Bai Lang still got up early as before. After washing, the three brothers and sisters had a simple breakfast and then started working on their own.
The younger brother and younger sister are going to school. Although they are going to elementary school, education is still the biggest expense of the Bai family. Otherwise, Bailang wouldn't have such a tight life.
In fact, not only the neighbors around them didn't understand the matter of going to school, but the siblings Bai Yan and Bai Yuankai themselves also didn't understand it. When the adults of the Bai family were still alive, they never thought of sending them to school. I think that is the way of the rich, and it would be better for ordinary people to think about how to learn how to make a living.
But his parents died of illness, and Bailang had the final say at home. If he asked him to go to school, he had to go. Although the two younger ones didn't understand this, they still obeyed. At the same time, I was very happy. Because even if they are just elementary school students, not everyone’s children are treated like this. Which kid in the townhouse is not looking for work outside? They all envied Bai Yan and Bai Yuankai for being able to go to school.
"Brother, the multiplication tables you taught are so useful. The homework assigned by the old master is just like playing." Bai Yuankai was very proud while eating breakfast.
"Don't talk about it, keep your mind open." Bai Lang smiled and touched his brother's head, then turned to Bai Yan and said: "You should take good care of him in the school. Don't let him act recklessly. Also, be more respectful to the old masters. , if anything happens, run faster and talk sweeter. Do you understand?"
Bai Yan is twelve years old, so she naturally knows a lot more than her younger brother. His big eyes blinked in response to Bai Lang's instructions, and then he said: "Brother, you want us to coax these old masters to be good, and with excellent academic performance, we can get that recommendation in the future, right?"
Bai Lang hummed and said, "That's right. You can't really learn anything just from elementary school. At least you need Chengyuan to be called a scholar. So the old master's recommendation is still very important."
Bai Lang, the "extra" younger sibling who was reborn, inherited the inertia of this body. Including understanding of the world. He would naturally consider his family first, even to the point of making some self-sacrifice. There is no "outsider" status at all. It was as if his soul, the original soul and memory of his body were merged into one, instead of being a substitute.
In Bai Lang's impression, the lower you are, the less you can stay in your own circle. You have to grit your teeth and jump up, and don't be afraid of falling or getting hurt. Once you find a handhold, you have to go all out to achieve a jump.
Reading is undoubtedly the best way Bailang thinks his younger brothers and sisters can try to climb up.
Bai Yan nodded, with a mature look on her face and said, "But brother, an old master can only write three letters of recommendation a year, but those in the same class as Mao Tou and I have enough." There are more than forty people, but just because they are good at academics and have a sweet mouth, they won't get a recommendation, right?"
Bai Lang smiled and said: "This is not something you should consider. You and Mao Tou just do your best what I just told you. I will think of other ways. Okay, you put away the dishes and chopsticks and go to school. I go first."
"Brother, let's go slowly!" The two younger ones quickly got up and walked to the door.
After leaving the house, the smile on Bai Lang's face gradually faded.
It was quite cool in the morning, so Bailang wrapped himself in tight clothes and moved quickly towards the nearby Chengdongmen Market.
Morning is the most frequent time for vendors to buy and sell goods in the market. It is also the busiest time for the daily market. There will be some unruly people inside who take advantage of the knife studio openly or covertly. Even some vendors will dishonestly bypass the knife shop and buy and sell privately. After all, who in this world doesn’t want to make more money? What's more, in such a big market, there is no way a knife shop can stop sneaky eaters. So we always play big and let go of the small.
A street wanderer like Bai Lang, who is fifteen or sixteen years old, has never been the main knife maker in the knife studio. After all, his body and bones have not yet been finalized, and it is not worthwhile to lose them from fighting and killing. But you can't keep it in vain, so you have to go through the streets and learn things from the class, and you have to be knowledgeable.
During the day, Bailang followed Zhou Dong to collect "cleaning fees" and became familiar with the large and small vendors and shops on the street. I am also familiar with the gangsters on the street who have no business being on the street.
In the morning Bailang will go to the market to act as an informant. All matters that have not passed the scale given by the sword shop and small actions in private are what he needs to pay attention to. And you need to discern what can be turned a blind eye and what needs to be reported immediately.
"Xiaobai is here?"
"Hello, Brother Xun!"
"Well, you are the best at calling people. Okay, today I go to the fish shop and get the whistle. Don't be brave when something goes wrong, blow the whistle as soon as possible. Do you understand?"
"Brother Xun, don't worry, I understand." He took the whistle and hung it around his neck honestly, even though it looked a bit stupid.
Bailang had heard of it many times before. Someone carelessly failed to hold the whistle properly. As a result, he was stabbed to death several times when he failed to call someone at a critical moment, and the other person ran away.
A bag of salt sells for 50 taels in the official market, and 38 to 40 taels per bag in private stores. After deducting the toll from the knife shop and the tax to the market, you can save nearly 20 taels every time you go in and out! One bag is such a huge profit, and ten bags can make people take desperate risks. This is still the same as salt. There are also smuggled grains, meat oil, and jaggery in the East Market...
In short, Bai Lang's opinion is that people in this world are full of people who run around with their heads in their belts. The banker you thought was honest and honest might have five or six lives in his hands. No way to check. Just be cautious at all times.
Bailang was just about to turn around and go do his errands, but he was pulled back again. The other person whispered in his ear: "That's right. When you encounter someone with a red sign on his waist, stay away. Don't ask."
"I know, Brother Xun." Bai Lang replied honestly. But there was a murmur in my heart. The one with the red sign? Never heard of it before.
When he went to the fish market, Bailang wouldn't just "call someone when he saw a problem". He had to be discerning. He was not just a wanderer wandering around the huge fish market. He had to follow other street wanderers. Everyone can share the benefits if they understand the rules. If you don't understand the rules and act recklessly, no one will look down upon you.
Especially a place like the fish market where there is plenty of oil and water. If Bailang hadn't been sensible, he wouldn't have been able to come here. He would have been sent to those charcoal and firewood fields.
Of course, the big head of oil and water was also taken away by the red sword master and waist knife who were watching. Street wanderers don't see coins, the oil and water are just deducted from the goods here. For example, taking two "unwanted fish" or a few kilograms of "discarded fish eggs and fish pickles" conveniently.
"Um?"
Bailang turned around twice and found nothing special, but he soon saw the people with red tags on their waists that Brother Xun had warned him about before. Those people were not just wandering around, but carefully looking through the vendors' trucks. They would also look carefully at the boxes inside and even the bottom of the truck.
Moreover, each of these people has an undisguised evil spirit on their bodies and a perverse expression on their faces. In addition, people from the surrounding knife shops obviously saw it but did not come over or even avoided it. These signs make all market runners understand that these people with red tags on their waists are untouchable. What else can they do except remain silent?
