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For the next two days, Gao Wen has been paying attention to the news in the newspaper, wanting to see if the butcher has been caught. As a result, since that report, the incident has disappeared, and there is no more news.

Obviously, Ma Liu didn't catch the butcher, otherwise, he would have jumped out and praised himself for his great personality.

It seems that these chaotic parties are not useless, and they still have two brushes to compete with the utopian ruling class for so long without being eliminated.

As life went on, the financial situation of the family of two became stretched, and if it went on like this, drinking the northwest wind was just around the corner.

As a man, he naturally has to shoulder the responsibilities of a pillar. After the injury was basically safe, Ye Xin found a job in the newspaper.

Sweep the street.

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

Whether sweeping the streets or delivering newspapers, everyone can hold their heads high and live with dignity.

How do you say that?

Work is the most glorious thing.

After picking up tools such as brooms and dustpans at the workstation, Ye Xin came to the section in charge.

Keeping the three nearby streets clean and hygienic is his job duty today, with a salary of 80 yuan, a daily settlement, and no insurance benefits at all. It is not as good as a sweeper 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 good mother who gently sent her husband out, encouraged him to work hard and go home on time. After Ye Xin went out, he couldn't hold back any longer with a puff, forgetting his deportment and image, and burst into laughter.

"Boom."

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

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

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

Because of physical strength, he worked and rested all morning, but Ye Xin worked hard without any complaints.

As an ordinary person, I am afraid that I would have complained a long time ago. With the same money, why are you speculating and slipping, and I am working hard?

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

This kind of work that earns a day's money is naturally impossible. To buy these things from the convenience store, Ye Xin spent fourteen yuan.

"Oh, boy, thank you so much."

The old Mediterranean man was flattered, but his hands were not ambiguous. He immediately took the water and bread and ate it without any pressure.

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

"Gollum..."

The old Mediterranean man ate too quickly, wiped the crumbs from the corners of his mouth, hurriedly opened the water bottle and took a sip of water, came over, let out a comfortable sigh of relief, turned his head and asked, "Young man, what's your name?"

"Ye Xin."

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

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

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 designated as a popular player, it's my old man who has a lot of work."

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

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

Also introduce the object?

I'm afraid he was either rolled to death or drowned by spittle stars.

Ye Xin was obviously not a good chatter, even though the old man seemed to want to chat with him, he just played the piano to the cow.

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

Really dedicated.

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

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"Old man, don't have eyes? You dare to block Ma Ge's way?!"

Ye Xin turned his head and found that on the street next to him, a three-wheeled motorcycle that had been obsoleted by the times in the real world was parked in the middle of the road.

"Sorry, sorry..."

The old Mediterranean man apologized repeatedly, bowed his head, held a broom in fear and wanted to step aside, still 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 over to pick it up, which led to the three-wheeled motorcycle being forced to stop.

A uniformed animal jumped off a tricycle, waving a baton, swearing and cursing,

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

This fellow was unscrupulous, and the more he scolded, the more vigorous he became. He kicked the Mediterranean old man with a kick, and immediately kicked the old man to the side of the road.

The animal was especially dissatisfied, and planned to chase after him and kick.

"All right."

At this time, Ma Liu, who was sitting on the motorcycle in his spare time, spoke calmly.

"Pooh!"

The animal spat at the old Mediterranean man.

"Old man, you are lucky. Brother Ma doesn't care about you. Next time you bump into Lao Tzu's hands, I will see that Lao Tzu won't cut you to death!"

He turned around, and when he faced Ma Liu, he instantly piled up a flattering smile, his face changed so fast that it was hard to resist, and then trotted back onto his motorcycle and left in a dignified manner.

The old Mediterranean 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 have the money."

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

Yesin lifted his arm.

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

The old man from the Mediterranean looked at him, finally stopped being stubborn, nodded, and with the help of Ye Xin, used a broom as a temporary crutch, and limped towards the medical station.

Although the newspapers wrote appallingly ~lightnovelpub.net~, the medical station has no trace of blood and blood, and everything is as usual, except that the guards have changed, and the number has increased from one to two.

"He fell."

Ye Xin helped the Mediterranean old 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 was grateful.

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

"What a young man."

The old Mediterranean man watched his back and sighed.

Dr. Li squatted down and pinched his calf.

"Ouch, it hurts..."