Old Peking is cold this year, and it's just the little November. The wind in the morning can already make the old neighbors who are getting up early and taking a walk suddenly shrink their necks. When they reach out and pull the collar of their clothes, they look up at the sky, and then mutter lowly: "This day... they have to think about preparing old cabbage, pouring pickle jars, and making winter stuff!"

If there are men who have studied some books and liked to read newspapers and go to teahouses, they might have to add another sentence: "Looking at the past few years, the weather is not right!"

Isn't it wrong?

The news written in the newspaper was written two years ago. Zhang Dashuai, who was taking the train back to the outside of the pass, asked someone to blow up his train. Zhang Dashuai died after not exceeding twelve hours, and the fat black soil outside the pass and hundreds of thousands of Northeast Army shot into Zhang Shaoshuai's hand.

But this young man Zhang was really a prodigal son who was so honest. Before he could catch the hundreds of thousands of guns from his father, Beidaying, which had thousands of spearmen, lived outside the pass. He called hundreds of Japanese people to knock them out overnight. Without even a single fart, he fled back to the pass.

There are also news that I don’t know where to hit me, and I have a hard neck, and I am not afraid of death, and I can’t vomit this devastating tough guy. He dragged his gun and horse to kill Lao Linzi and the Eastern people outside the pass. There is also a commander Ma Zhanshanma who pulled the team to fight with the Eastern people for a sea of ​​corpses and blood. I don’t know what the situation has been to fight?

Anyway, I don’t know much about the news. The people who fled from neighbors near Sijiu City were getting more and more fleeing people day by day. They carried the burden, carried the family, carried the luggage rolls, and the owner who looked like he had two money in his hand was driving a large four-wheeled carriage. He rushed to Peking City in a dark and black manner.

The streets were also a lot of chaos. Places like the Six Kingdoms Hotel were still similar to usual, but the half-sized hotel had been filled with a lot of stuff, and the housing prices were also rising one by one every day.

As for the chicken feather shops and big shops in the corners, there is no need to say...

Even the sand bed shop where Liba and the others slept on weekdays was already full of refugees who were short of money.

Several porridge sheds were already set up in the city of Peking. Following the relief of two meals a day to help refugees who were living in the city of Sijiu from outside the pass. There were several large pots lined up in the porridge sheds everywhere, and people kept adding firewood and water. In the cold weather, the fog was white and white, and almost even the figures couldn't understand. But when I got the hour to put the porridge, the refugees holding the broken bowl of melon in their hands walked to the pot under the shouts of the patrol officers, but they could only get half a spoon of dilute soup that could see the figures. Even after drinking it, I couldn't see a few things that could be considered food?

There were already figures from the Beijing Municipal Government Relief Association on the street, with yellow cloth and white sleeves on his arms. Seeing the business side, he bumped into the door. Even if he was a small grocery store selling needles and threads, he would dare to open his mouth and ask for a piece of money for relief. He dared to say that he would not give it to him, and the taxpayers who followed him could immediately shout to close the door and check the accounts. Looking at the taxpayers' attitude of beating wolves, I guess they would not be able to find out for less than half a year...

Seeing that the relief money was not paid, I had to pay it. Some people from all walks of life had already taken the lead in holding a charity sale several times. Le donation, and there were quite a lot of valuable things that were put into Le donation box. But when they took turns to the money that the people who were doing business wanted to get to help those refugees outside the country, they found that there were only a hundred big boys left on the books, and the accountants in the relief clubs who were in charge of the accounts were silent and secretly.

If there is a person who is ignorant and despicable, he will ask urgently, and then there will be officials who are effective in speaking in the Beijing Municipal Government with their faces coming out to tell them. This account is clearly placed here, but it is related to the national economy and people's livelihood and the country's affairs. You can be a flash of nothing. You can just read it? Get out of here, don't feel uncomfortable!

Under the guidance of such a relief method, many people lying in Sijiu City were seen. It was not too cold this day, but if they had no food in their stomachs and were thin, they would have three or five people who could not get through the entrance of the city gate or the door of the big mansion in one night, and they were covered in pale and purple, and they were straddled by the roadside. At the door, they were just asking the cars that were lying in Sihai to work so hard that they could not touch the ground.

There are more refugees begging for food, and the patrol officers on Jing Street can't control them at all. Sometimes, seeing that the refugees are really pitiful, they are unwilling to take seriously. At the entrance of the slightly better restaurant, there are piles of half-grown children with undressed food. The waiter at the door was finally knocked away a bunch of them, but before he could turn around and take a breath, another pile of half-grown children blocked the entrance of the restaurant and stretched out a dirty slap.

Next to Erhun Shop, there were all old ladies with blue eyes and yellow faces and thin faces. They didn't know where they hit him and got some water and washed their faces. Seeing Liba, the tooth-killing sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial sacrificial storm, the shopkeeper of the small business seller, was able to make do with it in a swarm. He forced his face down with a smile and shouted in his voice: "Give me a steamed bun. Why do you make it..."

When I bought the cut cake, I followed the men who were shaking one by one in groups of three or three with a few men who were shaking one step at a time. It was only half a month ago, and the hungry men who snatched the cut cakes, and there were more than ten men who had a hard noodles. I guess the man who was hungry was still thinking about his wife and children who were also hungry, so I rushed to a soybean juice pickup and reached out to hold a handful of hot soybean juice from the pot, and ran all the way to his wife and children, regardless of the burning hands, and the flesh was rotten...

After spending a total of ten yuan, Na Jiuye sent away the relief club figure who came to the door. He told Jiuhouer to take good care of his little apprentice who was in the fire to welcome guests at the main gate hall. Then Na Jiuye walked back to the second yard and walked straight to the room for discussion.

