I haven't finished writing today, and I'm going to change tomorrow morning. Sorry.

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In the twelfth year of the Republic of China.

In the middle of the streets of the capital, there are carts and mules and rickshaws. Occasionally, cars pass by with loud horns. Because the residents on both sides poured cinders upwards, they were actually two or three feet higher than the left and right side walkways. The sunken walkways were for people to walk, with potholes and soil accumulations. However, about an arm-wide place, dozens or hundreds of floating stalls had to be moved out of their positions. Every day, people trampled on goods, scraped pots, tables and chairs and started to fight with vendors, so the police came out to mediate.

Before I could tell the truth about right and wrong, the sky changed, as red as a red pill.

The weather was extremely hot. When the old people saw this, they said it was going to rain. Sure enough, the wind was getting stronger after eating tea, and the water came. The originally foggy and gray road surface instantly turned into a chaotic mud pond. For a quarter of an hour, the turbid water only covered the upper, and after two quarters of an hour, it hit the knee. After three quarters of an hour, the stone lion in front of the nobleman's door was gone. Among the people who were sheltering from the rain on the wild stage, someone asked: "Didn't it say that the public office has rebuilt the sewer?" Someone sneered, but no one answered him, so the person who asked the previous question stopped talking.

They only stared at the fish bones, rotten cloth, dead cats and mice in the turbid water in a daze. At this time, there were not only donations for sanitation, but also donations for houses, boats, donations for business, donations for show, donations for medicine, donations for outbound funds for food, donations for education, donations for livestock, donations for firefighting, donations for public welfare, donations for house license fees, donations for poor education, donations for garbage disposal, donations for civil training, donations for repairs for the National Military Corps, helping the police force to collect funds for new recruits, raise funds for laboring for labor, etc., all of which are the most important. Not donating means not patriotism, don’t respect officials, don’t care about the people, and you have to be stuck or jailed, but no one dares to pursue the matter where you use it.

At this time, two shadows moved over step by step in the drowsy rain. When the person who arrived first glanced at him, he found that he was a pair of scoundrels, known as Dalai Li and Little Li. When they arrived here, they were unwilling to look for other places. However, there were already a pile of quails crowded here. Dalai Li just glanced at him and asked a half-sized child from the crowd. He grabbed the bag tightly, and a piece of soft white paper in his arms exposed. When he saw that he was a newspaper boy, his shoulders and spine were wet, and he only saved the newspapers. If it was sunny after the rain, he might have to dry it well, and maybe three or five copper plates could be replaced. However, Dalai Li revealed him and was thrown to the stairs. Not to mention the newspaper, even his whole body was marinated in the water and he was immediately lost.

People only looked at it, looking numb. Oh, it’s not that they don’t want to save it, but who doesn’t have an old mother or young child. The victim is another newspaper boy. If he is cold and beaten, he is destined to be unpaid. How can he survive when he expects his family? With so many donations, rice and flour are constantly rising, and the landlord becomes more and more harsh... But when one of them jumped down and pulled the newspaper boy out of the water, their eyes also emitted a light of relief and guilt. Then when the light saw the other party wearing a black dress, it turned into relief. Although Big Lili Li was not happy to see someone doing it, he stopped talking when he saw the clothes, but just stood a little tighter and stopped talking.

As soon as the newspaper boy was pulled up, he turned his head and sniffed water while looking at his bags. Naturally, the newspaper could not save him. Not only was it wet, but the ink was filled with feces, and there were also feces of unknown humans or dogs. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, I am afraid that few people would believe that such a young child would have such a desperate and sad expression. The person who saved him paused and brought the poor child to the stage. The people there were stirring for a while because of the dampness and stench on the newspaper boy's body, but they still endured it without the man climbing up.

"Things are not that bad," said the young man in a black tweed dress. The rain sounded so loud, but his voice was extremely penetrating, and it echoed under the colorless lintel of the wild stage: "You must be fine." Finally, he encouraged, shook the child's hand, and let him quietly collect a silver dollar, turned around and threw himself into the endless rain curtain. People could still see his black back within eleven or two feet, and no matter how much they were, they could see nothing.

