The next day,
Xu San kicked off the quilt, opened his eyes, yawned, and then moved around on the bed a few times like an insect before sitting up lazily.
I shook my neck and felt uncomfortable sleeping. The bed was too soft.
I opened the window, stretched out, took a breath of moist cool air, and felt much more awake.
The inn is not far from the gendarmerie. Looking out the window, you can see the gendarmerie eating breakfast at a breakfast stall.
Oh, did you pay me back?
The earth heater was too hot and my throat was a little dry. I turned around and poured a glass of water and drank it. It felt much better.
The military police arranged a suite for Xu San, which could sleep three people.
Xu San felt that he got up quite early, but unfortunately after he got up, he found that Akagi had already started boxing in the living room.
One step at a time, one step at a time, like a karate move.
"Where's Kurosaki?" Xu San asked.
"He heard that we might have to stay for another day, so he went out to check out the places."
"He's quite careful."
"This is his habit. He does this every time he goes to a strange place." Akagi stopped his fists and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.
After briefly washing up, Xu San asked: "Akagi, are you going to have breakfast?"
"No, Kurosaki and I have already eaten."
Xu San seldom ate fried dough sticks and soy milk when he was safe, because he had developed the habit of eating two meals a day when he first came to this world.
Even now I rarely eat three meals.
Although I had a hard time last night, I didn’t eat dinner. I felt hungry when I got up today.
The early morning sunshine is not too dazzling, shining on the dusty bluestone road.
There is no traffic, but there are bustling crowds. After all, it is a big city, which looks much more prosperous than Ping An City.
Even though it is an enemy-occupied area, there is at least order in life here. People walking on the streets are not lifeless. Occasionally, you can see a smile on their faces.
It finally looked like a city. Seeing how far away it was, Xu San even looked forward to bigger cities like Yanjing, Jinmen, and Phoenix City.
Xu San's traitorous temperament can now be revealed naturally without disguise, especially in broad daylight.
Just a few steps from the inn to the breakfast stall makes passers-by shy away.
Looking at the crowds of people avoiding each other, Xu San thought of the early skits of Teacher Chen and Teacher Zhu, which told stories about traitors and underground workers.
Thinking about Teacher Chen's performance, he looks like a traitor no matter what clothes he changes into. Looking at Teacher Zhu, he also looks upright no matter what clothes he wears.
Xu San is ashamed of his acting skills. If he wants to reach that level, he needs to practice more.
The big guy sat at the breakfast stall and ordered three fried dough sticks, a fried cake, and a bowl of soy milk.
He stepped on the bench with one foot and started eating like a showman.
As soon as I ate a fried dough stick, I heard the table next door start whispering. Although their voices were not loud, Xu San could still hear them clearly with his current hearing ability.
"Have you heard? Dong Jinbao, the hero who killed the Japanese, was beaten to death yesterday." A rickshaw driver wearing a felt hat said in a low voice.
"How do you know?" asked another man who looked like a salesman.
The driver rolled his eyes and glanced around, saw Xu San, and then waved to the salesman subconsciously. The salesman came to the driver's side with fried dough sticks and soy milk.
Seeing the salesman sitting next to him, the coachman leaned into his ear and whispered: "My cousin works in the printing factory. I took him off work in the morning. He told me about this. The details are waiting for him. Newspaper."
"I don't know the words," the salesman said.
"Hey, it's better if you don't know how to read, so you won't get angry. Damn, good people don't live long, and disasters last a thousand years. Why don't my boss die?" The coachman sighed, lowered his head and started eating breakfast.
The salesman seemed to be a patriotic young man. After hearing the news, he was not even in the mood to have breakfast. After taking a bite of the fried dough sticks, he put down Kuai Zi and was angry with himself.
"Why don't you eat?" asked the driver.
"Can't eat it!"
"Don't worry, I bought it with money!" the coachman advised.
"you eat!"
Xu San curled his lips, didn't they say they could help me?
I want to say that I beat Dong Jinbao to death. Will he come over and beat me?
Fortunately, I was wise yesterday and gave up the credit.
But the newspaper responded so quickly. What happened last night, the newspaper came out this morning.
Xu San was a little surprised by this efficiency, because there is no such thing as a newspaper in Ping'an City. Many things are passed down by word of mouth from aunts and aunts, but people don't know what they will become if they are passed on.
"Two brothers!" Xu San shouted, then sat on the table between the two of them with soy milk and fried dough sticks, forming a table.
When the two saw Xu San, they were shocked and a little scared.
"Don't be afraid, you two. I'm not a local, I'm just passing by and want to inquire about something."
"What's the matter?" the coachman asked warily.
Xu San thought for a moment and did not ask about Dong Jinbao. "I would like to ask if there are any well-informed newspapers in Taiyuan City?"
"That's Jinxi Morning News!"
"Then let me ask again, what time does the Shanxi Morning News usually start selling?"
