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

Lu Pingsheng smoked a cigarette in the car at the entrance of the alley. The cold wind blew the smoke rings he exhaled onto his face, making his eyes red.

His hair, which had been fixed with mousse, was now a little messy. He looked at the empty streets, feeling even more confused.

He asked himself: Lu Zixuan, what is the meaning of your coming back? (Note 1)

Unfortunately, no one answered, only the heavy breathing of the rickshaw pullers as they passed by.

There are only homeless people who are like frozen corpses.

He threw the cigarette he had only taken two puffs of on the side of the road and drove away.

In the rearview mirror, a blurry black ball ran to where he threw away his cigarette butt, picked up the cigarette he threw away, and puffed it eagerly. A spot of scarlet flickered in the darkness.

Lu Pingsheng knew that he had to do something, otherwise he would not be able to hold on.

So he drove to the alley outside the vegetable market where he first met the contact person.

He parked his car here and did nothing.

His only superior was killed by him personally. He has been a kite with a broken string for a long time. Even if he collects more information and has more money, what is the point?

He had lived a good life for decades.

Suddenly his eyes fell on the first telephone pole in the alley.

"Specializing in treating psoriasis, Dr. Tom Yang from overseas is here in person, No. 396, Yanqingli."

Lu Pingsheng rubbed his red eyes and instantly became sober.

His mind raced as he carefully read every word on the advertisement.

He rolled up the car window with trembling hands and looked at the advertisement intently again, as if he wanted to remember every word on it.

After a long time, Lu Pingsheng took a deep breath and slowly drove away.

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After washing up, Wei Miao didn't plan to dig the ground tonight. She lay on the bed with her slender eyebrows moving.

I thought that now that I had the gold bars, I could go out with Lu Pingsheng a few more times and take out some more.

How to convince Xu Ayu and his friends to buy the yard of Aunt Axiu's house next door?

She fell asleep in a daze, and the next day she felt some movement at the head of her bed. She opened her eyes and saw it was Ali. She reached out and rubbed its little head.

"Meow~"

Ali rubbed her hand, turned around and jumped back into his nest, curled up and continued to sleep.

"Ms. Li, you are going home to celebrate the Spring Festival." Xu Ayu's voice was still a little hoarse, but he was full of energy.

Li Xiaoya said softly, "I'm going to my distant uncle's house to celebrate the Spring Festival. Sister Yu, this is the rent for next month. See you after the New Year."

After waiting for a long time, I heard what seemed to be Li Xiaoya's footsteps walking away.

Wei Miao got up, opened the door and saw a row of little heads.

"Whose kid is this?" she muttered.

Wei Ling chuckled, "Brother, the sun is already shining on your butt, why don't you get up?"

Wei Ran handed half a scallion pancake wrapped in oil paper to his mouth, "Brother, this is freshly baked at Grandma Cui's."

The aroma of scallion pancakes filled his nose, but Wei Miao refused the temptation, "I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

Wei Ping grinned, "Big pot, I don't brush my teeth."

Weidong also imitated her, "Big pot, no brushing teeth."

Only Wei Li stood behind them, with a faint smile on her pretty little face.

In a small corner behind them, Laba, who always liked to follow Xu Ayu and had a very low sense of presence, also secretly meowed at her.

Wei Ling moved aside and complained:

"Brother, we are not rich young masters or young ladies, why do we have to brush our teeth every day? Toothbrushes and toothpaste are not only expensive, but also very troublesome."

Wei Miao found his own toothbrush among a row of toothbrushes and started washing.

These toothpastes and toothbrushes were on the list of goods they and Charles purchased.

Wei Miao asked Lu Pingsheng to send some over in his name and cultivate a good habit of taking care of teeth for the whole family.

She couldn't tell them: You must take good care of your teeth, otherwise when you get old you won't be able to hunt and will be driven away by the tribe and left to fend for yourself.

After all, only with good teeth can food taste better!

At breakfast time, Wu Ziyang, wearing a patrolman's uniform, came in carrying a bag of rice and a barrel of oil.

Xu Ayu quickly put down his bowl and chopsticks, stood up and asked:

"Patrolman Xiao Wu, have you had breakfast?"

Wu Ziyang forced a smile and said, "Let's go to Xiao Nanjing's house and have a bowl of wontons later."

Wei Ada said, "My family has cooked some porridge. How about having a bowl?"

Wu Ziyang placed the rice and oil in his hand under the eaves. "This is a welfare provided by our patrol station. I won't fire it either. Consider it my early New Year's greetings to your family."

His voice was hoarse, and his peach blossom eyes, which always sparkled, were a little dim.

"A Miao." He looked at Wei Miao.

Wei Miao put down his bowl and chopsticks and saw him out.

"Nun, Nun, can you help me find out if anyone has picked up anything recently?"

Wei Miao looked at his thin and handsome face and asked, "Is it something that Miss Li lost?"

Wu Ziyang did not answer, his eyes fell in the direction of Li Xiaoya's room.

"Where is she?" Suddenly he pressed Wei Miao's shoulder hard.

Even though the clothes were thick enough, Wei Miao could still feel his out-of-control strength.

"I heard from Miss Li and my mother early this morning that we were going to our distant cousin's house to celebrate the Spring Festival."

Wu Ziyang stared at the locked door and murmured:

"She is the only one in her family. There is no such thing as a distant cousin. She must be leaving without saying goodbye again."

Wei Miao looked at the distraught figure leaving and shouted, "Little Wu, she paid the rent for next month and said she will be back after the New Year."

"Really?"

Wu Ziyang turned his head, and at that moment his eyes were very bright, and the fire in them seemed to melt the cold winter.

Wei Miao nodded, and watched him straighten his back again. With his hands in his trouser pockets, he walked slowly towards Xiao Nanjing's wonton stall, chatting and laughing with the people working in the stall in groups of three or four.

She sighed slightly and felt someone sighing beside her. She turned her head and saw Wei Ling holding a bowl of rice.

"Why are you sighing?"

Wei Ling took a sip of the porridge and said, "Brother, you didn't eat dinner at home yesterday. Mom used plain water to soak rice to fool us. How about you tell Mom that you want to eat braised pork at noon?"

Wei Miao saw the cunning in her eyes, turned around and walked towards the main room, saying:

"For lunch, have the delicious food I packed last night."

Wei Ling's eyes lit up, "Brother, what delicious food are you eating?"

Wei Miao deliberately didn't say anything, just to see her feeling anxious, which made Xu Ayu give her a few cold looks.

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During the Spring Festival, the whole alley was filled with joy.

Ever since Uncle Xu started driving a rickshaw, the Wei family has had two stable sources of income and one irregular income.

Teacher Li's rent is three dollars, and Uncle Xu's share of the rent is about ten dollars a month.

With the income from Xu Ayu's braised food sales, the family's lives changed dramatically.

After having enough food and warm clothes, the environment at home becomes much more relaxed.

Some of the small ones also grow quickly when they see the wind.

Wei Miao suddenly began to grow taller, and his chest began to swell, vaguely taking the shape of a steamed bun.

In the study, Wei Miao was surrounded by various books, mostly in German. She was flipping through the books, writing down something from time to time.

The soft light shone through the window onto her round face, and her short hair was also covered with a bright glow.

Xu Ayu, who brought in the fruit, looked at his daughter's increasingly mature face and said softly:

"Ah Miao, if not, just keep your hair."

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Note 1: Here’s a little joke, guess what it is?