king of black mist.

Chapter 153

They look at each other.

It is very hidden here, but because of the concealment, there is a feeling of being spied on. Li Changzhou even thought that the banana leaf outside the corridor was alive, and was staring at the two of them.

Not enough light, just right dark, hazy.

Yang Qinglan wears a long-sleeved short jacket and a black floral gauze skirt, just like the 1928 advertisement picture, a bit like a female student of this era.

The short sleeves of the shirt reveal white forearms, the collar is not high, revealing a swan-like fairy neck, and the long black hair is still coiled behind the head, fixed with the emerald bee sword.

Plain and beautiful, elegant and refined.

Yang Qinglan is also looking at him, the suit has not changed much compared to 100 years later, but it is the first time for Li Changzhou to wear a suit.

She laughed first, a kind of intimate smile, which is nostalgic.

"What are you laughing at?" Li Changzhou also laughed.

"You look like a dog." She nodded and smiled as she commented on his appearance.

Li Changzhou was ecstatic: "You agree to me being your lackey?"

"...It seems that you are very excited to see me."

"Aren't you excited to see me?"

"Not excited." Yang Qinglan denied it with a smile.

"Then you keep laughing? You still say the idiom 'human looks like a dog' that you never used to say."

"Silly, it's because you look like a dog that I laugh."

"Okay, okay." Li Changzhou said, "I think you're going crazy, but all you got in return is 'stupid'? Tears are about to come out."

"Really?" Yang Qinglan asked.

"Fake, I never cry, I want to be a strong man."

"Stop." Yang Qinglan said, "Call Qian Xia here."

Li Changzhou looked at her for a while, and really wanted to ask her if he could give her a hug.

Now, he is like a virgin hugging his girlfriend for the first time, so he can respond to ordinary things, only separated for two days, and he can't stand it in his heart.

But in the end, I still didn't ask the exit.

He put his stick back in his backpack.

The two quietly waited for Li Qianxia's arrival.

With her hands behind her back, Yang Qinglan lowered her head and kicked the toes of her shoes, which were a pair of narrow black velvet thin-soled shoes.

Li Changzhou leaned back against the pillars of the corridor, looked at her, and thought of the picture of her barefoot with sandals dangling on her toes, that would have happened in summer 100 years later.

"Haven't seen enough?" She raised her head and smiled.

Li Changzhou wanted to say that he didn't see enough, but when he got to his lips, it became: "I miss you very much."

Yang Qinglan smiled silently and said, "I miss you too."

"Really?" Li Changzhou expressed doubts, "How much do you think?"

"A day without seeing each other is like three autumns."

"It's not as good as me at all. I don't see you every day like three years, and I haven't seen you for six years!"

Li Changzhou asked again: "Do you only think about me, or do you think about me and my sister?"

"Qian Xia, I saw her yesterday, what do I want her to do?" Yang Qinglan pulled her hair by her ear and said lightly.

"That's why I don't miss her." Li Changzhou was discouraged, his body seemed to collapse.

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Yang Qinglan really stopped this time, and felt that she had nothing to say to Li Changzhou for the time being - if it was too direct, she would only say it when the relationship was further improved.

But after two days, seeing Li Changzhou again made her feel like riding a night train alone and seeing the warmth of the village lights in the distance.

In the time of a few words, an owl descends from the night sky.

"You two are having an affair! Hiding so secretly! How can I find it!" Snowy Owl landed on Li Changzhou's shoulder and complained with her mouth open.

Li Changzhou still wanted to say something, but Yang Qinglan spoke first: "That's the end of reminiscing about the past, time is precious."

"Changzhou." She focused on Li Changzhou alone.

"Ok?"

"Now that you have status and status, you can consider opening a pawn shop and a bank. You don't need to open a medicine shop, but be careful."

"I can understand pawnshops and medicine shops. What do banks use them for? I already have enough money, and I won't be able to take any more money back." Li Changzhou asked doubtfully.

This is the limitation of the poor, just like when he wanted to print a photo on his business card.

"The bank has the business of keeping valuables," Yang Qinglan explained softly, "Although the chances are very small, it is also possible to get unexpected good things."

