Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Even though it was a small portion, the portion was sufficient. After eating one portion, Xu San was already half full.

Patting his stomach, Xu San paid the bill, and then the driver took him on a longer stroll.

Next, Xu San did not eat the staple food, but just found some snacks he had never seen before to try.

Although supplies were scarce in this era, snacks were still abundant, including sweet and salty ones, many of which Xu San had never seen before.

As he walked, Xu San saw a tea stall and heard singing from a distance.

Just by listening to the tune of Xu San, you can tell that it is Suzhou Pingtan.

Suzhou Pingtan is usually accompanied by a pipa. Thinking of the pipa, Xu San naturally thought of Xiaohong.

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what is she doing

And what is Sister Hua doing?

They don't know what happened to the sisters.

There has been no news from the two sisters for a while. Although he has the frequency of the Little Red Radio, it cannot be used for private matters.

Seeing Xu San stop and listen, the driver asked in a low voice, "Master, you like to listen to this."

"Well, I don't quite understand it, but I like listening to the pipa." Xu San said and looked in the direction where the sound came from, which was a tea stall not far away.

The lights were flickering and I could vaguely see a few guests.

After thinking about it, Xu San decided to go and take a look, "Go have some tea and listen!"

The road was not far, and the two arrived after walking for a while.

It was just past seven o'clock and no one was in the tea stall yet, but the pipa player had already started singing with her pipa in her arms.

They found a random table and sat down.

After ordering some dried fruits and some tea, Xu San turned his attention to the master who was singing Pingtan.

She looked to be in her early thirties, a few years older than Ma Cuilan, a typical petite Jiangnan woman.

Xu San couldn't understand the Pingtan because it was sung in dialect.

However, he could tell the difference between good and bad Pipa. Compared with Xiao Hong, the difference was quite big.

However, in a place like this, just listen to the tune.

The driver next to him should have understood it, and he could even hum along while shaking his head.

Something is better than nothing. After cracking a few melon seeds, Xu San asked, "Why are there no foreigners here? Normally, there should be quite a few in a place like the port."

"Foreigners don't come to such a place. They are so noble!" The driver curled his lips with disdain, but he seemed to remember something, "Master, you are not a foreigner, are you?"

"Ah! Japanese!" Xu San said casually while cracking melon seeds.

"No!" The driver looked at Xu San again, "If you hadn't told me, I would have thought you were Chinese!"

"We are all from East Asia and look the same." Xu San continued casually, "What do you think of us Japanese?"

This one sentence left the driver stumped, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.

"Ah~" Xu San sighed, "I guess it's because of his bad reputation?"

The driver nodded, then shook his head, and after a moment's consideration, he said, "There are good and bad things!"

"Hehe~" Xu San smiled faintly, "What you said is the same as saying nothing."

While the two were chatting, a coolie with his arm hanging suddenly came to the table.

His arm was hanging and his face was covered with bruises, and it looked like he had been beaten up.

He pulled a stool over, picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea. He drank it all in one breath, wiped his mouth, sighed, and said, "What a fucking bad luck."

"What's the matter?!" asked the guest at the next table.

"What happened?" The coolie with his arm hanging pointed at his face, "I got beaten!"

"Who hit me!"

"Japanese! From the Black Dragon Society!" (End of this chapter)