Period drama: Old Cao's carefree life

Chapter 3: Help? Are you crazy?!

A bowl of plain noodles with a spoonful of soy sauce, a small piece of lard, and a few chopped green onions sprinkled on top as a symbolic garnish.

Although the taste was a bit bland, in these days of scarcity, the food was already quite good.

So, the hospitality to Cao Wei Da couldn't be too meager. Normally, he would just have some cornmeal porridge and some steamed buns made from two kinds of flour.

Duomen poured him a glass of wine. "You shouldn't bother with Wang Baye anymore. He's just a shameless scoundrel, a leech. It's not worth getting angry with him."

Cao Weida nodded, "Since you've spoken, how could I possibly refuse? As long as this bastard doesn't provoke me again, I really don't want to deal with him! He's so annoying!"

"Yes, yes, he really is annoying. Who in the neighborhood doesn't find him annoying?" Before, people used to call him Master Ba, but later they all called him Master Wang Ba behind his back, which shows how disliked he was.

Duomen didn't like him much either, but after all, they were neighbors and would see each other all the time. And Wang Baye hadn't done anything heinous, so why would they kill him?

Although he was a black man, he wasn't as heartless as someone like the one who cried mourning sticks, so naturally he wouldn't do such a thing.

"Come on, let's drink."

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Duomen didn't even clear the table. He stood up and said, "Go tidy up your clothes, I'll take you to get a bath."

"Alright, that's what I've been waiting for!" Cao Weida grinned and scurried back to his room.

Duomen is a small courtyard with one entrance, and four or five families live there.

Duomen, Zhang Chao, Wang Baye, Cao Weida, and the other one is Huang Baoche San'er's family.

Cao Wei Da lived on the far east side, in a pitifully small house of only thirteen or fourteen square meters.

After putting in a bed, the remaining space is pitifully small.

The furnishings inside the room were immediately apparent: a bed, a square table about one meter in size, and two worn-out stools.

There's a wooden box by the bed; that's where I keep my clothes.

Electrical appliances?

You're overthinking it. Even 20 or 30 years from now, only a very small number of people will be able to use electrical appliances!
Putting aside whether he can afford it or not, even if he could, he wouldn't want to buy it because it would attract too much attention.

The blankets on the bed were haphazardly wrinkled, because he was too lazy to tidy them up after getting up.

A few pieces of clothing were scattered haphazardly around, making the place look messy.

He didn't like tidying up the house before he transmigrated, but he liked it after he transmigrated?

How can it be!

"I really need to find a woman. At least if there's a woman in the house, it'll be cleaner and tidier when I pick her up."

In this courtyard, only the rickshaw driver San'er has a wife. His house is tidy and neat. Although it's not big, it looks very clean. It's completely different from the house of a single man.

When he talks about women, images of female characters from TV dramas inevitably come to mind.

Thinking about it that way, hey, there's quite a lot.

Putting aside the female lead Bai Ling, many of the female supporting characters are also quite stunning in appearance.

Who should I choose?
This is a problem.

Hmm. Only kids make choices. We're all adults, so of course we want them all!

While daydreaming like this, I quickly rummaged through the box by my bedside and pulled out a few changes of clothes.

When I went out, Duomen was already waiting.

The two chatted all the way to the bathhouse.

Regardless of the era, all consumer items are inevitably divided into different grades.

The same applies to public bathhouses; different levels of people require different levels of public bathhouses.

High-end bathhouses generally have more luxurious facilities, more spacious and comfortable bathing spaces, higher quality hygiene products, and offer some additional services, such as personal back scrubbing and massage.

Of course, the fees are also relatively high, mainly targeting upper-middle-class people.

As for Duomen and his group, they naturally came to a low-end bathhouse. With their meager wages, they couldn't afford to go to a high-end bathhouse.

"Master Duo, you've arrived! Please come in!" As soon as the two entered, a bathhouse owner wearing a gray headscarf took the initiative to greet them.

In the outer five districts, Duomen is still quite popular.

The common people have their own scales; they can tell who is good and who is bad.

"Thank you so much. For the two of you, please also arrange for two more bath attendants. Thank you very much."

"Alright, please go ahead."

Low-end bathhouses have rather rudimentary facilities and relatively cramped spaces. With all sorts of people from the lower classes coming to bathe, the hygiene inside is questionable.

Emerging from the dusty bathhouse, Duomen lazily lay on the scrubbing table. He glanced at Cao Weida and clicked his tongue in amazement: "You kid, I didn't realize you were so thin, but your muscles are really firm."

Cao Wei Da pointed at his biceps, grinned, and was quite satisfied with his current physique.

He has a V-line, an inverted triangle shape, and firm muscles all over his body. It's not the kind of flabby muscle that comes from gym workouts and protein powder; he looks explosive.