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Chen Sheng was moving along the way, and the rain became more and more violent. He threw himself into his eyes, mouth, and nose, making him almost unable to breathe, and took away his last bit of body temperature. The water that had already reached his waist created a lot of resistance. He felt that he was about to float up - he had to breathe and look around like an alert old cat, and then he saw a little bright and gentle light, coming from a rather remote street, like a moth being attracted, Chen Sheng couldn't help but walk towards the light.

It was a Western-style three-story building with rough and large exterior walls, grey granite veneer, and two semicircular arched windows on both sides. The porch was sunken, and two pairs of stone pillars stood in front and back. The doors and windows were covered with black iron inlaid glass. The metal color was dark, but the glass was shining. The luxurious electric lights were cast out from it, not only illuminating the store, but also illuminating the store on both sides and the opposite one. Chen Sheng raised his arm and blocked the rain. He saw that the left and right sides of this Western store were pawn shops that "would have specially collected rosewood, rosewood, and "

This hall purchases a medicinal shop with authentic raw and cooked medicinal materials in Sichuan, Guangxi, Yunnan and Guizhou, and Zungu Paste and Pills wholesale. Opposite is a gold and silver shop with "This account buys gold hairpins, jewelry, pearls and gems" and a tobacco shop with a cappella written on "Guangzhou Qiulin Yanzhuang various cigarettes". Except for this Western shop with no plaques and no bulging bananas, these shops have already put on door panels, and dirty sandbags or wooden boards are tilted upside down at the door - used to offset water, and there is no light leaking in the gaps in the door panels, which is obviously no longer doing business.

The Western store is clean and its base is much higher than its kind around. From the ground, there are at least seven steps (this was calculated by Chen Sheng based on the position of the water surface and his own height). There are hanging stones on both sides of the steps. When the emperor was still there, it was a great extermination. When the emperor was still there, he had to be beheaded. There is such a provision in the "Qing Dynasty Hui Dian" - "Below the Duke and Marquis, above the third rank: above the third rank: above the fourth rank: above the scholars and civilians: above the civilians." However, now there is no emperor, and the Hui Dian has become a piece of paper.

Chen Sheng calmed down and cheered up. Even if he was not allowed to enter the store, he could take a short distance from the porch. As soon as he stepped on the granite ground, he suddenly lightened his whole body and couldn't help but breathe a deep breath. From here, you could see the details in the store. With a glance, Chen Sheng couldn't see what business the store was doing. He could only see that the ten-breasted tiny inside was extremely tall and empty. The walls were divided into many lattices of different sizes and were decorated with various antiques and utensils. Before Chen Sheng could continue to look, he heard someone laughing and saying, "Since the customer is here, why don't you enter?"

"I'm so pickled, I dare not enter!" Chen Sheng replied loudly. He was not a shy person. Since the master had invited him, he would not hesitate and dare to enter. Although his storm was indeed a bit disgusting. As soon as he entered the store, he couldn't help but tremble slightly. Although the wind and rain outside were still hot and stuffy, the store was filled with cool and fresh air, as if he was in a pool of flowers, which made him feel very refreshing. It was just a chill that forced into his skin from all directions, making him creepy.

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In the twelfth year of the Republic of China.

In the middle of the streets of the capital, there are carts and mules and rickshaws. Occasionally, cars pass by with loud horns. Because the residents on both sides poured cinders upwards, they were actually two or three feet higher than the left and right side walkways. The sunken walkways were for people to walk, with potholes and soil accumulations. However, about an arm-wide place, dozens or hundreds of floating stalls had to be moved out of their positions. Every day, people trampled on goods, scraped pots, tables and chairs and started to fight with vendors, so the police came out to mediate.

Before I could tell the truth about right and wrong, the sky changed, as red as a red pill.

The weather was extremely hot. When the old people saw this, they said it was going to rain. Sure enough, the wind was getting stronger after eating tea, and the water came. The originally foggy and gray road surface instantly turned into a chaotic mud pond. For a quarter of an hour, the turbid water only covered the upper, and after two quarters of an hour, it hit the knee. After three quarters of an hour, the stone lion in front of the nobleman's door was gone. Among the people who were sheltering from the rain on the wild stage, someone asked: "Didn't it say that the public office has rebuilt the sewer?" Someone sneered, but no one answered him, so the person who asked the previous question stopped talking.

