Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 5 Bao Guowei works hard to contribute

It was already completely dark when we left the Qin family's mansion. When the host's young cousin fell asleep, Lao Bao finally got off work.

As the steward of the Qin family mansion, Lao Bao is always the last one to leave work. He has always been honest about his duties, which is why the master is willing to give him the highest treatment for his servants.

It was pitch dark on the road, but fortunately the small house bought by Lao Bao was not far away, and it wouldn't take long to go back.

It was still very cold at night in the twelfth lunar month, and the cotton robe he had worn for more than ten years was no longer of use, but when he felt the thick cloth bag in his arms, Lao Bao still felt at ease.

Earlier, in Hu Da's mansion, after some hard talking, Dai Laoqi agreed to talk to Chen Sanmanzi again, and he could be the middle man and lend him another twenty yuan.

The interest rate that this idiot Chen San is lending is the same as that deceptive one. It doesn't matter. My boss will give me a reward of about ten yuan during the Chinese New Year. I can always pay it back if I save money and scrape together more. of.

Lao Bao remembered what Dai Lao Qi had said to him in the barber shop earlier today.

"Old Bao, we are close friends. I really want to say something you don't like to hear. Why should I let him go to school? Why not let him learn a trade?"

At that time, he saw an apprentice from Jiaxing in the shop. He was very well-behaved and diligent in the shop. After learning, he could open a shop and make a living.

But when Lao Bao remembered that Bao Guowei's mother died when he was five years old, and he had been clamoring to study, he felt very sad. His abilities were limited, and the suits and leather shoes owned by his classmates at school could not be bought for him.

The tuition and uniform fees must be paid to him.

At this time, with the money in his arms and most of the roast chicken that Hu Da had left for Bao Guowei, Lao Bao felt much more at ease and opened the door to his own room.

As soon as the door opened, Lao Bao felt his eyes light up, but he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

A young man stood upright, holding a shiny pen in his hand, lowering his head and writing something seriously. The room was quiet, with only the rustling sound of the pen rubbing against the paper.

Seeing Bao Guowei studying seriously, Lao Bao's nose suddenly became sore.

When he just walked into the house, a musty smell hit his face. The furnishings inside were also simple. The furniture only had a square table with three drawers.

He still remembered that the drawers were so full that there was no room for anything else.

Even the curtain next to the bed is already yellow-gray.

"Dad, you are back."

Hearing Bao Guowei's voice, Lao Bao came back to his senses, rubbed his face, and wiped the corners of his eyes imperceptibly.

With an usual smile on his face, he quickly took out an oil paper bag from his arms and handed it to Bao Guowei and said.

"Guowei, I asked Hu Da to leave this for you. Your favorite roast chicken is still hot."

Lao Bao opened the package of the roasted chicken, and a rich aroma of oil hit his face. Where can you usually eat this, which is the New Year's Eve?

Putting the roast chicken in front of Bao Guowei, Lao Bao patted the white cloth bag in his hand and said.

"I borrowed 20 yuan from Hu Da, 20 yuan from Chen San Leizi, and yuan from Gao Sheng. It's enough to pay the tuition fee of yuan. Your books can still be used, and maybe there is still some left. I’ll buy a lot and buy you some clothes, books and so on.”

Bao Guowei opened his mouth. He originally wanted to give Lao Bao more than ten yuan to ease the family's tight financial situation.

But after hearing Lao Bao's words, I thought that the money was still a drop in the bucket for the more than fifty-year-old debt. Now was not the time to show off, and it was right to make money quickly.

Opening the roast chicken in front of him, Bao Guowei tore off a chicken leg, pushed the rest to Lao Bao and said.

"I just like to eat chicken legs. You can eat the rest, but I won't."

Bao Guowei knew that the original owner would eat all the meat if he usually had it, so there was no sharing. If he gave it directly to Lao Bao, he would definitely not eat it, so he might as well maintain his "rebellious" persona.

Hearing this, Lao Bao was a little embarrassed and pushed the roast chicken forward.

"What's the matter? Don't you love roasted chicken the most? This one has added ingredients and is very fragrant."

"Okay, okay, I want to study. Just take the roast chicken and eat it. Don't disturb me while I study."

Bao Guowei waved his hand, finished the chicken legs three times, divided five into two, and continued to write on the table. Lao Bao didn't pay attention. He held the fragrant roast chicken and wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves. He rolled up his sleeves and put his hands inside. He sat on the edge of the bed and silently looked at Bao Guowei's back. Under the dim light, he seemed to have returned to Bao Guowei. When Guowei was a child, he sat down at the desk to read for the first time.

