Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 432 Spring Chapter (1)

On New Year’s Eve, the streets are filled with the last excitement of the whole year.

It must be said that the people of Peking had a very hard life that year. At the beginning, everyone was complaining about the mixed noodles, but later on, those who could afford the mixed noodles and provide snacks and drinks for their whole family became the envy of everyone.

But no matter what, we still have to celebrate the New Year.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and went out to the street. Those who had money weighed two pounds of flour to buy a piece of tofu, and those who had no money bought two pounds of corn flour. They went home and sieved the flour, used the fine flour to steam steamed buns, and used the coarse flour to make a pot of soup. They also bought half a piece of pickled cabbage, cut it into small pieces, and drizzled a few drops of sesame oil on it. The whole family ate it, and it was considered a good meal.

Even with such food, the elderly and women usually cannot bear to eat it. They break off a piece to taste it and give the rest to the children and the strong laborers in the family.

The men who carried heavy bags at the train station and worked at the Jingshan Iron and Steel Works were better off, not because they were paid highly, but because they often had no family or children - too much work would quickly deteriorate their bodies, and they would often become extremely old and frail after they were over 40, and most families were unwilling to marry their daughters to such men.

They are quite open-minded. In this kind of world, after having dinner today, you don’t know whether you can have breakfast tomorrow. How can you talk about getting married?

So at the end of the year, after a break from work, they would gather in groups of three or five, stroll along the overpass, go to the lowest-class bathhouse to take a bath in "muddy soup", and then go to the second-class meat shop to order one meat and one vegetable, two dishes for several people. They could drink a lot of sweet potato stew, and often they would drink so much that they would stagger around without even touching the dishes. The shop owner would ask the waiter to pour the vegetables into the pot, add water, and cook a pot of noodles so that these poor men could have a full meal.

At the East Gate Patrol Station, Wang Xiaoshou was directing the pasting of couplets on the pillars.

"The pillar is crooked! It's crooked! I say, the one on the east side should be moved up a little bit, right, right!"

Zhuzi stood on a stool, pasted the couplets on both sides, and then stood on tiptoe to paste the horizontal scroll.

Then he jumped down from the stool, folded his arms and carefully admired the fruits of his labor.

Wang Xiaoshou went over and patted him, "I say, Zhuzi, can you understand?"

Zhuzi said cheerfully: "Brother Xiaoshou, this is not about whether you can understand it or not, this is about your mood. Life is not easy. If my father and mother were alive, they would not have thought that I would live such a good life. Even I could not have thought of it. I originally thought that I would die on the battlefield..."

Wang Xiaoshou quickly stopped him, "Hey, be careful with your words, what battlefield or not, you are a patrolman!"

Although Zhuzi is silly all day long, he is smart and knows that Wang Xiaoshou is really good to him. "Brother Xiaoshou, I remember, I am here to protect you. I won't say anything outside. Today is New Year's Day, you can go back. I'll be watching over you here!"

Wang Xiaoshou curled his lips, "Back? Where? Even if I like to go to brothels, there is no reason for me to go to the Eight Great Hutongs during the New Year. I will arrange wine and food tonight, and there are a few old brothers on duty. We will celebrate the New Year in the station!"

Zhuzi was overjoyed, "That's great! It's more lively with more people, I'll go and clean the floor again!"

"Hey! The blue bricks can almost be used as mirrors, stop wiping them!"

Seeing that he couldn't stop Zhuzi, Wang Xiaoshou shook his head, went upstairs to call Quanjude and asked them to deliver the food.

Xiaoshou remembered that Zhuzi loved eating roast duck. To be more precise, there was nothing that Zhuzi disliked as long as it was meat. But today was New Year's Day, so he couldn't just get away with eating pork elbows or something like that.

If Quanjude were to deliver the food, a duck plus the side dishes would cost at least a dozen dollars, which was a considerable expense. However, Captain Wang was no longer the same as he had been before. Whether it was the reward from Master Lin or the share of the allowance he could get, most of it was spent in the Eight Great Hutongs, but even the rest was too much for him, a single man, to spend.

Thinking of this, Wang Xiaoshou shook his neck and couldn't help sighing.

Two years ago, he was just a thief who stole things on the street. As the saying goes, don't just watch the thief eat the meat, you also have to watch the thief get beaten. Stealing is not a sure-fire way. If you steal ten times, you will get beaten at least three times!

Who could have thought that Wang Xiaoshou would be where he is today?

"Now that we have met Master Lin, our Wang family can be considered to have great success..."

As he was muttering to himself, a rickshaw came from a distance. Wang Xiaoshou had sharp eyes and could see from a distance that the person sitting on it was the owner of the silk shop, Duan.

He knew that Shopkeeper Duan was on good terms with Master Lin, so he greeted him, “Shopkeeper Duan, you are still so busy during the New Year!”

Shopkeeper Duan is a very knowledgeable person. He would not turn his back on Wang Xiaoshou just because he is close to Lin Ze. On the contrary, ever since Wang Xiaoshou became the patrol captain, Shopkeeper Duan would come to deliver some gifts every now and then. He also took out a lot of cloth and made new uniforms for the patrolmen stationed at the East Gate Patrol Station.

Seeing that it was Wang Xiaoshou, Shopkeeper Duan asked the driver to stop the car, got off and bowed, "Captain Wang, I'm going to the counter to check the accounts. Let the guys finish the business early and take a break. Our business is different from others. From tomorrow until the Lantern Festival, it's a good time to do business. Although many people made new clothes before the New Year, after the New Year, they have nothing to do and go out for a stroll. Isn't our silk shop the favorite place for young girls and wives?"

"Oh, you are so rich, you are so rich!"

"It's all thanks to Director Lin, haha, it's all thanks to Director Lin!"

The two men exchanged some pleasantries and Manager Duan got back into the car.

The person pulling the cart was none other than Wen San.

When Wen Saner heard the customer talking to the patrol captain and mentioned Director Lin, his eyes rolled and he shouted as he ran forward, "Sir, do you know Director Lin too?"

Shopkeeper Duan was surprised and asked, "Oh? This young man also knows Director Lin?"

Wen Saner grinned, "Hey, how could I know! To be honest, I have some friendship with Master Lin. Just a while ago, Master Lin brought a high-ranking Japanese official out to eat braised pork, and it was me who took them there. You know, with Master Lin's status, he has to be careful when eating. It just so happens that one of my brothers does this. Hey, who made Master Lin trust me?"

He was Mr. Lin, a high-ranking Japanese official, and a stewed pork stew. He almost made Shopkeeper Duan's computer crash. When they arrived at the place, Shopkeeper Duan took out a dollar.

Wen Saner hurriedly said, "Oh, sir! You can't do this! This is too much!"

Shopkeeper Duan said with a smile: "Little brother, take it. It's New Year's Day, so consider it as my New Year's greetings to you, okay?"

For Shopkeeper Duan, a dollar is nothing. No matter whether what the man said is true or false, it is just a way to make a good relationship. The cost is extremely low. If it generates any profit, the return will be huge.

Wen San wiped his hands on his clothes, took the money, and bowed deeply, "Sir, I wish you a prosperous business, prosperous business!"

"Okay, I'll borrow your good words then!"