Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil

Chapter 10 The Hu Family Mansion
"Speaking of which, I originally wanted to go to school, but it turned out that my mother... was one of those unscrupulous people. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come to work here."

Bao Guowei was a little surprised. He vaguely guessed what Zhang Siwu wanted to say, but Lao Bao and Lao Zhang never told him about this.

Thinking about it carefully, Lao Zhang is a small businessman after all. He should have saved a lot of savings to open a barber shop. He should not be reduced to having Zhang Siwu do hard work.

"If you really want to read, I will lend you my books. You can also come to my house often to play. I know a lot of words. If there are any words you don't know, I will teach you."

Zhang Siwu chuckled lightly.

"Thank you very much. After finishing your work today, would you like to go to a restaurant for dinner? You don't seem to like crowds, so let's get together today."

"Okay, but as for the restaurant, you can just go to Uncle Hu. It's cheap, but it's not easy to make some money."

"It's all your turn today!"

Hu Xiaoshan and others negotiated a job of carrying rice. As a large number of refugees came to Suzhou City, the price of rice soared. Many smart people saw business opportunities to transport food from other places.

Nowadays, the price of grain is getting higher day by day. There is no rush to sell. Besides, rice is not a fresh product, so there is no rush to find big workers. It is cheaper to use small workers.

Bao Guowei carried the rice with everyone else, and he didn't just transport it to the carriage and move it to the unloading area.

They worked until noon, and no one went home. They bought a "construction site meal" at the dock, which consisted of rotten fish, meat, salt, rice and pickles. It was all natural and had no nuclear pollution.

Everyone else had prepared their own lunch boxes, except for Bao Guowei, but Zhang Siwu took the initiative to give the lunch boxes to him first.

Nice people.

The six of them chatted while eating.

After eating, I took a rest and then stayed at the construction site to do loading and unloading work.

It gets dark early in autumn, and before six o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is already dark.

Bao Guowei did the least work, not because he couldn't endure the hardship for half a day, but because moving things was different from exercising. Pressure on his knees hurt his waist, and he was prone to muscle strain.

Even so, he was still sweating profusely, and his cotton shirt had long been taken off due to the heat, leaving him shirtless.

My muscles are a little weak, my heels are sore, and my waist is uncomfortable.

According to the way people like Zhang Siwu and Hu Xiaoshan move, even if they don't move every day, they will probably suffer from overwork when they grow up.

It was getting late, and a group of people stopped working and asked the steward for today's share. The six people worked together and got only a dime.

The money is temporarily kept in Zhang Siwu's hands. According to the rules, it is distributed at the end of each month, and Zhang Siwu also takes half of it.

Several people gathered together, all stretching their waists and beating their backs to relax each other's muscles.

The kerosene lamp on the pier was lit, and a group of young men in long robes came to the pier. They had short knives on their waists, and some of them had short guns. They stood neatly on the edge of the large platform and watched below.

"Who are those people?"

Bao Guowei narrowed his eyes and asked Hu Xiaoshan, who was beating his shoulders behind him.

"That's from the Qinggang. They're awesome. A big gang from Shanghai. They come to see the place in the evening. I heard they all have something to do with the government."

"Oh? It's not supposed to be the government soldiers coming to see it, so why let the gangsters come instead?"

"I don't know, the Japanese people will pay for the job to watch the show. I heard from the fourth and fifth brothers that it might be that the officials are playing tricks on each other and fighting for power. The police chief must be unable to compete with him."

Bao Guowei turned his head and glanced at Zhang Siwu who was seriously massaging Wang Dachui's leg muscles.

It's not difficult for him at all. Is he really a genius?
Bao Guowei suspected that even Lao Zhang himself didn't know that his son was so thoughtful.

During the Republic of China, wars broke out everywhere, and guns could not be controlled at all. There were countless privately owned guns among the people.

Even in the Jiangnan area, it has become standard for members of big gangs to carry short guns around the city.

However, there are rules and regulations behind these big gangs, and they are inextricably linked to government members, so they will not kill people at will.

Bao Guowei enjoyed squeezing his shoulders, and occasionally glanced at the coveted short gun: It would be great if he could get one, and it would be nice to keep some bullets at home.

