Mr. Lin was in a hurry to get on the fire, and suddenly saw the dung man coming to the door, naturally full of joy, took out two yuan and instructed Uncle Zhang: "Say hello, don't be stingy with how much you should give, I still have something to do, go first." ”

Zhang Bodao: "Sir, I'm going to do it properly for you." ”

After sending Mr. Lin away, Zhang Bocai asked the dung man: "Xiao Chen, why are you here?" ”

The person dressed as a dung man is Chen Zikun, he changed into dirty and torn clothes, wears an old cotton hat, and carries a wattle basket, which is very different from the appearance of a capable and neat coachman on weekdays, no wonder Mr. Lin didn't recognize it, but he couldn't hide it from Uncle Zhang.

Chen Zikun said: "The dung man on our street is really not like talking, I can't be angry, so I will do it myself, I heard that you are always looking for dung diggers everywhere, I think about digging one family is also digging, two families are also digging, so I came to help." ”

Uncle Zhang was greatly moved, pulled him into the porter and said, "It's cold, don't be busy with work first, drink a bowl of hot tea to warm up." ”

Chen Zikun took out two paper packets and said, "I brought you two bags of tea, it's not good, you can drink it." ”

It's really not a good tea, very general jasmine tea, but it's still a grade higher than Uncle Zhang's usual drinking, Uncle Zhang choked up again, he just briefly mentioned that he likes to drink tea, and the young man kept it in his heart, and bought two bags of tea to honor himself.

Thinking of his two unfilial sons, Uncle Zhang looked at Chen Zikun more and more, and he couldn't wait to have a daughter, so that he could recruit this young man as an uncle.

After drinking enough tea, Uncle Zhang led Chen Zikun to the back house to dig dung, and when he passed by the wing room, Chen Zikun also took a special glance at Lin Wenjing's room, and just saw his sweetheart sitting behind the window reading, and his heart suddenly jumped up.

"Hey, aren't you the coachman? Why did you become a dung digger again? Mother Lin walked up to her and questioned, Chen Zikun's disguise did not hide her sharp eyes.

Uncle Zhang hurriedly pulled Lin's mother aside and explained in a low voice, saying that now all the dung diggers in Beijing are unwilling to take over our family's work, so Xiao Chen Gudao is enthusiastic to help, if you take him away, I will never be able to find a second one.

Although Mama Lin has always hated Chen Zikun, she is also a character who can carry it clearly, the smell in the thatched house is stinking, and his wife has long complained bitterly, and if it continues like this, it is she who is unlucky.

So she quickly changed her smiley face: "Do you want me to help?" ”

The two old men were there, so naturally they didn't need her help, but Mother Lin was still enthusiastic about bringing brooms and shovels, and hid aside after a few idle words.

Usually there is no thatched house in the small courtyard, and the residents go to the official thatched house in the alley, but Mr. Lin's family is from the south, and they are decent people who work in the yamen, how can they go outside to squeeze the thatched house with those flat-headed people, so the Lin family has set up a thatched house in the south of the east wing, which is said to be a "bad" position in feng shui, and can be suppressed with the filth of the thatched house.

The thatched house is an open-air hut, which is built with bricks and a manure tank, during the day you can directly go out of the thatched house, and at night you can use the toilet in the room to solve, and then pour it into the thatched house, and then the dung digger will take away these filth, usually the dung digger comes once every three days, the New Year's festival is a little slower, once in ten days and a half a month, the dung diggers will also take this moment to ask the host for some wine money red envelopes and the like, it is indeed a custom.

But the Lin family is a southerner, and there has never been a rule for brushing the toilet red envelope, and Uncle Zhang has never shown the door to others before, so he offended the dung digger, and caused this situation, Uncle Zhang is not a dog at an age, but he is a little stubborn, of course he understands that this matter is inseparable from himself, so he works hard to help Chen Zikun.

The population of the forest house is not much, so the output is not too high, far from the spectacular scenery in the thatched house of the purple light depot, plus the winter is cold, the filth is frozen very hard, shovel into the basket with a shovel and a dung spoon, and then wash it with water, sprinkle with lime, the old appearance of the thatched house becomes new, Lin Ma came in to visit, and immediately smiled.

Uncle Zhang was also very happy, and stuffed the two oceans given by Mr. Lin to Chen Zikun, but Chen Zikun couldn't refuse, so he had to accept it and leave with the dung basket on his back.

Uncle Zhang sent him to the gate, watched him go away, and sighed again: "What a good young man." ”

Chen Zikun walked in the alley with a dung basket on his back, happily eating chilled watermelon on dog days, and finally being able to enter and leave the forest house openly, in order to see Miss Lin, no matter how hard and tired it was, it was worth it.

He walked happily, didn't notice a dung man coming out of the official thatched house on the side of the road, looked at him suspiciously for a long time, and then looked at the gate of the forest house, seemed to understand something, and pushed the wheelbarrow away.

