The time to arrive at the hotel was more than an hour slower than Wang Xinming's estimated time, and he arrived in the town at nearly 1:30 in the morning.

Wang Xinming communicated with the sleepy hotel owner with a smile on his face, and then returned happily and said, "The agreement has been completed. We will open four large-bed rooms for us, but only 200 yuan is charged."

After entering the hotel, although the children were curious about the streets in the township and the shops on both sides of the street, they still couldn't resist the fatigue of the journey. The tiredness surged up, and the adults and children fell asleep.

The next morning, Lin Ping got up before seven o'clock, woke up the two children in his room and planned to knock on the doors one by one to wake up the others. Last night, Ma Zhongguo and Wang Xinming each slept in the same room with two boys and four girls slept in the same room together.

As soon as I left the room, I saw Ma Zhongguo squatting in front of his room smoking a dry cigarette, looking like a contemplative person. I didn't know what I was thinking, and I didn't even hear the loud sound of Lin Ping opening the door.

"Teacher Ma, do you get up so early?"

"Well, I'm used to it. I can't fall asleep after about five o'clock. Come out and have some breathing." Ma Zhongguo turned his head and looked at Lin Ping and said.

"Let's wake up the child and go for breakfast." Lin Ping said, "It's time to go for breakfast when washing your face. Yesterday, Wang Xinming said that the first bus leaving the county town was 8:30, and we have to go to the waiting place at 8:00."

"Okay." Ma Zhongguo quickly smoked two drought cigarettes and put out the gun, got up and called the child in his room to get up.

After all the children got up, Lin Ping took everyone to an open-air stall next to him for breakfast.

"boss!"

Lin Ping took Ma Zhongguo, Wang Xinming and ten children to the stall in a mighty way. The boss was shocked when he saw the situation. He swept the circle of people and then didn't say anything.

"Thirteen bowls of wontons!" Lin Ping said with a momentum.

"Thirteen...thirteen bowls?" The breakfast stall owner touched his head. This was a big deal.

"Yes, aren't Thirteen people thirteen bowls?"

"Okay, big bowls and small bowls?" the boss asked again.

"How much does a large bowl cost? How much does a small bowl cost?"

"5 large bowls, 3 small bowls, medium bowls..."

Before the boss could finish his introduction, Lin Ping said, "It's a thirteen-sized bowl."

The prices were still cheap ten years ago, but in ten years, the small bowl of wontons started at 5 yuan.

Thirteen large bowls of steaming wontons were brought up one after another. The children drooled at the large meat wontons, and then they picked up the spoons and scooped them into their mouths without even having to burn their mouths. They wanted to swallow the whole bowl of wontons and wontons and bowls in one bite.

As a result, they were scalded and breathed out with their mouths wide open.

"Eat slowly, be careful to burn your tongue, and no one will rob you of it." Ma Zhongguo said helplessly.

Wang Xinming, who was watching this scene, laughed, then took out a cigarette and lit it and smoked it slowly.

"Teacher, if you haven't eaten enough, can you ask for another bowl?"

"Teacher, I want to have another bowl, too."

Lin Ping raised his head and looked at the children blankly. Before he finished eating this half bowl, several children had already killed a bowl, and even drank the soup without leaving a drop.

"You eat slowly, won't it be hot?" Ma Zhongguo said with distress at the children.

"It's hot, but it's delicious." Liu Dazhu giggled.

"Do you six boys want another bowl?"

"Yes." The six boys nodded in unison.

"Okay, boss..." Lin Ping hadn't finished speaking.

"Teacher, we want it too!" the four girls shouted with their hands raised.

"Okay, boss, let's have another ten bowls!"

"What? I'll have another ten bowls?" the boss asked incrediblely, "or is it big?"

"Yes, come again... ten bowls are big." Lin Ping hesitated for a moment and ordered ten bowls. He was not because he felt sorry for the money, but because he was afraid that these children would support it.

"Himmer... Teacher, can you have another bowl..." Liu Dazhu asked foolishly while burping.

"No!" Lin Ping refused decisively this time. Don't this silly boy knows that he's full, and he's so full that he still wants to eat.

After a while, all the ten children finished eating wontons and were burping, but there was no drop of soup left in their bowls, which made Lin Ping feel a little distressed.

After eating, Lin Ping went to the boss to pay, and the boss said, "It costs 115 yuan in total. Did you come from the mountains?"

"Yes." Lin Ping admitted calmly, and ordered 115 yuan to the boss.

The boss only took the red 100 yuan, but did not accept the remaining 15 yuan. He sighed and said, "Oh, these children look very pitiful. I will accept you 100 yuan. The small business can't help much. Just think that 15 yuan is my best."

Lin Ping smiled and bowed and said "Thank you", and then stuffed the 15 yuan back into the boss's hand: "It's not easy for us, but it's not easy for you. I have received your kindness and the children, but we can't collect this money. You have earned it every minute by getting up early and going to bed late. Thank you."

After saying that, Lin Ping turned around and left with the children, not giving the breakfast stall owner a chance to push back and forth.

After leaving the breakfast stall, Lin Ping and his group came to the place where they were waiting for the first bus entering the city.

"I love you, I love you, just like a mouse loves rice..."

Suddenly, a deafening singing came from afar with a roar.

A burst of dust flew, and a motorcycle appeared brightly. The marquee lights on the motorcycle were still shining in the daytime, and two large speakers were hung on both sides. The noisy singing of "The Mouse Loves Rice" came from this cheap speaker.

Looking at the two people on the motorcycle again, Lin Ping was speechless. The Shamatt noble wind blew over the face, making mortals unable to look directly at it.

Around 2010, it was the last carnival of non-mainstream Shamatt, and since then, the Shamatt nobles suddenly disappeared.

Turning his head and looking at the ten children, his eyes straight at the back of Shamatte, which was gradually blurred in the flying dust, fell into a dullness. The unique hairstyles and decorations of Shamatte and the roaring sound of motorcycles formed a huge impact, shocking these children.

"Please don't be obsessed with me, I'm just a legend..."

As soon as the front foot was gone, another one came up with the rear foot. The configuration of the motorcycle was exactly the same and it looked like it was a group of people, but the music played by this motorcycle was more exciting than the one in front.

"Wow! That sister is wearing a colorful hedgehog on her head!" Liu Dazhu shouted at Shamatt on the motorcycle.

The Shamatt on the motorcycle seemed to hear Liu Dazhu's shout, and a thunderbolt shook his tail and drifted, which stopped the motorcycle in front of Lin Ping and the children.

The colorful hedgehog hairstyle Shamatt shook his head suddenly, but his hard hairstyle as hard as iron did not move at all, and he could not become chic because of his head shake.

"Little boy," said Hedgehog-headed Shamatt with a serious expression in a "noble" accent, "Brother is a man, not a sister, do you understand?"

The silhouette on the back seat of his car, with a look of poison, and Shamatt, who also said in the unique tone of the Shamatt nobleman: "We are pure men, can we speak? Ah, you bunch of local sluts are from the mountains at first glance, right? What does it mean to have a hedgehog on your head? This is called fashion, fashion, fashion, fashion, do you understand?"

Lin Ping and his group looked at the two of them without saying a word, mainly because they didn't know how to talk to them.

"That's it," said Shamatt, with a hedgehog hairstyle, with a proud look on his face, "i am fashion man."

The English of these two people made Lin Ping's scalp numb, especially the fashion, which made him feel very special.

The two of them shook their heads proudly, then twisted the handlebars, and the smoke rolled on the entrance of the motorcycle chimney. The speaker turned on again, and continued to sing the song "Brother is Just a Legend", and then left.
Chapter completed!