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

Chapter 71 Old Bag
The Bao family is a "noble family", a family of servants.

When I worked as a domestic slave for the Qin Mansion, it was still during the Tatar rule. However, after the founding of the Republic of China, there were no more domestic slaves. Now all the people in the city are hired servants. Although they still serve people, their situation is better than before. Much better.

Since Lao Bao was born, his path for the rest of his life has been determined by his family - a servant.

Later, Lao Bao gradually realized what it was to be a domestic slave or a servant, so he didn't have any big wishes in this life: he lived well, stuttered, and drank.

Or maybe I once had some wish or something like that, but gradually forgot about it.

Mr. Qin is kind-hearted. He often played with me when he was a child, but he gradually became distant as he grew up, and now it is a complete master-slave relationship.

After wages began to be paid that year, Mr. Qin paid himself three yuan, which was much higher than the one or one and a half yuan that others paid. Later, the money gradually became worthless and the salary gradually increased to seven yuan. Others often Only three pieces.

In short, it is no problem for Lao Bao to support himself, and he can even save a lot of savings.

But later he married a daughter-in-law named Zhang Cuilian - she was not very beautiful, and a beautiful woman would not be married to a servant, but Lao Bao had no other words to say to her, he only knew that he liked her.

Later, death - death is nothing in this world. Lao Bao has seen many dead people. When he first saw them, he was ignorant and thought they were unconscious. Later he realized that they would never wake up again.

Even my own relatives died early, but since I only understood what death was later, I naturally had no other emotions except regret.

Although I have seen many dead people in the future, I just feel that they are not as scary as Cuilian's time - in despair, I watched Cuilian suffer from illness and die, and when I came back to my senses, I found that all the savings accumulated over the years were gone. .

So the only important thing left was his son, Bao Guowei.

Of course, now we may also need to add the food in the cellar.

Maybe it's because of the disgust in my heart - I was born to be a servant.

Or perhaps it was guilt over his inability to save Cuilian.

In short, Lao Bao didn't want Bao Guowei to follow his own old path, so he had a new pursuit in his heart: to make Bao Guowei a decent person, even a figure like Mr. Qin.

So he just tried to save money by escaping from reality and filled his heart with suffering.

But Lao Bao is very satisfied with his current life: his salary has been allocated to 12 yuan, which is a high salary. It can not only afford the expenses of Bao's family, but also support Bao Guowei's tuition.

In the past, I had to make careful calculations every day, counting the change one by one. Once I had a shortfall, I would find a way to make up for it, sell this, sell that, but now there is no need to do this.

"Yeah."

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In order to prevent the grain in the cellar from getting damp, Lao Bao installed a lot of thatch in the cellar early and laid a few more layers of boards on top - it is rainy in the south of the Yangtze River, so grain is not easy to store.

"I can still find a few bags in the house, which can store four to five hundred kilograms. I'll find someone to put lime in the cellar another day..."

Every time he saw these grains, Lao Bao always felt unsafe, so he naturally thought of a way: to buy a dog to come back and look after the home.

The neighbor next door had a dog, and it was a black dog, and its pups were also black.

I heard that staying at home can also ward off evil spirits. Lao Bao has been paying great attention to things to ward off evil spirits recently since Bao Guowei had a nightmare.

If he could raise a dog, this dilapidated little home would finally have some atmosphere: now Bao Guowei has to go to school and Lao Bao has to go to work, and there is often no one at home. It is really too deserted.

Now that this matter was mentioned, Lao Bao's thinking went to a higher level: How many more servants can he hire in the future?
Lao Bao shook his head, how could a servant do these things?I am still a caretaker of homes and homes.

But when it came to dogs, Lao Bao remembered that he saw the second young master of the Qin family coming back this morning and wanted to feed beef to the dogs. At that time, he felt distressed:

How much does dog meat cost per pound?How much does beef cost per pound?This dog eats a pound of beef but may not gain a pound of meat. Calculated, it is really inappropriate and a loss-making business.

Moreover, there was a famine ten years ago, he went on business with Mr. Qin, and he saw the human flesh market in Sichuan... Old Bao shook his head, which brought back memories that he didn't want to mention.

"Bao Guowei, it's time to eat."

Lao Bao shouted, but didn't hear a reply, so he walked to the back room to have a look.

The house was so small that Lao Bao gently opened the study door without walking a few steps. He saw Bao Guowei holding a pencil and writing rapidly on the paper with a serious look on his face.

A lighted candle was burning, and the scratchy pencil trembled on the paper: the appearance of the young masters of the Qin family is definitely not as good as that of Bao Guowei, not even Section Chief Gao who often visits the Qin family.

At this moment, just like that moment, this time it seems that it has returned to the time when Bao Guowei put on a suit for the first time and read on the table. The difference is that Bao Guowei put on more Si Dankang than before. , wearing a pair of "young master" glasses.

This time Lao Bao was not as excited as before.

He just closed the door gently and walked to his room tremblingly: he had been in a hurry before, and the shoes on his feet had been worn for a long time, and the soles were worn flat and easy to slip.

After I calmed down, my calf started to hurt as if I had applied ice cubes - I was getting a little old after all.

Sitting on the bedside, he gently opened the drawer and took out the photo of his wife Cuilian again: he put it next to the small window, so that the golden sunlight shone on the photo.

Lao Bao looked at it carefully:

"Cuilian wants to bless Bao Guowei to be safe and grow up smoothly."

……

The schedule of going to school in recent days has enabled Bao Guowei to adjust his biological clock. Even on holidays, he still wakes up at six o'clock.

But this time, he felt very energetic. He hadn't had such a sweet sleep in a long time, and all the stress and worries on his body seemed to have been eliminated.

It was the time when the sun was rising. After Bao Guowei took a shower and finished his daily exercise, he went to the table to eat, thinking about what he should do today:
First of all, you need to buy a few chemical engineering books. If you want to thoroughly study the Hou's alkali production method, you must first study the ammonia-alkali method and the ammonia synthesis method. By the way, buy a few basic chemistry books to supplement your basic knowledge.

If you want to label yourself as a genius, you must first have some real skills, and at least remember the general origin of the knowledge.

If we just talk about the general production process and propose a chemical equation, someone will come and ask: How did this part come about?

As a result, I don't know anything about it, and I don't even understand the most basic things. Isn't it embarrassing? It might even be considered as a plagiarized result.

"Guowei, if you eat fish, you can be smart!"

For breakfast, Lao Bao made a small carp, a plate of shredded potatoes fried with chili peppers, two eggs, and some rice porridge.

It's just that these small carps and eggs were made for Bao Guowei to eat. Old Bao was a little reserved when it came to stuffing shredded potatoes and didn't dare to do more - just in case Guowei wanted to eat them.

"Dad, do you still have money at home? Come with me to the bookstore later to buy some books."

When Lao Bao heard what Bao Guowei said, he lowered his head and looked at himself: there was a somewhat tattered lining hanging inside the ordinary cotton coat.

So I felt a little uncomfortable: the city is really not suitable for wearing shabby cotton clothes. If by chance, Bao Guowei's classmates meet...

"it is good."

Putting on that black shirt, Lao Bao gained some confidence in accompanying Bao Guowei out.

But in fact, wearing tattered cotton clothes is not a big deal. When someone asks, just say "it doesn't matter."

(End of this chapter)