"Master, it's okay, give some, a copper plate is fine."

The voice of a child came from behind the old bag, and when he turned his head, it turned out to be a little beggar, and his two fingers were still tugging at the corners of his clothes.

This little beggar is not big, less than the waist of Lao Bao, it is estimated that he is not even ten years old, his face is yellow and thin, he wears an ill-fitting long gown, which hangs down to his knees, and there are oil stains on his head, and there are white spots, perhaps because his clothes are on the ground and stained with some dust.

The little beggar was barefoot, and in one hand he was still dangling a broken bowl, and there was not a single copper in it, but only a few broken stones, which crashed into each other with a clang.

"Go, go, go! Go aside! ”

Lao Bao didn't have the kindness to send it to others, Bao Guowei's Si Dankang hadn't bought it yet, he immediately wanted to slap the little beggar's hand away, but he was a little disgusted that he was a little dirty, one hand was frozen in the air, and he still couldn't shoot it.

The little beggar was not afraid of being beaten, and dragged the corner of the old bag with two fingers:

"Okay, sir, I want to go out of the city and find my father."

"Get out of the way! I'm still looking for your father, go home and find your mother! ”

"I'm dead! The money in the family, I paid the dead man's tax, and now I have to pay the tax when I transport people out of the city, I have no money, and I still owe the dead man's tax and have not paid. ”

Wo died in a dialect, that is, the meaning of starvation, and I heard that the little beggar meant to take his mother's body out of the city, and to go north, and to find his father.

Lao Bao has recently learned a lot of culture from others, so he remembered this idiom: wishful thinking.

The Northern Expedition was tight, and there were more and more reasons for collecting taxes in the city, and Lao Bao had long heard from the subordinates of the Qin Mansion that now the dead had to pay.

The reason given by the government is that if a person dies and wants to occupy the land, he must first pay inheritance tax and land occupation tax, but the big families have really never seen anyone pay, and those who really pay the money are the poor.

Now there are taxes to be paid for transporting things out of the city, including dung, and the natural dead cannot escape.

Although these things are somewhat unreliable, no one wants to take care of them, and those who are big officials wish they could collect more taxes so that they can use the money to fight.

Lao Bao suddenly remembered that when Guo Weiniang died, the coffin money was also borrowed from someone, but at that time, the dead did not have to pay taxes.

"Let's go! Don't pull me! ”

Receiving the influence of Bao Guowei, Master Bao has been a little kind-hearted recently, and he can't see this, he took out a dime and threw it into the little beggar's bowl like a big man, but in fact, he was distressed in his heart.

Regardless of whether what this little beggar said is true or not, Lao Bao should be regarded as accumulating merit for national maintenance!

……

As soon as he entered the head oil store, Lao Bao looked at the dazzling array of bottles and cans, and was dazzled for a long time, not knowing which one to choose, and not finding any Kang's head oil, so he had to find the shopkeeper and ask:

"Boss, is there that hair oil, what is it called, Shi Dankang's?"

Lao Bao always can't remember this kind of name that seems to come from the West.

The shopkeeper, a man in his forties, with a bearded face full of stubble, was reading a newspaper when he heard Lao Bao asking, and first looked at his clothes before deciding whether to reply to him.

Lao Bao no longer wore the big cotton clothes this time, but wore a black long shirt, not a short shirt, first, this is autumn, the weather is cold; Second, since Lu Xun published the story of the vernacular article "Kong Yiji", it is easy to be looked down upon if he wears a short shirt.

He also wears glasses - Lao Bao has never liked glasses before, because he thinks that a piece of clothing that has been worn for ten years and has patches everywhere is too mismatched with glasses, and it will make people laugh.

In addition to the habitual rickety of his waist, Lao Bao still looks like a Sven person, probably able to buy things, but ......

Stankang head oil! That is Guangshengxing's old rival, Guangshengxing wants to enter the upper market, but has always been pressed down by Si Dankang: the world only knows Si Dankang, but does not know Guangsheng's twin sister oil!

Why did this old man come here to buy Si Dangkang?

