The big rivers and lakes that attack

Chapter 1108 Generous and Elegy
The reporter nodded and said: "Yes, I will definitely, and it will be published in the newspaper tomorrow."

The big man smiled wretchedly, punched the reporter lightly in the chest, winked and said, "If you can really get published in the newspaper, you can come to my place to play with girls for free...well, twice."

The reporter couldn't laugh or cry, and then went to interview other volunteers and boat workers, recorded them one by one, and boarded the boat along the way.

Seeing this, the big man hurriedly said: "Hey~ that reporter, we are going to fight with the Secretary of Public Security. Seeing that you are weak, you are not a powerful character. Why are you following me?"

The reporter said: "Having first-hand information, what is going on over there, I have to know, right?"

The big man said anxiously: "Go down quickly, it will be very chaotic, don't lose your life, if you die, who will advertise for me?"

The reporter replied: "I've said that you are going to work hard. If you die, your business will also be ruined. Even if I print the advertisement for you, what use will it be?"

The big man was right when he heard it, and said: "Hey~ when the time comes, there will be a fight, and I can't take care of you."

The reporter responded with a smile, then took out a small bag of gold baht from his pocket, about a hundred or so, handed it to the boatman and said, "This is the boat fee."

The boatman quickly evaded and said: "I can't do it, I can't do it, I said it, I don't want money, everyone used their lives to fight against the Secretary of Public Security for Xuanwu Dao, if I still charge money at this time, wouldn't it be too heartless?"

The reporter stuffed the money bag into his arms and said, "If you don't take the money, it's a favor. If I give you the money, that's my duty. There's no one who doesn't pay for the boat ride. Keep it, keep it."

The boatman said: "But this is too much."

The reporter said: "The cost of this ship is my own..."

Someone in the other boat saw their quarrel and cried:

"This reporter brother said it well. It's a favor for the boat owner not to charge money. We give the money. That's our duty. It's not easy for the boat owner. Don't let anyone fucking renege on the bill. I'm the boss of this boat! "

As he spoke, a look of pain flashed in his eyes, and he handed a small bag of gold baht to the boatman, not much, only seventy or eighty baht, but it was his harvest of nearly ten days.

"That's right, that's right, people are dead and birds are in the sky, and they can't die for thousands of years. Anyway, I don't know if I can survive here. What's the use of leaving the money? I'll take care of this boat!"

"There is still this boat, count it as mine!"

"Count me in……"

"Count me in, uh...brothers, I don't have enough money, everyone make up..."

There are many poor people in Xuanwu Dao, and more than half of the poor people in Central Capital are concentrated here. They are bitter, mean, dirty, obscene, and love to take advantage of small things.

Under the leadership of Wang Datou, everyone generously donated their money and paid the boat money to the boat owners, which made all the boat owners red-faced and full of enthusiasm.

Just like that, more than a dozen small boats, carrying nearly a hundred passionate men, sang in unison, "...Sister, you stay at the door and wait for me, and you touch the kang in the middle of the night, and your mother is still asleep beside..." and so on. The dirty tune, sailed away from this side of the river bank.

Meanwhile, the reporter sang along while looking at another boat, a middle-aged swordsman wearing a bamboo hat and a shabby black robe.

Secretly thinking, maybe this is not a master of swordsmanship?Looking at his spirit, he should be about the same as me, with the weight of a seventh rank. Why doesn't such a person fly away by himself, but wants to mix with these people?
The seventh-rank swordsman in black robe and bamboo hat obviously noticed his gaze, took out a wine gourd from his waist, saluted him from a distance, and nodded with a smile.

The reporter was slightly stunned, and then bowed his hands in return, quite tacitly.

At this moment, a hasty whistle sounded from the shore, but it was the head of the Stability Maintenance Office who was in charge of the nearby blocks. After receiving the report, he hurried over with his people.

Gao shouted: "You...you come back! Come back~! This...isn't this adding to the chaos!"

The director is a middle-aged woman, her rank is not high, only the sixth rank, and a pair of huge copper hammers are pinned to her waist, obviously she is not good at making light work.

Seeing the fleet go farther and farther, he jumped anxiously.

On the other side of the fleet, a man named Yu Erlai saw this, triumphantly unbuttoned his belt, took out the artifacts, and urinated on her.

Gao yelled: "My surname is Mu, you used to find trouble with grandpa at every turn, and you didn't allow this, and you didn't allow that. What kind of rules are messed up, and you can't control grandpa in the future! Hahahaha..."

Seeing his actions like this, many old men on the boat also joined in the fun, took off their belts one after another, and urinated towards the shore.

While urinating, they sang in unison: "The girl of eighteen is beautiful and pretty~ a pair of girls are quite round~ Bai Sensen's thighs are dripping with water~Brother, I can't love enough..."

The female director surnamed Mu was ashamed and angry, and scolded: "My surname is Yu, you wait for my old lady. If you come back alive, my old lady will not kill you! Just wait and sit in the prison!"

……

The fleet gradually moved away, and after a while, they had already turned the river and headed down the central capital.

The three scribes, the old, the middle and the young, silently watched what happened on the bank of the wharf here, until they could no longer see the shadow of the fleet, the three of them withdrew their gazes with mixed emotions, and left here.

All the way in silence, go to other blocks.

Not long after walking, the young literati with the pseudonym "Blazing Sun Hero" sighed with mixed feelings: "Knowing that life and death are uncertain, but facing it calmly, Xuanwu Dao, what a generous and tragic man!"

The middle-aged scholar of "Lan Junzi" nodded deeply: "Xuanwu Dao is completely different from what we used to think. people are different."

"It's a struggle..."

The old scribe said in a deep voice: "Yes, that's right, it's a struggle, a struggle against unfair treatment. This kind of spirit is not found in other crossings, and it is also not found in other places in Dazhong Prefecture."

"Are you fighting?"

Lan Junzi frowned slightly.

"Yes, it is resistance. What Mr. Yu summed up is right, just like the unyielding chivalrous spirit of seeking justice and justice, and the journalistic spirit of seeking truth and finding out the truth!"

Blazing Sun Hero is a young man after all, his heart is full of passion, his face can't help but turn red, and he said excitedly: "It's such a spirit!"

"Xuanwu Dao has such a spirit, and this world also needs such a spirit! It's not insensitive, not knowing right or wrong, only knowing vendetta between each other, and some are only selfish greed."

"There is no justice, and there is no axiom. The group of nobles above are what they say, without any self-assertion. Under the rule of the clan, or under the slavery, we are precarious. How sad it is!"

He exhaled lightly, and then repeated: "In this world, such a spirit is needed... I have already thought about what article I should write next, how about you two?"

(End of this chapter)