The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Chapter 1540 A unique education

"Eat, eat big mouthfuls, if it's not enough, call again~!"

To the breakfast shop in Longfu Temple, Banggeng followed a strange uncle here in a daze.

Bang Geng has never eaten out since he was a child. When he saw the steamed buns and fried dough sticks served, his eyes widened.

“Ah~!”

The strange uncle picked up the chopsticks and knocked them on the table. Bang Geng was not polite at all. He didn't even pick up the chopsticks. He picked up the meat buns with one hand each and stuffed them directly into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, little brat. No one is going to snatch it from you~!"

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man who took Banggeng away laughed, shook his head, patted the back of Banggeng's head with his big hand, and touched his head.

"Woo~ woo, good time~!"

The soup in the meat buns flowed down the corners of Bang Geng's mouth and got all over his fingers. After finishing a bun in two or three bites, he even didn't forget to suck his fingers.

Banggeng had no idea about the strange uncle's actions, but he gradually got to know the uncle's temperament and was not as restrained as before.

"If it tastes good, eat more. Do you want some soy milk or some thin soup?"

The scene didn't look like a kidnapping at all. Instead, it looked like a father taking his son out for a good meal.

"I don't want to drink bean juice, it's smelly. How about stewed meat? I like to eat meat~!"

Bang Geng was not at all nervous. When his uncle asked him this, he leaned over and thought about it seriously. He thought that since someone had invited him to a meal that he normally could not afford, he must eat well.

The middle-aged man was obviously stunned for a moment, but then he smiled more comfortably, raised his arm, waved, and shouted to the waiter.

"I'm not used to it either. Waiter, one bowl of soy milk and one bowl of stewed pork~!"

"Okay~!"

"Uncle, you are so nice, even better than my stepfather. Are you friends with my mom?"

After finishing two buns and filling his stomach a little, he started eating more stalks, not as anxiously as at the beginning, and looked at the middle-aged man with curiosity.

Cui Da was not a bad person. On the contrary, he would usually buy some things and bring some leftover food from banquets to visit them.

But Banggeng just didn't like him. It might have something to do with what his grandmother always said, that his mother was with that guy named Cui because of money. From then on, he felt disgusted.

Boys are very sensitive about this kind of issue, especially at Banggeng's age now. He seems to understand but not really. He thinks he is sensible, but he is not even sensible enough. The nail of shame has already been driven into his heart.

This is why many people say that it is difficult to raise a boy. It’s not that the boy is difficult to raise, but the self-esteem that the boy has since childhood is at work. Especially when he knows what his mother has paid to support him, a seed of hatred will be planted.

For a strange uncle like this, who had no stepfather relationship with him but was so nice to him, it was easy for him to gain the boy's trust, even far more than Cui Dake.

"Well, I'm good friends with your mother. I haven't seen her for a long time. I'm looking for her. There are some things that have nothing to do with you kids. Is your stepfather not good to you~?"

"It's not that he's bad, I just can't like him. My grandma said that my mom is attracted by his money, but I've never seen him give her money. We usually eat steamed buns and pickles at home. He rarely comes over. Anyway, Xiaodang and I don't like him~!"

At this time, Banggeng, like a little adult, shook his head and evaluated the relationship between his stepfather and his biological mother. Thinking of the childhood, Banggeng stopped eating the buns, and after chewing the food in his mouth, he suddenly fell into a trough.

"Uncle, I want to go home?"

"Miss your mother?"

The middle-aged man stopped eating, wiped the corner of his mouth, and looked at Banggeng with a puzzled expression.

"I miss my mom. As far as I can remember, my mom has never given me these good things to eat, and she still lets me eat my fill. Uncle, you are really kind. I want to share these with my sister. My mom is at work, and they sometimes go hungry too. Grandma doesn't care. She only cares about me~!"

The meat buns, the stewed meat and the steamed buns in his hands no longer tasted good. When he thought of his sister at home who had never had such a good life, he, as a brother, gradually developed a sense of guilt.

"Your grandmother favors boys over girls, which is wrong. She treats you as a tool to carry on the family line, so she is partial to you. Am I right?"

The middle-aged man seemed to treat Bang Geng not as a child, but as a little adult, and used a negotiating tone to communicate with him. "I know, I know in my heart that sometimes, even though I am full, I still have to say I am hungry, and then secretly share the food with my sister~!"

Bang Geng nodded and let the middle-aged man help him wipe the corners of his mouth. To outsiders, they looked more like a father and son.

"You're really smart and responsible. That's what a man should be like. Adults can be partial, but you have to know how to take good care of your brothers and sisters~!"

"But this kind of care is just a side job in my uncle's opinion. Why does your family live like this? Your mother wants to find a stepfather for you, even though you obviously don't like him?"

