Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 27, Mr. Luo, I will borrow your head

At around 06:30, Yang Xiaole walked back to the vicinity of the hospital according to the direction Luo Jinping said earlier.

At this time, a small number of people came in and out of the hospital gate.

Presumably someone in the emergency room.

Yang Guangzhi was anxious for a while, his eyes fixed on the direction Yang Xiaole had just left.

But he dared not leave, fearing that his son would not find him.

Yang Xiaole came from another direction, and Yang Guangzhi hadn't seen it yet.

When he came close, he watched Yang Guangzhi exhale a mouthful of dry smoke, and imitated him by looking into the distance: "Father, what are you looking at?"

"I……"

Just as Yang Guangzhi was about to speak, he heard a familiar voice and turned his head.

Immediately began to curse: "You bastard, what time is it, why are you coming back now? I'm so anxious."

Yang Xiaole blinked her eyes and said innocently.

"Father, you curse like this, okay?"

"You..."

Yang Guang angrily picked up the pipe and wanted to beat him.

"Don't, don't, this thing can beat bad people, I'm just kidding."

Yang Xiaole hastily surrendered.

Then he said naturally: "Teacher Luo just had something to do, so he sent me to the front intersection and then went back. I went to his house to pick out some books and I came back."

"Where's the book?"

"Teacher Luo said he would bring it back to me when he went back, and he wouldn't let me take it."

Hearing this, Yang Guangzhi bypassed him and took a puff of tobacco.

"Okay, let's eat something."

After speaking, he unwrapped the baggage he brought and gave him tortillas.

"Hey, don't, Dad, it's hard to come here, let's go to the breakfast shop, these tortillas are too hard to bite."

"No, what are you going to eat without food stamps?"

After speaking, he touched a piece of corn tortilla and handed it to him.

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole shook her head speechlessly, since there is no shortage, there is no need to suffer!

I looked around and said to him, "Father, wait a minute, I'll be right over. I'm going to find a toilet."

After speaking, he turned and ran away.

"Hey! There is a latrine in the hospital!"

Watching him run away, Yang Guangzhi yelled, seeing that he didn't stop, and didn't bother him.

Thought he was peeing.

He picked up the tortilla and gnawed on it, staring at the figure of the other party, worried that he would get lost.

After waiting for a while, he felt something was wrong.

The guy ran off to a breakfast place in the distance.

But after thinking about it, this guy has no food stamps or money, so he feels relieved.

"Father, come quickly!"

Yang Guangzhi was eating corn pancakes, when he heard the sound, he looked up.

I saw the third child standing at the door of the breakfast shop and waving at him.

"broken!"

Yang Guangzhi hurriedly stuffed the pancakes into his bag, and walked quickly towards the breakfast shop.

There are one or two stoves and a chopping board at the entrance of the breakfast shop, where the chef is frying deep-fried dough sticks and making fried liver.

There are still people working inside.

The shop is not too small, there are seven or eight small Eight Immortals tables that are not dirty, and the tables are dark and greasy.

When he came to the place, he saw Yang Xiaole was gnawing on a big meat bun.

This frightened him, "Hey, my little ancestor, where did we get the meat coupons and food stamps! Don't eat it, don't eat it."

Oh shit.

If it weren't for his own son, he really wanted to give him a shovel.

After finishing speaking, I will come over to grab his buns.

Seeing his father's expression, Yang Xiaole knew he couldn't tease him anymore, so he hurriedly said, "Father, don't worry, Teacher Luo gave it to me!"

"Given by Teacher Luo?"

Yang Guangzhi became even more angry!

"Mr. Luo, Mr. Luo, is Mr. Luo your own father?? Give you meat coupons, food coupons, and money back?"

Other diners looked over.

"Father, just tell me this, don't say it in front of mother when you go back, or she will fight you desperately."

How could Yang Guangzhi be in the mood to listen to his jokes.

I'm going to grab his ears.

"Hey, Dad, don't worry, I'll go back and tell you that I earned the money! Really, I'll tell you that it's not convenient here."