"Morning newspapers can be at the newspaper office before seven o'clock. If you are not in a hurry, you can wait for the newsboy to sell them on the street."
"Thank you." Xu San thanked him and continued to eat breakfast. After finishing a few bites, he threw down some French currency and left the stall to find the newspaper office.
The streets are very spacious, and you can occasionally see cars passing by. There are also many businesses on the roadside, of all kinds, but the overall tone is gray. The houses are gray, the ground is gray, and the sky is gray.
This gray feeling made Xu San feel a little depressed.
In the distance, you can vaguely see several huge chimneys. People say that they are steel plants, which were built by Lao Yan back then. It is said that they cost 200,000 oceans.
A heavy industry factory costs 200,000?
Lao Yan is rich enough, but he seems to be a cheap man now.
What about your own cement factory? It's probably about the same number.
And now he only has 1,000 yuan in assets, and he has to rely on Yamamoto for the rest.
He probably didn't have that much money, so in the end he would probably be able to trick the second young master Mishima into getting the machine on credit and pay it in installments.
As I walked, a newsstand appeared in front of me.
Xu San walked over and asked, "Boss, is the morning paper here?"
The boss looked at Xu San and said, "No, I'll be here in a moment. There's big news today, so I came early."
"What news?" Xu San asked.
The boss smiled and didn't answer.
Xu San also smiled and handed over the 10 French coins.
The boss took the legal currency and kept his smile, "I can't tell you even after I take your money, because I really don't know."
Xu San didn't pay attention, but looked through the newspapers of the past few days in the newspaper office. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find any news about the assassination of the Japs, so he turned around and asked: "Boss, are there any news about serial killers from the past few days?" newspaper."
"No, the newspapers for those two days were sold out on the same day. If you want to find it, you can go to the scrap collection station in the western suburbs to have a look."
It was sold out. It seemed that the villains were killing people to please people, so the newspaper was also sold out. It seems that the few Japs who were killed were not good people, they were just ordinary businessmen, but they were just hiding their identities from others.
About ten minutes later, a rickshaw pulled a full cart of newspapers pantingly to the newspaper hall. After taking a few breaths, the rickshaw driver removed a bundle of newspapers from the carriage and delivered it to the newspaper hall.
The boss handed the coachman two cents and said, "Here you go, brother."
The driver took the money and raised his hand: "Boss Wu, you're welcome. I wish you a prosperous business."
Xu San looked at the rickshaws going away and found it quite interesting. He did not expect that newspapers were distributed in this way in this era.
Isn’t this the city-wide express delivery of this era?
I don’t know who came up with the idea of using rickshaws to deliver goods, but if you are caught by the traffic police in the future, you will definitely be fined for mixing passengers and goods, and 6 points will be deducted.
After the driver left, the boss started sorting the newspapers. After sorting, he handed one to Xu San.
The serial murderer was put to death!
Sure enough, it was the headline on the front page, and Xu San put the newspaper away after reading it.
In the inn, Hei Qi also returned to the guest room and was leisurely drinking tea brought by the waiter.
"You're back?" Xu San said hello and put the fried dough sticks he bought on the table.
"I've eaten." Hei Qi replied coldly.
"Try it, the fried dough sticks here are much more authentic than those in Ping'an City."
Akagi was not polite, picked up one and put it in his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it, then said: "It tastes really good, Kurosaki-kun, you can try it."
Unable to shirk it, Kurosaki also picked up one and started eating it. As he was eating, he suddenly asked, "I remember Xu Sanjun wanted to treat me to some soba noodles."
"Wait until you go back, enough is enough!"
"I also remember that Xu Sanjun said it was matsutake marinade."
"That's enough!" Xu San smiled and glanced at Kurosaki, "I didn't expect Kurosaki-kun to still remember."
Kurosaki didn't answer, took a sip of tea and continued eating fried dough sticks.
Akagi picked up the newspaper Xu San brought back and took a look at it, "What happened last night was on the news."
Although Akagi’s spoken Chinese is poor, his reading ability is still good, because the purpose of starting to learn Chinese is
After a while, he read the first page and put it on the table, "I didn't expect that the person Xu Sanjun killed yesterday turned out to be Dong Jinbao."
"His wanted notice has been posted in Ping'an County for a long time. I didn't expect him to show up here."
"What a pity about those 200 small yellow croakers!" Akagi said regretfully.
"I guess this Dong Jinbao is fake."
"Why?" Akagi looked up and asked curiously.
Xu San poured himself a cup of tea, and then said with a playful smile: "It's nothing. Will the Eighth Route Army admit to assassinating civilians in the empire?"
"They don't need to admit it, we just need to admit it!" Akagi emphasized.
"Haha, I hope so. That's two hundred small yellow croakers. Do you think a warrant officer can get it? The so-called Eighth Route Army's denial is just an excuse."
