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

Fortunately, in order to maintain the purity of boys and girls, bathing was done in batches in different bathhouses.

While the other children were terrified, Wei Miao grabbed the mourning clothes beside him and rushed into the bathroom first.

She jumped into the bathtub and gave herself a quick bath. By the time the other children were rushed in crying by Ai Dunzi, she had already put on her clothes.

When I turned my head, I saw the little foreigner also using his hands and feet to put on his clothes.

Seeing Wei Miao looking at him, the little foreign ghost Hollis gave her a well-behaved smile, as if to say, "I'll follow you."

Ai Dunzi likes people like Wei Miao and Xiao Fangui who know how to adapt to the times.

After looking around, the person who was still afraid to move forward shouted with a cigarette in his mouth:

"You poor bastards, go and have fun. The Lou family spent a lot of money to build this hot spring by bringing fresh water from the mountain. Now you can also use the bath water of the masters and mistresses."

The boys had their gags removed from their mouths and timidly took off their clothes and entered the pool.

Wei Miao couldn't bear to look at the group of rookies, and asked Ai Dunzi with wet short hair.

"Can we go eat now?"

The dwarf looked at the young boy with rosy lips and white teeth, thinking that he would die soon. He thought it was a pity and even felt a trace of pity in his heart.

"There's someone outside who'll take you out to eat and make sure you're full."

When Wei Miao heard that food would be provided, his eyes suddenly brightened and he even looked at Ai Dunzi with more favor.

As he was about to leave, he said to the little foreign ghost standing nearby watching the dumplings being made:

"Follow me."

The little foreign boy ran up to him happily, but he would never tell Wei Miao that he was interested in her cat.

Ai Dunzi took a puff of his cigarette and clicked his tongue twice.

Although the Governor's Office has always advocated that Chinese people learn foreign languages, there are no measures to actually promote it.

When he suddenly heard someone speaking bird language, Ai Dunzi felt a little envious.

"He can speak foreign languages ​​fluently, what a pity..."

Wei Miao and the other person pushed open the door of the bathhouse, and sure enough, there was an old woman with a numb face standing at the door.

Wei Miao was not afraid at all and said:

"Have a meal"

The old woman didn't say anything. She walked away first, motioning Wei Miao and the other two to follow.

As Wei Miao raised his foot, he saw the door of the women's bathroom opposite opened.

The girl, with water droplets on her hair, was dressed in white mourning clothes, which made her look even cooler.

There are two little tails following behind her.

One is the fair-skinned little foreign girl Mary, and the other is the dark-skinned girl sausage girl.

Several people followed the numb old woman through the corridor.

"It's actually a house built according to the Five Elements and Eight Trigrams." Feng Qingqing's voice was very low, but Wei Miao heard it clearly.

Wei Miao also felt that this house was strange. The pillars in the corridor were exactly the same, and the place he was walking through now felt like the place he had walked through before.

After going back and forth three times, I finally reached the end. When I went out, the view suddenly opened up and I saw the yard that I encountered when I first arrived.

The Taoist priest who was meditating in the center of the temple disappeared, and was replaced by a group of Taoist children, who were sitting cross-legged around him, chanting something.

"As expected, you're going to hit a living person." The girl's tone was full of disgust.

The so-called "driving living stakes" means using living boys and girls for sacrifice before construction begins.

The most recent piece of news to her was about the construction of the bridge in Yuezhou a few years ago.

The local warlord listened to the sorcerer's words and got a group of boys and girls drunk. The boys were buried alive in the bridge piers at the head of the bridge, and the girls were buried alive in the bridge piers at the tail of the bridge.

It is said that the boys and girls buried alive in this way will become the patron saints of the bridge.

This matter was exposed by the reformists, and many cultural celebrities wrote articles in newspapers criticizing feudal superstition.

Wei Miao saw Lu Pingsheng swearing and jumping up and down while holding the newspaper, and comforted him casually:

"How can you protect the bridge by burying people alive in the bridge piers? Any normal person would be filled with resentment."

Lu Pingsheng was not comforted at all and said, "Dog Taoist priest, don't fall into my hands, if..."

Wei Miao was recalling Brother Lu's furious look when he saw another truck driving into the yard.

The one who jumped out of the carriage was the third brother. Although the black cloth of the carriage was lifted, a group of tied boys and girls appeared inside.

They look clean, have frightened eyes, and are wearing uniform clothes.

Wei Miao had seen this kind of uniform before. In the British schools in the International Settlement, the students wore uniforms with badges like this.

Is this because there aren’t enough people? Are we going to the school to arrest people?

Wei Miao withdrew his gaze before his third brother glared at him, and his heart was calm.

Brother Lu has always been doing good deeds and serving the country and the people. He should not allow the Lou family to do anything that is against the will of heaven and earth.

But there seemed to be a sound of grinding teeth coming from the wind beside her.

After leaving the yard, Wei Miao thought he was at the gate, but after turning several turns, he finally smelled the aroma of food.

This smell was really irresistible for someone who had been hungry for several days. Even Feng Qingqing, who had a serious expression, quickened his pace.

After the numb old woman pushed open the door, the aroma of food became stronger.

Wei Miao looked around the room. There were more than ten neatly arranged chairs. At a glance at the material, he found that they were made of rosewood.

At the end of the seats, there were plump white steamed buns steaming hot, and a large pot of cooked hot pot.

"Is it really enough to feed you?" Wei Miao asked the numb old woman again.

The old woman ignored her and walked out.

"What are you talking to a person who is deaf and has a broken tongue?"

Behind the steaming food, a plump, cute face appeared, with white flour in his hands.

"Does that really provide enough food for you?" Wei Miao asked the man in front of him who looked like a chef.

The plump white chef nodded, "We must make sure they are well fed. There is no one that Chef Guo cannot feed."

Wei Miao's eyes lit up, and he looked at the fat chef Guo with a little more admiration.

"There are not many people here now, go get some bowls and chopsticks, I'll give you some more."

Wei Miao was the most active. Although there were only steamed buns and a pot of hot pot, she didn't mind at all.

"These are enough!"

Chef Guo made her a Maojian hot pot, and thought the girl had good taste, so he specially selected fish balls and pork belly for the hot pot and put them in her bowl.

Wei Miao walked towards the nearest table holding the hot pot in one hand and a bowl with four steamed buns in the other.

By the time Feng Qingqing and the others had prepared their meals and sat down, Wei Miao had already walked towards the fat white chef.

"Have you finished eating, kid?" The chef was surprised that his northern accent came out.

Wei Miao felt his appetite was empty and his eyes were fixed on the steaming white flour buns.

"Master Guo, I think you may be about to break the record." Wei Miao spoke to the fat white chef with his pupils wide open.

"What record?" Master Guo continued to wave the spoon to serve her food.

Wei Miao imitated his smug look and said, "There is no one that Chef Guo can't feed!"

After hearing this, the fat white cook tilted his head and looked at the clean kid in front of him, "Oh, you're waiting for me here?"

Wei Miao smiled, "Really, I have never met a chef who can feed me."

The fat white chef knew that the brat was playing tricks on him, but he still happily agreed.

"Okay, I'll open your eyes today."

Wei Miao grinned even more happily, as she happened to think so too.