Chapter 312 City God’s Temple

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The carriage returned to the road again, gurgling forward. The sleepiness after lunch and the fatigue of the carriage and horse gradually occupied the entire brain. Xiaohong knocked his head a few times, breathed a few times, and then leaned to the side. , and fell asleep on Sister Hua's shoulder.

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In Taiyuan City, Xu San was doing the same thing as Sister Hua. He wanted to find a warehouse for himself and an office location, the office location of Asahi Shimbun's Taiyuan office.

A few months later, Xu San once again experienced the high prices in Taiyuan City. The basic necessities, food, housing and transportation here were almost double those in Ping'an City. But it didn't matter, almost all of his consumption was public funds.

It's easy to find an office location. He rented a location at the intersection of Xiyang City. There are generally few Chinese people here. The ones who come and go the most are people from the Japanese Army. Xu San put his office here, and it disgusts them. I mean, after all, the Asahi Shimbun is quite large in Japan, and its reporting is relatively fair. Seeing the office location of the newspaper, I guess these devils can restrain their evil deeds. How can I say that it is embarrassing to throw them into the country? , it doesn’t look very good in terms of appearance either.

The whole morning, Xu San was haggling, because the profiteer in front of him didn't seem to take his identity as a Japanese seriously at all, and he told Xu San that he had a backing and was very tough.

mb is a traitor, Xu San cursed in his heart, but the price still had to be reduced. It was only in the afternoon that the price was reduced to 20%. In the end, Xu San really couldn't rely on this traitor, so he settled the deal at a price of 24 oceans per year.

When I got out of the house, I kicked my motorcycle twice and found that it couldn't start or start.

Xu San frowned, got out of the car and pretended to check, but he didn't find anything wrong there for a long time.

He scratched his head and yelled, "Unlucky, I'm not familiar with this place. I guess it will take a day or two to find someone to fix it."

As someone who owns a car, when the car suddenly stopped driving, I felt like my calves were cramping.

But if it's broken, it's broken. There's nothing we can do about it. The quality of machinery these days is still not that reliable.

Xu San called Big Big Wolf out of Che Douzi and planned to wander around to find a restaurant.

A rickshaw stopped beside me, "Sir, do you want a car?"

He was speaking in Japanese, and although it wasn't very authentic, it was at least understandable.

The coachman was wearing a small coat. He was a bit taller than Xu San. He had long, exposed legs. Although the muscles on his calves were not thick, they were sharp and angular. At first glance, he looked like the kind of person who would run away as fast as he could.

The coachman was wearing a hat, the brim of the hat was lowered so that his face could not be seen clearly.

"Well..." Xu San thought for a moment and said, "Let's find a noodle shop first."

"Okay, please." The driver said, pressing the handlebar of the rickshaw, causing the entire rickshaw to tilt over.

Before Xu San could get into the car, Big Big Wolf rushed to the car first, occupying a seat on one side, and then raised his head and shouted "Ouch~wu~".

Xu San raised the corner of his mouth, intending to knock him down and let him follow behind the rickshaw, but then he thought again, this is too far, the provincial capital city, the streets are crisscrossed, if he gets lost, there is no place to look for him. , so he turned to the coachman and said in Chinese, "Is it okay if my dog ​​wants to ride on yours?"

The coachman was stunned for a moment, "No problem, there are many cats and dogs raised by wealthy families in this far away city who ride in cars like this."



This identity is not a puppet soldier, but a reporter and a cultural person. Therefore, when Xu San uses the vest of Conan, he does not act arrogant and domineering, but has the false humility of Japan.

Xu San lowered his head slightly as an apology, and took the rickshaw.

The handlebar was raised, the driver opened his long legs and ran out.

I have to say that this driver started really fast. Xu San actually felt a push on his back the moment the car started.

Xu San didn't say where to go to eat noodles, but the general implication was to find a similar restaurant.

But during this period of time, the coachman had already dragged Xu San for two streets, passing two or three open noodle restaurants in the middle, but the coachman had no intention of stopping at all, and looking at the direction in which the coachman was running, it was obvious that he was heading towards the outskirts of the city. went.

He touched the box cannon, thought about it, retracted his hand, and then put his hand on Chunyu's knife handle.

Targeting the driver in front, he unleashed the murderous aura attached to Chunyu's skill. The Big Big Wolf beside him also changed from its original lazy state to a fighting posture, and let out a low growl of "Snort~Snort" in its throat.

Unexpectedly, the driver in front still kept running at speed.

This is a master!

Xu San was shocked, knowing that he was being targeted, and that this person might be responsible for the problem with his motorcycle.

"Sir, please relax, don't be nervous, you have been my coach before." The coachman suddenly spoke while running.

"Really?" Xu San asked carefully.

"Think again, in less than four months, you have forgotten me."

Less than four months later, it would have been too far since last time.

At that time, I stayed in Taiyuan for less than three days, and I took several rickshaw rides in those days, but none of those rickshaw drivers were as tall as the one in front of me.

"Did you really pull me?" Xu San continued to ask.

"Why are you lying to me? Let me remind you. It was night when I picked you up, and there was a young lady riding with you in the car."

Exhaling a breath, he put away the hilt of the knife in his hand, then stretched out his hand to pick up two Big Big Wolfs to make them relax a little, and then Xu San leaned back.

The person pulling the cart in front was Shen Chunliang, the commander of the new reconnaissance regiment.

You're one of our own, don't worry.

Shen Chunliang, who was pulling the cart, felt that the killing intent behind him had dissipated, so he wiped the sweat from his forehead, then accelerated his speed and continued to run forward.

This sweat was cold sweat. The killing intent that Xu San suddenly emitted just now really scared him. If it hadn't been accumulated through many years of fighting, just that one blow could really force him to stop.

Shen Chunliang walked very quickly, and it didn't take long to reach the Chenghuang Temple on the outskirts of the city.

According to Chinese people's habits, the emperor of the city who is too far away should be a hard-working god.

Because there are so many people here, even from far away, you can still see the smoke filling the temple, and there is an endless stream of people coming to petition.

Xu San got out of the car, tied up Big Big Wolf, and cast a questioning look at Shen Chunliang.

Shen Chunliang smiled and pointed with his hand, "There is a noodle shop over there. It tastes good and the price is reasonable. It is said that when the construction of the Chenghuang Temple was started, that noodle shop existed."

After paying the fare, Xu San pulled Big Big Wolf and walked along where Shen Chunliang pointed.

Perhaps this was the first time Big Big Wolf had seen so many people, so it was always in a state of nervousness. Its tail was drooped, its body was slightly lowered, and its green eyes kept scanning the surroundings, maintaining a state of alert.

After tugging on the rope, Hui Taicai carefully followed Xu San to the noodle shop Shen Chunliang mentioned.