overwhelm the opponent in terms of momentum. At the same time, he also blamed himself for his carelessness in front of the waiter, and hated Yang Bingxin for making him lose his composure.Damn, what's wrong with me!

However, he really didn't know what was wrong with him.It has been more than two years, and the organization seems to be deliberately alienating him, only occasionally sending one or two simple tasks, and not allowing him to contact other comrades.Did I really commit a heinous crime?He sometimes speculates that the organization may be busy with the anti-Japanese work, so he can't take care of reviewing his affairs for a while. However, even if he is an important figure in the concession, even if he is demoted now, he is not as powerful as he was back then. The network is still there, and it can still do a lot of work for the party organization.He didn't believe that the organization would be so snobbish, but he really couldn't stand this way of letting him go.These thoughts often tortured him and drove him into a rage, so at this time, he could only try to relieve himself—since you believe in the ideal of communism, you should maintain the belief in realizing this ideal, and you must trust Party organization, but Yang Bingxin cannot be trusted.

Opening the piece of paper left by Yang Bingxin, he found that it was the case of the previous two cases, but there were neither clues nor names of the murderer, only code names. One of the deceased was called "Tiger" and the other was called "Goat".The one who died today was called "Magpie". He remembered that "Goat" and Yang Bingxin's foster brother also participated in that unfortunate operation.It was the summer two years ago. The superiors assigned Yang Bingxin and Feng Jiusi to lead an important attack. The target was Jiro Yoshida, the local spy chief of the Japanese Army Staff Headquarters, and this guy's public identity was a banker.The address, activity pattern and family situation of the target in the British Concession have long been known. Yang Bingxin is in charge of directing the specific operation, and Feng Jiusi is responsible for purchasing contraband such as TNT explosives and electric detonators.However, he had a fierce dispute with Yang Bingxin on the action plan. He did not agree to create an explosion within his jurisdiction, because this incident might cause the Japanese army to blockade the British Concession again. I will not give up with him, after all, he was the deputy director of the police department in charge of security in the concession at the time.

In the end, there was no result in the dispute, so he had to give in and suggested that the matter be blamed on the Nationalist government's spies, but was rejected again.Yang Bingxin said: "How can the Kuomintang agents enjoy the credit for nothing? We just want to let the people of the whole country know that this is the anti-Japanese action of our Communists." Although he knew that Yang Bingxin’s reason was not wrong, he believed that the entire Anti-Japanese War was like a complex chess game, which was also in line with Mao Zedong’s point of view in "On Protracted War", because it was a long-term war. The final victory must be accumulated by countless hard and meticulous work. Therefore, any action should not be taken in a short while, and a series of impacts that may be caused by an event must be considered, especially adverse impacts.However, Yang Bingxin is the leader in this operation, and he must obey the leader. The bomb exploded in front of Jiro Yoshida's house, and Yoshida was seriously injured and sent back to Japan. Soon his "obituary" was published in Japanese and puppet newspapers, and their mission was basically completed.However, this explosion also killed Yoshida's wife and only son, as well as two North Korean maids, which caused a lot of public opinion.The Japanese and puppet newspapers and radio stations called it the "Yoshida incident", saying that the CCP did not abide by international conventions and used bombs to kill Japanese nationals in neutral areas, and accused the British concession authorities of condoning such violence, which was a blatant provocation to Japan.Newspapers in the U.S. and the U.K. are also accusing the CCP, while the Nationalist government took the opportunity to create public opinion, elevating itself and belittling its partners. Originally, the higher-level party organization did not deal with this matter too seriously. No, the Japanese carried out continuous propaganda on this matter, and concocted a whole set of public opinions accusing the Chinese Communist Party through their spies and spokespersons in the Western world.Soon, there was a wave of opposition to the Chinese Communist Party in the U.S. Congress, and it became more and more intense. It even dug out the excessive actions of the peasant movement in Hunan and the harsh inner-party struggles in the Jinggangshan period, and called it the Communist Party of China. Evidence that the organization cannot be trusted.For this reason, the CCP organization used the War of Resistance Against Japan to win sympathy from the Western world, and its actions to obtain military aid suffered great setbacks. Even many patriotic overseas Chinese had doubts about the CCP’s anti-Japanese policy and actions.What's more serious is that this just gave the national government a reason to persuade US President Roosevelt to give up the idea of ​​arming the Eighth Route Army led by the CCP with US military aid, and it also made the patriotic overseas Chinese who originally planned to donate money and materials to aid the anti-Japanese base areas , and redirected donations and materials to the Chongqing Nationalist Government. Because of this, the central leadership was furious and conducted an in-depth investigation of all parties involved in the "Yoshida incident", and replaced several