Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 148 Early

The next day,

Xu San kicked off the quilt, opened his eyes, yawned, moved on the bed a few times like a bug, and sat up lazily.

Shaking his neck, he couldn't sleep well, the bed was too soft.

I pushed open the window, stretched my waist, took a breath of moist cool air, and became much more awake.

The location of the inn is not far from the gendarmerie. If you look out the window, you can see the gendarmerie eating breakfast.

Oh, got the money back?

The earth heater was too hot, and my throat was a bit dry, so I turned around and poured a glass of water to drink it, which made me feel much more comfortable.

The military police arranged a suite for Xu San, which can sleep three people without any problem.

Xu San felt that he woke up quite early, but unfortunately after he got up, he found that Chi Mu had already started boxing in the living room.

One click, one click, one glance, like karate.

"Where's Herosaki?" Xu San asked.

"He heard that we might have to stay for another day, so he went out to check."

"He was careful enough."

"This is his habit. He will do this every time he goes to a strange place." Akagi stopped his fist and wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

After washing up briefly, Xu San asked, "Chimu, do you want to have breakfast?"

"No, Kurosaki and I have eaten."

Fried dough sticks, soy milk, Xu San seldom ate it when he was in peace, because he had developed the habit of eating two meals a day when he first came to this world.

Even now I rarely eat three meals.

Although it was quite a toss last night, I didn't eat dinner, and I felt hungry when I woke up today.

The morning sun is not too harsh, shining on the dusty bluestone road.

There is no traffic, but there are bustling crowds. After all, it is a big city, and it looks much more prosperous than Ping'an City.

Even if it is an enemy-occupied area, at least there is still order in life here. People are not blindly dead when walking on the street, and occasionally a smile can be seen on their faces.

Finally, it looked like a city. Seeing the way too far away, Xu San even looked forward to bigger cities like Yanjing, Jinmen, and Phoenix.

Now Xu San's traitor temperament can be revealed naturally without any disguise, especially in broad daylight.

It's just a few steps from the inn to the breakfast stall, which makes passersby shy away.

Looking at the avoiding crowd on the left and right, Xu San thought of Mr. Chen and Mr. Zhu's early skits, which were about traitors and underground workers.

Think about Mr. Chen's performance is natural, no matter what clothes he changes, he looks like a traitor, and see Mr. Zhu, no matter what clothes he wears, he is always upright.

Xu San was ashamed of his acting skills. If he wanted to reach that level, he had to practice more.

Sitting in the breakfast stall like a big boy, I ordered three fried dough sticks, a deep-fried cake, and a bowl of soy milk.

Stepping on the bench with one foot, he began to eat in a big way.

As soon as he ate a deep-fried dough stick, he heard whispers and whispers from the next table. Although their voices were not loud, they could still hear clearly with Xu San's current ear strength.

"Have you heard? That devil-killing hero Dong Jinbao was beaten to death yesterday." A rickshaw driver wearing a felt hat whispered.

"How do you know?" Another man who looked like a shopkeeper asked.

The coachman rolled his eyes and scanned the surroundings, saw Xu San, and waved to the peddler deliberately, and the peddler came to the driver's side with fried dough sticks and soybean milk.

Seeing the salesman sitting next to him, the coachman leaned on his ear and whispered: "My cousin works in a printing factory. I asked him to get off work in the morning. He told me about this. The details are waiting for you." Newspapers."

"I don't know how to read," said the salesman.

"Hey, it's better if you don't know how to read, so you don't get angry when you see it. Good people don't live long, and they have been harmed for 1000 years. Why don't you think my boss is dead?" The driver sighed, bowed his head and started eating the breakfast.

The salesman seemed to be a patriotic young man. Hearing the news, he lost the mood to eat breakfast. After taking a bite of fried dough sticks, he put down his chopsticks and got angry with himself.

"Why don't you eat!" asked the coachman.

"Can't eat!"

"Don't mind, I bought it with money!" the coachman advised.

"Eat it!"

Xu San curled his lips, didn't these two say they could help me?
I want to say that Dong Jinbao was killed by me, will he come and beat me in two sessions?

Fortunately, I was wise yesterday and gave up the credit.

However, the newspaper's response was so fast. What happened last night, the newspaper came out this morning.

Xu San was a little amazed by this efficiency, because there was no such thing as newspapers in Ping'an City, and many things were passed on by word of mouth from aunts and aunts, but it was unknown what would become of it.

"Two brothers!" Xu San yelled, and sat down on the table between the two of them with soy milk and fried dough sticks.

When the two saw Xu San, they were startled, and they couldn't help being a little scared.

"You two, don't be afraid. I'm not a local. I'm just passing by and want to inquire about something."

"What's the matter?" the coachman asked warily.

Xu San thought for a while, but didn't ask about Dong Jinbao, "I would like to ask what newspapers are in this far city with good news?"

"That's Jinxi Zaobao!"

"Then ask again, what time does the Jinxi Morning Post usually go on sale?"

