"Eat this tonight?"

Bao Guowei put down the book and looked at the rice that had just been brought on the desk: a bowl of sticky rice soup, in a ball, with some green vegetables and shredded meat that I don't know what it was. Feeling a little nauseous in his stomach, he turned to Lao Bao and asked.

Lao Bao stared at the scene of Bao Guowei studying hard, and when he saw his son suddenly put down the book and asked himself, he thought that the soup was emitting a bad smell and disturbed his hard work. Hurriedly answered:

"Huh? What's the matter, don't you love this soup? You came back late tonight, and I still warmed it up, did the soup go bad after a long time? ”

"No, I just don't want to eat this, you can change it for me. I want to eat egg fried rice, put more salt in the rice overnight, fry until the rice grains crackle on the pot, put some chopped green onions, and it is best to sprinkle some cucumber crushed to relieve greasy, the egg fried rice sold on the street is not delicious, let Hu Da do it! ”

Hu Da is a cook, and his skills are naturally much better than Lao Bao, an old man who manages chores, but it's so late, and he will trouble Hu Da again......

"Go! Don't forget to ask Hu Da to add some bacon to me. ”

Bao Guowei saw that his father was stunned, urged, and kicked the desk leg twice, which shook the rice bowls on the wooden table with a clanging sound.

"Eh, eh, okay, I'll go."

Lao Bao saw that his son was a little angry, so he hurriedly picked up the rice bowl and walked to the outhouse, and put the bowl in front of his nose to smell it as he walked, to see if the soup was broken. It's not rancid, but it seems to be some? Lao Bao always felt that this bowl of soup was disturbing his son's hard work, even if he thought it was a good soup, it was also a bowl of soup!

I heard that the foreign school also has to take the physical education test, if the son can eat better, he can enter the foreign school for sports, and the father can't drag the child back, Lao Bao thought while walking.

After flickering the old bag away, Bao Guowei put his hands on the back of his neck, leaned back on the back of the chair, took a deep breath, held it up, stretched his waist and stretched his muscles, exhaled a stomach of turbid air, and then took a sharp breath, and his brain was suddenly cold and clear.

"Hey, it's the third day, wearing it on the poor ghost of 1927, if you want to live a good life, you can only run, and you have to wait until the next century to live a little better. In the future, we will have to fight until the sky is dark, and even if we survive the war, the rich land will be gone, and the luck of the educated will not be good in a few years, let alone the poor and stupid, and there will be many starvation......"

Obviously, Bao Guowei, who knows this, is a despicable foreigner, and he was not a decent person before his death, so he called Bao Weiwei.

After graduating from high school, I stopped going to school, opened an online store at home, and I could earn a little in the first two years, and I could earn 10,000 or 20,000 yuan a month when I had time, but then the business was difficult to do, and I even lost money.

But if Bao Weiwei is asked to find a job again, he will not be happy: in the past, he could earn 10,000 or 20,000 yuan by working four or five hours a day to open an online store, but now he can earn 3,000 or 4,000 by working in the factory for more than ten hours? I have to listen to people's calls, isn't this pure cattle and horses, I don't want to find a job.

Speaking of which, Bao Weiwei feels that he and Bao Guowei are somewhat similar. It's no wonder that he has become Bao Guowei in this movie.

As for why Bao Guowei didn't have it, he lay flat at home for two and a half years, his body was extremely weak, he didn't know how to control himself, and finally died suddenly.

Now Bao Guowei's goal is to make money and save enough money to run out before 1937. It's not that Bao Guowei is not patriotic, the main thing is that it's useless to stay here, the science he chose in high school is not good in history, and he forgot all about it in those years, and it's useless to remember, people will only be regarded as crazy people talking nonsense.

It's better to run out and find an opportunity to make money and donate it again. The platform is very important, for example, in some places, you will starve to death after hard work, and the food is not as good as picking fruits from the cotton machine, and the bark of the tree has to be eaten by rushing. When there were fewer people who starved to death, it was called Shengshi Dazhi. In some places, steaks could not be eaten in difficult times, and the poor could only get some hot dogs, canned corn, and Hoover meat.

In terms of science and technology, Bao Guowei is an ordinary person, and the already not rich scientific knowledge is useless even in the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, let alone the Republic of China period. It was also worn to the Northern Song Dynasty to invent a movable type printing technique, dedicated to the "kind-hearted" lord, if you are lucky, you can get half a tael of silver reward, or maybe because you are not doing your job properly and will be beaten with a stick.

On living more and learning over the years, how can there be a generational difference between this thing, it has been studied for thousands of years, passed down from generation to generation, and has developed to the top.

But fortunately, Bao Guowei is also hanging, otherwise with this background, it is the best solution to die. Its hanging, a strong memory, taken from the erudite strong memory, memory is very good, whether this is a hang or not remains to be discussed, after all, there are clouds in the future: small open is not open, forgetting to close is not open, closed is not open. Two of the three sufficient and unnecessary conditions have been met.

Another is that when Bao Guowei finds that he is engrossed, his sense of time will be greatly improved, just like watching a film with a low speed, it is not clear how much it is slow, and it is far less effective than the Eye of Death. The better the state, the more concentrated and nervous the mind, the stronger the stop-time effect, but the brain will heat up, and the nerves will also produce pain like fire.

When Bao Guowei discovered this ability, he couldn't help but come up with a strange idiom in his mind: pig brain overload!