"Isn't that stored? Taking things from customers isn't stealing?" Li Qianxia was puzzled, and the owl tilted its head.

"It's theft," Yang Qinglan nodded, "That's the second thing I want to say."

She sensed the surroundings, and after confirming that no one was approaching, she continued, "In the future, when we do things, don't care too much about the surroundings. This place may be true or false, but it will not affect the real history. Just let it go."

It is completely opposite to Li Changzhou's thinking, because he can't affect the real history, he doesn't want to do anything.

He just wants to complete the task and collect various ideas along the way.

"Completing tasks can certainly increase your ability," Yang Qinglan continued, "but with a different identity than before, doing things that you would never and could not do before can also increase your ability."

Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia were thoughtful.

Yang Qinglan paused for a while as if deliberately giving the two of them time to think.

"While trying my best to complete the task, I plan to learn to sing seriously, and go on stage once before the task is completed, so as to experience the life of an actress." She said.

Her eyes flickered for a moment, then she turned to Li Changzhou, and she added: "Sun Xiaoyun's team is full of actresses, and the male roles are also actresses."

"Yes, I know." Li Changzhou nodded.

"Brother, you laugh so disgustingly."

"Did I laugh?" Li Changzhou's lips were drawn into the word "one".

Yang Qinglan smiled, and she said: "Chang Zhou, you can use your status as the second young master to try to unify a city. Just do it, don't care about the success or failure of things, there is no such thing as success or failure here.

"There is an old saying that is very appropriate here-'Don't judge a hero by success or failure', no matter whether things succeed or fail, they can increase their "ability". "

"Don't judge a hero by success or failure." Li Changzhou felt suddenly enlightened, and quickly had many thoughts in his mind.

"What about me?" Li Qianxia asked, "I don't think staying in the factory to make insoles will increase my "ability". "

Yang Qinglan laughed again.

"You laugh at me!"

"No." Yang Qinglan put away her smile.

Li Qianxia feels that the current Lanlan looks like a husband and wife with her brother.

"You really have nothing to do, you can follow your brother." Yang Qinglan said.

"Wait!" Li Qianxia suddenly remembered something, "I thought of what to do!"

"What?" Li Changzhou asked.

"Recently, many women workers in the shoe factory are preparing to participate in the protest march. The reason is that the men in the factory are three cents a day, and the women are only two cents a day, but women are no worse than men. I think the best way should be calculated on a piece-by-piece basis. It's unfair that there are more men than women and fewer women than women! I want to liberate women and become a pioneer of equality between men and women!"

Li Changzhou scratched the corner of his left eye with his right hand.

Based on his understanding of his sister, Li Qianxia 100% just hated that she didn't get enough.

"Do you have an opinion?" The owl looked over with a swish.

"No." Li Changzhou put down his hands.

"Humph!"

Yang Qinglan ignored the daily interaction between the two siblings, and continued:
"Whether it's me studying Peking Opera, or managing Song City in the long day, promoting equality between men and women in Qianxia, ​​and emancipating women, these are all "side jobs". Our most important thing is the three tasks of the game."

"Yes." Li Changzhou nodded in agreement, "There is no information at the moment, the three of us can temporarily separate and inquire about information from various places and classes."

"How do I get in touch? I can't come out to watch the theater every day, can I? I'm just a female worker who earns [-] cents a day." Li Qianxia assumed her identity very quickly, and kept accumulating the rage of "women [-] cents a day, men [-] cents a day" anger.

Yang Qinglan had considered this matter a long time ago, and answered her directly after hearing this:

"From now on, you will come to me every morning in the form of an owl, and I will give you the information, and you will send it to your brother through "Twins" at night, and then bring his letter to me the next morning—if there is no information, keep it. Connect and keep each other safe. "

"I'm really a messenger owl! Did you know that Harry Potter's owl (she added the accent) is a snowy owl!" Li Qianxia flapped her wings excitedly, and the feather poked Li Changzhou's eyes.

Yang Qinglan took care of him. Before, she would never ask, but today she asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's fine." Li Changzhou rubbed his eyes, "I'm used to it."

