Buck, who has no household registration and ID card, also used the morning purchase of ingredients as exercise. He carried half a hundred kilograms of pork and left. He was carrying seasonings and vegetables in his other hand. When he came out, he saw Ba Dacheng leaning against his tricycle smoking. The logistics area on the railway is so big, and it is easy to distinguish the broken tricycle. It is a bit strange: "Dad, why are you going out if you are not at home to rest?"

Ba Dacheng took sick leave and enjoyed the fun of seeing his son every day at home. At this moment, he stood up with a little entanglement: "Go to apply for a household registration... The dog days actually said that he wanted to review. Let's go, I'll go to the market to purchase." He turned the topic apart very stiffly. He felt that he should have some face and had to apply for his son's household registration no matter how he was.

Buck helped him get on the bus and then started the motorcycle: "It's almost done, can you ask us to give me some gifts?"

Ba Dacheng shook his head: "This is not necessarily the case. Lao Ji told me privately that things are not troublesome, and the director knows you, mainly... they need to know how you came back?" In the past, when he called his home occasionally, Buck said that he was working abroad. Now, Ba Dacheng and his wife have been difficult to ask about the past that seems to be very difficult. The police station mainly needs to have entry procedures, and it also proves where Buck has been and whether he has committed crimes in recent years. This is more troublesome.

Barker still vaguely said: "You...why do you better apply for a foreign passport? Will we live abroad?" After he went abroad, he still won't find a messy identity in a country. Even if he doesn't face his past colleagues, he has many backup identities to use.

Going abroad?

Ba Dacheng, who was sitting in the back of the car, suddenly felt that the difficulty was nothing: "Isn't it just a household registration? I don't believe it, but you didn't have to do it. The grades were so bad when you got into high school. I went to the principal's Academic Affairs Office every day, but I stuffed it in for you? I don't believe it!" This is really awesome.

Buck had a little expression on his face: "Thank you dad."

Both father and son were in a good mood. They didn’t think that household registration was a difficult task. Anyway, they could just drag it on like this. It was not an era where you had to have a household registration to have a meal.

It was just that after buying meat and vegetables, I went home to pack it until the afternoon to prepare to set up the stall. Buck was a little surprised to see Liu Changyuan coming over: "Brother, I... have apologized to my parents."

The character may not be bad, but it is just spoiled and young people who are not yet possessed of bad habits stand by the tricycle in shame. Of course, this emotion is a bit ridiculous self-esteem that is based on their own feeling of standing here, rather than having a clear reflection on their past.

Buck did not delve into the truth or falsehood of what the other party said, and no matter whether it was his own understanding or the result of his parents' request, he pointed at his own things and asked Liu Changyuan to follow his helper.

After starting the stall, I am really much more at ease than yesterday. At least I can learn to lower my eyebrows and hold the plate with my eyes in a straightforward manner. If I get scolded or made things difficult for me, I can try my best to endure it.

But compared to the little beggar's activeness and eye-catching price, it is still much worse.

The little beggar came first than Buck and the others. He squatted on the side of the road wearing yesterday's mask and gloves, occupying the position on the side of the road, and helped to get the goods as soon as the motorcycle arrived.

But Buck threw the clothes at him first: "Work clothes... change them! Those two are replaced."

The little beggar was stunned for a moment, looking at the shorts, jeans, vests, shirts and sandals in his hand, and they were all two sets. No matter how stupid he was, he knew that this was just an excuse. The eyes on the mask were a little wet. Buck couldn't stand it and smashed the masks and gloves in plastic bags: "These things are used up every day and you have to throw them away every day! There is also this towel, wash and replace them..."

The little beggar nodded vigorously, hugged his clothes and ran to the public toilet behind the street. Soon, he changed into clean clothes, wore a new mask, and pointed to Buck to see that his hands had been washed before putting on gloves to do things. Buck didn't care that his face had not been washed, so he started to tidy up the stove while cursing.

He knew the child did not want to be given alms.

It’s like when it comes to Liu Changyuan, Buck will not say anything else, he only does his own, and this kind of learning in life can only depend on himself. He just provides Liu Changyuan with a lifestyle he should have. Whether he can persist depends on his own luck. These two children are basically two extremes.

But at Ba Dacheng's reminder, Buck replaced the two long metal knives with bamboo pieces. The thick and long bamboo pieces were very convenient to pick them up, but only by cutting vegetables, they could only be cut and packed at home and transported.

On this day, Buck felt that many people were looking at him more or less, rather than just rushing for the fragrant barbecue. At least there were some gangsters and gangsters on the roadside with suspicious eyes, which looked exactly the same as the eyes that occasionally passed by a female student dodged.

What was a little surprised was that Fang Lingying didn't come today, so Buck asked the little beggar to take away the two buns with the remaining meat. Buck also gave Liu Changyuan 100 yuan. It can be seen that this young man hasn't done much. Today, he was so tired that he just stood and held the plate and put the table in his hand. But at least he insisted on it. Finally, he helped Buck carry the table and chairs on a tricycle. When Buck drove back to the yard, the young man fell asleep in the car behind!

