The room that Zhuo Shao and Zhuo Ting lived in used to be for Zhuo Jiabao. The room was not big. There was a wardrobe, a 1.5 meter bed, and a wooden dining table.
This table was moved from Zhuo Shao's house. Usually, Zhuo Shao and Zhuo Ting do their homework on this table.
Zhuo Shao glanced at Zhuo Ting, who was sitting across from the table, and after recalling it, he realized that when he lived at his uncle's house in his last life, he had always shared a bed with Zhuo Ting.
At that time, he didn't think much, but now that an adult lives in his body, he naturally thinks more.
Zhuo Ting was ten years old, and he was fifteen years old. It was obviously inappropriate for them to sleep together again.
Must move out as soon as possible.
After Zhuo Shao finished his homework, he and Zhuo Ting went to take a shower.
Zhuo Rongming doesn't have a water heater at home, so he can only pour hot water into the washbasin, add cold water to adjust the water temperature, and then manually pour it on himself to take a bath.
Zhuo Ting is used to it, and it washes quickly, but Zhuo Shao is a little uncomfortable.
"Tingting, you go to bed first, I have to read some books." After washing, Zhuo Shao said while wiping his hair.
Zhuo Ting didn't wash her hair, so she didn't have to wait for her hair to dry, she nodded and went to bed.
Zhuo Shao smiled, hung his towel with holes on a rope pulled out from the bedroom, and then pulled out his math textbook for the first and second grades of junior high school and read it.
When Zhuo Shao moved in, he brought some things from his own house, including an alarm clock that needed to be manually wound every day. Seeing that it was ten o'clock, Zhuo Shao put down his textbook and slept on the other side of the bed. .
The next day, the alarm clock rang at 5:30. Zhuo Shao got up from the bed, took the toothpaste, toothbrush and cup to the kitchen to wash.
The bathroom is very small, there is only one toilet and one shower faucet, and there is no sink at all. Naturally, you can only brush your teeth in the kitchen.
"Little beast, I see how long you can go." Zhuo Rongming got up not long after Zhuo Shao got up. He glared at Zhuo Shao before walking out.
Zhuo Rongming didn't play cards or mahjong, so he had to drink, and he went out so early to drink.
Many elderly people in Fuyang County feel that the greatest enjoyment is to eat a bowl of noodles in a noodle restaurant in the morning.
The people here eat rice as the main food, but because of this, they cook the noodles very finely and there are many kinds. Duck noodles have everything.
Each bowl of noodles is cooked separately, such as fish noodle. After someone orders it, the noodle cook will cut a section of fresh grass carp into pieces, fry them in an oil pan, and then make them into sweet and sour fish pieces. Or add pickled vegetables, bamboo shoots, shredded rice, etc. to cook soup, and then put the noodles in the water and cook for a while to taste, and a bowl of noodles is officially completed.
For someone like Zhuo Rongming who likes to drink, he can also ask the shopkeeper to make the toppings first, serve them without noodles, drink two bowls of wine with the toppings, and then let the shopkeeper serve the noodles with lard.
In Fuyang County, those with good wine and spare money will basically gather in the noodle shop early in the morning, and then chat while drinking, rain or shine.
Zhuo Rongming is one of them. With the money he earned from part-time jobs, he drinks, eats, smokes and smokes every day, and there is basically nothing left.
Zhuo Rongming left after leaving a sentence. After a while, Qu Guixiang also left, and before leaving, he glanced at Zhuo Shao with a sneer: "Today I'm going to buy steamed buns to eat, instead of making breakfast, you can buy it yourself. come and eat."
When Zhuo Shao's parents just passed away, he still had some pocket money he had saved in the past, but now, the money used to buy paper, pens and toothpaste has already been spent, and Qu Guixiang asked him to buy it himself. Come to eat, in fact, to make him hungry.
If it was the former Zhuo Shao who was standing here, he would indeed have to go hungry - Qu Guixiang locked all the rice in the cabinet.
But now...
Zhuo Shao used a needle to unlock the kitchen cabinet again, and then took out four packets of instant noodles from Qu Guixiang's locked cabinet.
This is the cheapest type of instant noodles. There is only one packet of seasoning in it. Zhuo Shao does not dislike it. He boiled all four packets of noodles in one pot, and gave Zhuo Ting a big bowl, and then solved all the rest by himself. Noodle.
At first he endured Qu Guixiang, so he had the intention of using Qu Guixiang to pretend to be pitiful. Now that the school teacher already knew that he was pitiful, of course he didn't have to endure it any longer.
After eating and drinking, Zhuo Shao sent Zhuo Ting to school first, and then went to school.