Teacher Luo's reason failed, so I had to find another reason.

Yang Guangzhi was just about to talk, so he's talking nonsense with me!
But he suddenly froze for a moment, thinking of something, it was the fish that he ate suddenly these few days, which came out of nowhere.

Suspicious for a moment.

Seeing his expression, Yang Xiaole said: "Okay, Dad, eat first, and I will tell you slowly after eating. Don't worry."

After finishing speaking, he took a bite of the big meat bun and said, "Father, do you want to eat it? If you don't eat it, I will eat it?"

Yang Guangzhi looked at the several big meat buns on the table, feeling distressed for a while, how much does it cost!
"Come on, two bowls of shredded pork mixed with ginger noodles, you two take your time."

With a howl, the waiter brought over two bowls of shredded pork noodles and put them on the table, ignoring the two of them, and went to work again.

"Father, eat quickly, it won't taste good when it gets cold."

Yang Xiaole picked up the chopsticks and ate the noodles with a sigh.

After taking a big bite, I felt refreshed for a while.

Still want meat.

Then he looked at Yang Guangzhi who was not moving, and urged: "Father, it's all right, eat it quickly, I will tell you the truth later, don't you like this, there are fried liver, soybean juice, fried dough sticks, you What to eat?"

"Eat, eat, eat! Still eat! That's enough."

Yang Guangzhi sat down with a distressed expression.

It's all over, so I can't beat my son to death.

Well, it can be beaten to death, but this has to be done after seeing the doctor, now is not the time to do it.

Yang Xiaole knew that she had done it as a child.

But let him steal it alone?

He still can't do it.

With a huge sum of money and all kinds of tickets, and lack of nutrition, how could he not eat something good.

Eat even if you are beaten.

After sitting down, Yang Guangzhi didn't move, but asked him the price: "How much is this? How many tickets?"

He wasn't too worried about the money, he had 30 yuan with him!

Mainly tickets.

"Oh, here is a bowl of 2 cents, 7 taels of food stamps and [-] tael of meat stamps. This bun is one tael of food stamps, no meat stamps. [-] cents each. (Don't ask why you don't accept meat stamps, I don't know, the information It’s written on it. Maybe it’s junk meat!)”

Yang Guangzhi was silently calculating in his heart.

Seeing his father in a daze, Yang Xiaole smiled and said, "Father, don't forget, it's 8 cents, 2 taels of food stamps, and 8 taels of meat stamps."

Knowing that he was slow in calculating, Yang Guangzhi blushed a little, and then he heaved a sigh of relief.

Food stamps are hard to get, but they can still be exchanged for food.

It's the meat ticket, but it's only two taels, and I don't think much about it.

He didn't get angry.

"Father, are you not hungry, or I will eat this bowl!"

Seeing him not moving, Yang Xiaole joked about it.

When Yang Guangzhi heard this, his old face became serious, "Why don't you eat it? If I can return it, I won't eat it."

"Father, go ask and see if they will beat you?"

Yang Guangzhi glared at him, picked up the chopsticks, and flipped the noodles casually.

Drain about a third in one bite.

He picked up a big bun and took a big bite.

Then he looked satisfied.

"Father, meat buns are still delicious!"

Yang Xiaole took a bite of the noodles, looked at his satisfied expression, and smiled at him.

Hearing this, Yang Guangzhi sighed.

Damn, it's delicious, but expensive!

There were so many people, he was embarrassed to say this.

Three mouthfuls and one big bun, and swallowed it after drinking some soup.

It's just a whirlwind.

Finally, I took out the half-eaten tortilla, asked the boss for some noodle soup, and ate one of the tortillas.

Yang Xiaole's speed is not too slow.

In addition, he didn't eat the tortilla, and the two finished eating almost at the same time.

"belch"

After eating, the two touched their stomachs in satisfaction.

Actually not full.

I drank a big bowl of soup.

But both of them looked satisfied, how could they usually eat so much fine grains.

Yang Xiaole didn't dare to eat too much oil, for fear of losing weight in a while.