They only stared at the fish bones, rotten cloth, dead cats and mice in the turbid water in a daze. At this time, there were not only donations for sanitation, but also donations for houses, boats, donations for business, donations for show, donations for medicine, donations for outbound funds for food, donations for education, donations for livestock, donations for firefighting, donations for public welfare, donations for house license fees, donations for poor education, donations for garbage disposal, donations for civil training, donations for repairs for the National Military Corps, helping the police force to collect funds for new recruits, raise funds for laboring for labor, etc., all of which are the most important. Not donating means not patriotism, don’t respect officials, don’t care about the people, and you have to be stuck or jailed, but no one dares to pursue the matter where you use it.

At this time, two shadows moved over step by step in the drowsy rain. When the person who arrived first glanced at him, he found that he was a pair of scoundrels, known as Dalai Li and Little Li. When they arrived here, they were unwilling to look for other places. However, there were already a pile of quails crowded here. Dalai Li just glanced at him and asked a half-sized child from the crowd. He grabbed the bag tightly, and a piece of soft white paper in his arms exposed. When he saw that he was a newspaper boy, his shoulders and spine were wet, and he only saved the newspapers. If it was sunny after the rain, he might have to dry it well, and maybe three or five copper plates could be replaced. However, Dalai Li revealed him and was thrown to the stairs. Not to mention the newspaper, even his whole body was marinated in the water and he was immediately lost.

People only looked at it, looking numb. Oh, it’s not that they don’t want to save it, but who doesn’t have an old mother or young child. The victim is another newspaper boy. If he is cold and beaten, he is destined to be unpaid. How can he survive when he expects his family? With so many donations, rice and flour are constantly rising, and the landlord becomes more and more harsh... But when one of them jumped down and pulled the newspaper boy out of the water, their eyes also emitted a light of relief and guilt. Then when the light saw the other party wearing a black dress, it turned into relief. Although Big Lili Li was not happy to see someone doing it, he stopped talking when he saw the clothes, but just stood a little tighter and stopped talking.

As soon as the newspaper boy was pulled up, he turned his head and sniffed water while looking at his bags. Naturally, the newspaper could not save him. Not only was it wet, but the ink was filled with feces, and there were also feces of unknown humans or dogs. If he had not seen it with his own eyes, I am afraid that few people would believe that such a young child would have such a desperate and sad expression. The person who saved him paused and brought the poor child to the stage. The people there were stirring for a while because of the dampness and stench on the newspaper boy's body, but they still endured it without the man climbing up.

"Things are not that bad," said the young man in a black tweed dress. The rain sounded so loud, but his voice was extremely penetrating, and it echoed under the colorless lintel of the wild stage: "You must be fine." Finally, he encouraged, shook the child's hand, and let him quietly collect a silver dollar, turned around and threw himself into the endless rain curtain. People could still see his black back within eleven or two feet, and no matter how much they were, they could see nothing.

——————————————————————————————————

Chen Sheng was moving along the way, and the rain became more and more violent. He threw himself into his eyes, mouth, and nose, making him almost unable to breathe, and took away his last bit of body temperature. The water that had already reached his waist created a lot of resistance. He felt that he was about to float up - he had to breathe and look around like an alert old cat, and then he saw a little bright and gentle light, coming from a rather remote street, like a moth being attracted, Chen Sheng couldn't help but walk towards the light.

It was a Western-style three-story building with rough and large exterior walls, grey granite veneer, and two semicircular arched windows on both sides. The porch was sunken, and two pairs of stone pillars stood in front and back. The doors and windows were covered with black iron inlaid glass. The metal color was dark, but the glass was shining. The luxurious electric lights were cast out from it, not only illuminating the store, but also illuminating the store on both sides and the opposite one. Chen Sheng raised his arm and blocked the rain. He saw that the left and right sides of this Western store were pawn shops that "would have specially collected rosewood, rosewood, and "
Chapter completed!