Chapter 338 “It’s a waste of medicine even if it’s cured!”

Chapter 338 “It’s a waste of medicine even if it’s cured!”

night.

The Pig Cage Walled City is immersed in the hazy night. As a famous low-rent apartment in Shanghai, even though it is dark at this time, it is still bustling here.

In the narrow corridor, workers who had just gotten off work were cooking the family's dinner on a simple stove; residents with better conditions had already had dinner and were lying on the lounge chairs in front of the corridor early, listening leisurely to the people next to them. radio.

In addition, some residents took off their shirts, wore a pair of shorts, and squatted or stood to take a shower in the public restroom.

Amidst the interweaving of fireworks and noise, the entire city seemed both simple and beautiful.

Snapped!

At this moment, there was a harsh sound of glass breaking from the top floor window of an apartment building. Many residents who were chatting in the patio looked up curiously.

A man in his fifties, with a bruised nose and swollen face, was thrown out of the house, accompanied by a roar like a lion's roar.

"If it works, it works, if it doesn't work, it doesn't work! What does it mean to take a break?!"

The man's body fell directly from the window on the fifth floor. After breaking several clothes-drying poles of residents downstairs, he fell heavily to the ground face down.

"The charter woman seems to be a bit heavy-handed this time."

"You deserve it! The charterer, this old man, keeps spying on Aunt Six taking a bath every night. I've long wanted to beat him up."

"Huh? Aunt Six is ​​neither your relative nor your wife. Why are you so angry here?"

"Nonsense, he takes up the spot every night, how can I still watch?"

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While the residents were all talking about it, a handsome-looking man with half of his butt exposed took a branch and poked the landlord who was lying on the ground in despair.

"Don't make trouble."

The charterer waved his hand without raising his head.

After seeing that he was still angry, the surrounding residents withdrew their gazes and went about their own business.

After a while, the charterer took a breath and rubbed his sore waist, then sat up from the ground with a frown on his face.

Fortunately, I have been practicing Tai Chi for decades, otherwise I would have lost half my life just this time.

He yawned and was about to get up from the ground when several meteors suddenly flashed across the sky.

Feeling something in his heart, he suddenly raised his head and looked at the top of his head. When he saw the scene in front of him, the charterer's pupils shrank sharply.

"No!!!"

A figure fell from the sky and pressed heavily on the charterer.

In the Bodhisattva Temple at the entrance of the walled city.

The temple, which originally had few people coming to offer incense even during the day, was now bustling with many people.

Everyone's eyes were focused on a straw mat on the ground, where a tall man was lying on it without knowing whether he was alive or dead.

"So, is this guy dead or alive?"

A bloated woman with curly hair and a cigarette butt in her mouth asked impatiently while shaking her cattail leaf fan.

After hearing her words, an old man dressed as a doctor stroked his beard and replied: "He is alive, and his pulse is strong. It can be said that he is healthier than any patient I have ever seen."

"Damn, it's okay if you fall from such a height?"

"Of course it's okay. He fell on top of me. What can happen to him as long as I'm at the bottom?"

The charterer rubbed his body and walked to the straw mat. After sizing up the man on the ground, he nodded and praised: "He looks quite handsome, somewhat similar to me when I was young."

"Huh? His mouth is moving, as if he is saying something. Come here and listen."

After hearing this, everyone onlookers gathered together.

On the straw mat, Zheng Jirong closed his eyes tightly and whispered:

"That's too much. In the year of the great disaster, let's have a free hot pot and a plate of hot pot dishes, frozen tofu and Chinese cabbage. How to make baked carp noodles in Yanjin, you have to settle the accounts for me, abacus beads Although he is small, my head, Wang Ganju, is not here to perform magic tricks. Home-cooked dishes include beef stir-fried with green onions. I don’t eat beef because he is good and needs to be cut into octopus shapes. Why don’t you braise shrimps in oil? Why do you have a bowl of braised beef? Shrimp oil is sold for fifty? Fifteen old hens from those days can be taken alive with just the tip of your tongue! Youngster, you also deserve to eat the old hens, those are all reserved for Sanpao! It’s so satisfying, the chief manager ate one Put it in your throat, but don’t let the Empress Dowager smell the bad smell. Come here and give the chief steward some good tea. I want to see what he can do to Lafayette when he’s full!"

After everyone heard this, they all looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.

"What does he mean by this?"

"Fuck Lafayette? This guy looks so young, has he ever seen Lafayette back then?"

"Listening to what he said made me a little hungry."

The doctor frowned and thought for a while before saying, "This person's words are inconsistent with his words. It sounds like he is talking in his sleep."

"Oh, he is also a miserable person. He only dreams about eating."

A middle-aged man wearing a white apron sighed, turned around and said, "I'll go back to the store and heat up some buns and deliver them over."

At this moment, Zheng Jirong, who was on the ground, muttered again: "Here comes a free boss lady, wear something revealing, don't cover her up tightly when you come up."

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"Ghost," the charterer looked at the man who was just about to go out to heat up steamed buns. "In addition to eating, he seems to want a woman."

"I am a bachelor myself, where can I find a woman for him?"

"That's right." The charterer then looked at a woman wearing a red nightgown and lipstick beside the straw mat. At this time, the woman was staring at the man on the straw mat with all her attention, even if there was drool dripping from the corner of her mouth. I don’t know.

"Azhen, if you don't want to be wronged, you can take him home and take care of him for two days. You also heard it. This guy is always thinking about women in his dreams."

Hearing his words, Azhen wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth, nodded sheepishly and said, "If none of you are willing to take him in, then I will have to reluctantly take him home."

"No, Zhen, are you serious?"

"Hey we can't watch him freeze to death outside, right?"

"It's already June, can people still freeze to death at night?"

Seeing her husband following the buck-toothed girl with eyebrows, the charter wife shouted in displeasure, "Shut up!"

Seeing that they all calmed down, the housekeeper looked at Zheng Jirong on the straw mat and said, "He needs food and a woman. He is not a good person at first glance. It would be a waste of medicine to cure him, so just leave him here!"

The charterer did not dare to say anything when he saw this. He glanced at the surrounding residents and motioned for them to leave first.

After a while, after all the residents, including the somewhat reluctant Azhen and the doctor, left, the chartered public relations officer walked up to the temple gate and walked to the straw mat.

He originally had a cynical smile on his face, but now he looked serious.