Chapter 17 Section 16

I have to talk about my uncle, the one that Baozhu mentioned in the bamboo forest, that is, the guy who asked me to shovel coal. He is twelve years younger than my father, more like the relationship between me and my father. transitional products.He lived with my grandma in a bungalow in downtown Daicheng. The woman from Zhulin Yehe did not marry him, nor did any woman marry him. Later, my grandma passed away, and he lived alone, raising a dozen dogs raised by my grandma. The cats all ran away. When he was young, he worked as an educated youth. The 73rd batch worked in farming in the suburbs of Daicheng, and he often went back to the city to get some food.Later, when he was rescued by the reform, he returned to the city and worked as a printer in a street factory. The printers of that era were quite educated. He even wrote some prose, but he quickly gave up and quit his job. I started as a cigarette dealer, and the cigarette dealers in that era were also trendy people. They sold foreign cigarettes and made friends with trendy people on the street.Since then, he has done more than a dozen kinds of business. The most brilliant time was opening a small shop for renting video tapes, and selling various tapes along the way. Later, because he slept with a woman who shouldn't have slept, he lost the entire shop to her. Just catching up with the arrival of the economic downturn, he plummeted and became a social idler.

He hates the government, not just the Chinese government, not just the current government.Throughout the ages, he has hated all the governments with countless names on the earth. This is not an ideological issue, but a personal habit.When I was young, I saluted the national flag, claiming that this was the teaching of the teacher, and he said with a cigarette butt in his mouth: Teacher taught you a chicken feather, does the teacher salute the national flag at home?When I grew up, I said that the United States was better, and he said: The American government is a bastard, the strongest country in the world, and the welfare of the people is not as good as that of Switzerland.He loves money, but loves women even more. He curses in his heart, but in real life he plays various roles as playboy, pauper, and loser.The only reason he made me understand is that there is nothing to be ashamed of being a poor man or a nouveau riche, because you are doomed not to be an aristocrat from the day you are conceived, and you have to be a poor man or a nouveau riche in a decent way.

In the family, his reputation is very bad, relatives avoid him.One year he was in a woman's house and was blocked by her husband. He jumped from the second floor naked, trying to escape, but broke a leg, and sat naked on the ground calling for help.The husband chased him down with a stick, and he yelled, "You pushed me down!" The man was really annoyed, so he raised the stick and gave him a hit, and he immediately fell to the ground and died, so scared that the man hurriedly called an ambulance and the police.When the police came, he came back to life and accused the other party of murdering the adulterer.From my father's point of view, this is the work of a scoundrel in the old society. He should be beaten to death, but he must be sentenced to death. He never fights back when he is beaten. Who is willing to die with him?

Now I can say that the blackmailing of fat boys in Daicheng University was neither because I was talented, nor because I was quick-witted, but because my bastard uncle taught me by example.I despise him too, but it works, as long as you pay the price of losing your limbs. I broke my hand (claimed to be broken) and was sent to the hospital, Baozhu was taken away by the school.When I arrived at the ward, I called my uncle as soon as possible. He was very generous and rushed over at dawn.After middle age, half of his head was bald, and the flesh on his face was hanging down, making him look very wretched.I don't have the heart to see him, it will make me have a bad premonition, guess what I was like in middle age.Fortunately, I am worse than him now that my hand is broken, so it doesn't matter. What I want to do must be done by him, and no one else can do it.

I told him the matter, and he nodded, praising me for being clever and having his wit.I shook my head and asked him not to praise me anymore, I am not as good as him, at least I did not jump off the building with my butt naked.In the afternoon, my uncle went to the university to negotiate. He borrowed an X-ray of a construction worker who had broken his spine in the hospital bed next door.The principal almost cried when he saw the X-ray. He seriously warned my uncle not to blackmail him. The school sent an undercover agent to the hospital, and the situation was well understood. Lu Xiaolu just broke his arm. As a student from a foreign school, he deserved it. .My uncle said: You are a chicken feather from another school, isn’t he from Yeda? It’s normal for students from Yeda to show up at school at night.The headmaster argued in a hoarse voice: In the middle of the night!My uncle said: I don't care.

The principal had no choice but to call the fat boy over, and the latter slumped on the chair after seeing the X-ray.My uncle smirked: Boy, that's amazing. How many people tried to break Lu Xiaolu's bones, but they failed. Congratulations on making it happen.The fat boy also argued that he didn't interrupt, so he just touched Lu Xiaolu lightly.My uncle said, "Well, I have a heart attack. You beat me on the street and I died. Can you get away with it?" At this moment, the fat boy and the principal were speechless.My uncle took the opportunity to ask: "Where is that girl named Baozhu?" The principal said: "It is under investigation, and she will be punished." My uncle said: "Let's talk about conditions, no punishment, she will graduate, and you will pay for my nephew's medical expenses." Five thousand, the matter will be settled here, and there is no debt, how about it?" The principal said that this matter is quite big, and Baozhu can be let go, but the medical expenses of five thousand yuan cannot be settled immediately.My uncle said: "That's 10,000!" At this time, the big fat boy shouted: "I will pay 5,000!" So the matter was settled.

When I was about to leave, my uncle remembered another matter I had told him, and said, "I can't take the make-up exam for eight courses at night, so just give me my diploma." The principal hurriedly agreed.When I got back to the hospital, my uncle said to me: "You only need three thousand, and I'll ask you for five thousand, and the excess will belong to me. When the injury is healed, bring it to me." I had an operation in the hospital, put on a plaster cast, received guests from all walks of life, including fat and big boys, smoked a few cigarettes, and exclaimed to each other about the beauty of the stars.By the way, I asked him about the private wiring. The big fat boy said that Qinqin ordered him to do it. He was also very scared at the time. No one cares about pulling the wires.Speaking of which, he still wants to thank me. In short, Baozhu and Qinqin are not cheap lamps, so you have to be careful when you marry them.I nodded in agreement, the fat man was kind-hearted, and he didn't care if he was extorted five thousand, claiming that the family has money, so I wish him happiness.

I was discharged from the hospital after that.During this period of time, the orb disappeared and never came once.I missed her very much. One day I went to the university with my arms hanging. I honked the horn in front of the girls' dormitory. A girl came out and handed me a letter written by Baozhu.I gnawed open the envelope with my teeth and shook the paper. The girl in charge of delivering the letter was very curious and asked me, "What did Baozhu say?" I said, "She said she was not at school and went home." The girl said, "Oh, Baozhu was very depressed when she came back from the hospital that day." I said : "Why are you depressed?" The girl said: "I don't know, maybe you look too miserable. Anyway, you are famous in our school now, and your story has become a good story."

I stuffed the letter into my pocket, thinking, the best story is that the bearded king found a man, you bastard.It's hard to guess when Baozhu will go, when she will come back, and what she will look like when she comes back. The girl said mysteriously: "Tell you, Baozhu took off her beard before leaving." "Get rid of it? How to get rid of it?" "I used a facial hair removal cream produced in France." The girl said, "The current Baozhu is perfect, perfect. You have to wait for her to come back obediently."