Liang Jian: I have a canteen

The shoulder pole plus the things on both ends is still quite heavy.

Not only are there more than ten pounds of yam cakes made of date paste here, but there is also a set of tools for making cakes.

Even so, the money Xu San gave was more than enough. Even if the vendor ordered another set, it would be enough. The remaining money was also enough for him to rent a small store in a more remote place and start a business.

Xu San picked up the carrying pole and walked a little unsteadily. Since the weights on both ends of the pole were different, it was not easy to maintain balance. Xu San, who came from the city, had never played with this thing before.

Looking at Xu San swaying from side to side, Miako couldn't help but cover her mouth and giggle.

After being stunned for a moment, the peddler quickly collected the money and chased after Xu San.

He was not the guy who wanted to beg him for food, but wanted to help Xu San carry the carrying pole back.

Xu San waved his hand, "No, this thing is fun, I can play with it after a while."

The peddler nodded slightly and thought to himself, he is just doing it for fun, but this Japanese guy is not bad, unlike those devil soldiers who kill people without blinking an eye.

Miako followed, and so did the vendor, and the three of them walked along the winding streets in a zigzag pattern.

"Excuse me, excuse me!"

Not long after they started walking, Xu San heard the sound of a carriage bell and the loud shouts of the driver behind him.

The street was not very wide, only about three meters wide. Xu San slowly moved to the side with his shoulder pole, but was still hit by the driver behind him.

Xu San, who had been barely maintaining his balance, staggered because of the sway.

The person was fine, but the jujube and yam cake on the shoulder pole flew out and scattered all over the ground.

The driver also stopped because of this building.

Che Fu is very tall and thin, like a bamboo pole, but his long legs are particularly eye-catching.

But with this pair of long legs, this rickshaw driver is definitely a natural rickshaw puller.

Although the cakes were spilled, Xu San was not angry, because if there was any fault, it was really his fault. Although the road was only three meters wide, it was his responsibility to stay in the center of the road.

"Are you blind? Don't you know that a good dog doesn't block the road?" The tall and thin driver raised the handlebars and turned to Xu San and said unhappily.

In fact, Xu San was ready to apologize, pack up and continue shopping, but the driver's words immediately made him angry, and he started to curse in Japanese, "Baga!"

Xu San said this just to scare the driver, and wanted to finish the matter quickly and leave.

Unfortunately, the driver didn’t seem to be a good person either. He turned around while pulling the cart and said, “Oh, it’s a Japanese bastard.”

It didn't sound good when he said it, and he was cursing all the time.

This quickly made Xu San alert and he thought about what to do next.

But before Xu San could say anything, a vendor next to him jumped over and said, "Hey, old man, how can you curse at me?"

While speaking, the peddler winked at the driver, meaning, "Brother, he's a Japanese, and even if I chop him up in the street you'll have no place to seek justice."

The driver didn't seem to notice the vendor's winking gesture. He stretched out a hand and pulled the vendor aside. "This is the French Concession. The Japanese have to coil up even if they are dragons, and tuck in their tails even if they are dogs."

Xu San smiled. He was now certain that the driver was here to cause trouble.

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The mastermind should be the one in the car.

But which side is this person on?
He raised his eyes slightly and when he noticed that the people in the car were following his gaze, he took out his cigarette case as if he was watching a show, took out a cigarette, and started tapping it as if nothing had happened.

The knocking sound is not loud, but very rhythmic.

This is Morse code, and it uses public code.

After a moment, the middle-aged man put the cigarette in his mouth, took out a lighter, and lit it with his head tilted.

At this moment, Xu San also translated the code in his mind: I am Lao Gui, please take care of me. (End of this chapter)