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For the next two days, Gao Wen kept following the news in the newspaper, wanting to see if the butcher had been caught, but after that report, the incident disappeared and there was no further news.

Obviously, Ma Liu didn't catch the butcher, otherwise he would have jumped out to sing praises to himself with his overjoyed personality.

It seems that these chaotic parties are not useless. They have been able to contend with the utopian ruling class for so long and have not been eliminated. There are still two brushes.

As life continues, the financial situation of the family has become stretched. If this continues, drinking the northwest wind is just around the corner.

As a man, he naturally had to take on the responsibility of being the pillar. After his injuries were basically unharmed, Ye Xin found a job in a newspaper.

Sweep the street.

Although it is not possible to talk about equality among men and women, at least in Utopia, the chain of social discrimination between high and low is not so obvious, or more precisely, it has not yet formed.

Whether you are sweeping the streets or delivering newspapers, you can hold your head high and live with dignity.

How do you say that?

Labor is the most glorious thing.

Gathering brooms and dustpans and other tools at the workstation, Ye Xin came to the section of the road he was in charge of.

Keeping the three nearby streets clean and hygienic is his duty today. The salary is 80 yuan per day, and there are no insurance benefits. It is not comparable to the sweeping lady in the real world, but maintaining the ordinary life of the two in Utopia is still enough.

This morning, Gao Wenxiao, who played the role of a good wife and loving mother who gently sent her husband out, encouraged him to work hard and return home on time. After Ye Xin went out, he couldn't hold back the snort anymore, forgot his demeanor, and laughed so loudly that his flowers trembled wildly.

"Boom."

Not only is he responsible for sweeping the streets, but Ye Xin also has to help the residents of the merchants on the street dispose of garbage. Eighty yuan is not so easy to get.

"Young man, it's noon, let's take a rest."

Ye Xin's partner was an old man in his fifties, short in stature, with a kind face, and a Mediterranean hairstyle that looked very happy.

Because of his physical strength, he rested while working all morning, but Ye Xin worked hard and never had a moment to spare, taking over most of the work.

If you were an ordinary person, I'm afraid you would have complained a long time ago. With the same money, why should you speculate and play tricks while I work hard?

But Ye Xin performed the duties of this job silently from the beginning to the end, and didn't care what the old man did. He even brought a bottle of water and a piece of bread for the old man during his lunch break.

Naturally, it is impossible to pay for this kind of work for a day's work. Ye Xin spent fourteen yuan buying these things from the convenience store.

"Oh, boy, thank you very much."

The Mediterranean old man was flattered, but his hands were unambiguous. He immediately took the water and bread and ate them without stress.

The broom tools were placed beside them, and the old and the young sat on the benches by the street, enjoying a rare rest time.

"Gululu..."

The Mediterranean old man ate too fast, wiped the bread crumbs from the corner of his mouth, quickly twisted open the water bottle and took a sip of water, recovered, let out a comfortable breath, turned his head and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

"Yesin."

"Looking at you, you should be in your early twenties, right? Are you married?"

The old man in Mediterranean was very enthusiastic, "I know a lot of good girls, how about introducing them to you?"

Ye Xin took a bite of the bread, "I'm married."

"get married?"

The old Mediterranean man seemed a little regretful, and then smiled, "Ha, yes, you are so handsome, practical and capable, and it's my old man's trouble to designate a sought-after man."

This kind of situation, I am afraid, will only happen in this illusory utopia.

In a normal world, if a young man in his twenties went to sweep the streets, would someone call him "practical and capable"?

Also introduce the object?

I'm afraid he was either rolled to death by rolling his eyes or drowned by saliva.

Ye Xin is obviously not a person who is good at chatting, even though the old man seems to want to chat with him, but he just plays the piano to the cow.

After eating the bread in silence, Ye Xin packed up the packaging and bottles, then got up and started to work.

Really dedicated.

The Mediterranean old man looked in his eyes and was amazed.

——

"Old man, don't you have eyes? How dare you block brother Ma's way?!"

Ye Xin turned his head following the sound, and found that on the side street, a three-wheeled motorcycle that had been eliminated by the times in the real world was parked in the middle of the road.

"Sorry, sorry..."

The Mediterranean old man apologized again and again, bowed his head, held a broom in fear and wanted to step aside, holding a plastic bag in his hand.

It should be that the plastic bag was blown onto the road by the wind, and he ran to pick it up, which forced the three-wheeled motorcycle to stop.

A uniformed animal jumped off a tuk-tuk, brandished a baton, swearing and swearing,

"Fuck! I see that you just want to touch porcelain, and you don't even look at who is sitting in the car. How dare you touch Brother Ma's porcelain?!"

This guy was unscrupulous, and the more he scolded, the more vigorous he was, he raised his kick and kicked the old man in Mediterranean, and immediately kicked the old man staggeringly, and fell to the side of the road.

The animal You You was dissatisfied, and planned to catch up and kick it.

"alright."

At this time, Ma Liu, who had been sitting on the motorcycle in his spare time, spoke unhurriedly.

"Pooh!"

The animal spat at the Mediterranean old man.

"Old man, good luck to you, Brother Ma doesn't care about you, the next time you run into my hands, I'll see if I don't cut you to death!"

He turned around, and when he faced Ma Liu, he instantly put on a flattering smile, which changed so quickly that it was hard to resist, then trotted back on the motorcycle, and flaunted off.

The Mediterranean old man slumped on the ground, pressing his leg in pain, probably from a fall.

Ye Xin walked over, put down the broom, and picked it up.

"I'll take you to the medical station."

"It's okay. The street hasn't been cleaned yet. If you don't finish the work, you won't get any money."

The old Mediterranean man tried his best to push Ye Xin away, but the fall must have been hard, and he was about to fall down again immediately.

Ye Xin held his arm.

"I'll come back after taking you to the medical station."

The old Mediterranean man looked at him, and finally stopped being brave, nodded, and with Ye Xin's support, he limped towards the medical station using a broom as a temporary crutch.

Although the news in the newspaper was appalling~lightnovelpub.net~, there was no trace of bloodshed in the medical station, and everything was as usual, except that the guards had changed from one to two.

"He fell."

Ye Xin helped the old Mediterranean man into the ward and put him on the bed.

"I see, leave it to me."

Doctor Li nodded.

"Young man, thank you for your hard work."

The Mediterranean old man said gratefully.

Ye Xin didn't say much, turned around and left with the broom.

"What a fine young man."

The old man in the Mediterranean looked at his back and sighed.

Dr. Li knelt down and squeezed his calf.

"Oh, it hurts..."