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

It is now 8:30 in the morning and all the breakfast stalls in the alley have been removed.

Most of the people who went to work or school have left.

Xiao Nanjing was cleaning his own wonton stall. He looked up and saw Wei Miao walking towards the entrance of the alley.

She hurried out of the alley, walked forward three lanes, and then turned in.

The door of Ding's Clinic had just been opened and apprentice Xiao Ding was cleaning.

After seeing Wei Miao, he put down the things in his hands and ran over, "Ah Miao, how is your father?"

Wei Miao didn't have time to reminisce with him, "Brother Ding, where is Doctor Ding?"

Xiao Ding said, "Early in the morning, a man in the apartment across the street had a headache and was called to see a doctor."

Wei Miao was a little disappointed, but she still said to Xiao Ding:

"Brother Ding, Doctor Ding is back. Please tell him that my father has woken up. Please ask him to take a look."

When Xiao Ding heard that Wei Ada had woken up, he was really happy for Wei Miao, "Don't worry, I'll let him go as soon as he comes back."

"Thank you." After Wei Miao thanked him, he turned around and ran towards the alley where he lived.

Grandma Cui from the scallion pancake shop was bending over to clean up the mess.

Wei Miao, holding a cloth bag in his hand, hurried over to help her carry the stove, buckets of water and other heavy objects placed outside.

After everything was packed up, Granny Cui smiled and said to Wei Miao:

"Ah Miao, thank you so much. You are the smartest among all the kids in this alley."

Wei Miao stood in the morning sunshine, with curved eyes and sweet dimples. Even the usually old-fashioned Grandma Cui couldn't help but praise him in her heart for his good looks.

"Grandma Cui, my father has woken up and the house is in a mess. I would like to ask you to lend me two kilograms of rice to make some porridge for him."

Grandma Cui had already seen the bag in Wei Miao's hand. When she heard her say that Wei Ada had woken up, a smile appeared on her face.

"Nong A's father really woke up. I heard Nong A's mother crying earlier and thought it was..."

She looked at Wei Miao who was smiling and didn’t say anything else.

I think Wei Ada has woken up, otherwise A Miao, such a sensible child, wouldn't be smiling.

After all, these days, the little girl has been going out early and coming back late. Her face, which used to smile at everyone she met, is now always full of worry, with only a few wrinkles on her tender brows.

Thinking of this, the words of refusal that were about to come out of Cui’s mouth changed:

"That's fine, but you know our rules, you have to pay an extra ounce for every pound."

Wei Miao still nodded with his eyes curved, and said generously:

"I know."

Granny Cui weighed a small bag of rice, placed the scale in front of Wei Miao, and said seriously:

"Look, it's exactly two kilograms, not less. I didn't count the weight of the bag."

Wei Miao didn't look at it deliberately. He just held the small bag of rice and bowed to Grandma Cui.

"I believe you, grandma, you are the most clear-headed person in the whole alley. Thank you, grandma."

Grandma Cui likes to hear people praise her for her clear-headedness, rather than talking about her behind her back as being stingy and fussy.

Seeing the small, well-behaved and sensible Wei Miao, I liked him more and more.

Her husband passed away early in her life, leaving behind only her eldest son and posthumous daughter.

Now her son is in his forties and has no wife. He hangs out with gangs and works at the docks all day long. He is a complete loser and comes back from time to time to ask her for money.

The spoiled daughter now works as a dancer in Ciro's. Whenever people in the alley laugh at Mrs. Dong from the barber shop, she dares not say anything.

The world is in chaos, with good and bad people mixed together and gangsters in power.

Except for the foreign landlords in the concessions and government officials, the common people have a hard life.

She has also come to terms with it. As long as her child is alive and healthy, that's all she needs. She will take care of everything else day by day. When she closes her eyes one day, all matters will be over.

When Wei Miao was about to leave, Grandma Cui stopped her, handed her a scallion pancake wrapped in paper that was a little mushy, and asked worriedly:

"Ah Miao, is your father really awake?"

Wei Miao took the scallion pancake generously, bowed to Grandma Cui, and said seriously:

"My father woke up. He had just drunk a bowl of sugar water when I came."

After hearing this, Grandma Cui was finally relieved. Since he was able to eat, he was finally alive.

Granny Cui made the sign of the cross on her forehead and chest and said devoutly:

"God bless you. I have woken up early these days to pray for Nong Abba. God must have heard me."

Wei Miao felt a warm feeling in her heart. Everyone in the alley said that Grandma Cui was always fussy, but she loved dealing with her the most.

It is always clearer to talk about everything openly than to whisper behind people's backs.

The old nun Mary was also someone she met when Grandma Cui took her to church.

Wei Miao was walking home from the alley entrance carrying a small bag of rice and a scallion pancake. When she passed by Xiao Jiangsu's wonton stall, Xiao Nanjing waved at her.

Wei Miao walked over. Little Nanjing looked into the room furtively and stuffed the thing in the brown paper bag in his hand to Wei Miao.

The boy, who was about thirteen or fourteen years old, gave Wei Miao a look that only the two of them understood.

Wei Miao opened his mouth and silently said "Thank you."

"What are you dawdling for outside? Quickly dump the slop from the house into the alley. If you miss the time to collect it, your house will stink all day."

"Here I am~" the boy responded in a hoarse voice during his voice change period.

Wei Miao turned his head and saw Mrs. Dong leaning against the door, looking at him with a half-smile.

She gave Mrs. Dong a pure smile, and when she saw her roll her eyes, she carried her things and walked home.

"Ah Miao!"

I had just taken a few steps when someone called out from behind.

Wei Miao turned around and saw Patrolman Xiao Wu, who was wearing a uniform and had his arm in a sling.

"Little Angkor Wu!" Wei Miao stood there waiting for him.

Wu Ziyang walked up to her in a few steps and placed the thing in his hand in front of her.

"Take it back and give it to your brother and sister as a snack."

Wei Miao looked and saw that it was actually a net bag of fruits.

Most of the fruits in this season are oranges, apples and pears, but Wei Miao saw grapes among them.

"Xiao Wu, what happened to your arm?"

Wu Ziyang wanted to give the thing in his hand to Wei Miao, but seeing that she had a rice bag in one hand, a scallion pancake in the other, and a brown paper bag tucked between her armpits, he reluctantly withdrew his hand.

"Come on, I'll carry it home for you."

Wei Miao wanted to refuse, but after looking at his hands, he changed his mind.

The two of them walked home one after the other. When the neighbors saw them, they would ask:

"How did Patrolman Xiao Wu get injured?"

Patrolman Xiao Wu raised his injured hand with some pride and said with a grin:

"Work injury, work injury."

Some people would also ask Wei Miao, "Ah Miao, how is your father?"

Wei Miao just said that he woke up, which made others sigh.

When they arrived at the door, Patrolman Xiao Wu raised his chin and said exaggeratedly to Wei Ling who was standing at the door:

"Sister Ling, come and take the things. Your brother Ziyang's good hand is almost broken."

Wei Ling looked at her elder brother, and when she saw him nod, she took the big bag of fruit from Wu Ziyang.

"Thank you, Brother Wu!" Her saliva started to flow as she spoke.

Wu Ziyang laughed loudly and pointed at Wei Ling and said, "Ah Miao, she is indeed your sister. She is a greedy little cat just like you."