Chapter 79 How about treating me to a bowl?

During the Republic of China period, Peking.

Even as Kyoto, it is still poor, and the people are in poverty, and they are all pale and thin.

Walking on this barely flat road, you can clearly feel the dead dusk air that spreads in the air.

When the cold wind blew, Boss Mo could see that there were poor people on both sides of the road from time to time, wearing yellow-faced and thin-skinned clothes, basking in the sun in gray cotton jackets. They had no place to keep warm. Even if they picked up some firewood, most of them would go to exchange for a handful of rice instead of making a fire to warm their hands and feet.

The gray cotton jacket looks very thick and is stuffed with cotton, but it is not cotton, because most poor people cannot afford cotton, so they can only stuff some straws into it.

It was very cold, so cold that it made people not want to move.

A gust of cold wind blew over, accompanied by a dry cough, and the thick-looking cotton coat was blown through at once.

This is the peaceful and prosperous era that has been whitewashed by countless people.

More than ten years ago, the Qing government collapsed, and everyone said that a good day had come, but more than ten years had passed and I didn’t see a good day, but more and more people were frozen to death and starved to death.

Boss Mo walked into a restaurant. Boss Mo had seen many people along the way, and many people also saw Boss Mo, but almost all the poor people subconsciously avoided the moment they saw Boss Mo.

They were afraid of Boss Mo, and their clean clothes made them afraid.

In this era, life is not worth a lot.

No one will care about rich people like Boss Mo even if they beat them to death.

Troubled times? Prosperous times?

Literary people feel that this is a prosperous era, and their stage is unprecedentedly huge. They can write in this era with all their hearts. They are already at the peak of morality and the world.

But actually?

Do they really understand this era?

They are like a group of canaries, without worrying about food and clothing, or enduring the cold wind.

They enjoy all the conveniences that this earth-shaking era brings.

Clothes, jewelry, technology, and all kinds of novel things, they never lack these.

These people kept saying that they wanted to make this nation strong, but in fact they had never entered this nation. This era was earth-shaking and unprecedented. They felt the impact of the times for the first time and were soon fascinated by the convenience of this era.

For literati, this is a perfect era. The changes in the world and the rise of nations have too many things that stimulate their creative inspiration.

For warlords, this is also a perfect era, a powerful weapon, an era without order, with a lot of cheap lives, willing to abandon their lives for a bite of food.

But for ordinary people?

This is a nightmare world.

Boss Mo is unwilling to come to this era because he feels disgusting this era!

The tall one is too high, like an immortal who is not as good as a worldly fireworks.

The low is too low, it seems like the dust that has been stepped on countless feet.

This era is suppressed, distorted, and dark, making Boss Mo feel breathless.

As a former member of this nation, Boss Mo didn't want to see all this in front of him because he was just a passerby and he would eventually leave here.

Moreover, he is a businessman, and he cannot sacrifice his own interests for a world that he cannot determine whether it is the real one.

However, if he has the opportunity and the ability to change the world, Boss Mo is willing to help without damaging his own interests. Even if he knows that the race in this world is likely to have nothing to do with him.

A restaurant, without a name, just two simple words, a restaurant.

The servant wearing a gray cotton jacket, with a yellowed rag on his shoulder, was 1.6 meters tall and weighed only 70 or 80 kilograms. He looked very small and thin, but he had grown taller in this era.

He is not good-looking, has a dark face and rough skin, especially his palms. Some parts have frozen cracks, blue and purple, as if it has been corroded by something. He lives a hard life and doesn't earn much, but he can barely support himself. This is no longer easy in this era, and it also makes him have a happy smile on his face.

"What should I eat, this man?"

"Hot a pot of rice wine and come with some specialty dishes."

"Okay, sir, wait a moment, and the wine will be served to you now, and the food will come soon."

The servant is very humble. Some people say that love is very humble, but without love, you still have life.

True humility is when you can’t even hold your life in your hand, that is the real humility!

The rice wine is a bit hot, but it is just right with the cold wind, and Boss Mo looked around.

There was a table not far away, two fat men, both of whom were 1.7 meters tall, very fat, wearing yellow-green silk, like two dyed pigs.