Although Zhuo Shao got up early, it took more than an hour to make breakfast and deliver Zhuo Ting, so it was almost seven o'clock when he got to school.
The morning self-study time prescribed by Mr. Yang started at seven o'clock, so when he arrived, almost all the students in the class came together, some were copying homework, and some were eating buns for breakfast.
Zhuo Shao has forgotten the names and appearances of most of the people in the class. Even though he had a day of class yesterday, he couldn't remember a few people. The only one he was familiar with at the moment was the little fat man Liang Chen, and his eyes naturally fell on the little fat man. .
Liang Chen just happened to look at Zhuo Shao, his eyes met, and he immediately showed a big smile.
Zhuo Shao walked over with his schoolbag. Seeing this, Liang Chen immediately took out a carton of milk: "Zhuo... Zhuo Shao, do you want it?"
When Zhuo Shaogang was reborn, he felt that as long as he took more care of this little fat man in the future and prevented this little fat man from being kidnapped, even if he spent a little money in advance, it would be fine.
But this kid is too enthusiastic.
Zhuo Shao suddenly felt a little embarrassed.
It's just that since I've already begun to accept my brother's filial piety, it doesn't make any difference whether it's more or less... Zhuo Shao took the carton of milk: "Thank you. Also, I'll cover you in the future."
Liang Chen nodded again and again, and then pulled open his schoolbag: "You... do you still want to eat?"
That schoolbag was full of snacks, stuffed bulging.
Zhuo Shao: "..."
Yesterday, after Zhuo Shao ate the snacks he brought, Liang Chen deliberately brought a lot of snacks to school today, hoping to please Zhuo Shao, but this time, Zhuo Shao didn't want any of them.
Liang Chen suddenly felt a little lost.
Zhuo Shao is the most beautiful person he has ever met, and his grades are also good... When Liang Chen was in elementary school, he liked Zhuo Shao very much. The two are so different that they barely meet.
He was not good-looking, stuttered, and although his grades were not at the bottom, he had been hovering around the 20th place in the class. Even though he had been at the same table for several days in the same class for two years, he never said a word to Zhuo Shao.
But yesterday, Zhuo Shao asked him for food and took what he gave.
Suddenly finding such a way to approach Zhuo Shao, Liang Chen could not wait to give Zhuo Shao something 180 times a day.
It's a pity that Zhuo Shao confiscated today...
"How much is your pocket money a month?" Zhuo Shao didn't ask for those snacks, and couldn't help but ask again.
It was the beginning of the 2000s. In big cities, rich kids could already eat KFC on weekends, but Fuyang County didn't even have KFC.
At this time, most people's salary is only one or two thousand a month. If children's pocket money is 50 yuan a month, not counting meals, it is already very good.
Before Zhuo Shao's parents died, they would give him 50 yuan of pocket money a month. Sometimes his mother didn't have time to make breakfast, so he would give him a little extra money to buy breakfast for him and Zhuo Ting... At the time, he was one of the richest men in the class.
"One month? Three thousand..." Liang Chen said.
Zhuo Shao: "..."
It's not unreasonable that he would hate the rich in his previous life.
No wonder he asked Liang Chen for ten yuan every day in his last life, and this little fat man gave it so readily... This man's pocket money for a month can catch up with the total monthly income of many families!
How could Liang Chen's parents feel at ease giving him so much money every month? Zhuo Shao wanted to ask a few more questions, and suddenly remembered that he chose Liang Chen to be the same table because the child's mother had passed away, and his father reportedly didn't want him anymore...
It's not like he didn't want him, but his father obviously didn't care about him. Zhuo Shao glanced at Liang Chen's messy clothes and felt a little blind when he found out that he was wearing the floral pants worn by middle-aged and elderly people.
Being taken by Liang Xin, he had always attached great importance to dressing up for the past ten years.
"My dad gave me 3,000 a month, and a little more for my birthday and New Year's party." Seeing that Zhuo Shao didn't speak, Liang Chen added another sentence.
Zhuo Shao looked at him with more complicated eyes.
His roommate turned out to be a rich man... Zhuo Shao was surprised for a while, and then quickly let go.
He has seen the world before. Before his rebirth, his company could make a net profit of one or two million a month. Occasionally, he received a large order and even more, three thousand... It's really nothing.
If you don't talk about others, let's talk about Liang Xin. He must be richer now. Liang Xin's father is one of the largest real estate developers in the provincial capital. At this time, he has already started to buy land and build houses to make a lot of money.
Thinking of Liang Xin, Zhuo Shao is more pleasing to the eye when he sees Liang Chen, who has the same surname as Liang Xin.