Chapter 101 Egg

Frost Street.

Zhao Yi, soaked in mist, pushed open the door, put the big banner with the words "resume work" on it by the wall, and sat down tiredly.

"Are you back?" Uncle Zhao stood by the table in an apron, kneading dough while looking at him, and asked with some concern, "How is it, what did the factory say?"

"Can't resume work... just give some money casually."

Zhao Yi took a gulp of water, casually slapped the coins in his pocket on the table, and cursed,

"Can't resume work, just take this money, what's the use, how many days can it last?"

"No, I have to go again tomorrow. If they don't resume work for one day, I will go and make trouble for one day!"

Uncle Zhao looked at him for a long time, sighed, "Xiao Yi... If the factory is really determined to stop work, what's the point of making trouble, you will make people If you provoke him, you may suffer the consequences. "

"If he dares to touch me, Zhao Yi's eyes widened. "If he dares to touch me, I will fight him!"

"Fight, fight, fight, what can you fight with?"

Uncle Zhao snorted coldly and slapped a large piece of dough in his hand on the wooden board. With a bang, "What's the point of sticking your neck out and glaring at others all day long without doing anything serious? When you know how to bow your head, your father and I won't have to worry so much! Do you think this world is so easy to get along with?"

Zhao Yi clearly felt that Uncle Zhao was angry. He wanted to argue, but in the end he pursed his lips and said nothing.

The room suddenly became quiet.

The two of them were deadlocked for a long time, and Uncle Zhao still shook his head and continued to knead the dough.

"It doesn't matter if I can't go to the steel plant. At least we still have this breakfast stall. Although your father doesn't make much money, it's still no problem to support you."

Hearing this, Zhao Yi's face changed, and he clenched his fists under the table...

After a long time, he stood up without saying a word and walked into the house.

"Where are you going?" Uncle Zhao asked.

"To sleep!"

"Why are you yelling at your father!"

Bang!

As the door closed, Uncle Zhao cursed the little bastard in a bad mood, and continued to knead the dough with his head down, and his strength increased a little.

The fog rolled, and the sky outside the door gradually darkened. Uncle Zhao wiped the sweat from his forehead, walked to the table and lit the kerosene lamp. The orange light smudged a corner of the breakfast shop, and the slightly hunched shadow was reflected on the mottled wall.

Outside the door, a figure wearing a black windbreaker stopped in the fog.

"Uncle Zhao, are you still busy?" Chen Ling asked as he opened the door a little when he saw the lights in the breakfast shop were still on.

"Ah Ling, come in and sit down." Uncle Zhao smiled when he saw Chen Ling, "The cook in the elementary school at the end of the street ran away, and there was no one to make breakfast, so he placed a big order with me... I'm busy."

"No, I still have to patrol."

"Patrol so late?" Uncle Zhao was startled, "Did something happen?"

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, "No... Anyway, it's best not to go out recently, it may not be safe outside."

"Okay, okay." Uncle Zhao nodded repeatedly.

"Go to bed early, Uncle Zhao, don't stay up too late."

"Okay." Uncle Zhao's smile became brighter and brighter. He seemed to have thought of something and sighed helplessly, "If the one in our family could be half as sensible as you, I would be satisfied..."

Chen Ling smiled, closed the door for him, and gradually disappeared into the mist of the night with a kerosene lamp.

No words all night.

...

The next morning, the door was slowly pushed open, and Zhao Yi walked out of the room with red eyes, as if he had not slept well.

He opened his mouth to say something, but saw the figure in the shop from the corner of his eye, and closed his mouth silently... I don't know when, Uncle Zhao had fallen asleep on the table, and the slight snoring echoed in the house. It was foggy outside the glass door.

On the table in front of him, hundreds of packed buns were neatly placed, six large bags full, which were the fruits of his labor all night.

Zhao Yi frowned at the buns, and then looked at the sleeping figure lying on the table. The black hair could no longer cover the old silver hair, as if it was covered with broken snow, and his eyebrows were full of fatigue.

"You are old, and you have to show off your ability..." Zhao Yi muttered, his eyes full of complexity.

He looked over the slightly cramped and old breakfast shop, and finally landed on the flag that fell on the corner. The complexity in his eyes gradually turned into determination...

He took a deep breath, walked lightly, took out a cotton coat from the house and covered Uncle Zhao, then walked to the door, carried the big flag on his shoulder, pushed open the door, and strode into the thick fog.

The "resumption of work" flag swayed in the fog, and the boy's arrogant face was indestructible.

He walked alone through the silent streets, all the way north, until the block and the popularity disappeared behind him. After a long journey, the huge monster crawling in the fog gradually appeared in front of him.

He stopped in front of the gate of the steel plant.

Maybe it was because of the fog, maybe it was because it was too early, or maybe it was because the meager salary yesterday sent others away, now he was the only one at the gate of the steel plant...

He thrust the flagpole into the soil under his feet, and with all his strength, he shouted at the factory shrouded in fog:

"Where are the people?! Come out!"

"We want to resume work!"

"I said it yesterday! If you don't resume work, I will make trouble for a day!"

"If you don't resume work, no one will have a good life! Come out!"

"I want to resume work!"

Zhao Yi's shouting echoed in the fog, no one cared, no one answered... But he still shouted tirelessly, as if his throat was made of iron.

Zhao Yi was not stupid, of course. He knew that the problem was not in this factory, but in Aurora City, but what could he do? He was a kid from Frost Street in District 3, and he had no way of contacting Aurora City. For him, shouting here was his only way to resist his fate.

Zhao Yi's shouting continued, and at this moment, the empty iron door suddenly made a harsh sound and slowly opened outwards...

Squeak--

Zhao Yi was stunned.

Maybe it was because of the wind, or maybe the door was not locked at all... Zhao Yi didn't think much about it. He gritted his teeth, pulled up the flag and carried it on his shoulder, and walked through the door in one step, heading straight to the workshop.

"Meng Shi! Come out!"

Zhao Yi kicked the door of the workshop open, and was about to attack Meng Shi face to face, but the next moment he was stunned.

In the workshop several stories high, a huge shadow was hovering above several hill-like machines, like a centipede with thousands of legs... And right below the centipede, in its shadow, you can see things that look like insect eggs, trembling slightly...