Liang Jian: Commander, save some for me

Chapter 115
Li Jin was silent for a while, remembering the incident of being chased and beaten by Xu Qingfeng when he bought cigarettes, for a moment, he only felt that his arm was aching again.

If he was buying cigarettes this time, Xu Qingfeng would probably give up on him. Thinking of this, Li Jin raised his hand and smacked Zhao Xiaowu's head.

"Every day, smoking a fart cigarette, there is not enough dry tobacco!" Li Jin scolded.

"If you don't buy it, don't buy it, why beat someone up." Zhao Xiaowu rubbed his head with aggrieved expression.

"Okay, okay, I'll buy you a pack when the time comes, and go back and hide it so that no one else finds out." Li Jin said.

"Hey, thank you, platoon leader!" Zhao Xiaowu was immediately happy.

At around one o'clock in the afternoon, the two arrived outside Guyuan County. After being searched by the devils, the two entered Guyuan County smoothly.

"This Guyuan County has more devils than Changyuan County, and it is much more prosperous than Changyuan County." Zhao Xiaowu looked at the shops on both sides of the street and said.

This was his first time in Guyuan County.

"Guyuan County has a larger population than Changyuan County, and it's normal to be prosperous. If it wasn't for the devils, it would be even more prosperous here." Li Jin said.

Guyuan County has a population of 8 to 4 people, while Changyuan County has only [-] to [-] people. They are not at the same level at all, and the level of prosperity is naturally one level lower.

If it hadn't been occupied by devils, the county would have been more prosperous if many people left.

Li Jin took Zhao Xiaowu and continued walking towards the West District.

At the same time, at the entrance of an alley in the West District, a thin young man with plain clothes and several patches on his jacket was selling cigarettes. His name was Cui Ming.

Around Cui Ming's neck was an open case full of packs of cigarettes.

"Brother, don't buy cigarettes."

"Boss, do you want to buy cigarettes?"

Cui Ming asked passers-by one by one, his tone was good, but it was a pity that no one paid for cigarettes, but Cui Ming was not discouraged, after all, not everyone could afford cigarettes.

But at this moment, a ghost soldier came towards Cui Ming.

Cui Ming wanted to walk away subconsciously, but the devil stopped him.

The devil reached out and took two packs of cigarettes.

"Taijun, two packs of cigarettes are a total of [-] cents." Cui Ming said with his waist down.

"Baga!" The ghost soldier cursed, pushed Cui Ming to the ground, and then left.

Cui Ming was pushed and sat on the ground. Several packs of cigarettes fell out of the box. He quickly picked it up, closed the box, slung the box on his waist, got up and chased after the devil.

If he couldn't get the money back, he would have spent most of the month in vain. Thinking of this, Cui Ming quickened his pace and stopped the devil soldier.

"Taijun, please do me a favor, it's only a dime, you can give it to me." Cui Ming pleaded.

The devil, who was stopped again, was obviously angry. He raised his foot and kicked Cui Ming's chest, directly kicking Cui Ming to the ground.

This sudden scene also caught the attention of the people on the street.

Cui Ming lay on the ground, clutching his chest, with a pained expression, and groaned in pain.

But the devil soldier didn't intend to let him go, and immediately stepped forward, grabbed Cui Ming's messy hair, and slammed into the steps beside him.

Cui Ming was directly knocked unconscious by this collision, and a gash appeared on his forehead, and a stream of blood flowed out for a while.

Seeing this, the devil soldier got up.

"Ha tui." He spat on Cui Ming, and then clapped his hands in satisfaction and left.

He swaggered away, but no one dared to stop him, not even to look at him.

As soon as the devil left, Cui Ming was immediately surrounded by people watching the excitement.

"This young man is ignorant. The devil will take your cigarettes as soon as he takes them. How dare he ask the devil for money?"

"That's right, is this devil something you can provoke? You deserve it for being beaten up like this."

"Nowadays, people want money rather than life."

"By the way, no one of you sent him to see a doctor."

Many people pointed at the unconscious Cui Ming, but no one stepped forward to help.

In fact, they can't be blamed. In this turbulent age, if they don't cause trouble for their family members, they will take care of the family. Who dares to meddle in their own business.

It would have been nice not to have taken the cigarette away while the boy was in a coma.

But at this moment, an eight or nine-year-old boy squeezed into the crowd. Like Cui Ming, he also carried a box across his shoulders, and he also sold cigarettes.

"Brother Ming!" The little boy recognized Cui Ming at a glance, he quickly ran forward and squatted down, turning Cui Ming over.

"Brother Ming, what's wrong with you? Wake up." The little boy patted Cui Ming's face, his face was full of panic, but Cui Ming couldn't wake up no matter how he screamed.

"Hurry up and send him to see a doctor. If you send him late, he will die." Someone in the crowd reminded him.

"Yes, Brother Ming, you support me to take you to see a doctor." The little boy finally came to his senses, he got the box hanging from Cui Ming's neck and hung it on his body, and then he wanted to carry Cui Ming on his back.

But he was too thin to carry Cui Ming at all. He just wanted to get up, but he was crushed to the ground. He tried two more times, but he still couldn't carry Cui Ming.

As a last resort, the little boy looked at the surrounding onlookers.

"Do me a favor, help me take him to see a doctor." The little boy pleaded, his eyes full of helplessness.

Seeing that everyone was indifferent, the little boy fell to his knees and kowtowed to everyone.

"I beg you, I beg you! I kowtow to you, I kowtow to you!" The little boy cried with tears in his eyes. He kept kowtowing to the people around him, but no one Help.

There was pity in their eyes, but they turned around and left. They couldn't help, and they didn't dare to help, and no one dared to meddle in their own business.

When the crowd dispersed, the little boy felt ashamed.

"Why? Why don't you help? It's not that you want to give money, but just give it away! It won't lose a piece of meat."

He didn't understand why this happened. He just sent someone away and it wouldn't affect their interests. Why didn't anyone help? !

"Don't cry, I'll help you, where is the pharmacy?" But at this moment, a voice rang in my ear.

Hearing this, the little boy quickly looked up, it was Li Jin, who picked up the boy, and Zhao Xiaowu was by his side.

"Brother, is that you?!" The little boy recognized Li Jin, who was the one who bought him a box of cigarettes for three oceans.

"Lead the way quickly, or I will leave." Li Jin urged.

"Okay, okay," the little boy wiped away his tears, and quickly got up to lead the way. He walked quickly, fearing that something might happen to Cui Ming.

"Just ahead, just ahead." The little boy pointed to the front and walked very fast.

Not long after, a hundred-yen pharmacy appeared in Li Jin's eyes, and he walked into the pharmacy with the boy in his arms.

"Doctor, come quickly and save someone." The little boy shouted.

An old Chinese doctor in the pharmacy got up quickly after seeing it.

"Quick, go inside." The old Chinese doctor lifted the curtain next to him and asked Li Jin to carry him into the room and put him down on the bed.

(End of this chapter)