Although the newly built Huozhengmen Hall was built as the original building, Hu Qianli was almost staring at the people in the building without blinking, but he said that the carrots were fast and not washing the mud. The houses that were rushed out on the large streets were always the scenes that were spent on his own thoughts and effort to clean up. He reached out and lifted the thick cloth curtain hanging in front of the door of the convention room. Master Na Jiu first tripped the threshold that was slightly higher than the threshold under his feet, and almost stumbled into the convention room.

He hurriedly reached out to hold Master Na Jiu. She Youdao helped Master Na Jiu stand firm, but said to Master Na Jiu urgently: "My senior brother, please persuade Youbao again! This time, no one can stop him. Youbao was determined to go outside the pass to find his master, and was clamoring to ask Senior Brother Hu to pay him money to get on the road!"

Looking at the luggage rolls placed in the room of the meeting, then looking at Xiang Youbao, who was dressed up in a long-distance manner, Na Jiuye sighed heavily. He walked to a chair with some fatigue. He sat down slowly, staring at Xiang Youbao's eyes full of anxiety without saying a word.

It seemed that he had known what Master Na Jiu was going to say to him for a long time. Xiang Youbao said to Master Na Jiu in a muffled voice: "Uncle Master, you really don't have to persuade me! I have been getting the letter from the Japanese to capture Beidaying in Sijiu City. I have been going on a lot of days now! If my master is really like what you said, the auspicious people have their own heavenly appearance, then I should have returned to Sijiu City to come to him! But now I don't know anyone... No matter what, I have to go out and find my master's whereabouts no matter what!"

He stretched out his two fingers, and Na Jiuye gently knocked on the armrest on the chair with his fingers, and said slowly, "There is a leopard, and now the mouth is messy. Whether it is military or civilian, all of them are scattered, they are all scattered into the gate. I have never heard of anyone running outside the gate! In these days, not only you are anxious about the news of your master, but you and your uncles are not idle either. I have been looking for those big merchants who can go back and forth to trade outside the gate. But no matter which merchant person they ask, what they say is similar - this Japanese soldier is different from the ones in China. Even if you spend money, you can't buy a business path. People run for death!"

Hu Qianli, who had been getting thinner in the past year, also echoed Na Jiuye's words: "Since ancient times, people said that money can help the gods. In the past, when he encountered various people who sent troops to fight for territory, he could spend a lot of money and seek a way out in the chaos. But in this battle, the eight major businesses in Sijiu City were all in the business and tile-free scenes, which led to the fact that even the people were

No one is back! You are a leopard, you think you know how to adapt to the shopkeepers who are more knowledgeable in the business. Don’t tell me what you want to make a trip by relying on your skills. The eight major businesses all have high-ranking officials in the escort shops. They are all good at making excellence in the four nine cities, and their ability is not inferior to you, but you see anyone who can get back from outside the pass?!"

After slowing down, Master Na Jiu said to Xiang Youbao in harmony, "Youbao. Even if we elders nodded and agreed to let you go, you should also think carefully. The battle between the Japanese outside the mouth was basically opened from Liutiao Lake! Although we have never seen the scene of the war in person, it is said that there are soldiers who have experienced the Zhifeng War in previous years. On this battlefield, no matter how good the skills are, no matter how smart the mind is, they cannot withstand the shells that have hit overwhelmingly... "

Before Master Na Jiu finished speaking, Xiang Youbao twisted his neck and interrupted Master Na Jiu's words: "Uncle Master, don't persuade him anymore! This time I said that I would go outside the pass if I die. I have inquired about the way. There are several medicinal vendors selling ginseng and antlers who seem to have found a way to pass outside the pass. I plan to follow them..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiu Houer's slightly panic-like voice came from outside the door of the conference room: "Uncle Master, Senior Brother Xiang, you two, hurry up and take a look. There is someone coming to the gate of the hall. In his hands... in his hands, there is the beast-tooth talisman in our Huozhengmen!"

Almost rushed to the door of the conference room, Xiang Youbao pulled open the door of the conference room, and didn't bother to ask him to lift the door curtain, making Jiu Houer circling in place, and hurriedly shouted to Jiu Houer who was covering his face, "Where is the person?!"

Covering the thick cloth door curtain, Jiuhouer raised his hand and pointed to a half-old child sitting next to the rough stone table in the yard: "Just just touched the door of our hall, the beast teeth talisman appeared and fell down. It seemed like he had a life of not having to eat and get hungry. When he first came in, Senior Sister Nalan fed him a few mouthfuls of candy water, and he just woke up..."

He pushed away Jiuhou'er who was half blocking his body. Xiang Youbao jumped to the stone table where the half-grown child was sitting. He didn't care that the torn clothes on the child were already dirty, staring at the face of the half-grown child, shouting: "Who are you?! Where are you going?! How can you have the beast-tooth talisman in my fire gate?!"

With his breathless eyes barely opened, the half-grown child opened his mouth, but he fainted again without saying a word...

He raised his head in a hurry, and Xiang Youbao almost shouted in the direction of the kitchen: "Look for something that can suffocate life..."

Before Xiang Youyou Leopard's roar fell, Nalan walked out of the kitchen with a large porcelain bowl filled with half a bowl of porridge and water. She walked to Xiang Youyou Leopard in three steps and half-squatted to make the cold and heat just right. Look, she sprinkled some porridge water from ginseng and whisper that could suck life, and slowly poured it into the mouth of the half-aged child... (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, and your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile phone users please go to m. Read.)
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