Xiaobo, don't worry about your family. Don't send all the money. Take good care of yourself. I will take good care of your father!

"Well, Mom, you should also persuade Dad to let him go to the hospital for treatment!"

Yang Bo said a few words to his mother and hung up the phone. Tears fell down like a broken string. His father had liver cancer, so his family could not bear the high cost of treating the disease, so he could only hold on at home!

Yang Bo asked for the treatment fee of liver cancer. In the first year, it would cost 500,000 yuan, and in the second year, it would cost three hundred and fifty thousand yuan. In other words, it would take at least eight hundred and fifty thousand yuan to cure his father's disease. For him, this was an astronomical figure!

But for the sake of his father, he must collect the money!

"Yang Bo! Yang Bo! What are you doing? Are you lazy again? Hurry up and serve tea to the guests!"

A shout pulled Yang Bo out of his thoughts. He quickly replied, "Okay, here we come!"

Yang Bo wiped his tears, forced a smile, and ran out. "I'm coming!"

Yang Bo poured a cup of tea for the guest. The tea was made in Longjing before the Ming dynasty, which was the rule of the Good Good Good House. The boss would say different secret numbers according to the honor of the guest, while Yang Bo would pour tea according to these secret numbers.

"To pour tea" was an ordinary identity, which was enough to be dealt with by the Qingluo Spring; "to pour tea" was another layer of identity, and at this time, it was very popular. If the boss shouted "to serve good tea", then it needed to be in the bright and clear tea well.

It was rare for the store to go to the bright well. So after serving tea, Yang Bo also looked around. The guest was in his fifties and was talking to the boss. On the table, there was a blue and white wooden stick bottle.

The blue and white porcelain bottle was deep in color, and the color of the porcelain bottle was slightly dark. It was not bad. However, the boss obviously had a high standard for using the bright well.

Yang Bo quickly made a judgment. He didn't get into college after graduating from high school. He was an apprentice in an antique shop. Now it was the second year. Although the boss usually didn't want to teach him, Yang Bo still learned a lot of antique knowledge through research.

However, it was useless. At this time, it was impossible for him to go there and buy the porcelain, and then sell it! Because the cutting was against the rules, and he would be rejected by all the antique shops. The key was that he had no capital!

108 yuan per month. In order to save money to treat his father's illness, he lived in the store and sent 1,500 yuan back to his family every month, but it was far from enough!

It was like a huge stone pressing against Yang Bo's chest!

The guest talked with the boss for a while, and soon he sold the wooden stick bottle under the boss's sharp tongue. Both sides paid the money and signed the contract.

After the guest left, the boss, Guo Linpi, walked around the wooden stick bottle with a satisfied smile on his face, as if he was proud that no one was sharing it with him. He couldn't help showing off to Yang Bo, "This wooden stick bottle is made in the second and third century of the year. Although it is not as good as the previous generation, it can be doubled with 50,000 yuan! Haha!"

Guo Pu held the stick bottle and walked to the inner room. He was going to put this bottle in the safe!

Yang Bo forced a smile at the boss, but in his heart, he thought, 50,000 yuan. This was 50,000 yuan. If he had this money, he could let his father pay it first!

When it was time to get off work at noon, Yang Bo went out to buy a box of rice. In order to save money, Guo Linpu would only give him 20 yuan, and each of them would get 10 yuan for a box of rice. In order to save money, Yang Bo would buy five yuan of fried rice for his own, so that he could save dinner in lunch!

It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly. There were not many pedestrians on the road. Yang Bo walked on the road, still thinking about his father's condition. At this time, should he quit his job and go to the construction site? Although the construction site was a little hard, at least he could earn more!

Looking down at his thin body, Yang Bo hesitated.

"Little brother, okay! I haven't eaten for three days!"

Yang Bo suddenly heard the sound on the side of the road. He turned his head and saw an old man in rags leaning against the steps, his forehead covered with sweat!

With a slight hesitation in his heart, Yang Bo didn't look back. He turned around and continued to walk forward. He couldn't even protect himself, so how could he still have the strength to help others at this time?

If he did good every day and prayed devoutly, would his father's illness be cured?

Yang Bo's heart skipped a beat. 850,000 was too far away, so he had no idea what to do. He could only place his hope on the gods and Buddhas all over the sky, hoping that he could use this to touch the gods and Buddhas!

When he came back again, Yang Bo had already brought a lunch box with him. He gently put a box of fried rice in front of the old beggar, and Yang Bo did not speak.

The old beggar looked up at Yang Bo and said, "Thank you, little brother, you are so kind!"

Yang Bo nodded slightly and turned to go back. He had to think about whether he should eat dinner or not.

"Wait a minute, little brother!"

Yang Bo suddenly heard the voice of the beggar behind him. He turned around and saw the old beggar handing over a green glazed bead. "Little brother, this is for you."

Yang Bo took a look at it. The shape of the bead was irregular, and it looked round and smooth under the sun. But he was very clear that this kind of glazed bead was not valuable, but it was more expensive than fried rice. He quickly shook his head and said, "I can't accept it!"

"Little brother, just take it!" The old beggar held the fried rice in one hand and handed the glazed bead to Yang Bo with the other. "I accidentally picked it up. Anyway, no one wants it. It's better to give it to this kind-hearted young man!"

After that, the old beggar turned and left.

Yang Bo was stunned for a moment and then shook his head. It was really strange!

As soon as he took the glazed bead, Yang Bo felt cool in his eyes, and then every cell in his body felt as comfortable as being soaked in ice water.

After an unknown period of time, Yang Bo came to his senses. Not knowing how much time had passed, he quickly ran back with the box of rice.

When they arrived at the store, Guo Pu said, "What's wrong with you today? Why did you delay for so long? Do you know that time is life? You are wasting my life, do you know?"

Yang Bo nodded slightly. "I'm busy with the business in the box restaurant today. I'm in line!"

"Are you going to help the beauty? Have you taken a fancy to the daughter of a restaurant?"

Yang Bo didn't say anything. He did go there to help in the past, just to save money for a meal, but there was no other purpose. However, Guo Linpu had always been a misunderstanding, so he didn't explain.

Grumpy Guo snorted, took the box of rice, and ran to the store to eat.

Yang Bo took out his own fried rice and disposable chopsticks. Suddenly, he thought of a problem. Where was the glazed bead?

The old beggar handed the glazed bead to him, but he had been holding it all the time!

He looked up at the time. It was already one o'clock in the afternoon. He came back half an hour later than usual. That was to say, he had been standing there for half an hour!

However, why didn't he sweat too much?

Yang Bo couldn't figure out the reason and didn't want to think too much. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the fried rice!