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

Chapter 2 Operation Bao
In the third alley in the west of the city, it was getting dark and the crowds were thinning out. Hu Dazheng was squatting on a small stone bench next to the door of his house, holding a newspaper. His eyes were slits on his fat face. He was reading the newspaper and smoking. Beautiful brand cigarettes are very comfortable.

Lao Bao looked at Hu Da from a distance, and trotted over with a small bag of things in his hands, still holding the corners of his cotton robe, looking a little funny.

"Hey, Lao Hu! Have you eaten?"

"I've eaten early, what's up, Lao Bao, have you eaten? What's the matter at this late hour?"

Hu Da put the newspaper aside, took out a pack of cigarettes from his trouser pocket, took one out and handed it to Lao Bao.Lao Bao reached out and took it, put it in his mouth, and leaned his head over it.Hu Da took out the match from the cigarette case again, scratched the side of the box, and lit it.

Lao Bao took a puff of cigarette before replying.

"Isn't it that Guowei wants to eat the egg fried rice you made? I'm thinking that Bao Guowei will go to school in two months. Mr. Qin has said yes. I heard that this foreign school will also take physical education exams. Yeah. Let him eat something good, it will help his grades. Hey, I don’t know why this foreign school still takes physical education exams."

Lao Bao emphasized several times that it was a foreign school. After saying that, he looked at Hu Da's face and realized that his son was going to a foreign school!I pricked up my ears again and wanted to hear what Hu Da thought of it. It would be best if I had a few compliments.

Hu Da is a smart man, with a smile on his somewhat fat face, and said in an unhurried tone: "This foreign school is just different. The students who come out of it can all become high officials. I think, Your Guowei is designated to be a high official in the future. From now on, you can be a master! Don't forget us old friends."

Lao Bao felt as if he had eaten sweet oil, and his happiness was almost boiling out.When Guowei becomes a high official, he will build a big house like Mr. Qin and call it Bao Mansion. In the future, not only will he no longer need his servants, but he will also be able to manage a few servants.By then you will be able to eat meat every meal, and everyone will have to shout "Master Bao" when going out.

"Hey, how could I forget, but I haven't even mentioned this character yet. It would be great for Guowei to be an official, but as long as he can live a good life, I will be satisfied."

The two chatted for a while, and after chatting, Lao Bao handed the bag in his hand to Hu Da, which contained some bacon, eggs and chopped green onions. Hu Da took it and went into the back room to get some food.Lao Bao picked up the newspaper next to him and followed Hu Da's example of smoking while reading the newspaper. However, it was a bit difficult to read the many words in the newspaper, so he simply stopped reading.

Lao Bao looked up at the sky and began to calculate the accounts he had calculated countless times.

I have saved 98 yuan and 46 cents over the years, and with Master Qin's intercession, I can go directly to middle school, which will take four years.The first school year cost 52 yuan, leaving [-] yuan. I can earn seven yuan a month, and I still have three to five yuan as a reward for the Chinese New Year. I will eat less and save more in the future. Maybe I can borrow some, but I really can’t. That little house was sold... there was always enough.

Thinking that now Guowei finally has a chance to get ahead, and thinking of Bao Guowei's mother who died when he was five years old, Lao Bao's eyes turn red...

Bao Zhai.

It was already dark, and the candle on the bedside was half burned. Bao Guowei was still reading, when suddenly there was the sound of familiar shuffling footsteps, which must have been the sound of the old cloth shoes with almost rotten soles. The door There were two bangs, and I guess it was tied up.

Lao Bao walked into the house, still holding a lunch box in his hand.When I saw my son burning the midnight oil to read, I couldn't help but feel distressed. I blamed myself very much: Guowei must be still hungry. He should have come earlier, run over and come back again.

"Guowei, this meal..."

"Well, bring it up quickly."

Lao Bao hurriedly brought the meal to Bao Guowei's bedside. Just as he was about to go to the outhouse to get chopsticks, he was stopped by Bao Guowei.

"Give me two dollars."

"Here, what do you want two yuan for?" Bao Guowei deliberately raised his voice a little louder: "I want to buy something. I heard that those young masters from foreign schools can have tens or hundreds of yuan in pocket money a month. , well-fed and well-dressed, what’s wrong with me needing two yuan now? I’m going to buy a pen and paper, okay? Get me a bowl of water.”

