Zhu Fugui was wearing a green PLA hat and rolled the bedding into a mochi roll, which was tied together with a pillow, washbasin, tea jar, towel, toothbrush, and messy things, turning them into a huge piece of luggage. Then, he carried the oversized luggage decorated with a mess of "mochi rolls" on his back.

That's not all, because some old clothes and pants can't be stuffed in, he put these things on his body in a mess, putting them layer by layer, so he doesn't have to worry about prickly heat in the summer.

If the trick of wearing clothes fully demonstrates Zhu Fugui's intelligence, then wrapping three or four pairs of broken shoes with tape and hanging them around your neck fully demonstrates Zhu Fugui's intelligence.

"Cousin, do you think I'm okay with this? I originally wanted to take those three canned bottles away, but I just couldn't put them in." Zhu Fugui looked at the three neatly arranged, pitiful. They were originally the canned fruit pineapple bottles that were originally filled with his own small items.

Song Zhichao couldn't help but rub his temples with his fingers. He found that he had always underestimated the "intellectual ability" of this cheap cousin.

"Actually, there is no need to bring so many things, just bring useful things with you." Song Zhichao tried his best to calm his emotions and his tone became kind.

"These are all very useful. Look, this washbasin is used to wash your face, and towels are used to wipe your face. In addition to brushing your teeth, this tea pot can also drink tea, and socks..." Zhu Fugui took out a handful of smelly socks from his pocket, put them in front of his nose and sniffed it, and hurriedly covered his nose: "Although it hasn't been washed yet, it can still be worn - a pair of nylon texture like this is a two or three cents on the market!"

Song Zhichao pointed to the torn shoes hanging around his neck, "Don't tell me, these shoes can still be worn after being repaired..."

"Hey, cousin, how did you know? No wonder my mother said you are smart. You said everything in my heart!" Zhu Fugui looked surprised.

Song Zhichao gritted his teeth and pointed to the huge "mahua roll": "Put down this thing first."

Zhu Fugui took off the mohua roll and asked with his face raised, "What are you doing?"

"No."

"What?" Zhu Fugui looked at the marijuana flower roll, looking desperately, feeling a little reluctant.

"Drop the shoes on your neck!"

"And you have layers of clothes after layers, take them off!"

"Don't throw all the socks!"

"The hat was taken off, too!"

Song Zhichao kept ordering and Zhu Fugui kept taking action.

All were lost soon.

Seeing the abandonment of a lot of things, Zhu Fugui's face became ugly. Although he did not dare to refute, he pouted his thick lips and looked reluctant.

When Zhu Fugui was about to plead, Song Zhichao took out a hundred yuan at the first time, stuffed it into his hand, and said, "Don't talk, keep silent - I bought your luggage!"

...

"Cousin, you lost money when you bought it. Actually, my luggage is not worth so much." Zhu Fugui happily held the 100-yuan bill, his eyes shining a little.

"Cousin, this pile of things can be sold as waste, at most seven or eight yuan."

He looked and rubbed, carefully folded a hundred pieces, unbuttoned his belt, and carefully stuffed the hundred pieces into the hidden bag inside his underwear.

When the two packed their luggage and were about to leave the familiar dormitory, Zhu Fugui couldn't help but look back—

"Cousin, can I take that basin away? I can use it to wash my face."

"Cousin, can I put that teapot in my hand? I can use it to brush my teeth."

"cousin……"

"Shut up! If you open your mouth, you will return the 100 yuan!" Song Zhichao said with a briefcase.

Zhu Fugui hurriedly covered his mouth with his hands and said to himself, "Fortunately, I didn't make a sound, otherwise the money I just warmed up would be gone."

...

When Song Zhichao took Zhu Fugui to officially leave the dormitory, the workers who had lived with them talked about them.

Everyone didn't understand the situation and only thought that Song Zhichao and his cousin Zhu Fugui were fired by the toy factory and drove them out.

There is something happening when working in the south is dismissed by the boss, but it is generally difficult for those who have been dismissed to find a job again. After all, this circle is small, and if a boss doesn’t want it, other bosses will not accept it.

So everyone sympathized with Song Zhichao and Zhu Fugui.

"How pitiful, I have no job!"

"Yes, who made them offend Zhao Jinbao without opening their eyes!"

"I didn't even wink at all when I came out to work, I deserved to be unlucky!"

"You can't say that, I heard that Zhao Jinbao pried out his girlfriend!"

"That's even more cowardly. A man can't even keep a horse!"

...

Zhu Fugui is an honest man. When he saw everyone talking about him, he would greet him. He was afraid that he would be implicated by him and dare not talk to him. Zhu Fugui said that he and his cousin wanted the things in the house, and they would take them away if they wanted them.

As soon as this sentence was said, those people took action.

Although they dare not talk to Song Zhichao and Zhu Fugui for fear of being implicated, their things are good and will not bite people.

A group of people rushed into the dormitory behind the two and began to snatch the garbage "baggage" that was discarded by Song Zhichao.

"This teapot is mine!"

"I saw this bedding first!"

"The washbasin is mine, no one fucking it with me!"

"Fuck your mother, this old dress is mine!"

"Don't throw your mother, I want all these shoes!"

A group of workers swear words and snatched the pile of rags.

...

Outside, Song Zhichao waved to a car.

Zhu Fugui is so old that he has never taken a car. When he was a child, he could only take a ride on the four-wheel tractor that was called by "tum" when he went to the market in the city. So when his cousin asked him to get on the car, Zhu Fugui was so excited that he didn't know which leg to take. When he got on the car, he touched and looked at it. He trembled and said to Song Zhichao: "Brother Chao, I'm taking a car, I'm really taking a car! I'm not dreaming, am I?" He pinched and twisted his face.

The driver thought he had a crazy disease.

In fact, there are many "psychopaths" like Zhu Fugui in this era. They have never been exposed to fashionable things in their entire lives. They are envious when they see small cars that can run. They think that only leaders can sit on it. When they sit on it, the feeling of satisfaction and pride is beyond words.

The driver saw that Song Zhichao was still normal, no, to be precise, he looked like a big man no matter how he looked. Whether he was dressing or temperament, he was so different from the local bully next to him, so he asked him where he was going.
Chapter completed!