MTL - Pursuing Immortality-Chapter 3 Gu? (On)

外 In the eyes of outsiders, it seems that there is always a common trait in Hill City, such as quiet, leisurely, not so much shit. In fact, they are the same everywhere, they are running for life, no one is more free and easy.

In these years, the premise of leisure is rich, leisure without money is called second-rate.

Gu Gu is not a rich man, nor is he a second-rate man. He is just an industrious brick mover. At this moment, he was carrying a heavy load down another path, and walked for a while at the foot of the mountain before turning to a dirt road.

If the mountain gate is front, even the side here is only known by local people. Every morning, the hawkers rushed here by bike, then picked things up the mountain, and then came down at dusk.

There is a family by the side of the dirt road. The owner is an old widower, and his job is to show the hawkers to the hawkers-if riding a donkey is a car.

"咣 啷!"

Gu Guyu was a bit late today. When he opened the gate of the courtyard, he saw his broken car solitary and poked, and then he drew his neck and called:

"Uncle!"

"Uncle!"

He yelled twice, and no one agreed, and he looked at the window: the old man was crooked in the back room, pouting and opening and closing, he didn't know whether he was awake.

He didn't go noisy, just piled things up in the car, then picked up two sticks of tender corn and two eggs, and placed them lightly in the hall. Then he came out of the courtyard.

Dirt roads are difficult and bumpy.

Gu Gu Riding for a while, he reached a very rough residential area. Here are mostly bungalows and tile houses, and there are few small two-story buildings, each connected in series by alleys.

Looking at the east, you can see a lot of high-rise buildings-that is the urban area of ​​Baicheng.

In recent years, cities have expanded, and many small villages have been merged and rebuilt, saying that the countryside is not the countryside, that the city is not the city, and the cultivated land is gone. Even the village is not allowed to call it. People call the street.

Here is the Phoenix episode, which has been called for decades. Now it has become the Phoenix Street, the most western side of Baicheng. The housing is very broken and the residents are poor. Of course, the government has to face it. Basic municipal construction still exists: for example, tap water, digital TV, broadband, and some public facilities.

However, the young and old are just wondering, is it necessary to install a walker, rowing machine in the village, and step on a broken iron wheel to twist the buttocks?

哟 "Yo, Xiaohui is back? I will make dumplings today and I will give you a bowl."

婶 "Thank you, I remembered this sip yesterday, and I'll sing your cabbage stuffed dumplings."

"Haha, your boy is sweet, please go back to the room and rest."

"Ah, slow down, too."

After saying hello to a fat aunt, Gu Yan stopped in front of a small courtyard. In the courtyard are three old tile houses. The middle hall houses the kitchen and the east and west houses. In the middle of the yard is a broken brick road with rows of shallots on both sides. The toilet and the utility room are at the corners, and there are some chopped wood and corn under the roots.

生活 Living here, he basically didn't need to lock the door. He parked his car and entered the house. Today will be more leisurely, the tea eggs are enough for tomorrow, and corn is simmering in the mountains, so there is no need to prepare.

He washed it casually, and turned out his account book to start accounting.

As the weather warms up, tourism projects gradually warm up, and the number of tourists in Phoenix Mountain also increases significantly. The recent business is good, with a net profit of about 80 yuan a day. Roughly calculated, I can earn more than 2,000 this month. In the future, it is the peak season, which can rise to four or five thousand.

Gu Gu rejoiced. As soon as he closed the ledger, he heard someone shouting, "Brother, my mom asked me to give you dumplings!"

Then picked the curtain, and came in a little girl with big eyes, simple clean clothes and a round face. She was holding a bowl of dumplings in her hand, still steaming.

"Come, give me!"

He quickly took it in his hand, set the folding table, and asked, "You guys have finished eating so quickly?"

他们 "They haven't, I'm done."

"Why lose weight again?"

"Hmm, look at my face." She twitched her fat face.

"Hey, how many times have I told you ..."

Gu Gu, sitting on the edge of Yan, educated, "You're so cute, don't learn from the awl-faced boys in your class, do you know what a beautiful girl is?"

切!

The little girl pinched her mouth, disapproving, but then sat opposite again, seemingly begging, with pitiful big eyes blinking.

"Let's play!" He was helpless.

"Hee hee, thank you!"

Xi Meizi bumped up to the TV, where there was a table with an old-style laptop. She fiddled with it skillfully. After a while, she listened to the sound of various software prompts.

"..."

