Rebirth: Outstanding

It may be that he is not used to sleeping in the new bed, or it may be due to other physical reasons. In short, Song Tianyao woke up but Meng Mengliang, put on his coat, gently opened the bedroom door and took a look. Shi Yehui was on the wooden bench in the living room. Wrapped in a blanket, he had a good dream and didn't wake the other party. Song Tianyao quietly opened the door, ready to go downstairs and take the rickshaw back to the hotel to catch up.

When he was sneaking past the second floor of his house, the door was pushed aside from the inside. Song Chunliang came out with a bucket in each hand. Behind him was Zhao Meizhen who was holding a large steamer.

Song Tianyao lowered his head and sighed depressed in the widened eyes of his parents. Recently, everything went wrong with him. You should find out which temple's incense is effective and go to pay the gods and worship Buddha in exchange for luck.

"You don't even return home now, so you just slept on the third floor?" Zhao Meizhen squeezed Song Chunliang away with a large iron pan, and leaned in front of Song Tianyao and said, "Are you going to disappear even from your parents and go downstairs quietly? People? That widow has a baa? Let you...Is it right? Widow Yun will return to Kowloon yesterday afternoon, and only Shi Yehui will return for dinner? You slept with a man all night?"

"I drank on the top floor until the sky, do you believe it?" Song Tianyao weakly lowered his head and said to Zhao Meizhen.

"Don't believe me, why is your nasal sound so heavy? Bad boy, really go to the hair again? Did you catch a cold? Go back to the house, I'll help you cook some **** syrup."

Song Tianyao yawned and said, "The nose is nasty, you and my old bean are going to have a baa in the morning?"

"Go buy water." Zhao Meizhen replied casually, and continued to ask why her son ran upstairs to sleep in the middle of the night instead of going home.

Song Tianyao ignored his mother's gossip: "Isn't the house connected to the water pipe to supply water nine hours a day? This is not Kowloon, so you don't have to go to the street to buy water."

"The water pipe at home is installed with a meter, and it is necessary to charge money when it is opened. Every morning in this street, there are candle ghosts driving a waterwheel. Five cents of water will take up a full bucket. Today I will buy large wood. The buckets are used to store water. Let’s go. It’s not our turn to go late.” Originally wanted to continue to ask Song Tianyao, but when Song Tianyao mentioned about fetching water, Zhao Meizhen immediately realized that gossip could go back and ask again, but it must be cheap. I went to take up immediately, urging my husband to go downstairs to fetch water.

"Is it true that when I lived in Kowloon, the dirty water of the fire candle ghosts did not eat enough? The dirty water was used by the fire candle ghosts for fire fighting, and the rainwater was drawn directly from the pond. It’s not the mountain spring water that the British ghosts drink, but it’s already supplied after a little filtering. It’s much cleaner than the water in the reservoir. It’s no problem for people to drink it after boiling. Even if it’s raw water, the worms in the belly are better than drinking. There are fewer people in the waterwheel of the fire candle ghost." Song Tianyao stood at the top of the stairs to block his parents, and said to persuade him.

When living in the poor wooden house area in Kowloon, Song Tianyao’s family had a big problem with water every day. Hong Kong was a water-poor city. Although it was humid and rainy, the ground was mainly granite, which could not provide stable and sufficient groundwater. Moreover, the area was small and could not be accumulated in large quantities. The fifteen reservoirs in Hong Kong that store rainwater mainly rely on storing rainwater. In the face of the huge population surge data after the war, the water supply is far from meeting the water needs of Hong Kong people. As long as the rainwater was slightly insufficient that year, the ponds would be dried up immediately. When the bottom was reached, the forced Hong Kong colonial government had no choice but to restrict water supply.

So last year, in 1950, the Water Supplies Department of the Hong Kong colonial government had to erect an independent seawater (salt water) pipeline to satisfy the residents of Hong Kong Island for flushing toilets, avoid wasting fresh water resources, and levied salt water fees. Subsidies for fresh water expenditure, coupled with the fact that there is very little rain this year and insufficient water storage in reservoirs, so the daily limit on fresh water supply has been reduced from 12 hours last year to nine hours.

It’s not to say that the twelve hours of water supply per day means that everyone can happily unscrew the water hose in the home and use the turbulent tap water. In 1950, the water pressure of Hong Kong’s tap water was very low. The first floor has the largest water flow. If all residents in Hong Kong unscrew the water pipes at the same time, they can fill a bucket in about ten minutes. On the second floor, under the same conditions, it will take about half an hour or even more than an hour. It takes four to five hours or more to fill a bucket of water on the third floor. As for the fourth floor, it’s like raindrops on the eaves. It’s already lucky if someone can barely spill water. If someone is unlucky to rent In the fifth and sixth-floor tenement, you can only go downstairs with a bucket every day to ask the residents on the first floor to borrow some water to eat. The water pipes in your house are absolutely dry and can smoke.

Therefore, almost every morning after the water supply is started, residents of high-rise buildings can be heard shouting to the residents on the first and second floors in various residential areas on Hong Kong Island: "Stop the water pipe downstairs!"

Even in order to store water, the fourth and fifth floors of the tenants and the first and second floors smashed blood and finally saw the news on the spot, there are more than a dozen incidents a year.

