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

Chapter 72
The Bao family has been short of money recently. It should have been enough, but the remaining money has been converted into food, so naturally it is a bit stretched.

There is no rush to buy grain. After all, the price increase of grain will happen in the near future. It is estimated that the price of grain will rise without waiting until the spring harvest next year.

Countless farmers have been working in the fields year after year and have accumulated thousands of years of experience. There is no need to wait for the day of harvest. The weather alone is enough to judge the harvest of this season.

Once it is determined what the harvest will be this year, the first people to know are naturally the farmers, followed by the landowners, so they inform the powerful. After realizing the business opportunities, mountains of silver dollars are put into operation.

A group that specializes in reselling grains, once they wait until a year of famine, they will move the grains into their holes like hungry rats, or they will keep stuffing nuts into their mouths like a squirrel, instead of eating— —Hoarding.

So there will be a scene like this: "People are like yellowed wheat being knocked down by "brushing", and the earth is covered with folks "fighting for their lives"."

Mountains of ocean silver dollars turned into invisible hammers that flattened people's stomachs until their intestines were broken.

Bao Guowei frowned, what does it mean to collect food by himself?

"At worst, we can sell them cheaper when there is a famine?"

If you make money by reselling grain, it is equivalent to making "dead man's" wealth. If Bao Guowei really makes money, I am afraid he will feel a little uneasy in his life.

Moreover, as long as he has Baozi Su and Bao's alkali-making method, he will never be short of money in the future, and he will not even need money at all to maintain his life.

As long as he shines as a "chemical genius", he can earn a monthly salary of several hundred yuan, and someone will take care of his food, clothing, and daily life. Maybe he can even take advantage of it.

……

Lao Bao hurriedly finished his breakfast, put on the black gown, and then collected money at home. He knew exactly where the deposits were placed:
Under the water tank in the backyard, between the floor tiles, in the cracks in the wall where photos are hung...

Lao Bao moved around in these places, but even when he took out the wallet hidden under the bed, he didn't get much.

After counting the money he found, Lao Bao looked at Bao Guowei who was picking up vegetables and asked softly:
"Guowei, now we only have three dollars and twenty cents left at home, and four cents left. Is this enough money for the books you want to buy?"

"It's not enough, it's far from enough, and I also want to buy some more draft paper along the way."

A mere three yuan is a considerable amount of savings for ordinary people, but it still falls short of buying a few thick books.

Although it is often said that "the poor are poor in literature and rich in martial arts", studying nowadays is not something that the poor should do: books are still expensive, so much so that even new schools do not have public libraries.

Thanks to the emergence of industrial printing, book prices are no longer as outrageous as in ancient times, but they are still beyond the reach of ordinary families:

A thin book, a short story with dozens of pages, often costs [-] to [-] cents, usually no more than [-] yuan.

However, books that can truly carry systematic knowledge often have a lot of content and are large in length. Naturally, they are much more expensive. There are many books that sell for two or three yuan a book.

"How about I go to someone else's house and borrow some?"

Lao Bao didn't want to disturb Bao Guowei's "study" progress due to lack of money. He just wanted to get this matter done as soon as possible and not hold back Guowei.

As the well-known butler of the Qin Mansion, "Master Bao" is still a bit thin-faced. What's the point of asking someone to borrow some money?The business is old. In order to treat Cuiying's illness, Lao Bao had accumulated a lot of experience in borrowing money.

You can ask people like Hu Da, Lao Zhang, and Aunt Wang to borrow half a yuan or a yuan for each family. It's enough to get a few together.

"Just go to Uncle Zhang's house and borrow some. It's just on your way." Bao Guowei swallowed the fish in his mouth and issued his "request."

Old Zhang already knows that Zhang Siwu is in the Youth Gang, so Zhang Siwu no longer needs to hide his income. He will probably hand over part of it to Uncle Zhang for safekeeping, and he will definitely be able to borrow money there.

In fact, there is another way, go to the Chu Mansion in the west of the city and ask the housekeeper to pay some money, but the way is a little far, and it is not suitable before handing over the allicin.

"it is good."

After hearing Bao Guowei's words, Lao Bao subconsciously agreed:
"You should be able to borrow three or four yuan from Lao Zhang? Can you?"

Lao Bao thought to himself.

The temperature is slightly warmer today, and the hot air coming out of nowhere has driven away the cold wave.

So Bao Guowei didn't put on his suit jacket anymore, only a pure white suit lining and a black vest on top.

The lining of the white suit was washed last night. It was blown by the strong wind all night, so the clothes were still a little damp to the touch, but I didn't feel anything through the cotton clothes inside. There was no need to worry about catching the wind and cold.

Naturally, he would not let go of Si Dankang's hair oil. Bao Guowei liked this oil so much that if he didn't apply it for a day, his whole body would feel a little uncomfortable, so he applied it on his hair and put on gold-rimmed glasses:
You should also take good care of yourself during holidays and don’t develop bad habits of being careless.

After finishing all this, Bao Guowei looked in front of the mirror in the study room: OK!energetic!

Once he established his "ambition" to do big things, Bao Guowei seemed to have enough motivation to do things, and his originally somewhat empty heart became more at ease, and his eyes lost the previous erraticness.

Bao Guowei could show a confident and calm smile this time:
"Young Master Bao is so handsome, you can even make a living out of him."

……

Along the way, pedestrians in the south of the city gave way, as if they were afraid of bumping into Bao Guowei.

I especially remember that when Bao Guowei first put on his suit, some people would stare at Bao Guowei a few times, and some would even laugh twice behind his back and say: "That person just now wore too little..." Something like that.

But when Bao Guowei added Si Dankang, the king of pomade, and gold-rimmed glasses - the people in the south of the city turned to awe of this image.

This made Bao Guowei a little uncomfortable: he seemed to be shunned like a god of plague, although this situation was limited to the poorest south of the city...

"Old Zhang, open the door!"

Lao Bao stood in front of the barber shop and shouted, and soon there was a sound of keys banging, and the door was opened with a "squeak".

Lao Zhang was wearing this black gown and his eyes were still a little dazed. He was a little happy when he saw his old friend Bao Zheng visiting him early in the morning.

Just as he was about to ask Lao Bao what he was doing, Lao Zhang was attracted by the white sleeves behind him, so he looked over: Bao Guowei!
"Bao Zheng, is this Guowei?"

Lao Zhang saw this richly dressed young master and asked.

Even from the perspective of Lao Zhang, a "businessman" who knows people well, Bao Guowei can already bear the title of young master.

His face and clothes were completely different from those a few months ago. Although Lao Zhang was already prepared, he still didn't dare to admit it:
Guowei, who used to have a sallow complexion, wore shabby cotton clothes, and had a greasy hair, has disappeared and turned into what he is now!
No matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like the same person as before. Even standing on the street in the south of the city, he looks a little out of place!
(End of this chapter)