leading comrades of the CCP in Tianjin.As for the handling of the specific operatives, as far as Feng Jiusi knows, the superiors finally accepted the physical evidence and on-site analysis reports he provided, as well as the testimony of several participants. Qi Shi did not obey the command and made his own decisions, and gave him a very severe punishment.Yang Bingxin's command error, Feng Jiusi's unauthorized departure from combat positions and omissions in preparing combat supplies were not punished immediately, but the organization also made it clear that they would be further investigated, and this investigation lasted for more than two years. Feng Jiusi knows that the negative impact of this incident in the world is still difficult to eliminate, and whether it is the Japanese, Americans, or the Kuomintang, once they start to attack the CCP or plan to betray the CCP in a certain action Sometimes, it is often the "Yoshida incident" that is first used as a tool of public opinion. However, what Feng Jiu couldn't understand was: "I'm just a small person, and I can't take care of international affairs; is it my fault that I can't buy electric detonators? There were no goods on the black market at that time; besides, I left the explosion site that day It's definitely not for myself..." He thought that he had actually done a good job, and the main fault in this matter should be counted on Yang Bingxin alone, because he not only made mistakes in choosing the location and the way of action, which led to accidental injuries Civilian, and more importantly, let him be demoted in the police force, and lost the opportunity to do a lot of important work for the party organization. An ordinary anti-Japanese action actually caused such serious and extensive consequences. Every time Feng Jiusi thinks about it, he often feels regret and even fear. At the same time, it also makes him resent Yang Bingxin even more. Watching the paper ashes go out in the ashtray, he turned the paper ashes into a black paste with hot chocolate. He was in a terrible mood and wanted to find someone to fight or find a place to get drunk. Tonight's appointment with Japanese chess player Ogura was postponed until tomorrow morning, and then I went to the street.It gets dark early in winter, so there is no need to go back to the police station, but where to go?Doing underground work made him afraid to make a friend who got drunk together. The Traffic Hotel is one of the most luxurious hotels in the French Concession, but there are only two types of tenants - courtesans and quasi-societies.Before the Anti-Japanese War, only real courtesans could afford to live in big hotels. This kind of spectacle that most of the entire hotel was occupied by "social butterflies" only happened in the past two years.Since the Japanese army invaded North China, rich people hid in the concessions, and the business in the "Flower World" was not easy to do. Many prostitutes from the "Southern Class" also lived in big hotels, learning to "do business" like courtesans.Their large number of stays brought regular income to the hotel, and also brought a large amount of tips to the waiter who managed the room. As a result, this business became more and more prosperous, and visiting restaurants became a new fashion for rich men. Feng Jiusi got off the car in front of the Jiaotong Hotel, straightened his woolen coat and angora cashmere scarf, noticed that the English patent leather shoes on his feet were covered with a layer of dust, and asked the little boy waiting for business in the lobby to polish the shoes. I could see the shadow of a person, so I took the elevator to the top floor.Only those who live in the top floor suite are the real social butterflies. To come and play here, simply having money is not enough. Walking into Miss Lan's apartment, he found that Miss Lan was staring blankly at a bottle of paper flowers with her cheeks in her hands.He noticed that the bouquet of flowers was extremely delicately made, with light red crepe paper flowers, white branches, and white leaves, so he joked, "Which suitor gave this to you?" Miss Lan gave him a blank look, and quickly put on another He asked in a hurt tone: "Have you made up your mind? When are you going to marry me?" Don't need to look at the expression, just listen to the voice, he knows that Miss Lan must also be unhappy, and she wants to argue with him again, because the sentence just now has been played back and forth between them for two months like a ball. Seeing that Miss Lan first took his coat and scarf and hung them on the hanger, and then followed him every step of the way like a stubborn puppy, waiting for his rebuttal, he had no choice but to deliberately rub the back of his neck and say, "I'm so tired today, I really want to get drunk and pretend to be crazy and live here with you." "Really? You've decided?" Miss Lan's almond eyes widened, and her voice was much higher.He could tell that Miss Lan was telling the truth this time.However, he really didn't have the energy to deal with the "truth" today, so he urged Miss Lan to bring him wine and order food, so as to confuse this truth. But Miss Lan would not let him get away so easily. She went back to her bedroom and took out a letter and several real estate documents and said to him, "Although the Philippines is very hot, it is a peaceful world after all. Let's buy a small tobacco plantation." , Live our little life well." The letter was written by an overseas Chinese in the Philippines, and the content was quite nasty.Two months ago, this guy met Miss Lan through someone's introduction, and he admired her very much. After returning home, he kept writing letters, inviting Miss Lan to go to the Philippines.I don't want to, but Ms. Lan has taken it into her heart since then. She only wants to leave the local area to live abroad, so she wants to drag him