Chapter 11 Lao Zhang's Philosophy (11)

"Hey! Li Ying! How is today?" "What benefit can there be today. The money is going to be spent soon, and the job can't be found. I'm so anxious! I've decided to become a policeman!" "What? Be a policeman? You go, I won't go, I have my own wish." "You can go home, if you can't find a job, I..." "Go home? Go home with your tail between your legs? I can't! Hey! Li Ying! Everyone in the city has a second name. I met several people who asked me 'Taifu' when they met. We should also have 'Taifu' That's right."

"If you can't find anything, what do you care if you have 10,000 names?" "Maybe as soon as there is a 'top name', there will be something to do. In this way, your name is Li Wenjing, and my name is Wang Bujing. It means: You want to be a patrolman, but I don't want to be. Do you think it's okay?" "You! You're just talking jokes and not doing business. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Today you and I are going our separate ways. Maybe we can get more news than if we were together." "No! I'm afraid alone!" Wang De pouted. Mouth said.

"What's so scary about a sunny day?" "Drink! The soldiers with guns on the road, the foreigners on motorcycles, the white-faced ones, the black-faced ones... The big girls at the temple fair, my father said, they are all tigers." "You won't hide They go?" "I can hide from soldiers and foreigners, but I am afraid of them and love to watch them." Since Li Ying and Wang De entered the city, they lived in Li Ying's aunt's house.They prepared their own food, went out to look for errands during the day, and came back to sleep at night. The two lived in a small north room of Li Ying's aunt.Food is easy to eat, money is easy to spend, but work is not easy to find.Li lost a lot of weight in an emergency, and wrinkled his brows and heart holes together.Wang De is still optimistic.

"Police Li Wen!" "My name is Li Ying!" "Alright, Li Ying, where are you going?" "uncertain!" "What about me?" Wang De opened his eyes wide and round. "casual!" "It can't be casual. If you want to go east, I will go east too. Don't you still go all the way? At least if you want to go east, I will go west." Wang De took out a copper coin from his pocket and put it on his thumbnail Up, ready to shoot into the air. "Do you want the head or the tail? The head is east, and the tail is west." "Wang De! Wang De! There are no worries in your world!" Li Ying smiled bitterly.

"Say! Head and tail?" "head!" With a bang, Wang De bounced the money.He stared and squatted on the ground watching the money fall to the ground. "Head! You go east! Goodbye, Li Ying! I wish you success!" Wang De picked up the money and walked west with a smile. Li Ying's aunt lived on Huguosi Street, and Wang De hesitated again when he left the west entrance of Huguosi: should we go south or north?south?It's the Xisi Pailou, except for the slaughter of live sheep with a big knife by the roadside, there is nothing bright and glorious.north?It is Xinjiekou, Xizhimen.That's where the poor live, and that's where you'll find work.Wang De thought for a long time: "Go north, maybe you will see something new."

He walked a short distance to the north, and saw an alley on the east side of the street, with a blue sign on the wall saying "Deep in a Hundred Flowers" in white. "Beijing is good, look at how elegant the name of this alley is!" He said to himself, "Needless to say, this is a place where hermits live, otherwise it would have such an elegant name." Move your legs into the alley. The alley is narrow and long.On both sides are walls made of broken bricks.The south wall rarely sees sunlight, a thin layer of green moss grows, and there are faint silver tracks where a few snails have crawled on the height.Walking in, it feels a little more spacious, but the walls on both sides are more broken.On the north side of the road, there is a short wall washed down by the rain, and everything in the courtyard can be seen from the outside.There are three low houses in the courtyard, with sun-dried lamb horn peppers hanging from the eaves.There are many corn cobs with pink moss piled up on the steps.A few morning glories are lazily crawling on the east wall, and a few light blue flowers are blooming indifferently.There was a woman in the courtyard, squatting under the east wall with disheveled hair, humming and humming, nursing a skinny child, as thin as a little yellow leather bag covered with some bones.

