Chapter 10: Sudden Change (Part 1)

  "Don't wander around at midnight on weekends"

  Come quickly to Apple Park

  Welcome little wanderer

  Don't just stand there doing nothing

  Shout out loud together...

  Following the rhythm of the "Little Tiger Team" song playing on the town's recording machine, Qin Feng couldn't help but sing along. No matter how mature he was, he was just a child under thirteen years old, and his sorrow of parting with his good friend quickly disappeared. He hummed the Little Tiger Team's song as he hurried home.

  Liu Zimo promised Qin Feng that when he came back next time, he would definitely bring all the cassette tapes of Xiao Hu Dui's albums.

  This also made Qin Feng's mood better, his sister was a fan of the three island boys' combination, so Qin Feng picked up an almost scrapped tape recorder and spent more than a month figuring out the power circuit, and finally fixed the broken radio.

  "Uncle Hu, give me four shaobing."

  When they arrived at the Hu's BBQ shop, Qin Feng bought four BBQs and then spent another two dollars to buy some donkey meat. The BBQ with donkey meat was Qin Jing's favorite food, but since arriving in Cangzhou, he had only eaten it twice, both times as a guest of Liu Zimo.

  "Little Feng, what's the good news? Found a treasure?"

  Uncle Hu smiled and picked out four freshly baked buns, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them to Qin Feng. He had known him for a few years now, and he knew that as long as the little girl wasn't around, Qin Feng would never be able to resist eating first.

  "What's there to be happy about, Uncle Hu? If you have any useless items, don't sell them to others, I'll come back and collect them."

  Although Old Man Liu has passed away, Qin Feng and his sister's life seems to have seen a glimmer of hope. In the past few months, he listened to Liu Zimo's words and changed from being wasteful to frugal.

  At that time, people's lives were not very rich, and no one was willing to throw away anything at home, so picking up became collecting. Qin Feng found that the money he used to have a hard time earning seemed to come easily now.

  This is because the townspeople had a good impression of Qin Feng, and every day he could collect a flatbed cart full of things like newspaper, toothpaste, scrap copper, and broken iron, which he would then sell to the recycling station. After doing this for a while, Qin Feng discovered that he was actually making around ten or more yuan per day.

  In this way, the expenses for the two siblings to eat out once a month can still leave nearly 300 yuan. In more than half a year, Qin Feng has saved over 1,000 yuan.

  Not long ago, Qin Feng had his eyes on a bungalow near the town's urban area. The bungalow was not large, with an area of just over thirty square meters, but outside the bungalow, there was a very large piece of open space.

  Qin Feng calculated that if he bought the flat house, he could use the vacant land for free and open his own waste collection station to sell directly to the state-owned stations in the city.

  In this way, the intermediate link is saved, and Qin Feng can earn at least 7 or 8 more yuan every day.

  Seven or eight yuan a day, and in a year it's tens of thousands. For Qin Feng and his sister, this is an astronomical figure. If they hadn't tasted the sweetness, Qin Feng wouldn't have known that collecting junk could be so profitable.

  In fact, before and after 1992, people had not yet fully realized that the iron rice bowl was about to become history. They still looked down on those who set up stalls or did small businesses, such as individual households.

  But it was those inconspicuous small businesses that created countless millionaires during the transition from a planned economy to a market economy. Those who opened scrap collection stations in the 80s and 90s had at least tens of millions of yuan in assets ten years later.

  Of course, the scrap purchasing station is still a bit far away for Qin Feng, because that flat house needs more than 4,000 yuan, which he can't afford now.

  But Qin Feng believes that after he changes to a tricycle, he can go to the city to collect waste and in just over a year, he will be able to save this "huge sum" of money to create a real home for himself and his sister.

  In the north of March, although it was still a bit cold, the withered yellow grass and trees had already shown a hint of spring greenery, which alleviated Qin Feng's sorrow caused by Liu Lao Ye Zi's passing.

  "Hmm..."

  As soon as Qin Feng saw his solitary house by the railway from afar, he put his index finger into his mouth and whistled loudly to summon Da Huang.

  Qin Feng didn't know what breed of dog Da Huang was, but having raised it since it was young, he had long considered it a member of the family. The donkey meat he bought today naturally included a portion for Da Huang as well.

  "Hey, where's Dahuang?"

  As usual, after whistling, the big yellow and sister's figures would immediately appear at the door, but Qin Feng walked more than ten meters forward, without seeing Big Yellow running out to greet him.

  "No, what's with the bloody smell?"

  Qin Feng stopped in his tracks, his nose twitching as he caught a whiff of a pungent smell of fresh blood, causing his body to shudder slightly.

  Qin Feng could never forget that on that night five years ago, when he was hidden in the closet by his parents, he smelled this smell.