The dung man returned to the dung factory located in the north of the outer city overpass near Longxu ditch, which is close to the stinky ditch, the place is empty, and the people living in it are extremely poor, Yu Ji dung factory is located here, the old Yu family is a native of Shandong, since the Qianlong period into Beijing to dry the dung industry, it has been many years, and it has gradually evolved from a dung digger to a huge dung factory, more than a dozen dung roads under the hands, hundreds of dung man.

The so-called dung road, not only refers to the dry road and the waterway and the road, but also refers to the resources of the dung industry, an alley, a block, is a dung road, there are more people in Beijing who dig dung, at least a thousand people and two thousand, if everyone goes to other people's land to dig dung, then the rules will be messed up, so there is a distinction between dung roads, different dung people, must not cross the line, otherwise it will inevitably cause bloody conflicts.

Shi Juma Street belongs to the dung road of Yu Ji dung factory, Yu Deshun is not very old, in his thirties, he usually does not always sit in the dung factory, but personally carries the dung basket with the dung spoon to work, he is righteous, generous, and the patrol police, the health department has a good relationship, and the dung man is taken care of, in Beijing city dung industry is definitely the number one person, there are good things to give him a title "dung king".

Yu Deshun is sitting in the manure factory watching the workers work, a large flat land, the manure is spread out in the sun, and the dried manure cake is ready to be sold to farmers as fertilizer.

The smell in the dung factory is so bad that ordinary people can faint if they walk in, but Yu Deshun grew up in such an environment since he was a child, and his sense of smell has long been immune to this.

The dung man came over and reported, "Yu Ye, something is wrong. ”

Yu Deshun took the small teapot and drank the tea, without frowning, there is something in Beijing that the dung king is not fair, joke.

"Say." ** is just one word.

"Someone on Shijuma Street robbed our business......" The dung man recounted what he saw, Yu Deshun stood up, a sneer on the corner of his mouth, put down the teapot and said: "Someone dares to rob business, I think he is impatient." ”

Yesterday, a guy from Yu Ji dung factory was beaten in the back house alley of Shijuma Street, the original story of the matter, Yu Deshun has figured out that his subordinates have unclean mouths, scolded the elderly, and he deserved to be beaten, Yu Ye does not plan to come out, but the rules of Yu Ji dung factory can not be broken, and the red envelopes of wine money for the New Year and festivals must be given, and whoever does not give it will not dig his dung, and no one else is allowed to dig until the family succumbs.

For a long time, this set of tricks is invincible, because no one can afford to get by for one or two small money and dung, but now there are people who don't give face to the dung king and dig dung across the border, which is simply unbearable.

"Do you see clearly, whose family is it, Li Fengji or Sun Xinggui?" Yu Deshun asked, the two names he said were both leaders in the dung industry in the capital, and they had never dealt with him.

"Yu Ye, I can see clearly, it's not from the Li family, it's not from the Sun family, it's new." The dung man replied.

"Interesting, let's go, let's see." Yu Deshun waved his hand, and immediately several young and strong dung men stopped what they were doing and followed Yu Ye out with a dung spoon.

According to Yu Deshun's estimate, the people who come to rob the dung road will never only dig out one house, they will have to rob the dung of the entire alley, so they will not be able to leave for a while, and they may be able to block the road.

At this time, a group of people in the Ziguang depot are worried about the two baskets of dung picked by Da Kunzi, and everyone is picking rice, flour, grain, oil, melons, fruits and vegetables at home.

Xue Pingshun asked him: "Da Kunzi, are you getting this?" We have no land to fertilize the fields. ”

Chen Zikun said: "You misunderstood, I went to help someone dig a thatched house." ”

Xue Ping said smoothly: "That's it, then take it out and pour it out, it's useless for us to keep this, Dongliang, go and pour these two baskets of things into the thatched house in the alley." ”

Wang Dongliang, who was wiping the car on the side, hurriedly came over, picked up two baskets and went out, unfortunately, he met the menacing Yu Deshun and his party as soon as he went out.

The dung king and his subordinates did not come to the Ziguang Depot, but took a shortcut to Shijuma Street, and they happened to hit Wang Dongliang who came out with a dung basket on his back.

Yu Deshun looked at it, this is worth it, you kid wants to even rob the business of this dung, and immediately waved his hand: "Call me!" ”

The dung men didn't say a word, waved the dung spoon and hit it, poor Wang Dongliang was beaten in a daze, fell to the ground, and poured dung, although the wooden dung spoon is not as good as the iron tool to beat people, but it is stinky and hard, and the old dung accumulated in the spoon, like a layer of armor, and it is not comfortable to hit the body.

Wang Dongliang was beaten by them and screamed, and the people in the depot heard it, and ran out to see that someone actually came to the door and shouted: "Brothers, copy guys!" "The coachmen, armed with brooms, shovels, and sticks, rushed out to mingle with the dungmen.

The dung man and the coachman are all part of the coolies, and they are equal in the fight, but with Chen Zikun's participation, the victory or defeat is basically a one-sided matter, and a few minutes later, all the people and horses brought by Yu Deshun are lying on the street, and even the dung king himself was whipped by Chen Zikun and almost couldn't get up.

"Come to the Ziguang Depot to find fault, blind your dog's eyes." Chen Zikun scolded viciously.