Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 757

January 27th, [-]th year of the Republic of China!
Because of the imminent move of the Japanese troops from the north and the south, the Northeast Army, Northwest Army, Yunnan Army, Sichuan Army, Guangxi Army, and Central Army dispatched by the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs, hundreds of thousands of troops are gathering around Xuzhou, and Xuzhou City, which is the core of the long-awaited battle , the army ordered to guard the city has begun to deploy defenses, and a large number of trenches have been dug outside the city to deploy barbed wire. Various places in the city's defense areas have also begun to build machine gun firepower points and various anti-artillery fortifications. Great barracks.

In addition to the infantry corps originally stationed in the city, many infantry corps have set up liaison offices in Xuzhou city to facilitate the collection of supplies from the fifth theater headquarters.

Therefore, apart from some residents who did not leave the city, the soldiers who kept walking on the street accounted for one-third.

However, standing on the street and looking up, there are more refugees huddled in the streets and alleys in ragged clothes, waiting for a daily bowl of porridge to survive.

Most of them escaped from Jiangsu and Zhejiang during the Battle of Songhu. Ordinary people whose homes were destroyed by the war fled all the way south to Jinling, but unexpectedly the Japanese army followed, and they had to start the process of fleeing again.

Unexpectedly, leaving their hometowns was only the beginning of the disaster for these ordinary people. Because of the outbreak of the war, domestic inflation increased at an astonishing rate. In such smaller cities, you can buy 16 catties, enough to feed an adult man for a month.

But with the outbreak of the war, the price of goods began to soar, and it took only half a year for the price to more than double.

That also means that a piece of Yinyang can only buy 8 to 10 catties of rice at most, and for millions of refugees, what made it worse was that before the war, many ordinary people responded to the government and exchanged Yinyang one-to-one for rice. Before fleeing, they naturally chose to bring paper money that was more convenient to carry.

Originally, the purchasing power of fiat currency was equal to that of Yinyang, but some unscrupulous merchants have lowered the purchasing power of fiat currency without authorization. Although the government has laws and regulations to prohibit and crack down on it, but in times of chaos, merchants who dare to do so must have sufficient background support behind them.

The only wealth of the refugees was harvested little by little along the way, and many people could only become destitute after fleeing this more than 1000 miles.

Huddled on the streets of this city that is about to become a battlefield, it's not that they don't want to escape, but that they really can't escape.

Anyway, here, the war zone will distribute a bowl of porridge and water every day. Even if the rice porridge is as clear as boiled water, and the soft rice grains can be counted with the naked eye, it can barely survive for myself and my family. It may be the end of being starved to death.

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Ming Xin's eyes were full of anger!

He stared fiercely at the shopkeeper of the unscrupulous grain shop in front of him.

This is already his third day in Xuzhou City.

Since saying goodbye to his senior brother and going down the mountain that day, he has been rushing to the southeast all the way.

Although Mingxin has no experience in traveling the world, he has been a smart boy since he was a child, otherwise he would not be called the only disciple who can shine on the lintel by his master, and he would not become the No. 1 force value in the Taoist temple at a young age.

He knew that if he wanted to slay demons, he had to go to the place closest to the battlefield, so he marched to Xuzhou City in three days.

The city gate of Xuzhou was strictly inspected. Fortunately, he had a special certificate for Taoist disciples, and when he went down the mountain, he asked the local village chief to issue his identity certificate. The three-foot Qingfeng sword on his back also well explained his identity as a Taoist priest.

When asked the reason, he heard that the Taoist chief was going to the battlefield to kill demons and demons because he came to join the army. The old mother of the captain who happened to be guarding the city gate was also a Taoist believer, so he let him into Xuzhou City.

Originally, Ming Xin planned to inquire carefully in Xuzhou City, which army was the most elite, then he would join that army and enter the battlefield to kill the enemy.

Ming Xin has strong confidence in her three-foot green front, even now is the era of bullets and shells.

Unexpectedly, before hearing the news, Mingxin witnessed with his own eyes the tragic situation of refugees curled up everywhere in Xuzhou City.

In Ming Xin's life, he may never forget the scene that happened three days ago, because it was too crowded, a thin man shaking from hunger accidentally knocked over the porridge bowl he was holding carefully.

Ignoring other things, the panic-stricken man just licked and spilled porridge on the mud floor, his mouth was full of mud and he didn't care, and then carefully put the mud stained with rice grains and porridge into the bowl , Not even a single grain of rice was spared.

After staggering 200 meters, he arrived at a eaves that were less than a foot wide. He lifted off a quilt that was full of holes and gave off a smell, and took out a child who was only a few years old, trembling with his fingers Dip the rice grains with mud and put it on the child's mouth.

The child who was almost motionless opened his mouth miraculously, and swallowed the extremely dirty rice grains bit by bit. Time and time again, the small half bowl of rice porridge mixed with mud was eaten up by the child.

