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

Chapter 62 Random thoughts

"Is this dead?"

The man's eyes were open and he was dead, and he didn't even know whether he died of freezing or starvation.

But this is not important. In the future, there will be a cold winter, and after the cold winter, there will be a great famine.

Those who do not starve to death will freeze to death, and those who do not freeze to death will starve to death.

But that’s not important either. In the future—war, after war…

You will always die anyway. If you survive this year, there will be next year. If you survive this time, there will be the next time.

If you cry when you are alive, you will be unknown after death. If you die quietly, no one will mourn.

Lao Bao suddenly took Bao Guowei's hand and led him hurriedly home, and pointed out the cause of the man's death: illness.

If he hadn't died of illness, how could he still be wearing the tattered clothes he was wearing?I've taught people to take it off a long time ago.

In short, Bao Guowei must be taught to stay away from these people to avoid contracting "wind-cold disease" or the like.

……

Bao Guowei had given all the money given to him by the Qin family to Lao Bao, and asked him to exchange it all into grain tomorrow. He thought that the price of grain would rise sharply in the near future, so there would be no harm in hoarding more.

Of course, there is no need to worry about nonsense like "my neighbor is hoarding food and I am hoarding guns, and my neighbor is my granary".

After all, Suzhou is also a famous big city in the country. Although the security in the south of the city is poor, it is not that bad.

Besides, in a few days, we might be able to change the house and move to the west of the city - Master Chu will pay for it. After the garlic is prepared, according to Master Chu's character, he will definitely not do anything to make things worse. , but will give a very reasonable reward.

Regarding allicin, either don’t take it out or treat it as if it doesn’t exist. Once it is taken out, Bao Guowei will definitely not be able to keep it.

A method for making anti-cold and anti-inflammatory drugs that can be produced on a large scale and at a relatively low cost represents countless wealth, which is enough to make any capital crazy, and cannot be afforded by individuals.

Compared with Xiao Chu, Guo Chun, Gong Deming and the like are ranked lower by who knows how many levels. It is absolutely impossible for Bao Guowei to share this stuff with these people.

Besides, without Xiao Chu, Bao Guowei felt that he was probably still working with Zhang Siwu on the dock to make money by moving bricks. If he didn't think about him this time when something good came, he would be a bit heartless.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

It was probably Lao Bao who opened the door and heard Zhang Siwu's voice. They exchanged pleasantries.

As always: Zhang Siwu came to Bao Guowei to learn literary words. It was different from the past: he looked very relaxed today.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Siwu said something that shocked Bao Guowei:
"My father knows about this."

"What did he say?"

"Nothing to say."

So Bao Guowei began to tutor him in texts, and their relationship no longer required such things as meeting and greetings.

It has to be said that Zhang Siwu's brain is very good. In just one month, he has recognized [-]% of the traditional Chinese characters in several Chinese textbooks.

When Zhang Siwu was about to leave, Bao Guowei stopped him:

"Tomorrow my father is going to stock up on some food. You need someone to follow him. I'm a little worried."

According to what Lao Bao said, the price of food cash is one day, which is very unstable. It is better to deal with this matter as soon as possible.

"Uncle Bao, you don't have to go. I'll take care of this."

"Okay, take this post and go to Chu Mansion in the west of the city. Pay 200 yuan, which will be exchanged for grain. You can buy whatever Lao Bao buys."

Xiao Chu had promised to pay the money before, but Bao Guowei never went to get it.

Bao Guowei is not afraid of Zhang Siwu running away with his money. Now the gun brand on his waist is worth 50 yuan. He can only run away for such a small amount of money because he has made a mistake. people.

Besides, when allicin comes out, 200 yuan is really nothing.

"it is good."

...At night, the neighbor's dog was barking, and there was a whining sound. Later, there was a chirping sound of a puppy. It seemed that it was giving birth to puppies:
A dog can often give birth to six or seven, or even a dozen, in one litter, and most of them will eventually be sent to dog meat restaurants.

