Seventy cannon fodder is a ruthless man

Chapter 27 Warehouse
The next morning, Meng Tao took the car to the city again.

I bought everything I should have bought yesterday. Today is purely for fun. I plan to visit several famous scenic spots in the city.

Entering the urban area, you can get off at any stop at will. Since it is a play, it is still mainly walking.

Meng Tao deliberately changed to rubber-soled shoes. Although they were not as good as later-generation brand-name casual shoes, they were still able to walk very well. They were much better than cloth shoes. She threw those thin cloth shoes that were wearing out quickly and threw them directly into the trash.

I also put on new clothes, a set of light yellow ready-to-wear clothes, called Lenin's clothes. It doesn't look very good when hanging on the counter. It looks good and comfortable to wear. The main reason is that the tailors are really careful. There is nothing to say about the quality requirements. The more Meng Tao looks at herself in the mirror, the more interesting she becomes, and she imagines that it would look better if she had two braids. She feels that her aesthetics are gradually moving closer to this era.

Wandering around at noon, her stomach was rumbling about the empty city. Meng Tao saw that there was a restaurant on the opposite street that said it was a restaurant operated by the Republic of China, so she went to look for something to eat.

When he walked to the door of the hotel, someone just happened to come out. It was a little boy. He couldn't see the road and rushed forward without thinking. Meng Tao couldn't dodge, and unfortunately bumped into each other.

The boy looked five or six years old and was very thin. After the collision, he fell to the ground, but Meng Tao was still standing firmly.

Meng Tao was about to bend over to pick up the little boy, but saw that he quickly turned over to pick up a cloth bag that had fallen to the ground, and then burst into tears. There is also the scent of green onions. There should be a lunch box with food in it. The boy was carrying it. No wonder he heard a clanging sound, and it was all spilled.

The little boy cried so loudly that many people looked over. Meng Tao was busy comforting: "Don't cry, don't cry, tell me what's inside?"

The little boy wiped his tears and said, "Grandma isn't at home today. Grandpa asked me to buy a bowl of noodle soup. We both eat wotou, but now it's all spilled. Grandpa can't eat it, and neither can I."

"Oh, just buy another bowl."

"But there is no money."

"I have, I knocked off your bag, I will pay you."

"Really?"

"Well, come with me."

Meng Tao took the boy and took him to a table to sit down. He opened the cloth bag and took a look. Inside was a medium-sized square aluminum lunch box. Some green onions.

This is the noodle soup the boy said, the cheapest in the restaurant, and it is not enough to satisfy hunger. It is usually eaten with steamed buns.

"Where's the wotou you just said?" Meng Tao asked.

"At grandpa's place, two, one grandpa and one me, the wotou is a bit hard, it's delicious to soak in hot noodle soup." The boy replied.

Meng Tao looked at the little boy with a pale face, sighed in her heart, and said, "The hot noodle soup is very hot, what if you take it yourself and spill it again? How about I take you back?"

The boy was also afraid that the noodle soup would be spilled again. Grandpa didn't have to eat it, so he nodded: "Not far, just in the alley in front."

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

After the noodle soup was made, the meat buns were just out of the cage and were warm and soft. Meng Tao handed one to the boy and let him eat it first. The other ones were wrapped in oil paper and put into a cloth bag together with the marinated eggs and the lunch box.

The little boy hesitated and did not dare to eat it, Meng Tao said, "Eat it, I will knock out your soup and pay you the steamed buns."

When the little boy heard it, he took a big bite happily. After swallowing it, he remembered to say, "Thank you, sister."

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

"What's your name?"

"Xiaocheng."

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

"Grandpa goes to work and can't do without the door, so I'm here."

"Oh, so your grandfather was the messenger."

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

"What is a junk warehouse?"

"That's right, it's full of junk that others don't want."

"..."

Meng Tao and Xiao Cheng went to his grandfather's place, only to find out that the dilapidated warehouse he was talking about was actually an old courtyard deep in the alley. The chair case and the broken tiles all over the floor, looking at the antique furniture, what else does Meng Tao not understand?This is the "feudal dregs" swept away by the "broken four olds"!

She felt her heartbeat speed up significantly. Most of the things in the yard were actually valuable antiques. It was a pity that they were destroyed.

After hearing what his grandson said, Grandpa Xiaocheng thanked Meng Tao very much. He invited her to sit in the small gatehouse on duty for a break, and told Meng Tao that his surname was Huang, and Meng Tao called him Uncle Huang.

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

"Hey, there's no good stuff anymore. I don't send the good stuff here. It's all junk. Just the pile of bad household goods in the yard, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, a car will come and take it away and use it as fuel in the factory."

Meng Tao was stunned: Although she was far away, she could still see the exquisite and quaint carved patterns on the destroyed furniture. The wood was very good, and some of the colors were black and shiny, showing a heavy sense of age. She didn't know what it was. Wood, but it must be extremely precious and rare, it is a pity to use it as fuel like this.

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

"This is..."

Uncle Huang walked to the gate and looked at both sides, then turned around and said, "If you want to see it, go and see it, there is a courtyard when you go inside, there are old books and newspapers piled up in a room, and a few little girls came here a while ago. I picked out some books and paintings, and if you like it, take a few copies... hurry up and go back quickly, it can't be too long, I'm afraid someone will deliver it, and it's not good to bump into it."

Meng Tao agreed and went inside. Xiao Cheng wanted to follow her. Meng Tao coaxed: "Sister wants to find some books, but it's too dusty when you flip through it. You should stay here with grandpa."

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

Meng Tao walked into the courtyard while the grandfather and the two entered the hut for dinner.

Passing by the pile of antique furniture, I can only look at it regretfully. There are too many, and I can't handle it. Besides, it is under the eyes of Uncle Huang, so I dare not mess around.

　Two more to come.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)