The child glanced at the man with his big, lifeless eyes, and the haggard man grinned and smiled.

Yes, he laughed, because the child ate the small half bowl of rice porridge, even if most of it was mud, but it didn't matter, it meant that the child who was about to starve to death could live a little longer.

How can a father be dissatisfied with joy?
At that moment, Ming Xin, who watched all this from a distance, felt his nose sore, if it wasn't for his amazing concentration since he was a child, he would have been crying.

This place has not yet become a battlefield, and the people are already suffering so much, so what should the Chinese people in the battlefield be like?

The little Taoist priest with amazing concentration suppressed the sadness in his heart, but he didn't know that his cheeks were already cold.

Quietly watching the smiling man lick the bowl in his hand, after a while, Ming Xin walked over and bowed with one hand, "Xiao Dao Ming Xin, who learned medical skills from his teacher since he was a child, just saw that the boy had difficulty moving, Can you let me see the condition and take medicine according to the symptoms?"

The man raised his head feebly, looked at the serious Ming Xin with a miserable expression, wanted to say something, but in the end he only uttered two words: "Hunger disease!"

Ming Xin was stunned, looking around, there were only refugees lying down and curling up on the spot after drinking the porridge.

He finally understood that the reason why those refugees also huddled under the eaves during this daytime was not because they didn't want to move, but because they didn't dare to move.

Activities mean consumption, consumption of a bowl of clear rice porridge that they scooped up just after frantically snatching at a porridge point, then they can't carry it through a day and night until the next porridge, the long and cold winter night will Use up the only calories brought by the porridge water.

If you want to save them, you don't need any medicine, just food.

But, how should he save them?Touching the only piece of silver in the inner lining of his chest, he knew that even if he bought a few catties of grain with this piece of silver, it would not be enough to feed nearly a hundred refugees here.

But other than that, he only has a Tsing Yi Taoist robe, and the only valuable thing is the Qingfeng Sword handed down by his patriarch on his back, but it is a sharp weapon for him to slay demons and demons in the future, and he must not lose it easily.

But perhaps, there is another way.

"Do you want something to eat?" Ming Xin asked the man and the refugees huddled around him.

Although no one spoke, the eagerness in their eyes revealed their thoughts.

"Well, I'll hire you with half a catty of rice per person per day. You don't need to do anything for me. You just need to make me popular, and it's enough to call a few times when it's critical." Ming Xin offered the conditions and took He took out his only piece of silver and threw it to the man. "This is a deposit. You go and buy ten catties of rice and cook a pot of porridge so that the big guys have the strength to keep up."

Not to mention that each person is paid half a catty of rice per day, just to make porridge to satisfy their hunger, and hundreds of refugees flock to move.

As a Taoist priest, he suppressed the ultimatum and found a shop to borrow a few copper gongs. Mingxin Xiaodao had an idea and the bazaar was born.

Yes, what Mingxin thought of was his good martial arts.

Although the patriarch has a legacy: Do not use martial arts to violate the ban, and do not show off martial arts!But now he is to save the common people, not to show off himself, the patriarch will be lenient!
Xuzhou is a large city with a radius of hundreds of kilometers. According to the population statistics in the 25th year of the Republic of China, it had a permanent population of more than 16. Although many people escaped the war and went to the farther south, there is an unknown number of floating population. , plus the troops stationed there, the population is only much larger than before.

The Chinese people are also a very strange existence. No matter what era, even if the night is so dark, there is never a shortage of people watching the excitement.

Hundreds of refugees gathered in a circle, and there was no need to beat the gong. There were several floors inside and outside. There were soldiers and civilians. There was a little Taoist priest standing in the middle of the field, which undoubtedly increased people's curiosity. .

It's just that the little Taoist didn't have any props, and just stood there alone, which was even more mysterious.

After waiting for a long time, someone finally became impatient and shouted in the crowd: "What the hell do you want to do, little Taoist priest? If you have a job, show it up and let the men take a look!"

"Yeah! If you don't have a job, don't come out and show yourself!"

"Don't tell me, this looks pretty good. If you go to the theater to put on makeup, you might be able to sing Tsing Yi."

The sarcasm and rude ridicule outside the stadium are naturally only those soldiers who are allowed to go shopping on vacation. They themselves are under great pressure because of the coming of the war. It's no wonder that the tone is good.

"I don't want to show my skills for anything else. I just raise money for the disaster victims on the street, and I also ask my fathers and villagers to donate generously!" Ming Xin was unmoved, and made a Taoist bow with one hand, and said sincerely.

"It's easy to talk about money, so you have the ability to make men happy, little Taoist priest. If you only have fists and legs, don't blame the men for ruining your place." A soldier's rough voice sounded.