The middle-aged man ate very elegantly, drinking soy milk in small sips. After skipping the question of Banggeng going home, he directed his thoughts in another direction.

"Money, only with money can we live a good life, have enough food every day and eat meat. Without money, my mother has to go to work every day and has no time to take care of me and my sister~!"

Banggeng was very confused, but also very fortunate. Life at home remained the same. The only change was that they moved to a new house. He couldn't bear to eat the rabbits he raised, so he sold them, not just for money.

"Yes, when looking at a problem, we must look at the essence and the root cause. Look at it now. Some people can only eat bran and drink water, tightening their belts to make ends meet, while others can eat as much meat and fish as they want. It all depends on who has more money in their pocket~!"

"You can earn money by working, but look, how many people here come to eat breakfast? No, people who work can only make a living. It's hard to support the elderly and children at home, so they are reluctant to come out to eat. If we eat like this, one meal will cost us a day's salary~!"

Banggeng raised his head as if he understood, and nodded vigorously, as if what this strange uncle said was true. He himself had experienced hard times, but had never thought about why life was hard. Today, someone finally told him.

"People seem to be equal, but they are also the most unequal. Walking down the street, you can tell people apart just by looking at their clothes~!"

The middle-aged man pointed his chopsticks towards the roadside, and Banggeng looked over there. He could now sit at the dining table and enjoy his meal, including braised dishes and meat buns, but the children on the street were drooling at the sight of him and could only lick their fingers.

At the beginning, he was also one of these children, but now, because he went out with this uncle, went to the zoo, went to the department store, and had toys, he felt the gap firsthand.

New clothes, new shoes, delicious food and drinks, and the strange uncle gave him a feeling of being superior to others that he had never experienced before.

He didn't want to go back to the days when he wore those tattered clothes that had been altered over and over again and turned white from being starched, and those shoes with patches on the toes.

"How can I have money and live the same life as my uncle?"

Subconsciously straightening his back, Banggeng didn't want to "go back" and wanted to say goodbye to his former self. This strange uncle was completely different from the adults he had met before. Banggeng seemed to have found a confidant.

"Men, you can't count on charity from others. It's only temporary. It's like begging on your knees. Only interests can bring you what you want~!"

"Nowadays, people say that labor is the most glorious and hard work leads to wealth. But look over there, why are they eating at home? They only have a bowl of porridge and a plate of pickles. Do they not want to eat steamed buns or do not like them? No, because this is a made-up lie!"

The middle-aged man rubbed his fingers and instilled another idea into Banggeng. No one had ever told Banggeng this idea. The education he received and the indoctrination of his parents were all achieved through his own hands.

"Going to work, do they want to go to work? Actually, no one wants to. No, not absolutely. Most people don't want to go to work, but they don't have time to rest. They just want to earn a few dollars. In fact, they are just like the donkey pulling the mill in the countryside, just to make a living~!"

"But some people are different. They are the kind of people I just mentioned. They like to go to work. Why? Because they don't have to work, and their salary is much higher than others. They go to work not just to make more money, but to enjoy the feeling of commanding others to work~!"

The knowledge instilled in him involved things beyond Banggeng's range of acceptance, such as the donkeys in the countryside, the pedestrians coming and going in the city, and going to work. Banggeng seemed to see himself when he grew up, also going out early and returning late to support his family, just like his mother now.

Shaking his head, Banggeng shuddered. Was that the kind of life he had ever imagined? Then he thought about Li Feng's family. Li Hui and Huaihua were about the same age, but the life they lived was something he could not even imagine.

New clothes, various snacks, toys, eggs, meat, aren’t these typical examples of the gap in families? At this moment, Banggeng seemed to understand why.

"If a man can't live worse than a donkey, what's the point? If a man wants to stand up straight, he needs money to support himself. Just working, the salary is fixed, it's enough to make a living, but if you want to live a good life, you can't rely on working, you have to find a way to make money~!"

"How can I make money? My mother said that only by going to school, studying well, and graduating from a technical secondary school can I earn a very high salary, more than 40 yuan~!"

"Qi, more than 40 yuan is considered a high salary. Let's not talk about that. Just talk about yourself. Based on your own feeling, can you pass the entrance examination to a technical secondary school?"

"I can't pass the exam~!"

Banggeng shook his head without any hesitation. The middle-aged man looked as if he had not expected it. Banggeng had brought him out without even thinking about going to school, so how could he be that kind of person?

"Then you have to think of other ways to make money. If you don't want to live like a servant, you have to do the opposite of what you learned in class. What you teach is sheep that eat grass, not wolves that eat meat~!"

(End of this chapter)