Gu Gu shook his head, squeezed a dumpling and stuffed it in.

叫 The name of this little girl is Fang Qing, the daughter of the fat aunt, fifteen years old, is about to pass the exam. The girl is lively and playful, especially on the Internet. However, it is impossible to buy a computer in her home environment, so she often sneaks up to the Internet.

This notebook was still a gift that Grandpa gave him when he was admitted to college.

The dumplings are stuffed with cabbage and pork. A whole sea bowl, the young people eat a lot of food, eliminate clean and effortless. She played there, and he ate there. Forty minutes or so, Fang Qing glanced back and stood up reluctantly: "Brother, I'm going back."

"Well, thank you for helping me."

The little girl took the empty bowl and Gu Yan sent him. When he arrived at the hall, he suddenly said, "Hey, wait a moment."

He said, he reached for the key, opened the door to the west house, and pushed in. Fang Qingte was curious. Since she had an impression, the room was locked, and she didn't know what was hidden inside.

After a short while, Gu Yan came out, holding a fragrant box in his hand, and said, "There have been many mosquitoes recently, this is for you."

啊 "Oh, my mother wants this, I almost forgot!"

Li Fangqing knew the magic of this thing. I ordered one every night, and the mosquitoes were scattered, and there was no smoke.

Gu Gu sent her to the gate, and then returned. After packing the table, he turned on the TV and sat down in front of the computer.

"The silks that are as beautiful as the sun are made by ignorant mulberry girls day and night, almost blinding their eyes before they can make them out. Those luxurious and rich bearskins are rough hunters ambush in the cold snow for a few days and nights Only caught. Those ridiculous tears ... "

几 Several dialogues came from the TV, and he felt awkward when he heard them, and vomited: "It's all Ji Guanlin as soon as you open it." Then he turned and glanced at it, and then added: "What special flat eyebrow!"

He didn't bother to look at it, just sat a few mouse clicks, typed in the account, and it was a little more.

The webpage slowly opened, showing a hand-made fragrance communication website, which was small in scale and was built by a group of enthusiasts. He dived most of the time and occasionally made headlines, which was a well-known touch inside the station. And seeing those little friends tearing apart for a certain fragrance or certain ingredient ratio has also become one of the few fun.

进入 He entered the forum and just saw a new post posted.

"Ah, ah, ah! Don't think that the tightness of the incense bottle is good enough to avoid insect repellent! The good rose that I just started, was bitten in two days, and it was neither lost nor left, Ah, my heart is bleeding! "

Below, there is a picture of the body of the pack of roses. The poster is called "Strengthen a Miracle" and is a very active cute girl.

Gu Guxian had nothing to do, and he raised his hand and knocked a few words: "The spices of flowers and plants are prone to insects. You can put a deoxidizer in the bottle ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ and put some tonka outside."

After a while, I will brush it again, and the girl actually posted it very quickly: "Ah, I can't believe my eyes. Yunshen turned my brand greatly !!!"

Well, his ID is "Yunshen is not the place". Huh? Looks stained.

"Ah……"

Gu Guxi smiled, but did not follow the post again, but heard the "didi" sound the next second, and suddenly came a text message in the station:

"The last wakefulness has run out, I'll order another box. The sender: Xiaozhai."

This person is also an old station friend, and the two have talked several times. Some time ago, she inadvertently mentioned that she was drowsy, and Gu Min asked for the address and sent a box of refreshing incense.

Originally intended to send, do not want the other party to send a red envelope, he is in need of subsidies for life, so he is not hypocritical. The two added friends to each other, but did not know each other well, only to know that her name was Jiang Xiaozhai.

"The water meets the sound of the Xijiang River, and Xiaozhai's shadow makes the clouds flat. Who taught me to play the flute and make moonlight with Yichunfeng."

Bian Xiaodu's feelings, probably so.

"Okay, I'll tell you before mailing."

Immediately, Gu Zheng returned a text message, there was no movement there, but after a few minutes, he listened to the mobile phone prompt, it was a 200 yuan red envelope.

"..."

He pursed his lips, and the girl was so sweet.

I think so, it seems that making money is easy, but it is not. The process of manual incense is cumbersome and time consuming, and it will take a few days for the light cellar to store, which does not meet the fast-paced sales strategy at all.

So he can't open an online shop, he can only take jobs personally, and make one after another.

(Today is December 24th, which is the day of the unified national entrance examination for graduate students. I wish you all a good test!)