The slag attack is no longer scum [Quick travel]

Meng Xiangbei was indeed thirsty, put down his luggage, looked up to drink water, his sexy Adam's apple rolled up and down, and there was a small tooth mark on it, Lin Zhibai glanced at it secretly, his clear and fair face was stained with two touches of blush .

It was inconvenient to "eat meat" by train for a few days in a row. Yesterday Meng Xiangbei premeditatedly finished Lin Zhibai's big meal and ate to his heart's content. That little tooth mark was still tossed hard Lin Zhibai bit it when he was angry.

After Meng Xiangbei drank the water, he also told Lin Zhibai to drink the water.

The wheels rolled and the sound whined loudly, and the train journey of the two began.

The train for three days and two nights is boring. Fortunately, the two of them will not get motion sickness. Lin Zhibai once went to the countryside from City G, and he also took the train, but at that time he was in poor health and was tortured half his life. Now, under the recuperation, his health has improved a lot, and he has gained weight. With his lover by his side, his heart is at peace.

For breakfast, Meng Xiangbei bought warm meat buns before boarding the train. For lunch and dinner, Meng Xiangbei bought lunch boxes on the train. food.

It's okay after dinner, Lin Zhibai was going to read a book, but Meng Xiangbei pushed him back.

"The train is bumpy, the light is not bright, and reading is not good for your eyes. Let me tell you a story."

Lin Zhibai was surprised, and looked at him with beautiful eyes, "You can tell stories."

Meng Xiangbei curled his lips into a smile, and reached out to pat him on the head, "Why, illiterates are not allowed to tell stories?"

Lin Zhibai glared at him like a kitten with fried hair, "I didn't say that, what kind of illiteracy, it's clear that you don't want to learn."

Speaking of this, Lin Zhibai became angry.

Meng Xiangbei's parents died early, and they were lazy bums. He didn't know how to read and write.

Lin Zhibai thought about teaching Meng Xiangbei, but the latter was very busy, running back and forth in the field, on the mountain, and in the town, watching Lin Zhibai work hard at preparing lessons at night, and didn't want to cause him any trouble. Important things to do.

Therefore, after Meng Xiangbei learned the basics of literacy and arithmetic from Lin Zhibai, he stopped learning, so he could be regarded as half illiterate.

Meng Xiangbei took advantage of the fact that the people around him didn't notice them, grabbed Lin Zhibai with his long arm, and coaxed Lin Zhibai in a low voice, "My Xiaobai is so smart, you just learn it, I still like to do it Business, after all..." He elongated his voice, mysteriously, Lin Zhibai was curious about what he said next, so he listened to Meng Xiangbei, "After all, I have a daughter-in-law to support, and it is more important to make money to support the family, don't you think so? daughter in law."

Lin Zhibai's face turned red all of a sudden, he raised his small fist and hammered at Meng Xiangbei's chest, opened his eyes wide, and stared at him, "Who is your wife!"

Meng Xiangbei just loved his shy and annoyed appearance, so lively and cute, he said: "Whoever should do it."

In terms of being thick-skinned and playing hooligans, Lin Zhibai is no match for Meng Xiangbei.

Lin Zhibai was extremely ashamed, and turned away from him, but his heart was sweet, as if smeared with honey.

After a long train journey, the two finally arrived in Kyoto.

It was the first time for both of them to go to Kyoto. The biggest place they had been to before was City L, and Kyoto was far more lively than City L.

As soon as the policy of allowing self-employment came down, Meng Xiangbei was keenly aware of the emergence of various merchants row upon row while walking on the streets of Jingdu.

This era is the easiest time to rise.

"Xiaobai, we're here, it's here."

In front of them was a small courtyard in a certain alley. Meng Xiangbei took out his key and opened the door, and went in with his luggage.

When Meng Xiangbei went to L City, he accidentally made a good friend from Kyoto. After learning that Meng Xiangbei intends to develop in Kyoto, he was willing to rent his old courtyard to him at a low price. He learned that the old courtyard is not far from Kyoto University. Finally, Meng Xiangbei readily agreed.

It is said to be an old yard, but it is not old, it is just not that new, and it seems that someone cleans it regularly, so it is not messy.

A small yard, two wing rooms, a kitchen, and a bathroom.

Meng Xiangbei and Lin Zhibai were very satisfied.

Of course, even if there are two wing rooms, the two still sleep together.

After a long journey, both of them were very tired. They ate, took a bath, cleaned up and went to bed.

The next day, Meng Xiangbei took the money and went out to buy carts, cauldrons, rice and other things.

Before that, he had already thought about what business to do.

He plans to be a peddler and sell breakfast.

Firstly, when Meng Xiangbei was still in Daohua Village, he went to the black market to do food business; secondly, now he didn’t have enough money to buy a good shop; thirdly, in this day and age, no one cares about the itinerant vendors. Whoever flees more often can make money.

At first, Meng Xiangbei planned to sell porridge, preserved egg and lean meat porridge, vegetable porridge, red bean and barley porridge, etc., and then add other breakfasts after the business started. Put them together for sale.

Lin Zhibai still had one week to start school, so he stayed to help Meng Xiangbei together.

At about four o'clock in the morning, Meng Xiangbei got up. Looking at Lin Zhibai's peaceful sleeping face next to him, he couldn't bear to disturb him, so he tiptoed up alone.

However, even though he relaxed his movements, when the sound from the kitchen came, Lin Zhibai, who was relatively light in sleep, still lightened up.

Lin Zhibai put on his clothes, came to the kitchen, rubbed his eyes, a little unhappy, "I agreed to wake me up."

On the big stove, the fragrant porridge was already rolling, and the sky outside was still dark, and the flames jumping from the stove reflected the man's deep, angular face.

Meng Xiangbei got up, reached out and patted Lin Zhibai's upturned hair. The boy who had just woken up was angry with puffed cheeks, and his eyes were soft and moist.

"I just want you to sleep a little longer. Well, my fault, it won't happen in the future."

Lin Zhibai subconsciously rubbed his head against Meng Xiangbei's palm, pretending to be vicious and said: "Then you have to remember."

Although Lin Zhibai was slender, he was very skilled in helping Meng Xiangbei after working in Daohua Village for several years.

Working in an orderly manner, mixed with some teasing from Meng Xiangbei and shy humming from Lin Zhibai from time to time, he didn't feel tired at all.

At about six o'clock, Meng Xiangbei pushed the porridge cart and went out. Lin Zhibai locked the gate of the yard and followed.

"Porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, [-] cents per serving."

"Red bean barley porridge, [-] cents per serving."

"..."

Meng Xiangbei asked Lin Zhibai to write the prices of various porridges on a piece of cardboard in advance. The place where the trolley is located is in a square, where many workers and students who go to work and go to school will pass by.

Meng Xiangbei has observed that there are only steamed stuffed buns here at present, and they still have a market. In addition, no one has ever sold porridge for breakfast before.

The fragrant porridge attracted many people as soon as the taste came out.

Meng Xiangbei was in charge of selling, and Lin Zhibai was in charge of changing the money.

It was dawn, the orange sun rose, and the soft sunlight fell on everyone. Meng Xiangbei turned his head to look at Lin Zhibai next to him. He had just given some change to an old man, and he said "walk slowly", probably Sensing Meng Xiangbei's gaze, he turned his head and smiled at him. At that moment, Meng Xiangbei felt his heart warm, and he seemed to hear the sound of flowers blooming in spring.