Blood-quenched mountains and rivers

In just three days, Yang Wei, who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, experienced the darkness of the old society firsthand. He was squatting in a corner of the street and his eyes were almost dull.

Yang Wei didn't even dare to recall the three days of pain and bullying. First, he pawned his watch to make some handicrafts to make ends meet. After the stall was set up, he was surrounded by the so-called Qing Gang brothers who enthusiastically asked about the health and well-being. fee".

Looking at the bustling big Shanghai, which is ten miles away, Yang Wei realized that knowing English is nothing these days. A manager of a foreign company who can speak English, French, Japanese, and Russian told him that English, French, German, American Chinese, Japanese, Russian, Italian, and Austrian are the basic standard configurations, and more than 20 major domestic dialects are indispensable, and none of them will work.

Unable to start a business and hindered in job hunting, Yang Wei, penniless and hungry, had to lower his standards to apply for a job as a handyman, but the shopkeeper kicked him out when he heard that he didn't even have a guarantor.

To set up a stall requires worshiping the wharf, to be a clerk requires someone to protect you, and Yang Wei’s proud CET-20 English was not even bullshit in Shanghai in the 2s. I really don’t know whether the times have progressed or regressed. up?Blood quenching mountains and rivers [-]

In desperation, Yang Wei, who was living on the street, resorted to his last trick, begging along the street. A kind lady only gave him [-] cents, and he was surrounded by a group of beggars and kicked him.

Because you can beg if you don’t have a land or visit the mountain gate, Yang Wei was taken to an ancestral hall by a group of beggars. An old beggar gnawed on a chicken leg and told Yang Wei "the etiquette".

After the old beggar looked at Yang Wei critically, he snorted dismissively: "Boy, do you know the rules of my beggar gang beginners?"

Surrounded by a group of angry beggars, Yang Wei shook his head in horror. The old beggar said in dissatisfaction: "You juniors are becoming more and more ignorant of the rules. I think my beggar gang is the world's news gathering place. Starting from the lowest disciples, collecting all kinds of information, assigning sites to beg for money, there are prescribed tasks every day, how much change to ask for, how much food, and promotion every three years. Dainaitang disciples all the way to the elders of Nine Pockets, how dare they beg for food if they don’t understand the rules?”

Only then did Yang Wei understand that the Beggar Gang is not a nonsense fiction made up by later generations, and it is tightly organized, with a clear division of labor, and internal unity.

The most important one is not to accept refugees like Yang Wei who don't understand the rules and have no post about their hometown.

Therefore, from this moment on, Yang Wei was completely sluggish. He was almost omnipotent, but in the Republic of China in the 20s, he could not even earn a living, and his living standard was comparable to that of African refugees.

Looking at the rolling waves of the Huangpu River, Yang Wei vowed that if he could return to modern times, the first thing he would do would be to kill those novelists who wrote nonsense. Something written by an otaku?

To Yang Wei, not having a household registration sticker and a guarantor is like having no ID card for future generations. It’s okay if he can’t buy air tickets, train tickets, and boat tickets. The key is that he won’t even be a beggar. Starve to death?

There is no unparalleled road, and Yang Wei, who was squatting on the side of the pier and had no intention of committing suicide, was called to come over by the "legged head" who saw his rather strong body.

Wearing a brown jacket with open arms and a distorted scar on his face, the "foot outfit" dominates the pier. Seeing Yang Wei's poor and desolate appearance, he is even more arrogant, crossing his legs He pouted his nostrils and said, "Little Chi, do you want a job?"

Yang Wei looked at the clothes on his feet, which were much better than the porters walking around. He immediately knew that he had met the elder brother. At that time, he was shy and empty, and he couldn't care about anything else, so he nodded hurriedly: "I will do it! I will Do!"

It turned out that there was a lot of goods to be unloaded that day, and there were not enough porters, so Yang Wei was "reused". He bent over and carried the sacks for a whole day. He raised his eyebrows and said: "Look at the appearance of this waste material, I'm afraid it's a little bastard from the countryside."

While talking, Jiao Xingtou took [-] cents out of Yang Wei's meager [-] cents of hard-earned money, saying it was protection money for the gang brothers, and walked away swaggeringly.

Only then did Yang Wei know that the porters on the pier are specially in charge of the porters, also known as the bosses. The porters work, and they take a cut.

After stuffing the four cents into his pocket, Yang Wei heaved a long sigh of relief, finally finding a job to make ends meet.

Yang Wei, whose eyes turned blue from hunger, was not in a hurry to buy food, he wanted to compare the prices.The wontons are delicious but not very filling, and the meat buns smell delicious, but it's a pity that I'm short of cash, so I'll carry the big buns tomorrow in order to maintain my strength.

Therefore, Yang Wei must plan to spend the four cents, and before that, Yang Wei has to figure out what the four cents can do?In other words, how much purchasing power there is.

Three steamed buns for a dime, Yang Wei was delighted by the super purchasing power of this era, as expected, the previous money was worth more, according to this calculation, Yang Wei thought that life was not so difficult, as long as he was alive, there was still hope.Blood quenching mountains and rivers 2

After wrapping the six steamed buns in newspaper, Yang Wei wandered into the deep alley, trying to find a place sheltered from the wind to fill his stomach quickly. He was so hungry right now that his body felt like he was stepping on cotton, no!Yang Wei suddenly stopped walking, he really stepped on something.

Looking at it with the weak light, Yang Wei was startled. A living person was lying on the ground, the clothes on his abdomen were soaked in blood. Two hooligans were running away under the street lamp in front. Yang Wei took a look at the appearance of one of them. is on.

Panicked, Yang Wei also fell to the ground, and bumped into the opened suitcase with a pile of scattered clothes inside. It looked like he was being robbed.

The wounded man struggled to grab Yang Wei's sleeve with his hands and said sadly, "Thinking that I studied hard for many years, my parents died and I never went back to China to visit. I finally finished my studies but met a gangster on the way and ended up like this. I am so sorry." Serve the country with blood!"

The wailing was sonorous, but it exhausted all the strength of the man, and the man was lying on the ground motionless as soon as the words fell.

Yelu was walking well, but this happened. Yang Wei was not familiar with the place, so he couldn't afford to provoke this life lawsuit. If he got into trouble, he might lose his food and walk around. Thinking about it this way, Yang Wei got up and was about to leave. As soon as I lifted my foot, I found that there was an English certificate on the bottom of my foot.

Yang Wei was shocked when he picked it up and saw that this person had the same name and surname as himself, and this diploma turned out to be a diploma from the famous Virginia Military Academy.