When Bai Lu went out with 25 yuan, most of the stores on the road had not yet opened, and those who did open to do business were basically early shops.

Going to buy paper money?

No, no, no. Bai Lu has always put the sacrifice of the Five Organs Temple in the first place, so she naturally has to eat some hot food first.

A bowl of thick and sticky spicy soup is in the stomach, the white dew is warmed from the inside out, and the egg scones are served, which is fragrant and refreshing.

After Bai Lu had eaten and drunk enough, she just nested in the corner and didn't want to move, she preferred the lively and warm morning shop to the small house full of wreaths and dead silence.

Watching the shopkeeper vigorously knead the noodles there, then cut them into small pieces and roll them out, the proprietress stirring the soup in the big pot with a big spoon, and the steaming hot buns that she just opened the steamer, Bai Lu felt that this was a portrayal of the life of ordinary people.

Plain and simple, with the labor of both hands in exchange for harvest, real and vivid.

Looking back at what she Bai Lu came into contact with, how could it be the best selfish and selfish of Mrs. Yang!

Bai Lu snorted, although she intellectually understood that the reason why customers would regret was mostly related to encountering the best people and strange things, but understanding and accepting were two different things, she had tried her best to be mentally prepared to contact these best, but sometimes she still couldn't help but sigh and be irritable.

The world is so big, why are a few of the best ones piled up and I encountered them!?

Grumbling, spitting and complaining, this is one of Bai Lu's ways to solve the problem, although it seems a little low-level, but it is quite effective, Bai Lu stayed in the early shop for nearly an hour before leaving.

After leaving the breakfast shop, Bai Lu asked passers-by to take him around, and finally found a shop selling incense, candles, and paper money in the alley. Fortunately, the door had already been opened, and Bai Lu bought a large bundle for three or five yuan, and carried it back with heavy hands.

After getting out of the car and walking for a while, Bai Lu thought of that Mrs. Yang, unless she was hungry, she would not turn on the stove, so Bai Lu didn't expect anything to eat at the next meal. Thereupon. On the way, I bought two drawers of xiaolongbao, unlike Bailu in 2015 in the south, where the packaging was packed in plastic boxes and plastic bags. At this time, it is wrapped in oiled paper, and the taste of the freshly baked is particularly good, but unfortunately Bailu is already full.

Thinking of having to reheat when he eats again at noon, Bai Lu misses the online ordering of the origin of time and space. In the era of advanced takeout, it was very convenient.

When she returned to the small house, Mrs. Yang had already fallen asleep. At this time, it was about 10 o'clock in the morning, Bai Lu felt that it would be strange if the old lady did not lie down and sleep, last night mahjong played until the middle of the night, and today she is still alive. Then she is too energetic.

Boil water, then wash your hands and face with tap water, otherwise it will be so cold that you will shiver. Many of the faucets outside are frozen, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the water is dripping into ice.

In fact, Bai Lu felt that the situation of this task was still better than the previous one in Ligou Village in the Blind Mountain. Although it was a few years earlier than that mission in time and space, it was a barbaric place deep in the mountains of Qianling, but now it is in Kyoto, even if it is only in the suburbs, it is also near the heart of Huaguo, and all the facilities are still in the forefront of the country.

For the life in the mountain village without running water, Bai Lu does not miss it at all, and the common people in the suburbs of Kyoto have water pipes in every house, otherwise in this winter, where to go to fetch water, in a way, everything also reflects that the gap between the rich and the poor in China is too large.

Although Bai Lu is not a snob who dislikes the poor and loves the rich, who doesn't like better living conditions, so she silently prayed that when the time-space axis moves forward, she will not work for the customers of the top rich, but she will not fall into any mountain, she will just go to an ordinary family in the context of society.

You have to eat one bite at a time, and things have to come one step at a time.

When Bai Lu was free, while thinking about the development of the task plan, she looked at Feng Xiaolian's first year of junior high school Chinese textbook, the people's education version is the people's education version, Bai Lu herself was in the first year of junior high school in 2004, and there is a difference of 10 years from now, and the content of the texts included in the book is naturally different, but it is similar.

After a while, she finished the whole book, and it can be seen from the notes on the book that Feng Xiaolian is very serious in reading, and her handwriting is neat and dense, Bai Lu suspects that she has memorized every sentence that the teacher said related to the text, and she is really a diligent and good student.

It was almost noon, Mrs. Yang was still asleep, Bai Lu warmed up the buns she bought in the morning, and when she went to the toilet and turned around to bring them out, she saw that Mrs. Yang, who was sleeping soundly in the room, had already gotten up and was still eating Bai Lu's hot xiaolongbao.

"Big girl, where did you buy it?" Mrs. Yang stuffed it into her mouth one by one, chewing and baring her teeth, and the oil and water overflowed from the corners of her mouth.

Bai Lu frowned and didn't answer, the old lady just ate what others had made, not only was she selfish but also lazy enough, she washed her hands and served it, and there were only three of the 16 xiaolongbao left!

"Big girl, grandma gave you a bun to eat. Mrs. Yang immediately eliminated two of the only three buns left, and the remaining one was "given" to Bai Lu, with that tone, as if she had done something loving.

Bai Lu was very disgusted in his heart, but his face was calm: "Thank you." ”

The old lady was full of food and drink, and seemed to plan to lie down and continue to sleep, because she usually went out to play mahjong around three o'clock in the afternoon, and recuperated before the time came.

"Grandma. Bai Lu stopped Mrs. Yang: "Today is my father's first seven." ”

"Hmm. ”

"I'll be back to school tomorrow. ”

"Oh. ”

"Grandma, you ......"

"What?" Mrs. Yang was actually a little confused, and her only energy was focused on how to play her cards at night, and she didn't care much about Bai Lu's words.

Seeing this, Bai Lu said no more.

At around three o'clock in the afternoon, Mrs. Yang used a broken tooth comb to comb her hair neatly, and then went out.

Bai Lu thought about it and followed.

After walking for a while, I took the small three-wheeled and arrived at a small street, followed by a small alley, similar to a mahjong room teahouse.

Bai Lu hid behind the telephone pole, and when she saw Mrs. Yang greeting the woman who was peeling edamame at the door, she knew that it was an acquaintance.

Bai Lu hadn't figured out how to deal with Mrs. Yang, who was addicted to gambling, but when she passed by on a small tricycle just now, she saw a no-gambling slogan on the wall of the old house, such as:

Small gambling hurts, big gambling hurts home, stay away from gambling, home and business.

Also: Crack down on illegal gambling activities!

Bai Lu raised her eyebrows, thinking about it-

Author's note: Guess what Xiaolu is going to do~

Thank you, dear Yuan Chunxue, for the evaluation vote (*^-^*)

Today's first update~ (to be continued)