第七章弑父(7/9)

                                                                                                         “看把你美的！”小娟娇嗔地在我脸上拧了一把：
                                                                                                                                                                “从现在起你还不好好地表现，卖力地挣钱，好养活你的宝贝儿子啊！”
                                                                                                                                                                “是，娟儿，从今以后我一定要像头活驴似地卖命干活挣钱养活你和儿子！”
                                                                                                                                                                我说什么也不肯再让小娟跟我着迎着剌骨的寒风去小镇上卖猪肉：
                                                                                                                                                                “娟儿，冬天啦，天气太冷，这肉我一个人就能卖，即使剩下一点也不能坏，明天照样可以卖掉，你在家里好好地养身体吧！”
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           说完，我披上厚厚的军大衣，操起杆秤充满信心地走出家门，我的生活了希望，我的生活有了奋斗的目标，隆冬的气温达到零下三十多度，可是我竟一点也感觉不到寒冷，心里热乎乎的。
                                                                                                                                                                我推着手推车刚刚走到小镇的边缘，一群小商贩荒不择路地四散奔逃，看到我正埋着头艰难地推着车子，大呼小叫地嚷嚷道：
                                                                                                                                                                “哥们，你还傻楞着往里去个啥啊，工商所来检查啦，手续不全的不但要补交税款，还得罚款，快跑吧，今天就别指望挣什么钱啦！”
                                                                                                                                                                “是啊，”一位同行解嘲道：
                                 

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