Wang De thought to himself: This must be the wife of the hermit; it is said that the lady of the hermit doesn't like to comb her hair and wash her face.He stood under the south wall, hoping that the hermit would come out and see the true face of the hermit. Waiting and waiting, but no hermit came out.There were bursts of children's cries in the courtyard. "The hermit's young master is crying!" Then the woman scolded the child, "The hermit's wife scolded him!" After waiting for a long time, Wang De changed his mind: "The hermit may be dead, this is his orphan and widow, that would be too much." What a pity!... People are going to die, but the hermit may die faster, because he died of his heart before the time of death!... People are strange things, they are born to die. After death, they are still carried in a small wooden box Demonstrations in the street. . . . "

Wang De leaned over and peeked into the yard secretly. The woman had already entered the house, and the child was sleeping on a small wooden board.So he walked out of the depths of flowers in a sense of loss. ""Gongli Bao", "Min Shi Bao"... Look at the news about this son killing his father." A newspaper seller came from the south. "Newspaper seller!" Wang De stopped the newspaper seller head-on. "Any news about hermits and advertisements for jobs?" "Are you buying or not? Those who sell newspapers don't read newspapers!"

Wang De bought one and put it under his arm. He thought: "What good is selling newspapers if those who sell newspapers don't read them? Strange! I can't think of a reason, and most of the things in the city can't think of a reason!" Wang De sat outside a shop, opened the newspaper, read the novel first, and then read the news.Suddenly, I saw on the back of the newspaper: "Now we need a secretary, with smooth writing and clear writing. The monthly salary is negotiable. The house of Zhang Street, Ministry of Finance." When people are looking for something but can't find it, if there is some news, it seems that there is a great possibility of success.Wang De is also one.

He stood up and walked towards Dongcheng.Walking sweating, I arrived at the Ministry of Finance Street, a red building, with a bronze plaque hanging on the green iron fence at the door, engraved with "Zhang's House".Wang De went up the steps, stomped the dust off his shoes, and looked inside.An old man sat in the gatehouse, kind-hearted and kind-eyed, as if he was a servant handed down from generation to generation.Lying down was a boy, his face was washed white and his hair was black with oil.Wang De gently opened the door and said "hard work". "Another one! Advertisements are better than fly paper, how many sticks in a day!" The boy said, "You read the newspaper? There is no hope, go home as soon as possible!" "I haven't seen your master, how can there be no hope?" ?” Wang De said immodestly.

"Our boss hasn't woken up yet, even if he gets up, we can't see you first; even if we see you, with your big shirt, you will feel unhappy to meet your boss, so maybe I'll sentence you to five years in prison." "If I were a judge, I would restore Ling Chi because of your black hair." Wang Decong learned to be tough after breaking with Lao Zhang. "Why don't you speak human language?" "You don't speak human words!" "Sir!" The old man grabbed Wang De. "I'll go and answer you. Our master really hasn't woken up yet. I'll go with you to see our young master. Come!" Wang De followed the old man into the courtyard.Go through the corridor to the three cottages behind the building.The old servant told Wang De to wait, and he went in to report back. "Go in!" The old servant nodded to Wang De. Wang De went in and saw that there was nothing in the room, as if it was not a house for people to live in.A young man reclined on a foreign-style reclining chair against the wall.Holding a piece of "Leisure Record", I was watching it engrossed.The boy was wearing gold-rimmed glasses, and he was holding a half-foot-long "Luzon smoke" as thick as a small yam with a gold hoop in the middle of his mouth. (Not so thick, and Wang De couldn't see the man's gold teeth.) He wore thirteen or four gold rings on his hands, and a pair of soft-soled shoes with gold rims on his feet.A gold watch chain thicker than a green onion was hung across the chest, and a bunch of gold buttons the size of garlic were on the double-breasted jacket, weighing about one catty or twelve taels in total. "Are you here for business?" The young man flipped through the newspaper, but didn't look at Wang De. "yes!" "How old is this year?" "Nineteen!" "Okay! Let's go to work tomorrow!" "Excuse me about my salary and work?" "Come at eight o'clock in the morning and leave at eight o'clock in the evening. I have a lot of things to do, and I work night jobs. I clean the study room, pay for documents, and my aunt goes out to wait for the bus." "The family is looking for a secretary?" "A secretary in a broad sense!" "Salary?" "Four dollars a month, some change for playing cards." The boy never looked at Wang De, and Wang De walked out without saying a word.Wang De walked out of the gate and looked back at the red building. "Such a building will house such a gold-encrusted animal!" Wang De is too rough!