Old Wang Doesn't want to be Tragic (Rebirth)

12.1 Mr.Leng fainted from tears

Before it was completely bright, Ji Lianhuo had already carried Ji Dabao on his back and pushed the cart out of the door.

Selling persimmons was more profitable than selling oranges and apples. Ji Lianhuo calculated carefully, overspent and wholesaled two boxes of persimmons and moved them to a cart.

There was no money left to batch more apples and oranges, but fortunately there was still a lot left over from yesterday. Ji Lianhuo pushed the cart to the place where he set up his stall. After placing the fruits, Ji Dabao also woke up.

"Ouch, uh." Ji Dabao patted his uncle on the shoulder, indicating that it was time to feed him.

Ji Lianhuo lowered his body, put one hand into the orange basket, and accidentally touched a hard object. When he took it out, he saw that it was a red brick for building a wall.

Ji Dabao lay on Ji Lianhuo's shoulder. One large and one small looked at the bricks in front of them, and they were all stunned for a moment.

What happened?

Ji Lianhuo quickly lowered his body and continued to search in the orange basket. One brick after another revealed the true face of Lushan*. Ji Lianhuo took out all the bricks in the orange basket and immediately found that the oranges in the basket were one layer shallower.

Ji Lianhuo stood there, suddenly remembered something, and reached out to touch the bag of diapers under the cart.

Ji Dabao stared at his uncle blankly, and took out a piece of foam covered with a black plastic bag from under the trolley, his little head buzzing.

Ji Lianhuo turned pale, threw the foam plastic aside, took out all the apples in the apple box, opened the compartment, and saw the empty milk bottle lying quietly inside.

Only the bottle was found.

But what can you do with an empty milk bottle?

Ji Dabao could guess who the thief was with his toes, but this gambler even stole the child's milk powder and diapers!

Ji Dabao looked at his uncle with anger in his heart, and saw that the boy's jawline was tightly tensed, and his dark eyes were filled with cruelty that he had never seen before.

"Xiao Ji, are you out of the stall?" Uncle Yu walked over without knowing it. Before he got close to the two of them, he saw the child on the young man's back, crying with a sad face.

"What's wrong with Dabao?" Uncle Yu was stunned, and saw that Ji Lianhuo's expression was unusually calm, and his dark eyes were cold, which made people shudder.

"Uncle Yu, help me take care of the stall and Dabao." Ji Lianhuo unbuckled his strap, and Uncle Yu waved his hands when he saw this.

"You kid, please tell me what happened. It's okay if you ask me to help look after the stall, but Dabao keeps following you, and I can't look after you."

Ji Lianhuo's eyes condensed and he turned to look at the child behind him. Ji Dabao was holding the thin fabric at his hand tightly with one hand and tears in his eyes.

Ji Lianhuo lowered his eyes, tied his cloth straps tightly, picked up the bricks he dug out of the orange basket, and left without saying a word, his goal extremely clear.

"Xiao Ji, Xiao Ji!" Uncle Yu was worried and didn't know what was going on. He could only look at the young man's back and shout.

"Don't do stupid things! Think of Dabao!"

In the bustling mahjong parlor, a young man carrying a child suddenly came in. He was looking at various tables as if he was looking for someone. When the shop owner saw this, he quickly shouted, "Who are you looking for?"

"Li Daquan." The young man approached the shopkeeper with a calm expression, "Where is he?"

The shopkeeper frowned and looked at the young man's shabby unlined clothes. He was about to say a few words and send him away, but out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the bricks held tightly in the young man's hand.

"Where is he?"

The shopkeeper was silent for a while, and then Ji Lianhuo spoke again, raising his voice and speaking every word. The originally clean voice seemed to be speaking through clenched teeth, but it was forced to sound a little deeper.

"He, he's not here..." Looking at the young man in front of him, the shop owner couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. There were so many people coming here to look for someone, but like this young man, his eyes were cold and filled with strong murderous aura, as if he was going to... first person to chop that person in the middle when they meet.

"He just left at midnight yesterday, and he seemed to have gone in that direction." The shop owner quickly opened the door and couldn't wait to tell what he knew. He was afraid that if he was slower, his shop would suffer.

The young man gave the shopkeeper a serious look, then strode out of the shop with the brick in hand, heading in the direction pointed by the shopkeeper.

Like being stared at by a wolf in the wilderness at night, the shop owner couldn't help but rub his goosebumps on his arms and quickly closed the door.

The direction that the shop owner pointed was the direction to go home from here. Ji Dabao put his hands on Ji Lianhuo's shoulders and watched his uncle push open the courtyard door and violently push open the door of the room next to the utility room.

This room was better than the utility room, but it also had only four walls, leaving only an earthen kang* and an iron stove that could not be moved.

The old man was sitting at the end of the kang with a quilt around him. When he saw Ji Lianhuo come in, he smiled crumpledly. Because he had lost a lot of teeth, his words were a bit leaky.

"Lian Huo, didn't you go sell fruit today?"

"Grandpa." Ji Lianhuo looked coldly and glanced across the room, "Where is Li Daquan?"

"He went out early in the morning." Grandpa moved his body and patted the place next to him, "Lian Huo, sit here and let me see Dabao."

Ji Lianhuo stepped forward with the brick in hand, placed the brick firmly on the kang, untied his sling, and handed the child to the old man.

Ji Dabao stared at his great-grandfather quietly. If he remembered correctly, the old man did not survive this winter. After his death, life for himself and his uncle would be even more difficult.

"Do you remember me, Dabao?" The old man hugged the soft child, with a smile on his old face. "I am your great-grandfather, I used to hug you often."

Ji Dabao responded with two shouts, and the old man became even more happy when he saw it. The love in his heart turned into a smile on his face, until the courtyard door made a "bang" sound, and the old man's smile disappeared in an instant.