Of course Bao Guowei deliberately spoke like this, which is very consistent with his previous personality.Besides, he didn't ask for the money randomly, but he did have some ideas of making money in his mind.

When Lao Bao heard that his son wanted to buy pen and paper, he didn't dare to neglect. He immediately nodded and agreed, and brought a bowl of water, chopsticks and two pieces of ocean.

Bao Guowei opened the lunch box, and the aroma was really fragrant. The rice grains were distinct, bright yellow and slightly oily, and the eggs and sausages were included. There were enough ingredients, there was heat and pot gas, it was the best sausage and egg fried rice.

Bao Guowei sat on the bed and finished cooking, drank a bowl of water, covered the water bowl and rice bowl on the chair beside the bed, put two oceans on them, and blew out the candle.I wanted to practice sit-ups again, but my stomach was pounding. I drank too much water. I did more than 21 sit-ups and was exhausted. I didn't care about him. I covered myself with the quilt and leaned on the pillow. Bao Guowei went to the toilet. Entered dreamland.

Early the next morning, at dawn, before Lao Bao woke up, Bao Guowei woke up.

The quality of sleep after exercise is always good and you feel full of energy.The muscles on my body don't hurt as much as after the first exercise, and I don't feel any obvious soreness even if I exert myself. 14 years old, the future is bright, Muscles.

Bao Guowei washed his face, walked to the house to breathe in the fresh air, shook his head and shrugged to stretch his muscles, massaged his muscles, went back to the back room, washed the bowls he had eaten yesterday, and went out with two pieces of rice. went.

Bao Guowei's city is located in the south of the Yangtze River. There is an ancient Hanshan Temple outside the city. People often imitate the poet and park at Maple Bridge at night, just to sit on the boat and listen to the temple bells.The writing style must be quite good, otherwise the provincial school could be opened here?
Although it was only early five o'clock, there were already pedestrians on the street. Bao Guowei was wearing a cotton robe and jogging on the street leading to the commercial street.

Most of the storefronts on the street were not open yet. Some people opened the door and only poured a basin of water on the door before closing it again.On the road there were people pulling rickshaws, people pushing small carts selling steamed buns and fried dough sticks, people hurrying to do something important, and hooligans looking around with nothing to do.

After running for about 30 minutes, Bao Guowei felt some pain in his knees, and his body was also a little hot. His lungs were a little cold from the cold wind in the morning, and he felt uncomfortable, so he decided to walk instead.After walking and running for more than ten minutes, we finally arrived at the commercial street.If there was a battery car, it would take five or six minutes to get there.

The store opened early in the commercial street. Bao Guowei walked into a store with a sign of "Dacui Stationery Store". It had a small facade, but there were a lot of stationery, paper, pens and the like, filling several shelves.

The proprietress is about 30 years old, with shoulder-length perm and curly hair, a round face, ordinary facial features, and a bit withered skin. She is wearing a British-style silk outfit. She is dozing off with her arms on the table. When she hears the footsteps, she raises her head and barely squeezes out. A smile.

"Hey, boss lady, good morning. I want to buy two pencils, ones that don't require automatic lead, a pencil sharpener, and six sheets of writing paper. I want the biggest one, the bigger the better."

The landlady started to calculate the abacus, and after a few seconds, she said: "One dollar and two cents, give me one dollar and two cents."

hiss!It's a bit more expensive than expected. I guess pencils were still a luxury item at this time. The ocean was still quite strong in 1927. One dollar could buy forty catties of rice, and one dollar and two was enough to buy fifty catties of rice.

Bao Guowei still happily paid the money. When the landlady saw that he had taken the money, she found eight small coins and got two aircraft brand pencils for Bao Guowei.A narrow knife with a handle of four centimeters and a blade of three centimeters is a pencil sharpener. It only has a wooden scabbard and cannot be folded.There is also a small stack of slightly yellowed white paper that is fifty or sixty centimeters long and wide.

Bao Guowei put the pencil and knife in his pocket, spit on his thumb, and counted them. There were seven in total. The landlady probably took the wrong number and gave him an extra one.

Bao Guowei took out a piece of white paper and put it in front of the table: "I gave you one more piece, I can't ask for it in vain."

The landlady was sitting at the table, licking her nails. She looked at the piece of paper on the table, took another look at Bao Guowei, made an impression, and said "hmm".

(End of this chapter)