"I'll blow it for you." Li Qianxia stretched out her beak.

"Don't, don't!"

"Light summer!"

The two called her to stop at the same time.

The remark of "Moth Pose·Change" is clearly written - since it is an owl, it naturally has the instinct to eat mice, insects, birds, and lizards. Oh, by the way, it is best not to defecate anywhere, Especially in front of acquaintances who know you are not a real owl.

Although Li Qianxia doesn't know how to eat mice, let alone defecate anywhere, she sometimes has some little habits of owls, such as turning her head and flapping her wings when excited.

If you see Li Changzhou's eyes are big, black and bright, you will peck subconsciously.
After parting, Li Changzhou walked much more briskly.

"Second Lord, I've inquired about it. The Emperor Chun was about to show his face to the eldest son of the Song family back then. She is definitely interested in you, Lord." Liu Dehui reported.

Li Changzhou smiled: "It's good if it's interesting."

Back in the private room, Zhong Yingru was still asleep, a strand of hair ran to her rosy lips, her figure was graceful, lying on the bed like a beautiful snake.

Li Changzhou ate and drank, and watched the rest of the play.

When Chunhuang came on stage, he applauded loudly. Chunhuang flicked his sleeves towards the stand on his side, and stared at him like a hook with his makeup-smeared eyes.

Li Changzhou didn't wake up Zhong Yingru until the play was over.

"What's wrong with me?" Zhong Yingru supported her head with her fingertips, her eyes were a little bit hard to open.

"It might be anemia, and seeing the dead body, so I passed out all of a sudden." Li Changzhou babbled.

Zhong Yingru didn't think deeply, she didn't feel any discomfort in her body, so she didn't take this matter to heart.

The two left the pear garden one after the other.

Walking out of the pear orchard, out of crowded places, Li Changzhou felt a sense of openness.

"Boss Feng, Boss Feng! Please! My old lady has fainted from hunger, please give me a stutter! I will do your best for you!" A man leaned on the front of the car.

"Move him away!"

"You fucking court death!" A bodyguard stepped forward and slapped the man across the face.

The man was beaten, and he was still struggling to crawl over. Tears and snot flowed all over his face. In his wide-open mouth, saliva was connected between the teeth, making a pig-like howl.

A group of gentlemen, ladies and ladies all frowned, both impatient and impatient, a few of them saw this as a play.

"Hurry up and take him away!" The steward of the Liyuan ordered, fearing to spoil the interest of the distinguished guests.

"and many more."

"Wait, wait, drag me away, or break my leg if you don't go!"

"Master Meng! Master Meng!" The man in charge pulled his sleeve desperately.

Master Meng pulled out his sleeves, and was about to slap the boy with his palm, when he saw the boy winking desperately, he glanced subconsciously.

This glance was like in the middle of the night, when I heard someone knocking on the window on the [-]th floor of my house, I opened the curtain to look, and met a white shadow.

Master Meng, Meng Minshou was so frightened that he ran over holding the hem of his long gown.

"Second Master Li, my fault! My fault!" He slapped himself as he said, "I'm old and sick, and my ears are bad, so I didn't hear your holy voice!"

"Can you hear me now?" Li Changzhou asked him.

"I can hear it, I can hear it!" Meng Minshou nodded frequently.

Li Changzhou walked towards the group of men, and the people along the way quickly moved out of the way.

There may be people who didn't know him before, but the news of Li Erye's encounter with an assassin has already dominated the headlines of newspapers for two consecutive days. Wait a few more days, let alone Song Cheng, the whole Xia Kingdom knows what he looks like.

Li Changzhou walked up to the group of men and asked them, "Do you know me?"

Some people nodded, some shook their heads, and some looked numb.

"Master, please do me a favor, give us something to eat!" The man who was beaten just now rushed over.

"Presumptuous!" Liu De said angrily, while stepping out with his left foot, he whipped his right leg out.

"Stop!" Li Changzhou shouted.

Liu De hurriedly retracted his feet, bent over and stepped aside.

Li Changzhou ignored Liu De, and glanced at the man who kept kowtowing, and then at the other dock workers who didn't dare to have hope in him, but couldn't help but have hope.

