These two steps up to the second floor. The furnishings on the second floor are extremely simple, with a bed and a cabinet above the bed. In many places, the elderly will place such a large wardrobe on the head of the bed, which in addition to clothes and snacks.

A table was placed at the end of the bed. The table was close to the window on the second floor, and a pot of flowers was placed on it, which were wild flowers everywhere.

The sparrow walked to the window and took a look. A layer of paper was pasted on the window, which might be used to resist the cold.

He did not follow Dazhuang to the third floor, but chatted with the old woman downstairs on the second floor.

Dazhuang walked up the stairs. This single-story house with a small area is next to each other. Although the floors are not low, the total area is not large.

There is an open-air balcony on one side of the third floor facing the street. You can see the other end from one end of the street. However, this side is too close to the street, except for a better view, the rest are all disadvantages.

Of course, this drawback is for what he is going to do.

After thinking for a moment, Dazhuang came to the other side of the street. The other buildings behind the house were not that tall. From the third floor, it looked like a plain, and the house was not very wide from the house behind.

He returned to the side of the street and observed the entire street again. It was already the tallest building, and there was nothing else except here.

If you don't consider one life for another, this is the best choice.

His gaze jumped across the street to reach the other side. If it was daytime, he could clearly see everything here on the opposite side and any movement could be seen.

How to avoid being discovered before shooting is a problem, and how to escape after shooting is also a problem.

After reading the place he should have seen, Dazhuang went downstairs and called the sparrow who was chatting with the old woman.

"Old man, don't sell the house in the next two days. We need to go back and discuss it."

"Of course, even if I don't agree to you, I will not be able to sell it in the past few days."

"Then let's say goodbye."

“Not giving.”

They left the house and on the way, Dazhuang informed the sparrow of the situation.

They could only walk around and watch again, trying to read the entire road tonight, and go to the palace at the city gate.

The next day, Xiang Du started working.

Today he was transferred away again, and his work became much easier. He counted the number of wooden boards. For him, this was no longer a job. He just wanted to know the number and not count the wrong number.

Especially today is a day of expenses, time passes much faster than usual.

Originally, this matter should be an accounting job, but the accountant didn't come to take leave today, so he handed it over to the young man, who was smart and serious at first glance.

Fourteen hours passed in a flash, and the workers stood in a row and went to the factory to collect their salaries.

Xiangdu didn't like to squeeze forward like everyone else, and with a sense of responsibility, he counted the boards again before getting off work, so he was at the end of the line.

Some people left directly after receiving the salary, while others watched from the side after receiving the salary to see if the wages of others were the same as themselves.

It was finally Xiangdu's turn, and the workers had already left. The one responsible for paying the wages was the wife of the timber factory owner. When Xiangdu arrived, the first lady of the factory stood up and left.

Xiang Du ran two steps and chased after him: "That, my salary."

"What wages?"

"That's the money for work."

"You are so embarrassed to ask for wages? You threw my bowl. No, and you want to find the factory manager. Anyway, I don't have one here."

"That won't work, I'll pay tax tomorrow."

Xiang Du was a little anxious and grabbed the woman's shoulder, leaving her good mood gone.

The woman broke free and walked straight to the cottage. Xiang Du followed behind him, and he could not do without the money.

One by one, one after another, the two entered the house. The owner of the timber factory in the house raised his eyebrows: "What's going on?"

His wife said, "It's okay, I want money."

"What's the money?"

"The money to say you want to work."

"Then you should give it to..."

Before he could finish his words, his wife glared at him fiercely, and then the woman found a place to sit down openly, regardless of Xiang Du, who was embarrassed at the door.

Xiang Du rubbed forward two steps, feeling very aggrieved.

His boss lady spitted unceremoniously: "I still want money, are you kidding me here? I broke all the bowls in my house, and it would be nice if I didn't ask you to pay."

Xiang Du felt anger. He really wanted to go up and slap the woman. However, he held back and said bluntly: "Just deduct the money from the bowl from the salary. You have to give me the rest, or I'll buy one to return it to you."

He really couldn't figure out why this happened. It's obvious that a while ago that matter has passed, so he should have expressed his opinions earlier.

The boss's wife ignored Xiang Du's words. She said arrogantly to her husband: "You don't know that that day, many people said that there was no good person in the group of workers we hired. Do you know how embarrassing it?"

The timber factory owner looked at both sides, and he asked his wife in particular with a confused look, who gave him a wink.

He immediately said to Xiangdu kindly: "Xiao Xiang, you go out first."

Xiang Du just refused to leave. He just believed in one thing and refused to leave without paying money.

The boss had no choice but to stab his wife: "Go out and talk."

The couple went out, and Xiang Du woke up from his apology that the room was really warm.

Outside the door, the boss asked his own man: "What's wrong with you? You have to give someone the wages you should pay."

"No!" The boss lady was extremely determined, "Anyway, I've finished talking about this matter. I can't give it to you. I have to let these workers know how powerful I am."

"Did you promise someone else something?"

After hearing this, the boss's wife felt a little hesitant. She hurriedly said, "No, if you give it to me anyway, don't go home tonight."

In fact, Xiang Du could hear their conversation. He was really fed up this time. What the person who introduced him to work here suddenly filled his mind.

What is the purpose of working here? Less money? Tired work? Far away from home?

Xiang Du walked out the door and said with great ease: "I don't want the money anymore, and I won't do it anymore."

"It's just right if you don't do it. If you don't do it, you will definitely not give the money."

The boss lady went back to the house.

Xiang Du resolutely walked out of the factory.

"Xiao Xiang!"

"You're back!"

The boss had just chased him out for two steps, and his wife called him back with one word.

When he walked to the factory gate, Xiang Du finally broke out. While beating the factory gate, he shouted: "I will stop doing me! I will stop doing me! I will stop doing it!"

The road home was very long, and his tears fell down very unsatisfactorily. Gradually, tears blinded the entire eyes and the whole world.

He didn't care about the surprised eyes of passers-by. On weekdays, he was most afraid of other people's gazes.

After he got home, he fell asleep.

What made him feel even more powerless in life was that after he woke up, his colleagues urged him to go to work, and he would have to deduct money if he was late.

He agreed and did not get up. Until the afternoon, he went to find the landlord and couldn't live in the house. He asked if the money could be refunded. The answer he got was that it could not be refunded, and there were still several hours before tax collection.
Chapter completed!