This barbecue stall that looked quite simple was just set up. Buck never asked the little beggar where he lives. Everyone has their own secrets.

Fang Lingying, who came to the barbecue stall for dinner two days later, was obviously a little surprised that the young man who caused trouble became honest, but just looked at it and asked inadvertently: "You... are you really doing a small business in the northern Xinjiang?" On the way back, because of the direction of Buck's walking and the typical appearance of the working people, Fang Lingying speculated that he was going to Northern Xinjiang to pick cotton, so Buck just nodded.

Buck looked at her for some reason and nodded indescribable way.

Fang Lingying's eyes flashed with a smile, and didn't continue to say anything. She still gave money to Shinren after eating. But Buck noticed that she was not wearing the blue coat with a little mud today, but a pretty dress with a white mid-length sleeve slit on top with a diamond-shaped neckline chiffon blouse with a black white polka dot skirt underneath. In short, it is a beautiful dress that is not suitable for sitting or squatting to eat in this food stall.

Fang Lingying, who had already walked out for two steps, suddenly turned back: "Give me a mobile phone number?"

Buck was stunned for a moment: "I don't have a cell phone..." Why did he come here for a cell phone? He stayed with his parents at home every day, and no one needed to contact him.

Fang Lingying was also stunned for a moment, looking up and down at Buck, probably thinking that she was in economic conditions, but now the phones that can be called are very cheap. Fortunately, Liu Changyuan collected the plate and had been secretly looking at this beautiful girl for a long time. He quickly touched his phone: "I have it, I have it, just call Buge at any time..."

Fang Lingying smiled and reported her number to open it and waved her hand and left.

Liu Changyuan curiously approached and asked: "Brother, is your girlfriend?" Compared to the little beggar, he was obviously much more talked when he became familiar with him.

Buck said little, "Do you think it's possible?" He pointed to his white sweatshirt, and his arms were exposed, but it was just a big hole, let alone the material of sweat.

Liu Changyuan has persisted in the past two days and seems to have found some motivation. His expression is much more flexible: "What's there? We always have a chance to make a comeback!"

"Counterattack?" Buck also chewed the buzzword and continued to busy things on the oven.

However, a new situation occurred at night. At that time in the past, the seventy kilograms of meat I prepared were not sold out...

You should know that just three or four hours ago, I sold out all the ingredients, and today there were obviously fewer people, at least there was no stance to stand next to eat.

Only a few days have you opened? It’s less than a week. Are customers tired of eating it? At least there are so many people coming and going here, so everyone has tasted it and doesn’t feel like it, right?

Buck was too lazy to think about deep-seated things and saw that the large meat cubes placed in the foam box and the ice did not deteriorate any, so he decided to start reducing the purchase volume tomorrow, do less hard work, and ask Liu Changyuan and the little beggar to load the car and close the stall.

But the young people who just started to experience the hardships of work felt different from Buck: "Bao, I... after loading the car, go see if other families have a good business?" It's only 10 o'clock now. For food stalls, it's normal for business until midnight. Other families are doing a hot business and are brightly lit, so Buck is not motivated. He sold out the stall a few days ago, and closed the stall even if he didn't sell out today.

Buck looked at him and nodded: "Okay." He was about to ride a motorcycle home, but Liu Changyuan dared to ask: "Brother, can I wait for me?"

Buck was actually not impatient and nodded: "Okay, I'll smoke a few cigarettes..." The little beggar changed his clothes from the public toilet. He still walked in his dirty clothes every night, but carefully wrapped the clean clothes and put them in plastic bags. He saw Buck not leaving, so he came over to bow before leaving.

Buck opened his mouth and didn't ask anything. He watched the dirty little beggar disappear under the dim street lights. The beggar would not be as confident as ordinary people in the middle of the road, nor would it be close to the eaves of the shop, but would carefully follow the curb between the sidewalk and the sidewalk. This child... it's not a day or two to be a beggar.

Buck did not light the cigarette, but just rotated the cigarette between the index finger and middle finger. It was similar to the previous moves when playing with a knife. In fact, it was more difficult because the smoke was much lighter.

Summer is a good time to see beautiful girls. You don’t wear less and have a special charm under the street lights. Buck, who used to do such adolescence with his friends when he was in middle school, now feels boring and used to seafood meals. How could he care about these...cool side dishes?

He didn't even have the interest to convince himself to change his taste. He just looked at a few girls and subconsciously thought of the dazzling fireball in the sky! It was like a street light... he shook his head hard and stood up, forcing himself to forget the nightmare scene. Even if he didn't get the qualification of a serious military doctor, he had received various high-level training, and his mental state was still problematic. The thriller of wartime trauma made him extremely eager for this peaceful life, but on the other hand, he felt dull and bored in it.

Then Buck saw a familiar shadow on the opposite side shaking, his mind was still reacting to what it was, and he had already stepped away from the curb!
Chapter completed!