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

Chapter 56 Wang Xinxin

In one noon, Bao Guowei felt as if he had traveled through different worlds several times, from the school to the street outside, to Guo Chun's house, from Guo Chun's house, and on the way to the school.

The scene I saw along the way was really unsightly. There were actually many children wearing loincloths wandering around outside.

More and more people are stealing things: instead of stealing money or food, they start stealing clothes. They use scissors to tear other people's clothes while others are not paying attention, and then take away some fabrics.

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The main road in the west of the city is spacious, with various tall trees standing on both sides: red leaves, yellow leaves, and green leaves.

The autumn wind is strong, the fallen leaves are fluttering, and the weak sun is hidden by the canopy of trees that blocks the sky, making it a bit gloomy.

The rickshaw driver Wang Wanzi, wearing a thin short-sleeved shirt, was pulling the foreign rickshaw hard on the sparsely populated road, grunting and wearing rough clothes.

Although he was sweating, he felt a little happy: Although he had the strength to become a first-class rickshaw driver due to his youth, he was not qualified enough and had no relationship with the manager, so he could not find a good job.

But this time, an old man wearing a hat personally ordered him and asked the two students to go to the west of the city and go to the new style school.

He rarely came here. Seeing the students wearing luxurious clothes on the road, Wang Wanzi was a little excited - although he always hung out with the group of old coachmen who kept talking about "fuck", Wang Wanzi always wanted to get involved. Wenqier.

The most important thing is to choose a good name for yourself, and don't let others call you a bastard. But it costs money to name a husband - it's a waste of money.

Wang Wanzi pulled the cart hard and steadily, in order to make the two students sitting behind him more comfortable. The wheels of the cart hit the yellow and green leaves of the maple, making regular clicking sounds.

With his ears pricked up, the young driver slowed down a bit in order to hear the students chatting clearly on the road, hoping to hear a good word to use as his name.

"East……"

A male voice came, and the first character was "东". Wang Wanzi fell in love with this character at a glance, and decided to add "东" to his name: Wang Dong or something like that, it sounded nice.

"The Yoko Clothing Store in Japan has new winter clothes, and I'm going to buy a few more."

After hearing what the voice said clearly, Wang Yuzi shook his head, no, no.

"There are many British shops in the west of the city. They also sell suits and winter clothes. Why not buy them there?"

"If you ask me, actually wearing a thicker woolen sweater is enough. Too many winter coats are thick, bulky and uncomfortable to wear."

"Makes sense."

"..."

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Wang Wanzi listened for a while. Most of the students were talking about winter clothes, and some were talking about adding a new stove to their home and having to boil hot water at all times when taking a bath.

However, Wang Wanzi felt that what these people were talking about was too far removed from his own life, and it really didn’t match him: For many winters, he had lived on a short shirt, and in the winter, he had to sleep with other people hugging each other. , called "huddling together to keep warm".

Speaking of the cold in winter, Wang Wanzi has long been used to it, but there is always something he can't forget: in the winter three years ago, when he woke up, he found that the sleeping bag in his arms had frozen to death.

Of course, there is another interesting thing that cannot be forgotten.

One winter, it was very cold, very cold, and many people froze to death. I was still young at that time, and I was fighting everywhere in chaos. When I was fleeing alone, I went into a hidden and dilapidated thatched hut to keep warm. There were many people gathered in it. .

If there are more people, it will be warmer, but if there are more people, it will be easier to get sick.

At first, someone coughed, and everyone in the room couldn't sleep at night. Everyone kicked him out, but within a few days, most of the room was coughing, and they also had fever and runny noses.

Wang Wanzi escaped by luck: the disease seemed to have no effect on him.

With no village in front and no shop behind, no one dared to leave this hut in the cold wind.Many people died of illness quickly, and their clothes were stripped off, left to dry outside for a day, and then put on the bodies of young and strong men.

Later, there was an old man whose child had died. He patted his chest in front of everyone and said that he had found a way to keep out the cold in winter: find a shovel, go outside, find a place to bury himself, and bury himself in the soil. Fill it up, and it will be considered a big layer of quilt. It is covered with dirt, and it will be hot if you cover it!

Everyone laughed at the man for being crazy, but Wang Yuzi thought that the man was really crazy. When he got up at night, he saw the old man walking out alone at night and never coming back.

"Crack clap."

The wheels of the cart crushed the piles of leaves on the ground, and when they arrived at the maple leaf field, the withered yellow leaves made a shattering sound, which pulled the driver back from his thoughts.

Wang Wanzi listened to the chatter of several students on the road: he didn't hear any good words, and he couldn't make up a name.

So he lowered his head and looked at the ground carefully, distinguishing the dazzling piles of leaves to see if there was any cash left by the students on the ground.

Picking up coins is a major source of income for a rickshaw driver. He always wanders around the city and walks a lot, so he can naturally pick up some coins every three days.

If you can accumulate it over time, it is not difficult to earn a few more days of chewing grain in a year.

If you can pick up a copper plate, you can have more protection for the future. If you pick up a dime, you can have a sweet dream. If you pick up a dollar, it is a great joy to kowtow to the ancestral tablet. However, Wang Kanzi feels that he may not You can also find the tablets of your ancestors.

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"Bao Guowei, did you really only apply Si Dankang? Is this what happened?"

Sitting on the rickshaw, Guo Chun stared at the face of the person next to him, still a little shocked by the change in Bao Guowei's face: How come Si Dankang looks so handsome after smearing it a little?Didn't you really put on some cream or something like that?
"Yes, I just applied a little bit of Stankol and nothing else was touched."

Bao Guowei touched his hair: it was smooth and soft, and even in the autumn wind, the hairstyle was not messy at all.

Truly worthy of being the king of hair oils, Si Dankang.

Guo Chun took a closer look at Bao Guowei's face: it really hadn't changed, except that the hair in the front stood up, making the original round face look like an oval face, but it was much more pleasing to the eye.

As we approached the gate of Xinxue, a soldier on the road waved, meaning that cars could not pass any further.

The rickshaw driver put down the handlebar slowly and steadily, turned around and wiped the sweat with his hands, and smiled at Bao Guowei.

"arrive."

Probably because his temperament improved after Si Dankang was smeared, in the eyes of the coachman, Tou Bao Guowei was obviously more noble than Guo Chun.

Bao Guowei nodded to him subconsciously, and saw the coachman panting: he was sweating all over, steaming up, and he felt hot when he looked at the person, but the coachman was wearing a thin and thin coat. Wearing a short blouse, when the cold autumn wind blows, it takes away the sweat evaporating from the body, making people feel cold at first sight.

"Hard."

"what?"

Wang Wanzi suspected that he had heard it wrong. He had traveled all over the country and learned a lot of vocabulary and slang. He had been praised and scolded, but no one had ever said this word to him in his life.

"Hard."

This time Wang Wanzi heard clearly what the man in front of him was saying.

This time he heard a word that suited him, and it was said by a student in a dress, a talented scholar, and a literary star!

This time, the young coachman made up his mind and named himself "Kinxin", and from now on he would be called "Wang Xinxin".

Picking up the handle of the rickshaw, Wang Wanzi, now called Wang Xinxin, set foot on the road to the rickshaw. His legs became stronger and stronger, and there seemed to be endless strength in his body. At first he was jogging, but later he turned into flying. Run.

Wang worked hard to get a new name, made up a jingle for himself, and shouted in a low voice:

"I said the king worked hard, but you didn't work hard! The top scholar praised you, but the king worked hard! You didn't work hard! You are young and strong in your prime!"

(End of this chapter)