After I started working, my second brother, who was working at home, silently took on the task of taking care of the two elders. In order to make up for the loss of filial piety, I asked to bear all the living expenses of the two elders. Although my second brother lived a hard and arduous life, he still insisted on taking the same responsibility as me. For this, I often feel uneasy.
One day, my second brother came to the city to catch up with me to clean up the room. A pile of used newspapers had nowhere to store them and was about to throw them away. My second brother quickly stopped him: "Can I sell them to the scrap station for money?" With the help of his wife, he found a tricycle to carry the used newspaper away. After my second brother came back, he handed over the 50 yuan sold for the newspaper to his wife, and his wife pretended to be angry and refused. After arguing for a long time, he blushed and put on the money. I was so inspired by the side that I was secretly happy and leaned forward and said, "There are many old newspapers in the unit. If you get them back, you can sell them. The money you sell will belong to you." The second brother heard this and a bright smile appeared on his face.
Since then, every time my second brother comes to the city, he will bring the scrap newspapers, cartons, beverage boxes and other accumulated I will sell them to the scrap station for more than 100 yuan each time. Over time, it is becoming more and more difficult to accumulate waste products, and the quantity is getting smaller and smaller. That day, my wife came home from get off work and followed a migrant worker riding a tricycle, and the car was filled with a truck full of scrap. After the migrant worker unloaded the scraps, his wife said proudly, "How is it? I'll solve your problem for you." It turned out that she saw that I was worried about the scraps, so she bought the scraps of a tricycle from the scrap station at a higher purchase price.
Looking at my virtuous and kind wife, a heat surged in my heart. The next day, my second brother came into the city. Seeing a pile of scraps in the corner of the wall, he was so excited that his face flushed. He muttered to himself: "Don't worry about the pension fee this month." Since then, we have bought back a tricycle scrap from the scrap station every month and stored it at home, waiting for my second brother to come and sell it. This "curve money" method lasted for half a year.
That day I went to the scrap station to buy scrap again, but unexpectedly I was rejected by the owner of the scrap station. I had no choice but to bear the pain and increase the purchase price again. When the owner heard this, he became popular: "If you don't sell it, you won't sell it, you still have the end." In the evening, my second brother called and told me that he would come to the city all day. I put down the phone and I was so anxious. The next morning, my second brother came. After entering the door, he stole the conversation: "I'm here today to tell you not to accumulate waste for me anymore. The waste station has been closed." My wife took out a set of old clothes from me and quietly stuffed 200 yuan into her pocket. Before leaving, she stuffed it into my second brother's arms. The second brother hesitated for a moment, and finally took the old clothes with tears in his eyes.
A few days later, the owner of the scrap station came to the door. After entering the house, I took out 200 yuan and put it on the coffee table. I asked him what this meant? He sighed and said, "A few days ago, your brother came to me to sell scraps. When I helped him unload the truck, I found that the scraps were packed and brought them well, and casually said, "Isn't this the scraps I bought from me?" "He was stunned for a long time after hearing this. Under my questioning, he told me what happened... Alas! This is the first time I have heard of such a thing when I live so old. You are all good people, and I want to be gentlemen. I made up the calculations. In the past six months, you paid an extra 200 yuan for buying scrap from me at a high price. I have to return this money to you." What else can I say in the face of such a kind "businessman"? After seeing the guest off, he returned to the house and saw his wife holding the 200 yuan, he was crying. ． ． ．