Bao Guowei was still unable to sleep, so he lit a candle and sat at the desk, thinking about the future.

I always feel that there are some dangers, and I always feel insecure.

After thinking about it for a long time - it is indeed a solution to a thousand worries. After he raises enough property and goes to a place like Kangaroo Country or Eagle Country, all the suffering here will have nothing to do with him, not even the future war. Nothing can affect him.

Saving the country through curves may be the best solution. If there is a chance to make money abroad, it would be good to invest in some factories in the Midwest. Maybe you can become an industrialist.

Moreover, after the Northern Expedition ended, the world was dominated by the four major families of Jiang, Song, Kong and Chen. These four families almost controlled the lifeblood of the entire country. They were truly more oligarchs than oligarchs and more plutocrats than chaebols.

You know, in many cases, the reason why food prices soar during famines is not just natural disasters...

Moreover, when the Japanese Japanese invaded in 1937 and started killing people like crazy, there were few big cities in the south of the Yangtze River that did not avoid being killed. The worst case was Ningcheng, which started killing for more than 40 days. How could Gusu be left behind?Are you running west and wandering around?

However, it is still a bit early to talk about this matter. It is only 1927. Bao Guowei will only be 15 years old after the new year. He must at least finish the four years of his new school. In this era, people who are too young will Words have no weight.

What's more, Bao Guowei always feels...

"When I see the dead man, I will give him the scraps in my hand..."

Relying on the candlelight, the pencil flickered on the yellow paper.

This is the book in which Bao Guowei recorded what he saw and heard. It can also be said to be his diary.

There is already a title on the title page: "In the World", and several stories have been recorded.

"This is the first time I have seen the eyes of a dead person - if this is not counting the "black fish" before. But suddenly I found that the people on the streets in the south of the city seemed to have the same eyes as this dead person..."

"...But the dead cannot speak, so there is only one mainstream voice in the world - live well. But whether the people who are alive today are still alive is something worth discussing."

"I have a feeling that I will have another dream tonight."

……

This time I had another dream:
"Is this a complaint of suffering? Go outside the city and see what real suffering is!"

When the whip in the hand of the master of craftsman hits the apprentice's child, bruises or gores will appear, and at the same time, he will often shout this sentence, and the saliva will fly out of his mouth.

"I finally got to the city. Even if I stay here as a bonded worker, I don't want to go back!"

When the rough bags from the wharf rub against the back, causing the skin to swell, swell, and burst the blisters, and the blood spills out, you will occasionally hear a young, strong, dark-skinned guy eating a bowl of rice. Point to the sky and say this.

"You're just an actor! You're a low-level actor and you're pretending to be a hustler! If you don't do it properly, I'll sell you to the mountains!"

When an actor who still has dignity is insulted after stepping off the stage, he will be insulted like this for the slightest inconvenience.

The scenery here is indeed something Guowei has seen before and is somewhat impressive.

Life in the city was probably so good that people always used life outside the city to intimidate others, but Bao Guowei couldn't imagine how bad life outside would be.

Visiting this era in person, even if you observe it as a bystander, you can still feel the despair and powerlessness of the poor - it is like being locked in a red-hot copper bull and being slowly fried...

In the dream, I saw the lifeless eyes of the corpses on the street, and the numb eyes of the pedestrians in the south of the city, and then I realized that here, it seemed that I had entered the world of the dead-creepy.

Fortunately, I had a good sleep this time. I slept until dawn. I looked at the clock. It was half past six in the morning.

Lao Bao has already made breakfast, and at Bao Guowei's request: make a few more boiled eggs this time to supplement protein.

Yesterday, he promised Chen Jinhua that he would come to copy his homework. Bao Guowei wanted to bring him an egg to eat, so naturally he would not break his promise.

Bao Guowei yawned and got up from the bed.

On the table, meat, eggs, and milk were all the same, which was not at all what people in the south of the city should eat.

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