He turned around and looked at the guests who had just come out of the pear garden.

"I don't know if you know me or not," he said loudly, "Whether you know me or not, let me introduce myself first."

"I'm Li Changzhou, the second son of Li Xinghua, the acting city lord of Song City."

A needle can be heard on the broad street, and everyone is looking at him.

"Stop everyone, just for one thing." He glanced at those luxuriously dressed ladies and gentlemen one by one, "Songcheng Harbor has encountered a sea freeze, the dock workers have no work, and the whole family can't eat."

"I plan to donate to open a porridge shop. If you are interested, please donate generously and lend a helping hand!"

"I donate!" A young man raised his hand.

"Okay! How much is the donation?" Li Changzhou asked loudly.

The young man was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect him to ask directly on the spot.

He hesitated for a moment. In the current situation, it would be embarrassing to donate too little, but he felt distressed if he donated too much.

"100 yuan!" he said.

"Thank you, brother!" Li Changzhou clasped his fists at him and asked again, "Is there anyone else who wants to donate?"

When the matter has developed to this point, I have to donate. Today’s matter must be reported. If I don’t donate, it will affect my reputation. If the public doesn’t have a good impression and won’t buy products produced in my own factory, that’s true. Unlucky, profuse bleeding.

One after another, people donated money.

The big one was 200 yuan, and the small one was [-] yuan. Li Changzhou asked Liu Dewen Liyuan to ask for a pen and paper on the spot. He collected the money with one hand and registered it with the other hand.

Things got serious, and the people in the pear garden also came out.

After learning what was going on, Chunhuang said on the spot:
"Thanks to the love of the nobles, Chun'er was given the title of 'Chunhuang', so that I have no worries about food and clothing, but I have also had days when I have no clothes and no food. I know what it feels like, Li Er Lord, I am willing to donate one hundred and perform for three days in Song City, and all the ticket money for the three days will be given to you to open a porridge shop!"

"Good!" "Spring Emperor Gao Yi!" Everyone applauded.

"Women don't give way to men! The Spring Emperor is worthy of being the Spring Emperor. In the future, if you have something to do in Song City, just come to the Marshal's Mansion to find me!" Li Changzhou clasped his fists, and deeply admired the other party's character.

Chunhuang smiled brightly, clasped his fists generously, and said like a man: "You should, Second Master, you don't have to thank me!"

"Thank you, Second Master, thank you, Second Master!" The dock workers knelt down one by one, and those who had been struggling to cry before were all weeping now.

Li Changzhou turned around, taking advantage of the donation time, he still had a few words to say.

"I'll send someone to the porridge shop overnight to take care of it. Starting at noon tomorrow, everyone will come to the gate of the Marshal's Mansion to get the porridge. If you are in a hurry, you can ask me to withdraw the money now."

"Thank you, Second Master, thank you, Second Master!"

Li Changzhou pressed his hands together, signaling for everyone to be quiet.

"Everyone, when I, Li Changzhou, was acting as the acting city lord, I only wanted to do one thing well - to make everyone work, get paid, and feed myself and my family!"

"I heard that there is a man named 'Baotou' who will deduct your wages, and there are gangs who will collect your protection fees, but starting today, whoever dares to deduct your money and ask you to pay protection fees, I will give you the right to fight! "

"Broken leg, drag me to the door of the Marshal's Mansion!"

"I'll make the decision for you!"

A light bulb exploded with a bang, and no one was frightened. Everyone was looking at Li Changzhou who was standing in the middle of the street.

"Some of you said, this is our fate." Li Changzhou's eyes fell on some elderly workers.

"But I tell you!"

"From now on, I am your life. I give you rights, allow you, order you, and you are entitled to a job!"

"Have the right to support yourself and your family on your own! Have the right to be paid what you deserve!"

"Whoever dares to deprive you of this right is to take my life, and whoever dares to take my life, I will take his life, understand?"

Sounds like bursts of thunder silenced the scene, and no one dared to answer.

After a while, a gray-haired worker asked him in a trembling voice: "Master, sir, does what you say count?"

"I promise, it counts!"

(End of this chapter)