The next morning, Meng Tao took a car to the city again.

I bought everything I should have bought yesterday, and today I am purely playing, and I plan to visit several famous attractions in the city.

When you enter the city, you can get off at a stop, since it is a play, it is still mainly on foot.

Meng Tao deliberately changed the rubber-soled shoes, although they are not as good as the brand-name casual shoes of later generations, but they are still very good to walk, much stronger than cloth shoes, and the thin cloth shoes that are about to wear out were thrown directly into the trash by her.

The new clothes are also worn, a set of pale yellow ready-to-wear, called Lenin's suit, hanging on the counter to look good, it is not very good to wear, very comfortable, mainly because the lathe cut is really meticulous, the quality requirements of the current garment factory have nothing to say, Meng Tao looks at himself more and more interesting when he looks in the mirror, and he also fantasizes that it will look better if he has two braids, and he feels that his aesthetic has gradually moved closer to this era.

After strolling around until noon, Meng Tao saw that there was a shop on the opposite street that said that it was a Republican-run restaurant, so he went over to look for food.

Walking to the door of the hotel, there happened to be a person coming out inside, it was a little boy, his eyes didn't look at the road, he rushed forward without a head or a brain, Meng Tao couldn't dodge, and unfortunately bumped into each other.

The boy looked like he was five or six years old, very thin, and after the collision, he fell to the ground with a bang, but Meng Tao was still standing steadily.

Meng Tao was about to bend down to help the little boy up, but saw him quickly turn over and pull a cloth bag that fell to the ground, followed by Wow Wow and cried, Meng Tao couldn't see it, the cloth bag leaked out of the soup and water, and the fragrance of green onions, it should be a lunch box with food, the boy carried it in his hand, no wonder he heard the clang, and it was all spilled.

The little boy cried loudly, many people looked at it, and Meng Tao was busy comforting: "Don't cry, don't cry, tell me what's in it?" ”

The little boy wiped his tears and said, "Grandma is not at home today, grandpa asked me to buy a bowl of noodle soup, and we ate the nest, but now it is all spilled, grandpa has no food, and I have no food." ”

"Oh, it would be nice to buy another bowl."

"But there's no money."

"I have, I touched your bag, I will compensate you."

"Really?"

"Well, come with me."

Meng Tao picked up the boy, took him to a table and sat down, opened the cloth bag and looked at it, it was a medium-sized square aluminum lunch box, all the soup was spilled, there were a few pitiful noodles left, and a few green onions.

This is the noodle soup that the boy said, the cheapest in the restaurant, can't satisfy hunger, and is generally eaten with steamed buns.

"What about the nest you just said?" Meng Tao asked.

"At Grandpa's, two, one grandpa and one for me, the nest head is a little hard, and it tastes good when soaked in hot noodle soup." The boy replied.

Meng Tao looked at the boy with a pale face, sighed in his heart, and said, "The hot noodle soup is very hot, what if you take it yourself and spill it again?" Why don't I send you back? ”

The boy was also afraid of spilling the noodle soup again, and his grandfather didn't have anything to eat, so he nodded: "It's not far, it's in the alley in front." ”

Meng Tao went to the ticket window to buy a ticket, and asked for a bowl of noodle soup, four meat buns, and two braised eggs, which was considered to be a shock to the little boy.

After making the noodle soup, the meat buns were also just out of the cage, hot and soft, Meng Tao handed one to the boy and asked him to eat it first, and the other few were wrapped in oiled paper and packed into cloth bags together with braised eggs and lunch boxes.

The little boy hesitated and didn't dare to eat, Meng Tao said, "Eat, I'll knock off your soup and pay you buns." ”

When the little boy heard this, he happily took a big bite and swallowed it before he remembered to say, "Thank you, sister." ”

In order to let the little boy eat, Meng Tao deliberately led him to walk slowly and chatted with him.

"What's your name?"

"Xiaocheng."

"Xiaocheng, your grandfather is an adult, why didn't he come to make noodle soup?"

"Grandpa goes to work, and he can't leave the doorman, so I'm here."

"Oh, so your grandfather is from the communication room."

"What is a communication room? Grandpa is guarding the dilapidated warehouse. ”

"What do you mean by a broken warehouse?"

"It's just that it's full of that other people don't want."

“……”

Meng Tao and Xiao Cheng went to his grandfather, only to know that the dilapidated warehouse he was talking about was actually an old courtyard deep in the alley, looking in from the half-open courtyard door, it was full of tables and chairs with missing arms and legs, as well as broken porcelain pieces all over the ground, looking at those antique furniture, what else did Meng Tao not understand? This is the "feudal dross" swept out of the "four olds"!

She felt her heart beat faster significantly, most of the things in the yard were actually valuable antiques, it was a pity to destroy them, and it would be good if she could save a few things.

Grandpa Xiaocheng listened to his grandson's story, thanked Meng Tao very much, invited her to sit in the small porter on duty to rest, and told Meng Tao that his surname was Huang, and Meng Tao called him Uncle Huang.

"Uncle Huang, what good things are you guarding this warehouse?"

"Alas, there are no good things, and the good ones are not sent here, they are all rags. As for the mountain of bad stuff in the yard, a car will come and pull it away tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, and take it to the factory for fuel. ”

Meng Tao was stunned: although the distance was farther, she still saw the exquisite and quaint carved patterns on the destroyed furniture, the wood was very good, some of the colors were black and shiny, revealing a heavy sense of age, I didn't realize what kind of wood it was, but it must be extremely precious and rare, so it was a pity to use it as fuel.

"Uncle Huang, can I go in and have a visit?" Meng Tao asked.

"Well...... this"

Uncle Huang walked to the gate and looked at both sides, turned around and said: "If you want to see it, go and see it, go inside and enter the courtyard, there are old books and newspapers piled up in a room, a few little girls also came to pick up some books and paintings a while ago, if you like it, take a few...... Hurry up and go back quickly, not too long, for fear that someone will deliver the goods and bump into it. ”

Meng Tao agreed and went inside, Xiao Cheng wanted to follow her, Meng Tao coaxed: "Sister wants to find a few books, it's too dusty to turn over, you should be here with grandpa." ”

Uncle Huang also came over to pull Xiaocheng: "Eat the meal first." ”

While the two of them went into the hut to eat, Meng Tao walked to the courtyard.

After passing by the pile of antique furniture, I can only look at it regretfully, there are too many to take, and besides, it is under the nose of Uncle Huang, but I don't dare to mess around.