The customers on the first floor of the pet shop waited for a long time, but the legendary earthquake did not come. In the end, some of them even hoped for a slight tremor. Otherwise, wouldn't their exaggerated calls to their friends and relatives really be a rumor? At the thought that they might be sent to jail for being forwarded 500 times and their chrysanthemums turning into sunflowers, the few people who were the most excited were even more anxious than if an earthquake had really come. They hurriedly called their friends and relatives to explain that they were just joking …
The rain outside was neither fast nor slow, and there was no sign of it clearing up in a short time.
Not everyone went out with an umbrella. It was not easy to take a taxi or get a ride on a rainy day. People who were bored had to talk about their own experiences in raising pets.
"Hey, that customer! Yes, it's you! " Wang Qian ran over and stopped a customer from throwing the empty bottle of Coca-Cola into the trash can. Instead, he pointed to the sign posted on the wall and said, "This shop actively responds to the national environmental protection policy and advocates garbage sorting and recycling. Plastic bottles, please throw into the special trash can next to it."
In the past, there was only one trash can in front of the pet shop, and all kinds of garbage were thrown into it. But recently, another trash can was added next to it. The two trash cans stood side by side, with the same style but different colors. The new trash can had a "recycling" sign on the front, and a downward arrow was posted on the wall, pointing to the trash can. Next to it, it said, "Plastic bottles, please throw into this trash can."
Most young people liked to drink drinks, and it was common for them to enter the shop with a drink bottle in their hand. After most customers noticed it, they would consciously follow the rules and throw the empty bottle into the designated trash can, but there were a small number of customers who didn't notice or didn't care, and Wang Qian would remind them.
But occasionally, some customers were different. Maybe they had played on the school basketball team for a few days, so they thought they were possessed by Lebron Bryant. They liked to throw the empty bottle far away in front of girls. It was normal for them to throw it sideways, but it was rare for them to throw it accurately.
At this time, Zhan Tian walked over, picked up the empty bottle outside, loosened its mouth, and put it into the designated trash can. Then it returned to its original position — lying on the stairs on the second floor.
This was very embarrassing.
As time went by, very few people sought to humiliate themselves.
This trash can was Wang Qian's suggestion. Firstly, as the number of customers in the store increased, the original trash can was not enough. They had to empty the trash cans several times a day, and empty bottles took up the most space in the trash can. Secondly, it was convenient to get a special trash can to collect the empty bottles. Otherwise, if they were to be mixed with other trash, it would be more or less a waste.
Zhang Zian had no reason to object to such a kind proposal, so he immediately agreed. Lu Yi Yun helped to hand-draw an arrow and a recycling symbol, pasting them on the wall and the front of the bucket.
Not only the pet shop, but also the aquarium next door, which had a dedicated trash can. Like Wang Qian, Li Kun would also remind the customers, but there weren't as many customers there, so the number of empty bottles collected every day was much less. In addition, most of the people who visited the aquarium were middle-aged and elderly people who were calmer. They didn't like to drink beverages in the first place.
Every morning, Wang Qian and Li Kun would take the puppies from the shop and bring cat food to the green space to feed the stray cats. Now, they would each carry a black garbage bag filled with large and small empty bottles and place it near the house of the old lady who picked up the bottles.
In the past, the empty bottles in the pet shop were randomly thrown into the designated garbage bins on the street. Instead of letting others take advantage of them, it was better to spend some effort to let the old lady have more time to take the Pomeranian out to bask in the sun.
Good deeds were shown in the little things in daily life.
It was easy to do a good deed once, and it was also easy to do good deeds for a day, but what about doing good deeds for three hundred years?
If a person could do good deeds for three hundred years, they would probably be like Tang Seng, who had done good deeds for ten lifetimes. Their luck was so good that it was as if they had saved the world in their previous life, and all kinds of girls would throw themselves into their arms, whether they were human or not.
According to fairy tales, if the little mermaid who turned into bubbles could do good deeds for three hundred years, she could obtain an immortal soul and share all the eternal happiness of mankind.
The light breeze blew the drizzle into the room through the open window on the second floor.
Zhang Zian took one last look at the lightning in the lead-gray clouds, which was like a silver dragon, and carefully closed the window. He stared at the cracks on the glass and sighed. His heart was filled with sadness. His wallet was going to bleed again.
But forget it. Anyway, the weather was getting warmer. He would stick it with scotch tape first. As long as it didn't break, he would wait until it was almost winter to replace the glass.
"Pi, are you okay?" He pulled out a wet wipe and handed it to Pi.
"Zhi zhi." Pi's nosebleed had already stopped. There were only a few drops, so it wasn't serious. It took the wipe and carelessly wiped it under its nose. It wiped its hands clean and wanted to return to the chair to write its novel.
"Wait, Pi. Rest for a while before writing." Zhang Zian dissuaded it. "Go back to the basket hammock chair and lie down for a while. You just fell asleep. You must be very sleepy, right? There's no hurry to write a novel. "
"Zhi zhi." Pi nodded and obediently returned to the basket hammock chair. It pulled up the blanket to cover its body and closed its eyes.
Fina and Old Time Tea finally returned to normal, but their eyes were still filled with surprise and doubt.
"Zian, what happened just now?" Old Time Tea picked up the bamboo hat and put it on, then straightened it.
"Grandpa Tea, I also wanted to ask you. When I went downstairs, what happened here?" Zhang Zian was asking Old Time Tea, but his eyes were also scanning Fina at the same time.
Fina was still angry. It remained silent and didn't speak. Its face was so dark that it almost dripped water. It had never suffered such a loss before. It didn't even see the enemy before it was defeated. The most important thing was that it actually lost its composure in front of a mere servant. It really made it lose face!
Old Time Tea took a deep breath and said, "After you went downstairs, I wanted to go into the bathroom to comfort Sihwa. I wanted her to stop crying, but suddenly I had a splitting headache. My ears felt like there were thousands of steel needles piercing them. That kind of pain … Even a god wouldn't be able to bear it! Even if I covered my ears, it only eased a little, until the thunder sounded … "
Fina didn't object to Old Time Tea's story.
"Grandpa Tea, actually, the thing that caused your head to split, and …" Zhang Zian sighed and looked at Pi's sleeping face in the basket hammock chair. He said, "The thing that caused Pi to have a nosebleed, the thing that caused the cats and dogs downstairs to panic, and the thing that caused the bats outside the window to lose their bearings … The culprit of all this was Sihwa's crying!"
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