MTL - Fishing the Myriad Heavens-Chapter 1 North wind

Banyan City is recognized as one of the most living cities in the country.

Here you can see the most besides Mahjong Pavilion, or Mahjong Pavilion!

No matter how old or young, you can say one, two, three.

But this is only one-sided.

More people still leave early and return for the meager salary.

"You'll go to the financial settlement of pay later."

The voice of a middle-aged man sounded faintly.

"It's their fault, manager, why should you fire me?"

Beifeng strives for reason.

"Just because they can create hundreds of thousands of profits for the company every month! Well, needless to say, let's go."

Manager said impatiently.

How big is such a naive person, one side can create huge profits for the company, the other side is still in the internship period, and no fool knows how to choose.

Bei Bei silently, hands clasped together, said nothing, turned back to his place to pack things.

"Oh, that's the end of offending Zhao."

He looked at the wolf howling at the north wind, and said with pleasure.

"No, there are always some people who think they are great, in fact? They haven't opened an order for two and a half months."

Another woman also pointed.

Beifeng did not argue any more, silently sorted out his belongings, went to finance to settle his salary.

Maybe the manager has already greeted the finances and the process of receiving salary is smooth.

的 The salary for a month during the internship is 25,000, which is really nothing in a high consumption city like Rongcheng.

I just rent a house for 1,200 yuan. The remaining hydropower is usually spent, and there is no surplus at all.

Beifeng took the salary and walked out of the store. For a while, he didn't know where to go.

I am also 26 years old this year, but nothing happened.

No deposit, no car, no house, girlfriend or something, are you joking with me?

北 Beifeng had never seen his parents since he was a child, because he was an abandoned orphan. Fortunately, he was picked up and adopted by an old man.

Otherwise, I didn't know where I was dead. After graduating from junior high school, Beifeng came out to work.

I didn't want to study, but Beifeng's performance was very good, but the old man was too old after all, and he didn't survive that winter.

Beifeng can only abandon school and follow the adults in the village to find work.

Although the construction site was very tired and dirty, Beifeng persisted because of a good salary.

It is reasonable to say that for so many years, the north wind will be a bit more or less a deposit.

But at the age of 23, Beifeng fell from a third-floor height while working on a construction site and was seriously injured.

When the contractor saw something was wrong, he immediately ran away. The person in charge of the construction site did not run.

Because it's not a matter of others, I need to find a contractor.

In the end, in the case of an uncle and uncle in a village in Beifeng, the person in charge of the construction site took out one hundred thousand.

This accident has exhausted all of Beifeng's savings and left behind the aftermath.

I ca n’t do heavy work, and once I do heavy work, I feel painful tears in the heart.

And the doctor solemnly told Beifeng that the paralysis after the age of 40 may be as high as 80%!

Until now, Beifeng's body was nailed with steel nails.

An uncle from the same village originally introduced Bei Feng to an object, and the two parties have reached the point of discussing marriage.

But after the other party heard that Beifeng was in trouble, he immediately regretted his marriage.

This is also human, who wants to take care of a person who can't work in the next half of his life?

It took more than half a year for the north wind to cultivate.

"Will you go home?"

There was a thought in Beibei's mind. Once it appeared, it was like a bamboo shoot after the rain. It couldn't stop.

"Anyway, I'm alone now, and I'm not hungry when I'm full."

Beifeng thoughtfully.

The more I think about it, the more I think it's feasible. I can raise chickens and ducks and grow rice. I can be self-sufficient.

Beifeng is no longer confused, holding his box and disappearing into the flow of people.

After three hours, Beifeng got off at the coach station.

I originally planned to take the high-speed rail, but it was inconvenient to bring a large bag, so I took the bus.

Here is Beifeng's hometown, Qingcheng!

A city surrounded by mountains, with clear mountains and clear water, it is unclear whether the mountains or clouds are far away in cloudy days.

"How much does it cost to go to Qingling Mountain?"

Beifeng asked a taxi outside the station.

"Go to Qingling Mountain, it's a little far away, give it a hundred yuan."

Beifeng said nothing and turned away.

I really slaughtered myself as a fat sheep, and paid a hundred yuan, up to forty!

"Hey? Don't leave, brother, so you can make a price!"

The taxi driver was in a hurry, and finally encountered a guest, but he couldn't just leave.

"Forty!"

Beifeng turned back and said lightly.

"It's too low, how about you brother, add a little more, so let's get a price of seventy!"

The taxi driver made a look of pain.

"I'm only forty, I'll do it. No, I'll find another house."

Beifeng didn't want to say too much, he just made a final decision.

"Oh, do it."

The taxi driver could only recognize it by pinching his nose.

Then helped Beifeng put the luggage in the trunk, and then left.

"Brother is going to travel?"

The taxi driver was very talkative and asked after driving a long way.

"No, where does my family live."

Beifeng also looked back out of the window and answered.

"No wonder this kid is so fine, his feelings are locals ~ www.novelbuddy.com ~ The taxi driver scolded him, thinking that this kid was here to travel to Qingling Mountain. I didn't expect where others would live.

I was a little embarrassed at the moment, and there was a moment of silence in the car.

After a while, the taxi driver talked to Beifeng again.

Qiongqingling Mountain has beautiful scenery, all kinds of strange stones and lonely peaks, which have been vigorously developed. Now it is already a Grade A scenic spot.

There are not a few people who visit here every year. Thanks to the development of the Qingling Mountains, the roads have also been repaired and the villages under the Qingling Mountains are also rich.

A variety of small farmhouses have emerged endlessly. In the previous two years, there were still 1.5 million people who wanted to buy the old house left by Grandpa Beifeng, but Beifeng did not sell it.

Even though it was difficult at that time, Beifeng never thought of selling the old house, because this was the only thought left by the old man to himself.

It was a smooth road, and it took more than 40 minutes to get to the foot of Qingling Mountain by taxi.

A row of antique houses were plated with gold under the afterglow of the setting sun.

Bei Beifeng paid the fare and dragged two suitcases into the paved road.

There are some special snacks on both sides of the street, and there are three or two groups of foreigners in the street picking souvenirs.

Bei Beifeng looked at the changes in the village in the past two years. Compared with two years ago, the village was much more prosperous and there were more small houses.

Bei Beifeng also bought some daily necessities, some cooked vegetables, and spices that can be used for cooking.

Slowly, there are fewer and less buildings on both sides of the street, and the north wind embarks on a weed-covered path from the wide bluestone road.

I walked along the path for more than ten minutes. At the end of the path, there was a house in the style of a courtyard house in the Qing Dynasty.