It's a pity that a good gun costs at least [-] to [-] yuan, and a Japanese-style pistol can cost hundreds of yuan or more.

Hu Da is the cook of the Qin Mansion, but just cooking doesn't take up much of his time, so Hu Da also opened a mansion when he had free time, and his mother-in-law can also cook.

"Let's go! By the way, you three don't come here to mess around. Go home quickly. My fourth and fifth brother Bao Guowei and I have played together since we were children. The three of us will get together today to catch up on old times." "Okay, we'll go back Home."

Hu Dashan held Zhang Siwu with his left hand and Bao Guowei with his right hand, walking together like they did when they were children.

But compared with their childhood, two of the three have matured.

It seems that only Hu Xiaoshan is still an immature child, babbling heartlessly.

After a while, the sky gradually darkened, and the moon and stars became scarce.

Hu Da Mansion.

The mansion is a bit shabby, an ordinary old restaurant that looks like a converted courtyard house.

"Hey? What's going on? Why did you bring Bao Guowei here? Guowei, do you want to eat uncle's sausage and egg fried rice again?"

Hu Da looked at Bao Guowei and said with a smile.

Although Hu Da is a good person, his friendship with Lao Bao is not fake. He just doesn't want to offend others, so he always talks nonsense and good things to comfort Lao Bao.

Seeing that Bao Guowei seemed to be playing with his son again, he was also a little happy for Lao Bao.

"Uncle Hu! I haven't seen you for a long time! The fried rice with sausage and eggs that my father brought last time was so hot and fragrant! The chef of Zuixianlou is not as good as you!"

"Oh! Really! Hahaha, I made it with lard, lard sausage and half a green onion. Stir-fry every ounce in the pan to make it fragrant!"

Lao Hu felt a little happy when his cooking skills were praised.

"Dad! Stop talking and get some food! I'm starving. I've been carrying stuff for most of the day today."

"Okay, come on in, go straight to the back room, and I'll get things ready for you right away. But you, too, have to go to the dock to do the hard work, why don't you learn the craft from me?"

Hu Xiaoshan touched his head in embarrassment and glanced at Zhang Siwu again.

Bao Guowei saw this and understood that Hu Xiaoshan was probably impressed by Zhang Siwu's charm and became a die-hard follower.

I have to say that Zhang Siwu's mind, words and deeds are nothing to criticize. Compared with ordinary people of the same age, he is not on the same level at all.

Coupled with that distinctive pretty face - appearance is a thing that works wonders for both men and women. In ancient times, it would be difficult for someone who was not handsome enough and had enough knowledge to become an official.

Not only is he handsome, but he is also very capable, approachable, and seems to be very kind.In addition, the peers around him take him as the leader, so it is normal for Hu Xiaoshan to admire him.

Hu Xiaoshan took the two of them into the back room. The back room was not only much larger than Bao Guowei's house, but also looked newer.There won't be any vague musty smell.

After all, Lao Bao works as an errand in the Qin Mansion every day, so naturally he doesn't have much time to clean the house.

"Mom! Get some benches quickly. I want to drink and have fun with my two brothers."

When Hu Xiaoshan came home, he immediately let himself go. He ran to sit on a chair with a backrest next to the dining table and crossed his legs.

"You brat, if you still act like a young master and drink alcohol, I'll beat you into a master later!"

Mrs. Hu was about forty years old, wearing a black cheongsam, with disheveled hair, and walked out of the bedroom with her hands on her hips.

"This young master is not afraid of being beaten!"

There seemed to be something abnormal about her feet. Most people of this age had their feet bound, and it was a very cruel bone-breaking method.

Seeing those pointed shoes that could almost be used as awls, Bao Guowei was still a little creepy even though he had seen many shoes with this shape.

Bao Guowei only glanced at it and stopped looking. In this era, staring at a woman's feet is a very offensive behavior.

Madam Hu stopped playing tricks with Hu Xiaoshan and said softly to Bao Guowei:

"You two wait, I'll go outside to move stools for you two. And this is Bao Guowei, right? He still looks like he was when he was a child. I heard that you are going to go to a foreign school soon, right?"

"Well, this boy is Bao Guowei. He will report to the Foreign School on November [-]st."

Bao Guowei replied.

(End of this chapter)