Bao Guowei hasn't figured out what this ability is for, if you want to talk about shooting, it doesn't all rely on reflexes, and many people struggle to hit a fixed target. Besides, bullets don't have eyes, and they can't shoot with people, and Lao Bao will never agree.

Maybe you can learn a thousand skills to get out of the casino by relying on strong memory and time sense? But I missed a few fingers enough to chop. It's better to ask someone to play mahjong, and maybe you can earn a few children.

After thinking about it for a while, I couldn't think of a Miao Miao. Bao Guowei got up from the chair and walked a few steps from the cramped back room to his home, the musty smell dissipated, and he felt fresh.

Now it's autumn, the autumn is high and cool, and the fresh and cool air is drilling directly into the nostrils, throat, and the temple. The wind swept by, the door creaked against the wall, and the thin cotton robe also blew into the wind, and the cool breeze poured into the body, and every pore of the body seemed to open its mouth, stirring to meet the fresh air.

If you can't figure it out, you won't want to! Get some exercise! The body is the capital that changes fate.

Bao Guowei trotted a few steps on the spot to warm up, the fourteen-year-old young man's anger was prosperous, trotting for a while, twisting his waist and wide legs, and his body bones did not feel cold. So I leaned down and started push-ups.

As soon as his hand was on the ground, a somewhat obvious soreness came from the triceps and latissimus dorsi - this was the result of Bao Guowei's first day of exercise after the crossing. Excessive muscle exercise, a large amount of anaerobic respiration led to the accumulation of lactic acid, and the next day the consequences were shown, and the exercise was given up that day, and the pain was endured by rubbing and massaging, and it was only on the third night that the lactic acid was dissolved.

After doing fifteen standard slow push-ups in a row, and then doing it, his arms began to tremble, and he was a little out of strength, Bao Guowei no longer continued, but stood up and began to box.

Boxing, pretending to learn the posture in the movie, bending his arms to his chest, fighting his legs again, exchanging force one after the other, and then punching out two or three punches, "Heha" and shouting, it can really show some martial arts masters.

After only three or four minutes of fighting, the strength on my arms slowly returned, and my whole body was a little hot and sweaty. It's just that the cool breeze blows, takes a deep breath, raises his hands above his head, his fingertips are facing each other, and he slowly presses his hands to his abdomen while thinking about the dantian like the master in the novel and movie.

Should I say it or not, it really has some effect, two round trips, and the mind is calm and calm, and the breath is stable. So Bao Guowei started the second set of push-ups, and he didn't dare to do it if he had more, otherwise he would have to accumulate lactic acid again tomorrow to the point that it hurts to raise his hands.

Last night, he did push-ups and two more horse steps, Bao Guowei had no watch, so he could only count "1001" and "1002" silently, counting one second. The first time I lasted for about two minutes and twenty seconds, and the second time it was even worse, I couldn't stand it after only counting more than forty times.

Come to think of it, I don't work all day, I'm idle and a few friends wandering around, my legs haven't been practiced much, and this result is also unsatisfactory. If this is a modern student, unless he is too lightweight, like a thin monkey, he can last two minutes at the beginning of the standard horse walk, which is good.

Speaking of weight, Bao Guowei is not as thin as in the movie, probably because he has eaten less growth hormone, and at the age of fourteen, he has not awakened the love between men and women, and he doesn't care much about body management, but he is a little fat, with a height of one meter and sixty-nine, and his weight has come to sixty-five kilograms.

You must know that Bao Guowei is only 14 years old this year, and his bones and organs have not yet fully developed, so Bao Guowei's weight is really not blown, and he can step into the threshold of overweight if he weighs two or three kilograms.

After beating Wang Baquan again, Bao Guowei walked back to the back room, and a vague smell of rotten wood and oil stains lingered on the tip of his nose. Fortunately, he was used to the smell, Bao Guowei walked to his room, took out the third book from right to left from the desk, and threw it on the side of the bed.

After washing his face and feet with some water, Bao Guowei came to the bedside, threw off a slipper with his left foot, and lay heavily on the bed, crossing Erlang's legs, which was called a comfort.

Bao Guowei picked up the book and prepared to read it, but the sky was a little dark and he couldn't see clearly. And when he stretched out his foot to reach his slippers, and when he reached one, he stepped on them and stood up, with his other foot still on the edge of the bed. Bao Guowei leaned forward, opened the drawer under the desk, took a box of matches, grabbed a somewhat dirty candlestick, and inserted a new one.

The stool was pulled to the side of the bed, the candlestick was placed, the match was lit and the candle was lit, and the room was a little bright.

At this time, Bao Guowei lay down again, picked up the book, looked at the cover, and wrote in traditional Chinese: Chinese textbooks for primary schools, the Commercial Press. Until now, Bao Guowei is still a little unaccustomed to reading from right to left. If you think about the New Culture Movement that is occasionally mentioned in the newspapers, whether it is the thunder and the rain that is small, the way the textbook is written has not changed until now.

Open the book, look at the articles inside, the words are basically recognized, there are some that you don't know, you can also calculate according to the context before and after, read twenty or thirty pages, and there are not many words that can be regarded as a roadblock.

Although they all seem to be recognized, it is not the same thing to write, Bao Guowei's purpose is mainly to remember the way to write words and change habits, not to be able to read, otherwise he will be laughed at when he writes a hand of simplified Chinese characters after school.

This is the third book Bao Guowei has read, one book a day. After skimming through the book and memorizing some of the characters with very different strokes, Bao Guowei turned the book to the first page and began to focus on memorizing specific traditional characters.