  Although Qin Feng did not see anything at that time, he heard his father's miserable cry with his own ears. There was also a man's voice asking about his whereabouts, which was also something Qin Feng would never forget for the rest of his life.

  On the second day in the morning, there was only a large pool of blood left in the house. Through the door crack, Qin Feng found that two strange men were still guarding his own door.

  Young Qin Feng carried his sister, who didn't understand anything, and escaped from the back window to climb onto a coal train not far from home, which brought them to their current residence.

  Memories surged into Qin Feng's mind like a flood, and the smell of fresh blood in the wind filled his eyes with bloodshot, and his originally relaxed body became tense.

  For more than five years, Qin Fengsheng has been afraid that those people would find him and his sister again. Every day when he fell asleep, as long as the wind blew slightly, he would be startled awake, living in a state of constant vigilance.

  So the taste of fresh blood accelerated the secretion of hormones in Qin Feng's cerebral cortex several times, and his body shrunk into a cluster of poplar trees on the right side.

  "What happened? What's wrong with my sister?"

  At this time, Qin Feng was extremely worried about the safety of his sister Qin Wei, and his eyes were already burning with hatred, but his actions were very calm.

  Since he was young, Qin Feng had raised Da Huang and deeply understood its temperament and combat power. Like himself, it was usually mild-mannered but once any other creature offended it, it would bite to the death.

  Two years ago, a family in the town raised a purebred German blackback. One time, the child of that family took it out and under the instigation of a group of children, let the dog bite the big yellow.

  But what everyone did not expect was that the big yellow dog, which looked thin and weak, was extremely ferocious. It didn't care that the wolf had bitten its tail, and with one bite, it bit the opponent's neck hard, biting its throat to death.

  This scene frightened the children present at the time and several adults who were watching the excitement, from that day on, Dahuang's notorious name also disappeared, those children although disliked Qin Feng brother and sister, but they did not dare to bully them openly again.

  So at this moment, Da Huang fell silent. Qin Feng believed that something must have happened in his small house, and without three or four adults, it was impossible to subdue Da Huang.

  "Ah......" Suddenly, a man's mournful cry came from that house, the voice was extremely miserable, and there were also angry curses in between.

  "It's definitely Da Huang! Da Huang, sister, don't worry, I'm here to save you!"

  The roasted bun and mule meat that had been kept warm in his arms were thrown to the ground, Qin Feng took off his old military coat, opened the wooden box containing the gun head, and took out the gun head that was shining with cold light.

  Tearing off a piece of tattered cloth, Qin Feng wrapped it around the root of the gun barrel and grasped it tightly in his hand. The icy cold feeling transmitted through the cloth to his palm, and a hint of madness flashed across Qin Feng's eyes.

  Now that he has arrived at the place where he currently lives, apart from some children, Qin Feng has never offended anyone, so he subconsciously thinks that it is the enemy who hurt his parents in those years.

  This made Qin Feng fearful, and his heart also surged with overwhelming waves.

  Because his sister was too young, Qin Feng had never dared to return to the city where he used to live. As for whether his parents were dead or not, it was just his own inference. Now that his enemy had found him, Qin Feng's anger, which had been suppressed for more than five years, finally erupted completely.

  Taking a deep breath, Qin Feng lay down on the cold ground and slowly crawled over from the direction of the big door behind the house. The withered yellowish-green grass on the ground completely blocked his figure.

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  "Damn it, I'm telling you, Sun Lao Da, you didn't tell me this stinky girl even raised a dog?"

  In Qin Feng's shabby house, it was packed with people at this time. Apart from Qin Jia who was lying on the bed in a coma, there were also Hao Lao Da, Liu Zi, Zhang Jun Long and the two Sun brothers.

  However, at this time, Liu Zi's appearance was somewhat miserable. His right arm was bloody and bruised, and half of his body was stained with fresh blood. Zhang Junlong was using a torn bed sheet to bandage him.

  "Liu Zi, didn't my elder brother also have a hard time and wasn't he also bitten?"

  Sun Lao Da's situation was not much better than Liu Zi's, the right leg of his pants had been completely torn apart, and a large piece of skin and flesh had been ripped off by Huang.

  Sun Lao Er poured a bottle of liquor onto the wound, and Sun Lao Da couldn't help but let out a loud cry of pain, which was exactly what Qin Feng heard from outside.

  "Keep your voice down, don't attract the attention of the whole town." Hao Lao Da's face, which was usually full of smiles, was now overcast with gloom.

  He never thought that just dealing with a little girl would leave Liu Zi seriously injured. If Zhang Junlong hadn't quickly pushed Liu Zi away, he was afraid that the bite could have pierced through his throat.

  That big yellow dog was so fast, and when it bit people, it had a ferocity that wouldn't let go. Even thinking about it now, Hao Lao Da couldn't help but feel a lingering fear in his heart.