With a firm heart and a firm mind, he naturally would not get angry because of these words, and smiled slightly at the moment, "Pin Dao has been practicing martial arts with his master since he was a child.

"The little Taoist priest is crazy, so you can show it to the men. If you perform well, I will donate this silver dollar." The soldier who spoke earlier squeezed out from the crowd, took out a piece of silver silver from his pocket and held it in his palm. Fly up and down.

"Okay, with Lord Jun's words, Xiaodao's mind is settled." Ming Xin was full of confidence in his first performance in his life, and glanced around. "Get the props!"

The refugees immediately stood up and erected a few wooden sticks that were as thick as pebbles under their feet.

The tops of the 3-meter-high wooden sticks are each nailed with a wooden board no wider than a finger. There is a copper bell on the top of each wooden board. The four wooden sticks are arranged in a semi-arc in front of the bright heart. About eight meters.

"What is this going on?" The soldier in the rank of sergeant was slightly taken aback.

With a slight movement of Ming Xin's hand, a small willow-leaf dart slipped out of the special pouch in his sleeve and fell into his palm. This is the sword in the sleeve that he has practiced for more than ten years. The technique of taking darts and the accuracy of flying and shooting are one of the best skills in Guanzhong.

But I didn't expect that today it would become a game of performing arts for the common people to watch, I just hope that the patriarch is no wonder, Mingxin murmured in his heart, when the sergeant was still staring at the willow leaf dart in his palm, he suddenly waved his arm.

"Take it!" There was a crisp sound.

The vibrating copper bell also made a clear sound.

A flying knife no more than ten centimeters long hit the wooden sign six or seven meters away with precision.

The wooden sign was only one meter away from the sergeant.

It was only then that the people squatting or standing around realized that this man was actually playing the stunt of throwing knives.

This dart hit a blind cat and a dead mouse, but what about the next dart?What if it flies?Everyone's complexion changed drastically, and they scattered one after another.

"Master Jun is so courageous, Xiaodao admires him!" Ming Xin made a Taoist bow with one hand.

"Good guy! This knife is worth the ocean!" The sergeant looked sideways at the wooden sign not far from him. He was stunned at first, and then couldn't help laughing when he saw the panicked people around the wooden stick.

He should be considered the closest person to the wooden sign, but he didn't move at all. After the little Taoist said that, doesn't that also prove his courage as a soldier?

For these words, he also had to leave this ocean behind.

Maybe only he knew it, but he scolded this ignorant little Taoist priest in his heart. Teliang's knife was really scary. If he messed up, his little life would be ruined.

If you die on the battlefield, you can still get a pension. If you die here, where can you justify it?It's not worth killing the little Taoist priest ten times!
No matter how you say it, I have to find it again.

"Come on, little Taoist priest, show off your ability to the fullest, there are still two oceans waiting for you to get." The army sergeant stabilized his mood and wanted to see how accurate Mingxin could be.

Another two oceans!Ming Xin is not working hard?With a slight movement of the palm, another willow-leaf dart slipped down between the fingers, and the arm was raised between the fingers. In less than three seconds, there were three more swords, and the sword hit the wooden sign.

The sergeant couldn't help but froze.

One hit might be called luck, but with such a fast speed and three hits in a row, it could only be due to strength.

"it is good!"

"Wonderful!"

The refugees immediately shouted, and the crowd followed, but it attracted more people to watch.

It's just that for this sergeant, one piece of ocean is already painful, but another two pieces will kill half his life.

"Your knife must be accurate, but it's worth that piece of ocean, but it's not worth the two pieces of my master, unless you have more skills than this one." The sergeant shook his head.

"Master Jun, take this wooden stick!" Ming Xin remained calm. "You can pan up and down or side to side!"

The sergeant's face is a little pale!

I am already very regretful in my heart, this is all because I want to die!Still swaying up and down, you think I'm stupid!

But the courage of the soldier did not allow him to flinch, he gritted his back molars and raised the wooden stick, shaking it from side to side with a heroic air, "Is this okay?"

The copper bell rang crisply!
The people around retreated collectively, leaving a large open space.

"No way! No matter what Xiaodao says, he has to earn two silver dollars from the military master!" Ming Xin smiled slightly.

Then he took out a piece of white cloth from the Taoist robe, folded it, wrapped it around his eyes, and tied it behind his head: "Master Jun, you can move your steps and your figure!"

The sergeant's legs trembled involuntarily, and only then did he realize what the copper bell on the top of the plank was for.

He didn't dare to move, but he didn't move, that's not enough.

Little Taoist priests who can't see things rely on the sound of copper bells to distinguish their directions.

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ps: Today is still two chapters in one. The little girl was not injured yesterday, but it is extremely troublesome to go to the traffic police to issue a certificate. I ran all morning to finish it, and I have a party in the evening, so I started coding when I came back at noon The word is finished now, and it will be updated earlier.

(End of this chapter)