He was secretly pleased, but he humbly said, "I used to be a farmer, working hard in the fields every day. I earned my success through hard work."

"If I could, who would want to suffer like that? If possible, I would rather be pregnant."

In impoverished times, a muscular physique wasn't the most enviable trait; rather, a bit of fat around the belly was more desirable.

Why? Because only those who are well-off can have such a big belly, which means they have good living conditions!
“That makes sense,” Domen patted his belly; he had neither firm muscles nor a big belly.
With a pat of the hand, her belly rippled.

"You're quick-witted and have a sharp tongue. Learn more in the bureau, and you'll make a name for yourself sooner or later."

"But I'll say it again: we can't do anything immoral, and we need to be quick-witted and avoid messing with the wrong people."

"Don't worry, Master Duo. Don't you know me? I'm naturally timid and afraid of trouble. Why would I want to get involved with someone like that?"

He wasn't foolish enough to think that just because he was a time traveler and had a system, he was invincible.

When it's time to be a dog, be ruthless when necessary; only by assessing the situation can one survive in the long run.

Multi-door: "."

Well, that makes perfect sense. This kid is very afraid of his life; if there's even the slightest danger, he'll run away faster than anyone else.

In the Fifth District Police Station, San'er, Zong Xiangfang, and Cao Weida were all known for their cowardice, lack of ambition, and cowardice.

It can be said that anyone in the bureau with a bit of ambition and a desire to advance could potentially succeed, except for these three!

Soon, the bathhouse attendant arrived. It has to be said that these days, anyone who makes a living with their skills is bound to be good at it.

Although the bathhouse was low-class, the masseur's skills were excellent, and Cao Weida hummed with pleasure.

The two, feeling refreshed after their shower, walked out of the bathhouse and strode home, chatting and laughing as they went.

Halfway there, a gunshot suddenly rang out not far away, startling the two of them.

"Damn it!" Without saying a word, the two quickly found a corner to hide in. They wanted to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible, but they were afraid that the noise of running would alert the culprit.

"Baka! Clap clap clap~~"

"Bilibili~~"

Bagou~~
The shouts of the Japanese soldiers, the sound of their pursuing footsteps, and the gunshots of Type 38 rifles and pistols rose and fell.

The two men huddled even deeper into the corner. It was obvious that it was another group of anti-Japanese patriots causing trouble for the Japanese.

This kind of thing happens in Beiping, and they're used to it.

help?

Are you crazy? My conscience is already uneasy if I don't help those who fought in the war of resistance, and now I'm helping these beastly Japanese devils?

"Let's go, go quickly!"

Seeing the gunshots fading into the distance, the two dared not delay and hurriedly left the place of trouble.

When they reached the door, Duomen grabbed Cao Weida and whispered, "We don't know anything tonight, and we didn't hear anything."

"Yes, Master, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Cao Wei Da was no fool; he naturally understood what "multiple gates" meant.

The next morning, Cao Weida was awakened by his stomach growling.

When Duomen came out, Cao Weida was brushing his teeth with a pained expression.

Why the pain?

It's so unsettling and unbearable.

The toothpaste is toothbrush powder, which goes without saying, but the water is just too bitter.

Even after using it for more than half a year, I still don't quite get used to it.

Both the Ming Dynasty book "Zhuozhongzhi" and the Qing Dynasty book "Yanjing Zaji" record how bitter the water in Beiping was. Having been used to tap water, he never imagined that even his saliva would be so unpalatable.

Although Beiping now has running water, the urban water supply coverage rate is only 29.5%, which is basically the residence of high-ranking officials and the Japanese devils. They can forget about it here.

"Hey man, you're up early! You're young, so you're full of energy. At my age, all I think about is being lazy."

"Uncle Duo, please don't joke around. You're in your prime at your age, and our police station still needs you to shine."

Heaven help me, who would think of this so early? There's really nothing else to do!

In later generations, nightlife begins around 8 or 9 pm, but in this era, what can you do besides sleep at home after dark?
He has no wife or children, so he can't have children or play with them.

Cao Weida's words amused Duomen, "You kid, with that mouth of yours, you'll never go hungry. Wait a moment."

"Okay, I'm not in a hurry."

"Hey guys, let's go, time to roll call."

Duo quickly washed up, and the two dressed neatly before heading outside.

The temperature in Beiping was not high in the morning, and gusts of wind blew up from time to time, stirring up dust everywhere.

They weren't far from the police station; it was only a ten-minute walk.

When they arrived at the police station, there were already quite a few people there. The two of them went to the police station to check in, and then prepared to find an excuse to run away to find something to eat.

They hadn't eaten yet, it was so early in the morning.

Slacking off at work isn't a modern phenomenon; it's been around ever since people had jobs.

Just as they were about to make their escape, the whistle blew.

(End of this chapter)