They set up a table of dishes in full bloom.

There are wine, vegetables, meat, tender and fragrant chicken!

The servant diligently wiped the table. The table had been wiped cleanly, but he was still wiping, for fear that the boss would feel lazy. However, when wiping the table, the servant couldn't help but look at the table of wine and meat.

He is hungry, and no ordinary people in this era are not hungry.

He was greedy and had never had a single piece of oil in his stomach in his life.

The fat guys on both ends found the servant watching. I didn't know whether they were scolding the servant or Boss Mo, but they spit out phlegm at the ground: "What are you looking at? A naughty embryo!"

Boss Mo frowned and looked a little more displeased.

The servant beside him was so scared that his face was pale and muttered: "Yes, I'm right. We shouldn't see it, we shouldn't see it, we shouldn't see it."

As he said that, he ran over and wiped the mouth of phlegm clean with his hands.

He was afraid that these two people would beat him with a mop.

He used a rag and had to wash it after a while. His hands were frozen and cracked. He put it in cold water to wash the rag, which made it painful.

The inferior man also has the wisdom of the inferior man. He can use his hands and lose a beat. He will not suffer any harm. The boss may even praise himself for his eyesight.

Boss Mo sighed and drank the rice wine in his glass in one go.

The pleasure that drinking should have become so suffocating at this moment!

Outside the door, a man in his fifties came, perhaps only forty years old. He was dressed very worn. Although it was better than the poor people who hid on the wall and waited for death, it was just better.

People in this era are very old.

Some people, in their fifties, look like forty.

Some people are only forty, but they look like they are over fifty.

This man should know the fat man. As soon as the man entered the door, he looked at the fat man.

When the two fat men saw the man coming in, they smiled a little more on their faces. The fat man put down the chopsticks in his hand, and he smiled so hard that his body was trembling: "Old Chen, I have something good to tell you."

Another fat man agreed and said, "Yes, there is a good thing. You kneel down and kowtow to us, and just tell you."

Old Chen knelt down and started kowtowing. Next to his head was the spit that the servant wiped off with his hands. His clothes looked very thick, but in fact they were filled with straw. There was no piece of clothing inside, just the gray cotton jacket on the outside.

Boss Mo could even see the thin and thin piece of the back that was exposed after the other party knelt down, as if the skin was against the bone.

He just doesn't look thin, and he's all thanks to this cotton jacket. If he takes off his clothes, he's as thin as a stalk, like a squid that doesn't have any flesh at all.

The fat guys at both ends were laughing. They were laughing happily, and their fat body was shaking.

Boss Mo didn't know what they were laughing at, and what was funny about it.

A fat man looked at Lao Chen and smiled and said, "Old Chen, your small noodle shop can't make a lot of money, and you can't pay back the money you borrowed from us. Don't you have a daughter? Sell her in a kiln so that you can pay back the money."

The other fat man also smiled, and Boss Mo felt disgusted: "Yes, yes, that's it, Lao Chen, I've already contacted Yaozi, I tell you that your daughter is born to sell it."

Old Chen was still kowtowing, louder than before.

The sound of "dongdongdongdongdongdongdong" makes people feel bored.

He was begging these two fat men, saying that his daughter was weak and could not enter the kiln, and that she would get married the day after tomorrow.

He said he still had a store, but he really couldn't give it to him.

He also said that he could make money, and he could make money, Yangchun noodles, and a bowl of them could make a penny. It won’t take long to pay it back.

But the two fat men refused to agree, they just laughed, laughing happily, and their fat body was shaking.

But the two fat men didn't see it. The more they laughed, the louder and more diligent Lao Chen kowtowed, the more they laughed, the deeper the despair in Lao Chen's eyes became, the more terrifying.

In the end, somehow, the ferocious aura in my heart came up.

At this moment, his numb legs, which had already been kneeling, actually made him stand up.

Somehow I thought, Lao Chen's face became ferocious.

However, the moment when Old Chen was together, the laughter disappeared.

A head with a smile on his face rolled in front of him.

Old Chen was stunned, he didn't know what was going on.

At this moment, a calm voice came from behind Lao Chen: "I heard that you will give me a bowl of Yangchun noodles?"
Chapter completed!