I bought everything I needed yesterday, so today is just for fun and I plan to visit several famous attractions in the city.

After entering the city, get off at any stop. Since you are going sightseeing, you should mainly walk.

Meng Tao specially changed into rubber-soled shoes. Although they were not as good as the brand-name casual shoes of later generations, they were still very comfortable to walk in and much better than cloth shoes. The pair of thin cloth shoes that were almost worn out were thrown directly into the trash can by her.

She also put on new clothes, a light yellow ready-made suit called a Lenin suit. It didn't look very good hanging on the counter, but it was quite good and comfortable to wear. The main reason was that the sewing and tailoring were very delicate. The quality requirements of today's clothing factories are impeccable. The more Meng Tao looked at herself in the mirror, the more interesting she found herself. She even imagined that she would look better with two pigtails. She felt that her aesthetic values ​​were gradually moving towards that of this era.

After strolling around until noon, Meng Tao felt hungry and saw a shop across the street with the words "Weimin State-owned Restaurant" written on it, so she went over to look for something to eat.

When they reached the entrance of the restaurant, someone just came out. It was a little boy. He didn't look at the road and rushed forward without thinking. Meng Tao couldn't dodge in time and unfortunately bumped into him.

The boy looked about five or six years old and was very thin. After the collision, he fell to the ground with a thud, but Meng Tao was still standing steadily.

Meng Tao was about to bend down to help the little boy up, but she saw him quickly turn over and try to pull out a cloth bag that had fallen to the ground, and then burst into tears. Meng Tao was shocked when she saw that the cloth bag was leaking soup with the smell of green onions. There should be a lunch box with food in it, which the boy was holding in his hand. No wonder there was a bang, and now everything was spilled.

The little boy cried loudly, and many people looked over. Meng Tao tried to comfort him: "Don't cry, don't cry. Tell me what's in this?"

The little boy wiped his tears and said, "My grandma is not at home today, so my grandpa asked me to buy a bowl of noodle soup for us to eat with the steamed bread, but now it's all spilled. Grandpa has nothing to eat, and neither do I."

"Oh, just buy another bowl."

"But there is no money."

"I have it. I knocked your bag off. I want to compensate you."

"real?"

"Well, come with me."

Meng Tao took the boy by the hand and led him to a table to sit down. She opened the cloth bag and looked inside. There was a medium-sized square aluminum lunch box. All the soup had spilled, leaving only a few pitiful noodles and a few chopped green onions.

This is the noodle soup the boy mentioned, the cheapest in the restaurant. It can’t fill you up, and is usually eaten with steamed buns.

"Where is the steamed bread you just mentioned?" Meng Tao asked.

"At my grandfather's place, two, one for him and one for me. The steamed bread is a little hard, and it tastes better when soaked in hot noodle soup." The boy replied.

Meng Tao looked at the boy with a pale face, sighed inwardly, and said, "The hot noodle soup is very hot. What if you spill it again? How about I take you back?"

The boy was afraid that if he spilled the noodle soup again, his grandfather would have nothing to eat, so he nodded and said, "Not far away, just in the alley ahead."

Meng Tao went to the ticket window to buy a ticket and ordered a bowl of noodle soup, four meat buns, and two boiled eggs to calm the little boy.

The noodle soup was ready and the meat buns were just out of the oven, still hot and soft. Meng Tao handed one to the boy and asked him to eat it first. She wrapped the others in oil paper and put them into a cloth bag together with the braised eggs and lunch box.

The little boy hesitated and didn't dare to eat it. Meng Tao said, "Eat it. I'll knock over your soup and give you a bun as compensation."

After hearing this, the little boy happily took a big bite and swallowed it before he remembered to say, "Thank you, sister."

In order to get the little boy to eat, Meng Tao took him for a walk slowly and chatted with him.

"Xiaocheng."

"Xiaocheng, your grandfather is an adult, why doesn't he come to make noodle soup?"

"Grandpa is at work and can't leave without watching the door, so I'm here."

"Oh, so your grandfather works in the reception room."

"What is a message room? Grandpa was in charge of the shabby warehouse."

"What is a junky warehouse?"

"That's right. It's full of junk that other people don't want anymore."

“…”

Meng Tao and Xiao Cheng went to his grandfather's place and found out that the shabby warehouse he mentioned was actually an old courtyard deep in the alley. Looking through the half-open courtyard door, it was filled with broken tables and chairs, as well as broken porcelain pieces on the ground. Looking at those antique furniture, what else did Meng Tao not understand? This was the "feudal dregs" swept out by the "Four Olds" campaign!

She felt her heart beating faster. In fact, most of the things in the yard were valuable antiques. It would be a shame to destroy them. It would be good if she could find a way to preserve a few of them.

After listening to his grandson's story, Grandpa Xiaocheng was very grateful to Meng Tao and invited her to sit in the small gatehouse on duty and rest for a while. He told Meng Tao that his surname was Huang, and Meng Tao called him Uncle Huang.

"Uncle Huang, what good things are you guarding in this warehouse?"

"Alas, there are no good things left. No one sends good things here. All they have are junk. As for the pile of broken things in the yard, a truck will come and take them away tomorrow or the day after tomorrow and use them as fuel in the factory."

Meng Tao was stunned: Although the distance was far, she could still see the exquisite and elegant carvings on the destroyed furniture. The wood was of very good quality, some of which was shiny black, revealing a heavy sense of age. She didn't know what kind of wood it was, but it must be extremely precious and rare. It was a pity to use it as fuel like this.

"Uncle Huang, can I go in and take a look?" Meng Tao asked.

"Well..."

Grandpa Huang walked to the gate and looked around, then turned back and said, "Go ahead if you want to see it. There's another courtyard further in. There's a room full of old books and newspapers. A while ago, a few girls came here and took away some books and paintings. If you like them, take a few... Hurry up and go back quickly. Don't take too long, in case someone comes to deliver something and sees you."

Meng Tao agreed and walked inside. Xiao Cheng wanted to follow her, but Meng Tao coaxed him, "Sister wants to find some books, but it's too dusty to flip through them. You should stay here with grandpa."

Grandpa Huang also came over to pull Xiaocheng: "Eat your meal first."

While the father and son were eating in the cabin, Meng Tao walked towards the yard.

Passing by that pile of antique furniture, I could only look at it with regret. There were too many of them and I couldn't move them all. Besides, they were right under Mr. Huang's nose, so I didn't dare to do anything rash.

Second update is here.

(End of this chapter)