Bao Guowei cares very much about his external image.

In any era, a good-looking appearance is very important, and many things pay attention to an eye edge, which can be achieved with an eye edge, and cannot be achieved without an eye edge.

There is a fragment of "Historical Records: The Biography of the Marquis of Huaiyin" recorded in the Chinese textbook, which says: "...... Thirteen of his generation have been beheaded, the second to the letter, the letter is to look up, it is appropriate to see Teng Gong's on the world if you don't want it? What is a strong man! Teng Gongqi said, strengthened his appearance, and released but did not cut it. ”

It means that Han Xin is about to be cut down, he has been sentenced to the execution ground, and he has already cut off thirteen heads, and when he wants to cut Han Xin, he said: "Isn't the superior unwilling to save the world?" Why kill those who are capable? ”

Teng Gong listened to what Han Xin said, and saw that he really looked like a strong man, so he let him go and did not kill him.

If Han Xin is born with a pickled appearance, it will be annoying at first glance, I am afraid that even if it is the first day, Teng Gong will not look down on him.

Bao Guowei took off his black suit on the outside, revealing the pure white lining inside.

People rely on clothes, this time Bao Guowei looked at the mirror again: his temperament looked much cleaner, a little like a young master who returned from studying in the West.

No one can come out, this is the son of a subordinate, Bao Guowei is very satisfied with his current image.

Put on his coat, open the door, and Bao Guowei walked out.

The heat from the stove suffocated him, probably because of his recent exercise, his blood was more vigorous, and he liked to blow a cool breeze.

As soon as he came out, he saw Guo Chun talking to Gong Deming, his hand on the table, supporting his face:

"My dad was going to send me to Shanghai Mansion University, and the principal there was my dad's old classmate in London......"

There are already a few dishes on the table, the dishes and chopsticks have been placed, and it is now lunch time, and the rice has already been heated and has been served in the bowl.

Several people haven't moved their chopsticks yet, and it seems that they are waiting for Bao Guowei.

Sweet and sour sea bass, tiger skin chicken feet, braised pork, sauce-grilled pork ribs......

If a meat dish is placed in an ordinary person's home, it must be eaten during the Chinese New Year or when there is a happy event - it may not be able to be eaten.

Even in the relatively prosperous Gusu, most people need to plan a few days in advance if they want to eat a few bites of meat.

Chen Jinhua looked at these dishes, endured the hunger in his stomach, and swallowed saliva in his mouth, but Guo Chun hadn't moved his chopsticks yet, so he couldn't eat first

Guo Chunzheng was talking to Gong Deming, when he heard the sound of the door sliding, he caught a glimpse of someone coming out of the bathroom, and took a look: "Oh, it turned out to be Bao Guowei." ”

As soon as he turned his head back, and was about to continue to speak to Gong Deming, Guo Chun realized that something was wrong, and suddenly looked back: "Bao Guowei!" ”

If it was said that in Guo Chun's eyes before, Bao Guowei was still a young student two levels younger than himself, but now he is like a fledgling and somewhat sharp advanced young man in college - and he looks a lot better.

Guo Chun didn't quite understand how Bao Guowei went into the bathroom and how he came out like this:

"Bao Guowei! Have you oiled your hair? ”

"Hehe, it's just a little bit of Si Dankang, it's a lot more handsome, right?"

"Just wiped a little bit of Stendron?"

While speaking, Bao Guowei walked over and sat on the chair, picked up the chopsticks, and clicked the table twice, ready to start.

Guo Chun didn't believe it, he really didn't wear some cosmetics or anything like that?

But if a man is chased and asks why another man has suddenly become a lot better-looking, it will still make people a little embarrassed.

"Forget it, let's eat, let's eat!"

Gong Deming pulled his white scarf and looked at Bao Guowei's current image: It's really good-looking.

This made Gong Deming resound what he had just done: If I could grow up like Bao Guowei, would Xiaofang still love me, and would she abandon me today?

"Eh, Bao Guowei, how many friends have you had?"

Gong Deming was a little curious, Bao Guowei could be handsome like this by wiping his head oil, I am afraid that he has harmed many women before, right?

"Not ever."

"Haven't been? Really? Do you want me to introduce you to one, it looks good. ”

Gong Deming still doesn't believe it, even he has looked for five or six himself, Bao Guowei is still the same as Chen Jinhua, a chick?

"Don't bother you, thank you, I don't have that idea yet."

Bao Guowei shook his head, picked up a tiger skin chicken claw and gnawed on it, some salty, some sweet, really delicious.

The two have very different philosophies, which comes from the clash of times.

Although the Draft Civil Code stipulates that it is forbidden for men to marry under the age of 16 and women under the age of 15.

However, at this time, the whole country has not even achieved unity on paper, and how can anyone abide by such regulations?

There are many people who marry out to be child brides at the age of eight or nine.

Like Gong Deming, who has a good family background, it is not a new thing to find a good friend at this age.

Worst! There was ginger in the chicken feet, and Bao Guowei inadvertently took a bite and was numb by the bitter tongue.

……

The width of the rickshaw is generally no more than four feet and can seat two people.

There are a total of four people in the Guo family this time, so Zhou Laifu wants to hire two rickshaws.

Go to the car dealer to find someone to pull, and the starting price of a good car will cost two cents - but this money has nothing to do with the driver's income, at least seventy percent of the money has to go into the hands of the car dealer, not counting the runner's car rental fee.

"Gong Deming, you sit with Chen Jinhua, and I will sit with Bao Guowei."

Guo Chun said to Gong Deming, and Gong Deming got into a car with Chen Jinhua with a disgusted face.

Sitting in the rickshaw, Bao Guowei leaned on the chair, a little uncomfortable, this is the first time he has made a rickshaw, and he is not very used to this feeling of treating people as cattle and horses.

The pedestrians on the road looked at the group of young masters sitting on the rickshaw with envy, which made Chen Jinhua happy, stretched out his hand and waved it to greet them.

"Mother, I want to take a rickshaw in the future."

A child in a gray shirt with ripped holes looked up and said to his mother.

The child is trembling all over, his legs are swinging, but he doesn't feel cold at all, he has survived last winter, and he is a year older this year, and the child is vigorous, and this autumn naturally does not feel cold.

And this mother is still worried about how to buy a new dress for her child - her job is gone, her husband died in the Northern Expedition, no military pay, no pension.

Textile factories were shut down, workers were no longer taught to weave, and wages were no longer paid.

Textile factories throughout the city are preparing for this winter – to teach all the poor to put their savings out and buy a high-priced cotton garment.

It didn't matter if she died, but what happened next......

"Son...... Or you're going to pull ......."

Looking at the little boy who couldn't reach his waist, this nineteen-year-old mother said this nonsense.

She burst into tears, and this person who was supposed to be the age of a "girl" fell to the ground.

A small coin was thrown at her feet, and it made a "click" sound, and it spun in circles and finally fell to the ground.

On the rickshaw, a man in a suit with a big back comb looked at her sideways.