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Volume 1 Sleepy Shallows 005¡¾Grate Lice¡¿

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    The night was dark and windy, with heavy thunderstorms.

    Zhao Han took his younger sister and wandered randomly in Tianjin.

    There is a curfew in the city, but due to the heavy rain, everything is in vain, not to mention that the north and south walls have long since collapsed.

    I don't know how far I walked, but I found a leeward roof, and Zhao Han hugged his little sister to shelter from the rain and sleep.

    It was almost dawn at this time, and the brother and sister were tired and sleepy.

    Especially Zhao Han, although he regained some energy by eating meat buns, he was malnourished for a long time after all.  The sneak attack and murder on a rainy night seemed to be effortless, but in fact, the short fight almost made him collapse.

    Being able to escape from outside the city to the city is all supported by a will.  After finding a place to hide from the rain, Zhao Han fell asleep even though his whole body was wet.

    When I woke up the next day, it was already noon.

    The sky was still lightly raining, pattering, covering Tianjin in a haze of rain and fog.

    The scenery is picturesque, but it's a pity that Zhao Han didn't have the time to enjoy it.

    The clothes on the brothers and sisters have been dried by body heat, quietly waiting for the sky to clear up.

    Zhao Han felt hungry again, braved the light rain to buy some food, and quickly went back to the eaves to hide from the rain.

    ? Fill the stomach, nothing to do.

    Zhao Han took out the grate and comb that came with him, smiled and said to his sister: "Little sister, second brother will comb your hair."

    "Okay, okay!" Zhao Zhenfang was quite happy.

    After all, she is a little girl, sitting in her brother's arms, and leisurely reaching out to catch the drizzle outside the eaves, it seems that she has temporarily forgotten the miserable situation.

    The main function of the grate is not to comb the hair, but to scrape dandruff and lice from the hair.

    Zhao Zhenfang hasn't combed her hair for many days, and her hair is sticky and hardened with sweat. Fortunately, it was soaked in the rain last night.

    Zhao Han moistened the palm of his hand with drizzle, gently wiped it on the little girl's hair, then picked up the comb and combed it slowly.  Some grainy stuff was scraped out, there was congealed salt dust, there was a lot of dandruff, and a few blood-filled lice.

    Pick out the lice and crush them to death one by one, and the ground will be covered with corpses in a short while.  Looking at the crushed lice, Zhao Han actually felt a sense of accomplishment, like a clean freak cleaning up the rubbish in the house.

    After combing for half an hour, Zhao Han finished cleaning up the lice on the little girl's head, and then started to pick up the comb to really comb her hair.

    A bun?  Won't!

    Playing tricks?  Won't!

    Zhao Han only combed two big braids for his younger sister, and after braiding the braids, he felt that the hairline in the middle was combed crookedly.

    Zhao Zhenfang has been leaning on her brother's arms. It hurts when she combs the lice, but she feels very comfortable when she combs her hair.  She couldn't help closing her eyes to enjoy, completely forgetting her troubles, as if returning to the carefree days before.

    Feeling that her brother stopped moving, Zhao Zhenfang asked: "Second brother, are you done combing?"

    "It's ready." Zhao Han replied.

    Zhao Zhenfang stretched out her head and used the accumulated water on the ground outside the eaves as a mirror. She took a picture there for a while, touched her braid and said happily, "Second brother's braid is so beautiful!"

    Zhao Han said: "When the rain stops, find a place to take a bath and get rid of the lice on your body."

    Zhao Zhenfang stood up, picked up the comb and said, "I also comb my second brother's hair."

    It hasn't rained for several months, but it doesn't stop when I get up.

    In the afternoon, the light rain turned into heavy rain again, and the siblings could only hide under the eaves to comb each other's hair and catch lice.

    The little girl didn't know the severity, and Zhao Han's hair was very hardened, and when he combed it, his scalp was painful.

    Zhao Han endured it all the time, instead of making a sound to stop him, he closed his eyes enjoying himself.

    "Oh, it's broken!" Zhao Zhenfang exclaimed.

    Zhao Han looked back and burst out laughing, the little girl actually broke the teeth of the comb, which shows how much effort was put into it just now.

    "Kill them!" Zhao Han commanded.

    Zhao Zhenfang immediately pinched the base of the grate and killed all the lice that had been thinned out.

    Seeing this scene, Zhao Han couldn't help laughing and said: "Haha, have a good time!"

    "Clack cluck!"

    Zhao Zhenfang also clapped her little hands and laughed along with her brother.

    Zhao Han glanced at the rag shoes on the younger sister's feet, and took out the two pairs of children's shoes that came along last night: "Little sister, try changing them on."

    Zhao Zhenfang happily took off her shoes and put them on, but unfortunately they were too big and didn't fit her feet well. On the contrary, Zhao Han's shoes were more suitable.

    Zhao Han still asked his sister to wear good shoes, and then tied them with cloth ropes, at least it was better than the rotten shoes with worn-out soles.

    Both siblings have new shoes and their hair combed.Zhao Han took his younger sister and quickly found the shopkeeper, repeating what he had just said.

    "Your ancestor was really an imperial chef?" the shopkeeper asked calmly.

    Zhao Han lied without blinking, and said solemnly: "It's absolutely true."

    The shopkeeper thought for a while and said: "If you are really capable, you can stay and help in the kitchen. When you are a few years older, you will be able to cook."

    "Thank you!" Zhao Han said happily.

    The shopkeeper added: "You said you came to Tianjin to join your relatives, and you called your relatives to be the guarantor. The guarantors outside the city are not counted, they can only be inside the city."

    Zhao Han was dumbfounded for a moment.

    In ancient times, all walks of life attached great importance to guarantors.  Even when the young students take the exam for a scholar, they must be guaranteed by three old scholars, so as to prevent the candidates from falsely reporting their personal information.

    When a store recruits workers, it also needs a guarantor.

    Even as an apprentice, there must be three guarantors, and the guarantors must be local innocent people.

    A foreign refugee of unknown origin wants to apply for employment in Tianjin?

    Dream it!

    Zhao Han still did not give up, and said, "Shopkeeper, why don't you let the boy cook a dish, how about you taste it first?"

    The shopkeeper seemed to see something, sneered and choked out a word: "Get out!"

    Zhao Han persevered, and said, "Shopkeeper, I can also tell a story, why don't I say a paragraph now. Let's say that at the end of the Southern Song Dynasty, there was a Niujia Village in Lin'an Prefecture"

    The store manager completely regarded Zhao Han as a liar, and shouted: "Call me out!"

    The store clerk immediately came over to chase people away, Zhao Han had no choice but to leave.

    I found a few more shops, no matter how much Zhao Han brags, no matter what kind of job Zhao Han wants to do, they must meet a necessary prerequisite: three locals with clean backgrounds jointly guarantee!

    It seems that there is no hope for working to make money, so I can only find another way out.

    Then go south immediately, rushing to reach the relatively warm south before the arrival of autumn, so as not to stay in Tianjin in winter and be frozen to death.

    Of course, there is one more thing that seems more urgent right now.

    Zhao Han came to a pharmacy and asked, "Shopkeeper, do you have trauma medicine?"

    "What kind of trauma?" The shopkeeper asked back.

    Zhao Han was silent for a moment, and chose to tell the truth: "Anal fissure"

    ? Yesterday I was constipated, my old wound was broken, and my blood flowed like a uncle visiting.
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