"The morning newspaper can be at the newspaper office before seven o'clock. If you are not in a hurry, you can wait for the newspaper boy to sell it along the street."

"Thank you." Xu San thanked him and continued to eat breakfast. After two or three mouthfuls, he dropped some French coins and left the booth to go to the newspaper office.

The streets are very spacious, and cars can occasionally be seen passing by, and there are many roadside businesses of all kinds, but the overall tone is gray. The houses are gray, the ground is gray, and the sky is also gray.

This gray feeling made Xu San feel a little depressed.

In the distance, several huge chimneys can be vaguely seen. The common people say that it is a steel factory, which was built by Lao Yan back then. It is said that it cost 20 oceans.

A heavy industry factory costs 20?
Lao Yan is rich enough, but it seems that he is a cheap devil now.

What about your own cement plant?It is estimated to be about the same number.

And now he only has 1000 ocean assets, and the rest depends on Yamamoto.

He probably didn't have that much money, and in the end he probably had to fool the second young master of Mishima, trying to get the machine on credit and pay in installments.

As he walked, a newsstand appeared in front of him.

Xu San walked over and asked, "Boss, is the morning paper here?"

The boss looked at Xu San: "No, I'll be there in a while, there's big news today, come early."

"What news?" Xu San asked.

The boss smiled, but didn't answer.

Xu San also smiled, and handed over the dime.

The boss took the legal currency and kept his smile, "I can't tell you even if I took your money, because I really don't know."

Xu San didn't care, but rummaged through the newspapers of the previous few days in the newsroom. After searching for a long time, he found no news about the assassination of the devil, so he turned his head and asked, "Boss, is there any news about the serial killer a few days ago?" newspaper."

"No, the newspapers of those two days were sold out that day. If you want to find them, you can go to the waste collection station in the western suburbs."

It was sold out, and it seemed that the villains were happy to be punished, so the newspaper was also sold out.It seems that the few devils who were killed were not good things. They were nothing but civilian businessmen, but they were all identities that were concealed.

About ten minutes later, a rickshaw pulled a whole load of newspapers to the newspaper office panting. After taking two breaths, the coachman took a bundle of newspapers from the carriage and sent them to the newspaper office.

The boss handed the driver twenty cents, "Brother Lao Lao."

The coachman took the money and cupped his hands: "Boss Wu is very polite, I wish you a prosperous business."

Xu San looked at the rickshaw going away, and thought it was very interesting. He didn't expect that newspapers were distributed in this way in this era.

Isn't this the same city express delivery in this era?

I don't know who came up with the idea of ​​using rickshaws to deliver goods, but if this is caught by the traffic police in future generations, it will definitely fine a passenger and goods mixed package and deduct 6 points.

After the coachman left, the boss began to sort the newspapers, and after sorting, he handed Xu San one.

The murderer of the serial murder case is executed!

Sure enough, it was the headline on the front page, a newspaper that Xu San put away after reading it.

In the inn, Hei Qi also returned to the guest room, and was leisurely drinking the tea brought by Xiao Er.

"Are you back?" Xu San greeted, and put the fritters he bought on the table.

"I've eaten." Heiqi replied coldly.

"Try it, the fritters here are much more authentic than those in Ping'an City."

Akagi was not polite, picked up one and put it in his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it, then said: "It tastes really good, Kurosaki-kun, you can try it."

Unable to evade, Kurosaki also picked up one and ate it. While eating, he suddenly asked, "I remember that Xu Sanjun wanted to treat me to soba noodles."

"Wait to go back, enough!"

"I also remember that Xu Sanjun said it was matsutake stew."

"That's enough!" Xu San smiled, and glanced at Heisaki, "I didn't expect Herosaki-kun to remember."

Kurosaki didn't answer, took a sip of tea and continued to eat fried dough sticks.

Chi Mu picked up the newspaper brought back by Xu San and glanced at it, "What happened last night was on the news."

Although Akagi's oral Chinese is quite bad, his reading ability is still good, because the purpose of his learning Chinese is to read.

After a while, he finished reading the whole page and put it on the table, "I didn't expect that the person Xu Sanjun killed yesterday was actually Dong Jinbao."

"His wanted notice has been posted in Ping'an County for a long time. I didn't expect him to appear here."

"It's a pity that there are 200 small yellow croakers!" Akagi said regretfully.

"I guess this Dong Jinbao is a fake."

"Why?" Akagi looked up and asked curiously.

Xu San poured himself a cup of tea, then said with a playful smile, "It's nothing, the Eighth Route Army will admit to assassinating civilians in the empire?"

"They don't need to admit it, we just admit it!" Akagi emphasized.

"Hehe, I hope. That's two hundred small yellow croakers. Do you think a warrant officer can get them? The so-called Eighth Route Army's disapproval is just an excuse."

　This chapter is exhausted, and six thousand a day is still a bit difficult.

　　I feel like I'm going to be Cavin again, my mind is empty, I don't want to talk or talk.

　　The community was closed again, and now I am trapped at home alone.

　　A person.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)