"Cuilan, you know, we at Guowei have finally worked hard. We know that repeating a grade is not a good idea, and we are still studying hard."

That night, Lao Bao had a dream. In the dream, Bao Guowei was wearing a gentleman's hat and a crisp suit with creases. He was handling official business just like Section Chief Gao who often visited the Qin family mansion.

The next day, Bao Guowei got up early. He was sweating from running yesterday and slept well at night, but he still couldn't open his eyes in the morning. It's no wonder that the original owner usually didn't sleep until noon. At this time, the jet lag still needs to be reversed.

Opening the window, it was just dawn, and Lao Bao had already started working.

After washing myself with cold water, I felt a lot more energetic. I came to the table, where food was already laid out.

Opening the covered porcelain bowl, there was a steaming bun and two eggs inside. Lao Bao even kept another chicken drumstick from last night.

His heart suddenly warmed up. For the sake of his health, he naturally couldn't be as picky as the original owner and refused to eat protein. He ate them all cleanly, and went into the kitchen to wash them and yesterday's bowls.

After doing this, Bao Guowei started running around the nearby alley while there were not many people on the street.

In the twelfth lunar month, the biting cold wind in Hangzhou seemed to penetrate people's clothes consciously. The cold air flowed into the nasal cavity, making Bao Guowei even more energetic.

Sports was one of the original owner's few specialties, and given that he was seventeen or eighteen years old, his body started to feel slightly warm within a few minutes.

After sweating a little, Bao Guowei decided not to continue. Now he is not very fat but rather thin, so it is only right to do anaerobic exercise to build some muscles.

First, do 100 push-ups!

Bao Guowei put his hands on the ground, feeling the stretching force of his chest muscles and latissimus dorsi muscles, all at once.

But when he reached twenty, his hands were already trembling a little, and when he reached thirty, he was about to be unable to support himself. Bao Guowei gritted his teeth and reached fifty in one breath before stopping. If he continued, His face was about to hit the ground.

This level of push-ups was still a bit too much for him, and then came a hundred squats! One hundred sit-ups!

Finally, continue to make up for fifty push-ups!

By the time he returned to the house, his face was already flushed, his breath was filled with white mist, and his arms were trembling slightly, almost losing strength.

Teacher Saitama's training method is still a bit intense, but this is just the beginning. Once you get used to it, it will get much better.

The sun had come out at this moment. Bao Guowei moved the table out and sat under the sun, feeling the warmth of the winter sun.

He was not in a hurry to continue writing yesterday's "The Legend of the Condor Heroes". His hand could no longer hold the pen at the moment, especially the muscles in his back and shoulders.

I picked up the "Declaration" I bought in the commercial street yesterday and started reading it. I had decided on the novel I was going to write, but I still had to look for the newspapers and magazines I would submit it to.

He was in a hurry to use money now, so it was best to find a newspaper that was nearby and convenient for submitting articles.

As one of the top newspapers in the Republic of China, "Shen Shen" still has some weight, and the content on it can be said to be everything you need.

Newspapers during the Republic of China period were less sophisticated than those of later generations, and the printing layout was somewhat rough, but there was not much content in them.

From the large advertisements on the homepage, such as Nanyang Brothers cigarettes, law firms, industrial banks and even advertisements for Baoshen Gujing Pills, it can be said that there are all kinds of advertisements for all walks of life.

After flipping through it, Bao Guowei found an interesting movie theater advertisement on the last few pages. The title was "Pearlful Shadows" and the text below was "Big Star Montblanc's New Masterpiece Romantic and Erotic Video Calling Card."

The location is the Jing'an Temple Pike intersection in Shanghai, and the time is "a quarter past nine (night)".

Bao Guowei felt it was a pity. If he were in Shanghai, he would definitely experience the level of spiritual civilization construction of the people of the Republic of China.

It's just that the price is not very affordable. The cheapest seat at the nightclub is only one and a half yuan, which is about the income of an ordinary long-term worker for a week.

But this is just a few hours for the "masters" to enjoy their lives.

Thinking of those people in later generations who admired the golden age of the Republic of China, Bao Guowei found it a bit funny. When the Republic of China came, it was still unclear whether these people would be able to have enough to eat.

After collecting his thoughts, Bao Guowei focused on the magazine articles, and finally saw the name of a magazine publication in a section in the center.

"Red Rose" is also called "Red Magazine"!

(End of this chapter)