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

Chapter 55 A small coin

Bao Guowei cares very much about his external image.

In any era, good appearance is very important. Many things depend on the eye. If you have the eye, you can achieve it, but if you don't, you can't.

There is a fragment of "Historical Records: Biography of the Marquis of Huaiyin" recorded in the Chinese textbook, which says: "... all 13 of his generation have been beheaded, the next is Xin, Xin is looking up, when I see Teng Gong, he does not want to conquer the world. Huh? Why do you want to kill a strong man? 'Teng Gong was curious about his words and strengthened his appearance, but he didn't kill him after he released them."

It means that Han Xin was about to be beheaded. He went to the execution ground and had already beheaded thirteen times. When he was about to behead Han Xin, he said: "Isn't the superior willing to save the world? Why do you want to kill capable people?"

After hearing what Han Xin said, Duke Teng saw that he looked like a strong man, so he let him go without killing him.

If Han Xin had a dirty look and was disgusting at first glance, I am afraid that no matter what happened, Teng Gong would not take a fancy to him.

Bao Guowei took off the black suit outside, revealing the pure white lining inside.

A person depends on his clothes. This time Bao Guowei looked at the mirror again: his temperament looked much cleaner, a bit like a young master who had returned from studying abroad in the West.

No one can come out. This is the son of a servant. Bao Guowei is very satisfied with his current image.

Putting on his coat, he opened the door and Bao Guowei came out.

The heat from the stove made him suffocate, probably because he had been exercising recently, which made his blood stronger. He liked the refreshing cool breeze.

As soon as he came out, he saw Guo Chun talking to Gong Deming, with his hands on the table and his face:
"My dad is going to let me go to Shanghai Tower University. The principal there is my dad's old classmate in London..."

Several dishes have been served on the table, and the bowls and chopsticks have been put away. It is lunch time now, and the rice has been heated up and has been put into bowls.

None of them moved their chopsticks yet, apparently waiting for Bao Guowei.

Sweet and sour seabass, tiger skin chicken feet, braised pork, braised pork ribs with soy sauce...

If you put any meat dish in an ordinary person's home, it would only be eaten during the Chinese New Year or a happy event - it may not be edible.

Even in the relatively prosperous Suzhou, most people need to plan several days in advance to have a few bites of meat.

Chen Jinhua looked at these dishes, swallowing saliva while resisting the hunger in his belly, but Guo Chun hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, so he couldn't eat first.

Guo Chunzheng was talking to Gong Deming when he heard the sound of the door being opened and saw someone coming out of the bathroom. He took a look and said, "Oh, it turns out to be Bao Guowei."

Just as he turned his head back and was about to continue speaking to Gong Deming, Guo Chun realized something was wrong and suddenly looked back: "Bao Guowei!"

If before, in Guo Chun's eyes, Bao Guowei was still a young student who was two levels younger than him, now he was like a young man who was just starting out in college and still had some vigor - and he was much better looking.

Guo Chun didn't quite understand how Bao Guowei entered the bathroom and came out like this:
"Bao Guowei! Have you put oil on your hair?"

"Haha, I just put a little Si Dankang on it. I look a lot more handsome, right?"

"Just put some Sitankang on it?"

While talking, Bao Guowei walked over and sat on the chair, picked up his chopsticks, and tapped the table twice, ready to start.

Guo Chun didn't believe it. He really didn't put on some cosmetics?

But it would still be a bit embarrassing for a man to ask another man why he suddenly became so much better-looking.

"Forget it, let's eat, let's eat!"

Gong Deming tugged on his white scarf and looked at Bao Guowei's current image: It's really pretty.

This reminded Gong Deming of what happened just now: If I could grow up like Bao Guowei, would Xiaofang still love me? Will she abandon me today?
"Hey, Bao Guowei, how many good friends have you had?"

Gong Deming was a little curious. Bao Guowei could look like this just by putting oil on his hair. He might have harmed many girls in the past, right?

"No." "No? Real or fake? Do you want me to introduce you to someone who looks good enough?"

Gong Deming still didn't believe it. He had already looked for five or six of them, but Bao Guowei was still a child like Chen Jinhua?
"No need to trouble you, thank you, I don't have such thoughts yet."

Bao Guowei shook his head, picked up a tiger skin chicken foot and gnawed on it. It was a little salty, a little sweet, and really delicious.

The two concepts are very different, which comes from the conflict of the times.

Although the "Draft Civil Code" stipulates that men under the age of 16 and women under the age of 15 are prohibited from getting married.

However, at this time, the country could not even achieve unification on paper. How could anyone abide by such regulations?

There are many people who marry off as child brides at the age of eight or nine.

For people like Gong Deming who come from a good family, it is nothing new to find many lovers at this age.

Oops!There was ginger in the chicken feet. Bao Guowei accidentally took a bite and his tongue was numb from the bitter taste.

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The width of a rickshaw is generally no more than four feet, and it can accommodate two people.

There were four people in the Guo family this time, so Zhou Laifu wanted to hire two rickshaws.

Go to a car dealer to find someone to pull it. The starting price of a good car is only [-] cents - but this amount has nothing to do with the driver's income. At least [-]% of the money has to go into the hands of the car dealer, not counting the driver's car. rental fee.

"Gong Deming, you sit with Chen Jinhua, and I'll sit with Bao Guowei."

Guo Chun said to Gong Deming, who got into a car with Chen Jinhua with a look of disgust.

After getting on the rickshaw, Bao Guowei leaned on the armchair, feeling a little uncomfortable. This was his first time riding a rickshaw, and he was still not used to the feeling of using people as cattle and horses.

Pedestrians on the road looked at the group of young men sitting on the rickshaw with envy. This made Chen Jinhua so happy that he stretched out his hand to say hello to them.

"Mom, I also want to ride a rickshaw in the future."

A child wearing a gray shirt with holes raised his head and said to his mother.

The child was trembling all over and his legs were swaying, but he didn't feel the cold at all. Since he had survived last winter and was one year older this year, the child's energy and blood were strong, so naturally he wouldn't feel the cold this autumn. cold.

And this mother-in-law is still worried about how to buy a new dress for her child - her job is gone, her husband died in the Northern Expedition, and she has no military pay or pension.

Textile factories stopped working, workers were no longer taught to weave, and wages were no longer paid.

Textile factories across the city are preparing for this winter - all poor people must spend their savings to buy an expensive cotton coat.

It doesn't matter if she dies, but what to do next...

"Son...why don't you go pull..."

Looking at the little boy who couldn't reach her waist, this 19-year-old mother said such nonsense.

She shed tears, which should have been a "girl's" age, and fell to the ground.

A small coin was thrown at her feet, making a clicking sound, spinning in circles, and finally fell to the ground.

On the rickshaw, there was a man in a suit with a slicked back hair and looked sideways at her.

(End of this chapter)