Mr. Bao and his son: Only use Stankang for hair oil
Chapter 51 Wo is dead!
Chapter 51 Wo is dead!
"Master, please give me some, even a copper coin."
The voice of a child came from behind Lao Bao. He turned around and saw that it was a little beggar, with two fingers still tugging at the corner of his clothes.
This little beggar is not big, not even as old as Lao Bao's waist. He is probably not even ten years old. He is sallow and thin. He wears an ill-fitting long coat that hangs down to his knees. There are oil stains on it. There is also a There is a white spot, maybe there is some dust on the clothes on the ground.
The little beggar was barefoot, and he was holding a broken bowl dangling in one hand. There was not a single copper in it, only a few broken stones were placed in it, and they made a clanking sound when they were knocked together.
"Go, go! Go away!"
Lao Bao didn't have the kindness to give it to others. Bao Guowei's Si Dankang hadn't bought it yet. He immediately wanted to slap the little beggar's hand away, but he felt a little disgusted that he was a little dirty. One of his hands was frozen in the air. Couldn't photograph it.
The little beggar was not afraid of being beaten, and even used two fingers to pull the corner of Lao Bao's clothes:
"Okay, sir, I want to go out of town and find my dad."
"Go away! I'm still looking for your father. Go home to your mother!"
"My mother is dead! I paid the death tax on my family's money, and now I have to pay the tax when transporting people out of the city. I have no money, and I still owe the death tax and haven't paid it."
"Wo died" is a dialect word that means starving to death. According to this little beggar, he wants to take his mother's body out of the city and go north to find his father.
Lao Bao has learned a lot from people recently, so he remembered this idiom: wishful thinking.
The Northern Expedition was intensifying, and there were more and more reasons to collect taxes in the city. Lao Bao had long heard from the servants of the Qin Mansion that the dead would now have to pay.
The reason given by the government is that in order to occupy land after death, one must first pay inheritance tax and land possession tax. However, I have never seen anyone from a wealthy family pay. The only ones who do pay are the poor.
Nowadays, you have to pay taxes when transporting anything out of the city, including excrement. Naturally, the dead cannot escape.
Although these things are somewhat unreliable, no one wants to take care of them. The high-ranking officials are eager to collect more taxes so that they can use money to fight wars.
Lao Bao suddenly remembered that when Guowei Niang died, she had borrowed the money for the coffin, but at that time people did not have to pay taxes.
"Let's go! Stop holding me!"
Under the influence of Bao Guowei, Mr. Bao has been kind-hearted recently, but he couldn't bear to see this. He took out a dime and threw it into the little beggar's bowl like a rich man. In fact, he felt very distressed in his heart.
Regardless of whether what this little beggar said is true or not, Lao Bao should regard it as accumulating merit for the country's defense!
……
As soon as he entered the hair oil shop, Lao Bao looked at the dazzling array of bottles and cans inside. He walked around in confusion for a long time. He didn't know which one to choose. He couldn't find any good hair oil, so he had to go to the shop owner and ask:
"Boss, do you have that hair oil, what's it called, Shi Dankang's?"
Lao Bao always couldn't remember names like these that seemed to come from the West.
The shop owner was a man in his forties with a stubble on his face. He was reading a newspaper. When he heard Lao Bao's question, he first looked at his clothes before deciding whether to answer him.
Lao Bao no longer wore the big cotton-padded jacket this time, but wore a long black shirt, not a short shirt. Firstly, it was autumn and the weather was cold; secondly, since Lu Xun published the story of "Kong Yiji" in the vernacular, If you wear a short shirt, you will easily be looked down upon.
He also wears glasses - Lao Bao has never liked wearing glasses in the past, because he feels that a piece of clothing that has been worn for ten years and has patches everywhere does not match the glasses. joke.
Apart from the habitual hunched waist, Lao Bao looks like a gentle man. He can probably buy things, but...
Stankang Hair Oil!That was the old enemy of Kwong Sang Hong. Kwong Sang Hong wanted to enter the upper-class market, but it was always suppressed by Si Dankang: the world only knows Si Dankang, but not Kwong Sang Twin Sister Oil!