to go with her.For this reason, Miss Lan once said to him: "I have saved some money over the years, we won't be hungry there..." At first, he only thought of Miss Lan as a momentary passion, but after talking for a long time, he realized that she really had the idea of ​​moving.However, he knows that Miss Lan is the best social butterfly in the local area, she doesn't need to sell herself to seek refuge, she just needs to win over her rich and powerful friends and help those who are looking for ways to make money in the country, and she can get a lot of money Income, why did you suddenly think of immigrating to Nanyang?He didn't understand, so he asked Ms. Lan, but she was always evasive, and when the question was pressed, she said quietly: "Men, how can you know how much suffering I have in my heart? How many things do you have on her back?" How do you know?" He knew that the first sentence of this passage was the norm, and it was also a way for a courtesan to get rid of an overly entangled admirer, but the latter sentence was unusual, because courtesans usually always say "the body How much debt is on your back", not "how many things you are carrying on your back".During the war, there were too many people with unknown origins in the concession. He had only known Miss Lan for half a year, and had never investigated her seriously. The young lady "eloped", and she had to find out her details.But he knew very well that even if Miss Lan's background was innocent, he had no right to "elope" with anyone, because the superiors arranged for him to work in the British Concession, and even if he moved to the adjacent French Concession privately, he would still be committing a crime. mistake. Seeing Feng Jiusi walk into the Traffic Hotel from a distance, Yang Bingxin took off his woolen hat and wiped the sweat from his face.The street was very clean just now, the foreign coachman took off his cotton robe and put it in the carriage, pulling Feng Jiusi to run very fast, but Yang Bingxin couldn't just run behind the foreign car in short clothes while holding the cotton robe and felt hat, otherwise it would be very difficult. You may be stopped by street patrols for interrogation.At the same time, he also felt that Feng Jiusi must have made things difficult for him on purpose. The cup of bitter things he had given him had already started to stir up in his starving stomach, making his heart pounding and swelling on his head and body. sweating.This guy has no feelings for revolutionary comrades, he hated in his heart. Before coming, the superiors made it clear that Feng Jiusi is still restricted in use, and you must proceed with caution.But the leader did not say that Feng Jiusi could not be trusted at all, and that he needed to follow up and investigate. However, he himself believes that although the leader talks about evidence in his work, a slicker like Feng Jiusi is not something that can be supported by ordinary evidence.His foster brother "Limao", that is such a handsome, smart and capable comrade, he was willing to give his life to him, and he was also willing to give his life to his foster brother, just because that bastard Feng Jiusi did something on the detonator afterwards. Hands and feet, this is what misled the superiors and made them believe that the righteous brother made a mistake.At the same time, he also knew that his adopted brother "Civet Cat" has always been a good comrade with fine workmanship and ingenuity. He has carried out many bombing missions and has rich experience, so it is impossible for such clumsy mistakes to occur.Unfortunately, since the "Yoshida incident", his poor brother-in-law was ruined, and his fiancée also abandoned him. Within a month, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, and chose to die with the enemy while performing the mission.This was all Feng Jiusi's fault. This bastard falsified, forged evidence, framed him, the petty bourgeoisie was not worthy of trust, and as a result forced his foster brother to die. The sweat on his head fell a little more, he wiped it off, and then went into the traffic restaurant, and told the manager to find Mr. Feng Jiusi.The manager glanced at his clothes in disgust, turned his mouth to his ears and said, "Miss Lan can let people like you into her room?" He asked what room number it was, and the answer was 505.He took the elevator to the second floor, walked to the fourth floor to check the location of room 405, did not go up to the fifth floor, went down, copied the phone number of the hotel, and left.Hanging out with courtesans is definitely not the task entrusted to Feng Jiusi by the party organization, and Yang Bingxin is increasingly despising this "comrade" in his heart. He only had a dozen or so copper dollars in his pocket, which was equivalent to less than 20 cents in joint bank notes. He was reluctant to take the tram, so he walked north along Lizhan Street in the French Concession, crossed Xu Street and Huajie Dongma Road in the Japanese Concession, and passed through River, then turned westward, walked for nearly an hour, and finally came to the freight yard.He couldn't help worrying in his heart, it was very late now, and he didn't know if he could find a job.The manager of the freight yard laughed when he saw him wearing a cotton robe and said, "You are a man today, but you don't look like a prince in a dragon robe." Gas, the horse is fattening', unloading coal over there, two people in one wagon, there is a kid playing tricks!" He borrowed a big shovel from the manager, took off his cotton robe and felt hat, found a clean place to put them down, found a half brick to hold them down, and climbed into the open coal truck.The steward shouted down below to rent a shovel for 20 cents, but he lifted a shovel of crushed coal down, and the steward could only curse his mother.Working in this place is no better than getting along with comrades in the party. He can't be polite, let alone reasonable. He has to "arm" himself into a bastard, a villain, and a bastard, but even so, he can only be a half-hearted full. The man who unloaded the wagon with him had been working for a while, and when he saw him coming up, he cursed and gossiped, "You've caught up with the 'handsome stall', you can pick up ready-made goods for cheap, why don't you go if you have such a skill?" 