"What Shi Dankang? We have hair growth oil here, Guangsheng Hong's hair growth oil, Shuangmei brand hair growth oil, and Guangshenghong's flower water, which can repel mosquitoes, and now there are many mosquitoes at night, so I bought it just ......"

As he spoke, the shopkeeper took up a few small colorful bottles from the cabinet below, and the label on the top was still labeled: cheap and high-quality.

Lao Bao doesn't buy these things, Bao Guowei emphasized that he wanted Si Dankang several times, and asked him to buy them when he went out this morning:

"But what I want is Si Stankang, I don't want anything else."

After all, it was the first time to step into this kind of luxury goods store, and Lao Bao was a little restrained, putting both hands in his sleeves, looking left and right, for fear that the owner or the customers inside would think that he was the first time to come to this kind of store.

"Without Si Stankang, it's sold out! And you look at the signboard on the top of this store, Guangsheng Xing Faye! Guangsheng Bank sells hair growth oil and toilet water, not head oil! ”

The shopkeeper looked a little angry, and spoke louder, and he put a few bottles back down, and clanged them.

"Huh? It's sold out, so where is it still sold? ”

"Go to the west and see, where can you find it."

The shopkeeper pointed in a direction, but did not deceive the old bag, there is indeed a head oil shop in the west, specializing in high-end head oil, but it is a little far, and the old bag has to run again.

Lao Bao sighed, walked out of the store, and found that the little beggar had disappeared just now.

I'm afraid I'll never see it again.

Walking on the road, Lao Bao suddenly felt that the corner of his clothes was pulled again.

When I turned around, I saw a bunch of sugar gourds.

……

In the first and fourth classes of the provincial middle school, the students were a little excited, chattering about which club to join or what to eat at noon.

A green square note was passed around in the class, and finally passed to Bao Guowei through An Shuzhen in front.

"What is this for?"

Guo Chun tilted his head over curiously and looked at it.

Bao Guowei glanced at it, and the letter read: Seeing words is like meeting, showing a letter and feeling comfortable - Baozi, what club did you add? Your good classmate Xu Weiye stayed.

After reading the note, Bao Guowei raised his head, and a student sitting in the third row was turning his head to look at him, with a smile on his face, this person Bao Guowei was really impressive, the person who called him "Baozi" at the beginning.

He was one of the people who delivered snacks to Bao Guowei in the morning, and he gave hawthorn slices, but at this time it had already entered Chen Jinhua's stomach.

Picking up a pencil, Bao Guowei wrote with a pen: "Martial Arts Club, Music Club", and answered truthfully.

"Guo Chun, do you know this Xu Weiye?"

Bao Guowei wanted to know the family background of that classmate who was a little familiar, and if the background was hard, he would make more friends.

Guo Chun thought about it seriously, but he really didn't have any impression: "I don't know,"

The note was passed back the original way, An Shuzhen also took a look after getting the note, she originally chose two social service clubs, and after seeing this note, she silently erased one with an eraser, and also added a music club, which will be convenient for asking Bao Guowei about arithmetic and grid problems in the future.

Xu Weiye was very happy after receiving this note, "Martial arts club? Music club? I know, the bun must be added to the sports club! Hurry up and give money! Get a dollar! ”

"How so? Did he really add a martial arts club? ”

Li Junhua sat behind Xu Weiye at the beginning of school, and he already knew how jumpy his temperament was, and he was still a little unconvinced by the nonsense he was talking about all day long, and poked Xu Weiye's back: "Show me the note!" ”

After reading the note, Li Xianfeng rubbed his brows: "Forget about the cultural class, and now you still practice martial arts?" ”

"Hehe, he's a genius, don't you know, who is the super shooter in the mouth of the group of people on the Mount Everest team, Wen can put pen to paper to calm the world, Wu can go to the horse to set the world, only I am the general."

Xu Weiye said disdainfully to Li Xianxian.

"Shall I you!"

Li Junhua didn't know how to respond, he lost a dollar, was in a bad mood, scolded, and ticked a martial arts club on the registration form.