Why did this old man come here to buy Si Dankang?
"What Shi Dankang? We have hair growth oil here, Kwong Sang Hong's hair growth oil, Shuangmei brand hair growth oil, and Kwong Sang Hong's toilet water, which can repel mosquitoes. There are many mosquitoes at night, so buying it is just right..."
As he said that, the shopkeeper took out a few colorful bottles from the cabinet below, with the label on them: cheap, high quality.
Lao Bao doesn't buy these things. Bao Guowei emphasized the need for Si Dankang several times, and even asked him to buy it when he went out this morning:
"But what I want is Si Dankang, and I don't want anyone else."
After all, it was his first time to step into a store selling luxury goods. Lao Bao was a little cautious. He put his hands into his sleeves and looked around, fearing that the owner or the customers inside would think it was his first time in this kind of store.
"No Si Dankang, sold out! And look at the sign above this store, Kwong Sang Hong Hair Industry! Kwong Sang Hong sells hair growth oil and toilet water, not hair oil!" The shop owner looked a little angry and spoke in a loud voice When it got a little bigger, he put a few bottles back again, making a clanging sound.
"Huh? It's sold out, where else can it be sold?"
"Go to the west and have a look. You might be able to find it somewhere."
The shop owner pointed in the direction, but he did not deceive Lao Bao. There was indeed a hair oil shop in Xitou, which specialized in high-end hair oils. It was just a bit far, so Lao Bao had to make another trip.
Lao Bao sighed and walked out of the shop, only to find that the little beggar had disappeared.
I'm afraid I'll never see it again.
Walking on the road, Lao Bao suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled again.
When I turned around, I saw a bunch of candied haws.
……
In Class [-] and [-] of the Provincial Middle School, the students were a little excited and chattering about which club would be better to join or what to eat for lunch.
A green square note was passed around the class, and finally reached Bao Guowei through An Shuzhen in front.
"What's this for?"
Guo Chun curiously turned his head to look at it.
Bao Guowei glanced at it and saw that the letter read: Seeing words is like meeting each other, showing the letter is soothing - Baozi, what club did you join?Your good classmate Xu Weiye stays.
After reading the note, Bao Guowei raised his head. There was a student sitting in the third row who was turning to look at him with a smile on his face. This man Bao Guowei was really impressive. He was the one who originally called him "Bao Zi". "People.
He was one of the people who brought snacks to Bao Guowei in the morning. He gave him hawthorn slices, but by now they had entered Chen Jinhua's stomach.
Picking up a pencil, Bao Guowei wrote: "Martial Arts Club, Music Club" and answered truthfully.
"Guo Chun, do you know this Xu Weiye?"
Bao Guowei wanted to know the family background of the classmate he was familiar with. If he had a strong background, he would make more friends.
Guo Chun thought carefully for a while, but he really had no impression: "I don't know him."
The note was passed back along the same route. An Shuzhen took a look at it after getting it. She originally chose two social service clubs. After seeing the note, she silently erased one with an eraser and added one. As a music club, I can easily ask Bao Guowei for advice on arithmetic and object problems in the future.
Xu Weiye was very happy after receiving this note, "Martial arts club? Music club? I knew it, Baozi must join the sports club! Give me the money quickly! Bring me one dollar!"
"What do you mean? He really joined a martial arts club?"
Li Junhua had been sitting behind Xu Weiye since the beginning of school. He had long known how out-of-touch he was and talked nonsense all day long. He still didn't believe it, so he poked Xu Weiye's back and said, "Show me the note!"
After reading the note, Li Xianfeng rubbed his brows: "Forget it if you are good at cultural classes, are you still practicing martial arts now?"
"Haha, he is a genius. You don't know who the super shooter is among the people on the Everest team. Wen Neng can bring peace to the world with his pen, and his military skills can determine the world. I am the only one who can be the general."
Xu Weiye said to Li Xianfeng disdainfully.
"Did I go to you!"
Li Junhua didn't know how to respond. He lost a dollar and was in a bad mood. He cursed and checked a martial arts club on the registration form.