'Catch the hot quilt'." He didn't scold back, because that person had indeed done a lot in the other half of the car, so he could only catch up with that person's progress, so as not to wait for a while for the coal from his side to flow to the other side.Only after he catches up with that person's progress can he have the right to speak back. This is the rule.But at this time, he would often think of what the teacher who was holding a thick foreign book in the party class said-the working class is the most enlightened, so he often wondered if the teacher was not good at learning skills and spoke foreign languages. Translation is wrong. Unloading coal from a convertible was a lot of work, especially at first.As soon as the manager opened the car door on one side, large and small pieces of coal rushed under his feet like a black mud flow, and coal ash and dust swirled around him like steam in a bathhouse. , He must concentrate on maintaining the power of purging, driving the corners of coal into the mud flow, and let this force take as much coal out of the car as possible.At this time, he is not shoveling, but his legs are bowed, and he holds the handle of the shovel tightly with both hands, erecting the shovel and shoveling quickly. If he can shovel more, he can save some effort and shovel less after a while. Some.However, the cup of bitter stuff Feng Jiusi gave him made his hands and feet go weak, and his head and body were sweating, but he still didn't dare to stop, as long as he stopped, it would take twice as much effort after a while. Finally, the invisible dividing line between the two began to collapse towards him, and he straightened up and cursed back: "You boy also hold your hands tightly, do you have a wedding during the day and send your wife out?" Why are you so lethargic?" However, just as he straightened his waist, he saw a figure running away from under the car.He hurriedly grabbed the side of the car and looked out, sure enough, his cotton robe and felt hat were gone.This is a big deal, he lost his only clothes, and tomorrow he won't be able to "work" with that bastard Feng Jiusi again. That man was running fast, and he was also chasing him very fast. There were more than twenty feet between the two of them. Seeing this bastard head towards the yard.As long as he was on foot, he believed that he would be able to recover the clothes. He was only worried that there was a truck coming out of the yard, and if this bastard jumped into the truck, he would be "unspelled". The bastard fled between the two trains. When the distance between the two was only three feet, he threw a lump of coal the size of a fist in his hand with a wave of his arm, knocking the bastard back, and then chased after him. superior.He first punched the bastard on the head and face, curling him up beside the wheel, but the bastard was still holding on to the cotton robe and refused to let go, all the soot on his hands and face rubbed on the cotton robe. The bastard stole his clothes after unloading the coal truck.He grabbed the cotton robe and asked, "Are you going to let go? Are you going to let go?" Seeing that the bastard still refused to let go, he raised his foot and kicked violently, venting all the fuss he had suffered from Feng Jiusi during the day here. Asshole head.The clothes were finally taken back, but when he looked down, he found that the padded robe had been torn a lot, and the toe of the padded boots on his feet was also split, so he kicked that bastard again, scolding you and him The fuck is it considered "working class"?Then go back. When he returned to the freight yard, the wagon was almost finished unloading, and the man who worked with him drove one of his "beautiful stalls". The work is done by that person.He put on his cotton robe and was about to leave, but the shovel was missing.The man who worked with the car squatted on the side of the car and smoked, tilted his head and blew the cigarette behind his neck, not looking at him.He knew that this guy must have hidden the shovel. If he couldn't find it, the shovel could be sold for a few cents.At this time, the steward said: "If you lose your shovel, you have to pay two yuan. If you have no money, maybe I will have to take your clothes off." He didn't have the strength to fight again, and he didn't want to yell, because it was a matter of money, and cursing couldn't pay off.He had to reach out to rummage in the coal pile, because this is the habit of stevedores, and no one is so clever.Sure enough, he dug out the shovel from the depths of the coal pile, threw it to the supervisor, and then walked up to the man who was working in the same car, and looked at him eye to eye.The man seemed unconcerned, and said with a smile on his black face, "Next time, you'll 'fuck' me." The next time is the next time, this time he will have nothing to do.Walking home with sore legs, he knew that not only did he not earn money, but he also lost face. When he came to look for work next time, what happened today must have been heard by all the workers. They will wait for the opportunity to "fuck" him again, and take his salary by chance. Poor Dafu's mother, a widow, is unemployed. She spent a day sewing on the pier. When she returns home, not only can she not expect him to bring back money and food, but she also has to mend his torn clothes and repair her kicked shoes.He felt that he was living a useless life, not like men.