Because the water pipes are not turned off on the first and second floors, even if the residents on the fourth and fifth floors turn the pipe switch to the maximum, it is unlikely that half a bucket of water will be filled in nine hours.

Therefore, even the residents living in the tenement buildings on Hong Kong Island have limited water supply every day, so the slums all over Kowloon can be imagined, and the Hong Kong colonial government has no time to care about these low-level people. Residents in the wooden houses can only find ways to raise funds. Entrust a capable person to choose a site to open a freshwater well that barely empties water, or gather dozens of people to run to the Kowloon Reservoir, which is guarded by armed police and British troops, to smuggle water at risk, and so on.

The fire candle ghost is actually a name for firefighters. Since the frequent fires of different sizes in the slum areas in Kowloon, the Hong Kong colonial government has purchased a number of fire-fighting water tankers for fire fighting. The fire candle ghost got a chance to make a fortune. He filled the waterwheel from the pond every day and drove it to sell water near the wooden house area. In the Kowloon area, a bucket of water from the pond without filtration and precipitation was bid by the fire candle ghost. When the water supply is severely restricted, the price is more than 50 cents per barrel.

In the Kowloon hut area, in addition to the consumption of a bucket of water for cooking and drinking, the rest of the water has to satisfy the whole family to wash, wash clothes, scrub the household items, and finally flush the bucket. Under the premise of a few people.

From the 1920s to now in Hong Kong in 1951, almost all ordinary Chinese people need to rush for a bucket of water that is far from being clean. Only those British and wealthy Chinese businessmen can be an exception, because Hong Kong does not Two or three more luscious springs have been enjoyed exclusively by them.

This is why Song Tianyao started with insect repellents. As many as 95% or more of the people in Hong Kong drink rainwater that only relies on simple alum and chemical agents to purify the precipitation. There are three filtration stations on Hong Kong Island. There is only one company with deep filtration and purification capabilities, but it is only responsible for providing purified mountain spring water for those British and wealthy people, completely isolated from the public water supply system, and exists independently. The remaining two filtration stations are unable to complete the daily purification task of the daily water supply for Hong Kong Island residents. When the water supply is urgent, some alum is often sprinkled in a hurry before the purification is completed, and then it is immediately transported into the tap water pipeline to flow into thousands of households. The degree of purification of this water can be imagined.

As for the Kowloon area, there is only one filter station to provide purification and sedimentation for the Kowloon Reservoir. However, the Kowloon Reservoir is a standby reservoir, not a daily water supply reservoir. The quality of the water they drink is equivalent to how dirty the rainwater is, the water they drink is dirty.

In this environment, Song Tianyao told Mrs. Beth that 80% of people in Hong Kong caused parasitic diseases because of drinking raw or unclean water, which is no exaggeration.

When children are tired from playing on the street, they will drink raw water directly when they go home. When the coolie on the dock catches a breath, he pours raw water into his mouth. Even factory workers and factory owners cannot prepare for them to burn. Good hot water allows them to drink slowly, and enough raw water for them to drink can already be called conscientious.

"What's the difference, isn't it the same if you put some alum in it? You grew up drinking this kind of water and didn't see you getting sick? Even if there are insects in your belly, you can get out sooner or later, nothing will happen." Zhao Meizhen Putting down the large steaming pot in your hand, he said dissatisfied with Song Tianyao: "You take care of yourself, don't forget your roots as a secretary for a few days, and forget the hardships of the previous years after eating peaceful tea and rice for a few days."

"If you discharge one, there will only be more in your belly, don't you believe it?" Song Tianyao took out his wallet and counted eighty or ninety yuan bills, and handed it to Zhao Meizhen with a calm face. You want to buy an American-made Sandulian insect repellent at 57 Hong Kong dollars per bottle, which is also the cheapest one. After you buy it back, you and my old bean, plus Wenwen, eat one tablet per person, and wait for the toilet. I knew from time to time how many worms are in my belly. If I am wrong, I will help you buy the water for you every morning. Many are harmful to the body."

After her son sank her face down, Zhao Meizhen really didn't dare to use her mother's identity to make arguments. She muttered a few words that she dared to talk back to her parents as a secretary, looked at the change in her hand, and finally said "Trust you once, and let you buy it later, fifty-seven yuan a bottle!? It is enough to go to the pharmacy to buy more than a dozen pairs of Chinese medicines! It is better to eat chancre to disperse worms and save money. One piece...Forget it, listen to you, if it doesn't work, I see you talk about it when the time comes."

"By the way, remember to buy me some western medicine for colds and colds." Song Tianyao inhaled some uncomfortable nasal cavity, turned and walked downstairs.

Zhao Meizhen yelled from behind, "You go to Biandu in the morning? I'll cook **** soup for you and come back."

"I remember going home to take medicine in the evening, I am going to see someone in the morning, and I remember to buy the deworming medicine. After I dare to buy it, I will not give it to the family. In addition, I will go to the third floor to live with Shi Yehui all night." Song Tianyao finished. Stepped out of the corridor.

Only Zhao Meizhen's screams echoed in the corridor.

He really wants to meet someone, the boss of Liheng Trading Company who confessed everything to his boss, Chu Xiaozhong, the eldest son of the Chu family.