(End of this chapter)
"Master, please give me some, even a copper coin."
The voice of a child came from behind Lao Bao. He turned around and saw that it was a little beggar, with two fingers still tugging at the corner of his clothes.
This little beggar is not big, not even as old as Lao Bao's waist. He is probably not even ten years old. He is sallow and thin. He wears an ill-fitting long coat that hangs down to his knees. There are oil stains on it. There is also a There is a white spot, maybe there is some dust on the clothes on the ground.
The little beggar was barefoot, and he was holding a broken bowl dangling in one hand. There was not a single copper in it, only a few broken stones were placed in it, and they made a clanking sound when they were knocked together.
"Go, go! Go away!"
Lao Bao didn't have the kindness to give it to others. Bao Guowei's Si Dankang hadn't bought it yet. He immediately wanted to slap the little beggar's hand away, but he felt a little disgusted that he was a little dirty. One of his hands was frozen in the air. Couldn't photograph it.
The little beggar was not afraid of being beaten, and even used two fingers to pull the corner of Lao Bao's clothes:
"Okay, sir, I want to go out of town and find my dad."
"Go away! I'm still looking for your father. Go home to your mother!"
"My mother is dead! I paid the death tax on my family's money, and now I have to pay the tax when transporting people out of the city. I have no money, and I still owe the death tax and haven't paid it."
"Wo died" is a dialect word that means starving to death. According to this little beggar, he wants to take his mother's body out of the city and go north to find his father.
Lao Bao has learned a lot from people recently, so he remembered this idiom: wishful thinking.
The Northern Expedition was intensifying, and there were more and more reasons to collect taxes in the city. Lao Bao had long heard from the servants of the Qin Mansion that the dead would now have to pay.
The reason given by the government is that in order to occupy land after death, one must first pay inheritance tax and land possession tax. However, I have never seen anyone from a wealthy family pay. The only ones who do pay are the poor.
Nowadays, you have to pay taxes when transporting anything out of the city, including excrement. Naturally, the dead cannot escape.
Although these things are somewhat unreliable, no one wants to take care of them. The high-ranking officials are eager to collect more taxes so that they can use money to fight wars.
Lao Bao suddenly remembered that when Guowei Niang died, she had borrowed the money for the coffin, but at that time people did not have to pay taxes.
"Let's go! Stop holding me!"
Under the influence of Bao Guowei, Mr. Bao has been kind-hearted recently, but he couldn't bear to see this. He took out a dime and threw it into the little beggar's bowl like a rich man. In fact, he felt very distressed in his heart.
Regardless of whether what this little beggar said is true or not, Lao Bao should regard it as accumulating merit for the country's defense!
……
As soon as he entered the hair oil shop, Lao Bao looked at the dazzling array of bottles and cans inside. He walked around in confusion for a long time. He didn't know which one to choose. He couldn't find any good hair oil, so he had to go to the shop owner and ask:
"Boss, do you have that hair oil, what's it called, Shi Dankang's?"
Lao Bao always couldn't remember names like these that seemed to come from the West.
The shop owner was a man in his forties with a stubble on his face. He was reading a newspaper. When he heard Lao Bao's question, he first looked at his clothes before deciding whether to answer him.
Lao Bao no longer wore the big cotton-padded jacket this time, but wore a long black shirt, not a short shirt. Firstly, it was autumn and the weather was cold; secondly, since Lu Xun published the story of "Kong Yiji" in the vernacular, If you wear a short shirt, you will easily be looked down upon.
He also wears glasses - Lao Bao has never liked wearing glasses in the past, because he feels that a piece of clothing that has been worn for ten years and has patches everywhere does not match the glasses. joke.
Apart from the habitual hunched waist, Lao Bao looks like a gentle man. He can probably buy things, but...
Stankang Hair Oil!That was the old enemy of Kwong Sang Hong. Kwong Sang Hong wanted to enter the upper-class market, but it was always suppressed by Si Dankang: the world only knows Si Dankang, but not Kwong Sang Twin Sister Oil!
