I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

When Xu Ayu heard Wei Miao's caring words, he was about to speak, but Wang Weiling, who was answering questions next to him, had already started reporting.

"My aunt gave birth to a little boy, and my uncle brought some red eggs early in the morning. My mother specially saved one for my eldest brother."

Wei Miao wrung out the towel to wipe his face and threw the water drops in his hand at Wei Ling, scaring her so much that she ran away, glaring at her brother with her hands on her hips.

Wei Miao continued to ask: "Is my aunt okay?"

Although Xu Ayu was tired, her face was relaxed. When she heard Wei Miaoxian caring about her aunt, she felt that her daughter was kind-hearted.

"After all, I was old. I was in pain from the evening until midnight before I gave birth to a six-pound baby boy."

Wei Miao was happy about the arrival of a new baby. He wanted to ask a few more questions when Lu Pingsheng's voice came from the door.

"Are you all right?"

Wei Ling and the others said happily, "Okay."

Xu Ayu knew that Lu Pingsheng took the children to eat wontons this morning, and said to Wei Miao:

"I'm making soup for your aunt, leaving a bowl for you."

Wei Miao nodded heavily with a greedy expression, which made Xu Ayu feel better.

"Mom, please drink one more bowl too, so we can have a little brother."

Xu Ayu looked at the children rushing out, touched her belly, cursed with a smile, and turned into the kitchen.

Lu Pingsheng took a group of children to the wonton stall in Xiao Jiangsu, and the alley became lively with the chattering of the children.

The wonton stall was crowded with people, the scallion pancakes in Grandma Cui's pot were sizzling, and the aroma filled the entire alley.

After saying hello, someone stared at Wei Miao's head and said:

"Ah Miao, which barber did your haircut? Did he compensate you?"

Wei Miao rubbed his head and laughed:

"In order to save money, I found a barber on the street. When I went back to look for him, he had already run away."

When the people around thought of that scene, they burst into laughter.

The culprit ate the wontons without changing his expression.

After a group of people asked Wei Miao about the customs and culture of Peking, they started talking about other things.

"Ah Miao, I heard that you made a lot of money running errands for Mr. Lu in Peking. Why does your father still go out to sell braised food every morning?"

"I'm just a kid, how can I compare with the money my father earns." Wei Miao was humble and silently raised Wei Ada's status.

After hearing this, the others all laughed in understanding. No matter how hard a child works, he can never earn as much as an adult.

They secretly calculated that after deducting the costs, the profit of the Wei family's braised meat stall could be more than thirty dollars.

I wonder what Xu Ayu's expression would be if he knew that the profit they calculated was so low.

"Hey, why didn't I see Mrs. Dong today?"

"Yes, at this time in the past, she would always come to Xiao Jiangsu's house with her waist twisted to buy wontons."

"Maybe I was too tired last night." Someone laughed lewdly.

Grandma Cui spat, "What are you talking about? Can't you see there are children going to school?"

No matter how unpromising Grandma Cui's son is, he is still a poor man. The big shots look down on him, but ordinary people still avoid him.

In addition, Grandma Cui is a decent person and is old, so people in the alley still respect her.

So everyone quickly changed the subject.

"Have you heard? There is an infectious disease in the shantytowns. Once infected, people will die in a few days."

"Really?" someone was surprised.

"It's true. It's said to be plague, brought from the Northeast. Some say it came from Ningbo."

Lu Pingsheng took the wonton spoon and it hit the bowl, making a crisp sound.

"Don't worry, Mr. Lu. The shantytown has been cordoned off by the police. People can only go in but not out. I'm afraid you won't survive."

Wei Miao didn't react much. She took a bite of the scallion pancake and took a sip of the wonton soup, feeling the most ordinary everyday life, and felt refreshed.

It was only after she finished her meal that she noticed that something was wrong with Lu Pingsheng's expression, but she didn't think much about it.

"Hurry up and go to school, kids. Come back early after school. Mom said she'll make grass rings, fried gluten stuffed with meat, and pickled pork with preserved vegetables tonight."

After hearing this, Wei Ling and the others opened their greasy little mouths, their eyes full of joy.

"Brother Lu, can you use your handkerchief?"

Wei Miao spoke to Lu Pingsheng next to him and found that although this man was eating wontons, his eyes were filled with thoughts about something.

After hearing Wei Miao's words, he nodded slightly but did not move.

After a month of getting along, Wei Miao thought he was quite familiar with Lu Pingsheng, so seeing him nod, he didn't hesitate to speak politely.

She tried to pull the handkerchief from his pocket, but Lu Pingsheng quickly grabbed her wrist and looked at her sharply.

Wei Miao felt that her wrist must be red and swollen, but she didn't say anything, and said with her dimples:

"Mr. Lu, can I borrow your handkerchief?"

Seeing this, others tried to smooth things over by saying:

"Ah Miao, Mr. Lu's handkerchief must be very expensive. It must cost several dollars."

Lu Pingsheng came back to his senses, looked at the row of little slobbery people in front of him, listened to what others were saying, stretched out his hand to wave to Wei Ran, and personally interrupted the little brats.

"It's just a handkerchief, how can it be noble?" Lu Pingsheng said with a smile.

The person who was speaking was embarrassed for a moment, then started laughing and talking about something else.

Wei Ping and a few others held hands and walked out of the alley to go to school.

I met my classmates at the entrance of the alley and discussed what we had eaten in the morning. The early morning sun shone on the little kids in school uniforms, which was a joy to watch.

After a while, those who had breakfast dispersed to make their own living.

Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao were also about to go home when they heard Xiao Nanjing say:

"Ah Miao, wait for me."

Lu Pingsheng touched his nose and watched Wei Miao and Xiao Nanjing return to the Wei family. He thought that he had offended the little brat this time and wondered if a big yellow croaker could appease him.

He didn't think about it. It was just an instinctive reaction after becoming an agent.

Little Nanjing entered the Wei family's yard, and Weidong, who was playing with Laba, stumbled over to him.

Wei Miao handed the scallion pancake in his hand to Laba, staring at his little face that was becoming more and more beautiful, and said:

"Adong can only eat half, the rest is yours, don't give him more, understand?"

Laba nodded slightly, took the scallion pancake, but did not eat it directly. Instead, he took Weidong to wash his hands.

Xu Ayu saw Xiao Nanjing and greeted him warmly. He then looked at Wei Dong who was being led by Laba to wash his hands and said:

"This brat is very naughty, but he listens to Laba's words very much. There is always someone who can conquer you."

Wei Miao looked at the two little figures squatting there washing their hands and smiled.

No matter whether Laba escaped from the massacre or had some connection with Li Xiaoya and the others, he is now under the protection of Wei Miao.

She retracted her gaze and moved the chair under the eaves. After Xiao Nanjing sat down, he stared at Wei Miao's red wrist, seeming to want to say something but stopping himself.

"What's wrong?" Wei Miao asked him.

The young boy showed a trace of hesitation and confusion on his face: "A Miao, I, I want to join the army."

Wei Miao looked at him in surprise, "Does your father agree?"

Little Nanjing shook his head. "How could he care about me? He spends all day either running the wonton stall or..."

I am just thinking about the little daughter of Grandma Cui.

Xiao Nanjing found it difficult to talk about this matter even to his best friend.