Chapter 1018 2 Steamed Buns

Yuan Zhou was confused and the man didn't care. After seeing Yuan Zhou saying you're welcome seriously, he bent down and bowed sincerely.

"It doesn't have to be like this." Yuan Zhou immediately bent down and bowed back to him.

The man smiled and said no more, then nodded to Yuan Zhou.

"Excuse me." After saying this, the man turned around and walked out of the shop.

"Ta Ta" Yuan Zhou also walked to the door in two steps, just in time to see the man take out a wallet from the inner pocket of his suit.

"Wow!" He took out a few red cards of Mao Zedong from his wallet. Yuan Zhou had extraordinary eyesight and could see five of them clearly.

Yuan Zhou watched him stuff the money into the cash box, then turned to Yuan Zhou and smiled, nodded, and then left Taoxi Road.

"This should be the largest donation besides me, Jiang Changxi, Ling Hong, and Wu Hai." Yuan Zhou muttered.

Indeed, more and more people come to Yuanzhou Snacks now. After knowing the purpose of this money box, more people donate money, but they are relatively small. Half of them are ten yuan and twenty yuan, and the rest are small change.

And this is also the original purpose of Mazhida. It doesn't need to be too much, as long as there is something that people can respond to.

Last time someone took 50 yuan from this cash box for emergency shopping, and later gave it back specially.

There were even tourists from other places who lost their wallets and took the money from the cash box for dinner, and there were also people who worked nearby who worked the night shift and were hungry but didn’t bring any money, so they took money for late-night snacks.

They are all small things, but they are really convenient for everyone.

Those who took the money were not regarded as taking advantage of them, but more often they were ordinary people who paid it back in person.

"Wait a minute, now is not the time to think about this. Who is this person?" Yuan Zhou started thinking and almost forgot to think about who this person was.

Yes, Yuanzhou was sure and certain that he didn't know this person, let alone helped him.

Twenty years ago, Yuan Zhou was only a few years old and could not help anyone.

"It can't be the person I helped when I was a few years old." Yuan Zhou put his chin in one hand and thought seriously. After all, he has been a warm-hearted and good person since he was a child.

"Well, I don't seem to have any memories of this before I was five years old." In fact, Yuan Zhou couldn't recall the naughty memories of those naughty children before he was five years old.

"Since it's not me, could it be that my dad helped?" Yuanzhou thought about this possibility.

Yes, Yuan Zhou was only four or five years old twenty years ago, how could he help others.

Since Yuan Zhou is impossible, it can only be Yuan Zhou's father.

"I'm here to say thank you, but if it's my dad, my family didn't open a noodle shop twenty years ago." Yuan Zhou suddenly remembered this matter again and was confused.

The most important thing was that the man didn't look like he had received help from Yuan Zhou's father. The man never mentioned Yuan Zhou's father.

"Otherwise, it's not me and my dad who are being thanked, but the money box?" Yuan Zhou suddenly thought of a guess.

But since Yuan Zhou has not asked, these are just guesses.

"I hope dad can explain it to me in his dream tonight, please dad." Yuanzhou speculated for a long time but couldn't come up with a conclusion, so he could only place his hope in his dream.

But things were actually pretty much what Yuan Zhou thought.

Yes, this man's name is Lu Feng. He is fifty-one this year. He came to Chengdu to work twenty years ago when he was thirty years old.

At that time, the factory he worked in was still a state-owned unit, with good benefits and remuneration, and it was easy. However, due to factory reform issues, Lu Feng lost his job directly.

And when the thirty-one-year-old Lu Feng had an elderly person to support and a child to feed, he did not dare to say that he was unemployed.

Because this is more than just a blow to his family.

He thought about finding another job before he was discovered, as long as he could make money, but the reality was that jobs were not that easy to find.

At that time, most factories were undergoing reforms. He was not a technician, not a manager, he was just a small worker, and there were too many unemployed small workers like him.

Therefore, Lu Feng couldn't find a job. He got up early as usual and pretended to go to work, but he even spent money for food.

Because the factory already provides food,

Now he pretended to work for a week, and the only money he had was gone.

But Lu Feng didn't dare to ask his family for it. Thinking of his wife and children at home, Lu Feng couldn't open his mouth at all.

When he was wandering the streets without a job or food, and his stomach growled with hunger, Lu Feng even had the idea of ​​committing suicide.

But at this moment, he saw a sign in front of a steamed bun shop.

The sign says that a steamed bun can be provided free of charge to people in need.

"Free steamed buns?" Lu Feng subconsciously repeated it.

Lu Feng followed the sign and walked over. Sure enough, it was a small steamed bun shop.

The proprietress looked to be in her forties. She was wearing clean and plain clothes and standing beside several large steamers, selling steamed buns.

"Selling steamed buns, big, fragrant and soft steamed buns." The clear and articulate voice of the landlady reached Lu Feng's ears.

Lu Feng felt even hungrier, but he stood still and refused to move forward.

He used to be a worker in a state-owned factory, and even though not finding a job this week had tempered his spirits, he really couldn't do the act of begging.

"Cuckoo" but my stomach is really hungry.

Finally, the landlady noticed something when she saw Lu Feng standing there neither coming to buy nor leaving.

The proprietress quickly wrapped two plump white steamed buns in oil paper and walked towards Lu Feng with them.

When he reached the opposite side of Lu Feng, he subconsciously stepped aside. Lu Feng thought the landlady was going to leave from here.

"Young man, didn't you bring any money today?" The landlady said as she stood in front of Lu Feng without leaving.

Lu Feng moved his mouth but was too embarrassed to speak.

"Take it and eat it first. Just bring the money next time." The lady boss couldn't help but stuff the paper bag into Lu Feng's arms.

Before Lu Feng could say anything, the proprietress returned to her shop and continued selling.

Lu Feng took the paper bag and stood there for a while until the steamed buns stopped steaming before leaving.

Because Lu Feng delayed for too long, the steamed buns were a little cold, but they tasted delicious.

It was such a kindness, a kindness from a stranger, that finally allowed Lu Feng to survive the unemployment wave. But when he went to look for the steamed bun shop again, it was closed and the proprietress was gone.

That place was not far from Taoxi Road. Lu Feng had left Rongcheng long ago and returned to his hometown, but he would come back to look for it once a year. Although there was no more landlady, he found a small shop in Yuanzhou that did the same thing. .

"Thank you." Lu Feng thanked him in a low voice.

This thank you was the thank you that Lu Feng did not say back then.

When Lu Feng reached the intersection of Taoxi Road, he turned around and glanced at Taoxi Road again, with a satisfied smile in his eyes.

"No. 14 Taoxi Road, there are really nice people here." Lu Feng read the address of Yuanzhou's store, then got in the car and left.

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