Why did this old man come here to buy Si Dankang?
"What Shi Dankang? We have hair growth oil here, Kwong Sang Hong's hair growth oil, Shuangmei brand hair growth oil, and Kwong Sang Hong's toilet water, which can repel mosquitoes. There are many mosquitoes at night, so buying it is just right..."
As he said that, the shopkeeper took out a few colorful bottles from the cabinet below, with the label on them: cheap, high quality.
Lao Bao doesn't buy these things. Bao Guowei emphasized the need for Si Dankang several times, and even asked him to buy it when he went out this morning:
"But what I want is Si Dankang, and I don't want anyone else."
After all, it was his first time to step into a store selling luxury goods. Lao Bao was a little cautious. He put his hands into his sleeves and looked around, fearing that the owner or the customers inside would think it was his first time in this kind of store.
"No Si Dankang, sold out! And look at the sign above this store, Kwong Sang Hong Hair Industry! Kwong Sang Hong sells hair growth oil and toilet water, not hair oil!" The shop owner looked a little angry and spoke in a loud voice When it got a little bigger, he put a few bottles back again, making a clanging sound.
"Huh? It's sold out, where else can it be sold?"
"Go to the west and have a look. You might be able to find it somewhere."
The shop owner pointed in the direction, but he did not deceive Lao Bao. There was indeed a hair oil shop in Xitou, which specialized in high-end hair oils. It was just a bit far, so Lao Bao had to make another trip.
Lao Bao sighed and walked out of the shop, only to find that the little beggar had disappeared.
I'm afraid I'll never see it again.
Walking on the road, Lao Bao suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was being pulled again.
When I turned around, I saw a bunch of candied haws.
……
In Class [-] and [-] of the Provincial Middle School, the students were a little excited and chattering about which club would be better to join or what to eat for lunch.
A green square note was passed around the class, and finally reached Bao Guowei through An Shuzhen in front.
"What's this for?"
Guo Chun curiously turned his head to look at it.
Bao Guowei glanced at it and saw that the letter read: Seeing words is like meeting each other, showing the letter is soothing - Baozi, what club did you join?Your good classmate Xu Weiye stays.
After reading the note, Bao Guowei raised his head. There was a student sitting in the third row who was turning to look at him with a smile on his face. This man Bao Guowei was really impressive. He was the one who originally called him "Bao Zi". "People.
He was one of the people who brought snacks to Bao Guowei in the morning. He gave him hawthorn slices, but by now they had entered Chen Jinhua's stomach.
Picking up a pencil, Bao Guowei wrote: "Martial Arts Club, Music Club" and answered truthfully.
"Guo Chun, do you know this Xu Weiye?"
Bao Guowei wanted to know the family background of the classmate he was familiar with. If he had a strong background, he would make more friends.
Guo Chun thought carefully for a while, but he really had no impression: "I don't know him."
The note was passed back along the same route. An Shuzhen took a look at it after getting it. She originally chose two social service clubs. After seeing the note, she silently erased one with an eraser and added one. As a music club, I can easily ask Bao Guowei for advice on arithmetic and object problems in the future.
Xu Weiye was very happy after receiving this note, "Martial arts club? Music club? I knew it, Baozi must join the sports club! Give me the money quickly! Bring me one dollar!"
"What do you mean? He really joined a martial arts club?"
Li Junhua had been sitting behind Xu Weiye since the beginning of school. He had long known how out-of-touch he was and talked nonsense all day long. He still didn't believe it, so he poked Xu Weiye's back and said, "Show me the note!"
After reading the note, Li Xianfeng rubbed his brows: "Forget it if you are good at cultural classes, are you still practicing martial arts now?"
"Haha, he is a genius. You don't know who the super shooter is among the people on the Everest team. Wen Neng can bring peace to the world with his pen, and his military skills can determine the world. I am the only one who can be the general."
Xu Weiye said to Li Xianfeng disdainfully.
"Did I go to you!"
Li Junhua didn't know how to respond. He lost a dollar and was in a bad mood. He cursed and checked a martial arts club on the registration form.
(End of this chapter)
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