And Yang Guangzhi was even more reluctant to eat.

So no more.

After finishing, Yang Xiaole went to pay the bill.

After giving the money, the two went out.

It was hot at this time, and they had just eaten breakfast, and both of them were already sweating profusely.

"Hey hey!"

Yang Guangzhi, who had just left the house, couldn't bear it for a long time. He lifted up the gray and white old towel around his neck, wiped the sweat from his head, and immediately grabbed his son's ears and pulled him up.

"Say, where did you get the money and tickets?"

"Oh, it hurts, let go! What can I say if you don't let go!"

Yang Guangzhi was not his mother, Wang Qiuju, so he didn't know the severity of the attack, and it still hurt a little.

Hearing this, Yang Guangzhi let go of his hand.

Take out the dry tobacco plug tobacco.

Only then did Yang Xiaole slowly say: "The money and tickets are the manuscript fees and tickets that I sent out after I submitted the manuscript."

"Huh? Author fee? What is an author fee?"

Yang Guangzhi paused when he stuffed the shredded tobacco, and looked at him strangely.

"It was Mr. Luo who helped me send a manuscript in his name, and sent a manuscript to the Renming Daily in the city. After the manuscript was approved, the money was given. 10 yuan and 1 catty of meat tickets, 1 catty of oil tickets There are five catties of food stamps."

Yang Xiaole was talking nonsense there.

Go back and find Lao Luo to get a piece of paper, and then make a carving by yourself, just mess around and go.

Anyway, no one came down to check.

When the time comes to establish a good relationship with Lao Luo, as for Lao Luo, he can only talk nonsense.

Hey!
It seems that I have gone farther and farther on the road of deception, non-stop, and I can't turn back!

Yang Guangzhi looked at him suspiciously: "Really?"

"Why did you lie to you? When I go back, I will ask Mr. Luo to show you the certificate. It has my name on it!"

Hearing the proof, Yang Guangzhi was delighted, slapped him on the head and laughed loudly: "Okay, my son is promising, and he will give your father a face."

When Yang Xiaole was slapped, his head was buzzing.

Then I was surprised when I saw his outstretched hand; "Why?"

"Where's the money? Where's the ticket? Give it all to me?"

Yang Xiaole knew this would happen.

So it was intentionally underreported.

But he still pretended to be reluctant and said: "Father, I earned it, I want to keep the flowers myself!"

"You son of a bitch, we work from dawn to dusk, don't you eat the food? Why do you charge so much money and tickets for a child? Give it to me!"

After finishing speaking, he was going to pat his head again.

"Okay, I'll give you all!"

Yang Xiaole hurriedly handed him 10 yuan and a few tickets: "I just used 2 taels for the meat ticket, and only 8 taels."

Yang Guangzhi cheerfully accepted the money and ticket.

"tui!"

Although there were not many, he still spit and counted them.

Fully ordered twice.

Only then did he carefully open the small purse containing the money and stuff it into a small pocket on his chest.

The small pocket was sewn overnight by Wang Qiuju, just because she was afraid of losing the money.

It's just that this thin undershirt is sewn with a pocket, and the front is bulging, which always looks weird.

Now it's time to go to work, and there are a large crowd of people on the road, like a war.

In droves.

Pedestrians and cyclists intertwined in the middle of the road, and the sound of laughter and play came from time to time.

Most of them are dressed in blue workers' uniforms.

Yang Guangzhi looked dazzled.

From the young boy to the uncle, the big girl, the young daughter-in-law, and the aunt, all kinds of people are intertwined.

This scene is rarely seen in rural areas.

The two walked and looked to the hospital.

At this time, it was past seven o'clock, and people from the hospital had already come over one after another.

Unlike the long queues of later generations, there are only sporadic people waiting here.

Entering the compound, a Western-style four-story marble-faced building stands in front of it. The two sides are very wide, and there are more than ten floors of concrete steps at the door.

The two sat there and waited for half an hour before they waited for someone to go to work.

(End of this chapter)