The cold wind was like a bone-piercing knife, making the streets seem a little deserted in this cold winter.
Only a few hawkers were still wrapped in clothes and squatting by the roadside.
Looking at the scene on the street, Luo Hao's eyes revealed a hint of helplessness.
The cold wind in the air made Luo Hao shiver. Carrying the firewood on his back, he walked into a restaurant.
It had been two years since he came to this world. Luo Hao had gone from being unable to accept it at first to being completely integrated into it.
In this world that was full of the glory of the Republic of China, it could be considered to have settled down.
After entering the restaurant, Luo Hao walked towards the courtyard of the restaurant.
This was Luo Hao's current job in this world. He was a firewood farmer at the bottom of society. Every day, he would go to the mountains to cut firewood and sell it to these restaurants in exchange for some copper coins.
"The shopkeeper isn't too satisfied with the firewood you've sent over the past two days.”
"It's always some deer wood. The kitchen is full of complaints.”
Just as Luo Hao entered the courtyard, an old man dressed like a servant walked out.
He said to Luo Hao in a dissatisfied tone.
"Uncle He has no choice. It's winter now. There's not much dry wood on the mountain.”
"Luchai is already the best that can be cut down at this time.”
Luo Hao also revealed a helpless expression. Deer firewood was much worse than ordinary firewood, but there was indeed no other way.
After all, in such a humid winter, there was basically no dry wood on the mountain.
"Anyway, if it's still Luchai tomorrow, the price will definitely be suppressed.”
"Lil Hao, think of a way yourself. This is all I can help.”
Uncle He sighed deeply, took out a few copper coins from his pocket, and handed them to Luo Hao.
"I understand, Uncle He. I'll go back first.”
Luo Hao smiled at the old man and did not blame Uncle He for what he had said.
His job was recommended by Uncle He. Otherwise, no one would be willing to hire a fourteen-year-old teenager like Luo Hao under normal circumstances.
It was very difficult to find a stable job in this town.
Looking at the few copper coins in his hand, Luo Hao smiled and walked towards the bun shop opposite the restaurant.
"Boss, give me four steamed buns with white flour, thank you.”
"Alright, little brother is an old customer. Just give me three copper coins.”
Luo Hao was no longer a stranger to the owner of the bun shop. He would buy steamed buns from him every two days.
The business was still quite warm. Luo Hao also smiled and thanked him. He counted three copper coins and handed it to the boss.
He hugged the steamed bun wrapped in oil paper. The steamed bun had just come out of the steamer, and there was still a hint of heat.
Luo Hao, who was wearing a thin shirt, felt a sense of warmth.
It warmed up his frozen body slightly.
Carrying the steamed bun in his arms, Luo Hao quickly walked back home.
Luo Hao passed through a dirty alley and finally walked into a street full of wooden houses.
The streets were filled with a stench. There was rotten food, sweat, and all kinds of foul smells mixed together.
It was like the smell of sewers. Ordinary people would probably feel nauseous when they smelled it.
This place was the slums of this town. The people who lived there were usually poor people and beggars.
Of course, there were more beggars than poor people like Luo Hao. Every winter, many people in this place would freeze to death and starve to death. Only when spring came would they be discovered by others.
Carrying the steamed bun in his arms, Luo Hao walked straight into a courtyard and gently knocked on the old wooden door in front of him.
"Who is it?"
A tender voice came from the other side of the door.
"Xiao Ying, it's me. Open the door."
Upon hearing this tender voice, Luo Hao's face, which had turned green due to the cold wind, gradually revealed a smile.
"Squeak ~"
After the wooden door was slowly opened, a small head poked out from the crack in the door.
Her chubby little face, coupled with her big, sparkling eyes, was a typical baby-faced little loli in Luo Hao's previous life.
After seeing that it was Luo Hao, he slowly opened the wooden door.
"Brother, why are you back so early today?”
Xiao Ying obediently took the bamboo basket and sickle from Luo Hao's back and turned to look at him.
This girl was a little beggar that Luo Hao met in the slums not long after he came to this world.
Luo Hao, who had just arrived in this world, did not have any life skills because his parents had died early.
She had fainted from hunger in the slums, but Xiao Ying had given Luo Hao half of the steamed buns she had begged for.
If he hadn't had half a bun, Luo Hao would have frozen to death on the streets.
"The fog on the mountain hasn't dispersed today, so I didn't stay long.”
"I bought steamed buns. Eat them while they're hot.”
Luo Hao looked at the obedient girl in front of him and smiled. He took the steamed bun out of his pocket.
The steamed bun was still warm because Luo Hao had been holding it in his arms all the way. Xiao Ying didn't rush to eat it when she saw it.
After looking at the number of mantous in the oilpaper, he only tore off half of the mantous. Then, he placed the remaining mantous back into Luo Hao's hands.
"Brother has been busy all day. Eat more.”
"Xiao Ying didn't do anything today, so she just ate half of it.”
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