Reborn Bao Guowei, I really didn’t want to be a great writer!

Chapter 144 Killed the Japanese pirates!

"Wo's house is in the southwest, which is far away from here. But don't look at Wo's wife now. In the past, my family was also a landlord."

"These days, even landlords don't have any surplus grain. They only grow sweet potatoes and eat multi-grain sweet potatoes. Have you heard of glutinous rice?"

"Hehe, a respectable student like you must have never eaten before. In the past, even in good times, the food was rice on top and sweet potatoes on the bottom."

Bao Guowei raised his eyes and saw the swarthy old man in front of him. After drinking two ounces of wine, he was talking with great joy.

Holding a black pen in his hand, he lowered his head and wrote on the paper after listening to the old man's description.

The proficient look is obviously not the first time.

"Uncle, is there anything you can do to make people aware of the hard life in the countryside?"

Bao Guowei spent money, so he naturally asked questions whenever he had doubts. He also tried his best to speak plainly so that the other party could understand.

"Yes! Why not?"

The old man grinned, and the lines on his forehead could crush a peanut on the table.

"The lives of landlords are like this, let alone ordinary people. How miserable!"

"When I was a kid, I left it at home and went to look at it on the stove. My brother thought he had eaten the rice on the sweet potato. He got angry and threw a big porcelain jar on me. I almost broke my leg. .”

When the old man talked about this, he still seemed to be frightened.

"Fortunately, everything is fine. If the bones were broken, I wouldn't have the money to go to the city to see a doctor."

Bao Guowei nodded, feeling that this little story was quite good and could be used to polish his recent manuscripts, so he opened a separate page and simply wrote down the story.

As the old man spoke, he seemed to be moved. He threw a peanut into his mouth and looked up out of the window.

"You don't know, we ordinary people who are just digging for food are suffering!"

"When I came to the city, I lived in a thatched shack on the outskirts of the city and earned a living by working on the docks."

"The people in the village who were my companions in the past were either seriously ill and had no money to hire a doctor, or their hands and feet were broken while moving things. Without income, they slowly froze to death and starved to death."

"Go and take a look under the bridge at the pier. Every morning, people freeze to death and starve to death there. This is a common thing."

Listening to the old man's description, Bao Guowei's understanding of this era has deepened a lot.

In the past, he only saw the hardships of the people during the Republic of China from the words in textbooks.

I know they are suffering, but I never know how they are suffering.

In the past few days, I have been doing some research in the streets and alleys, and I have found simple but bloody handwriting.

Everything is in his eyes, clearing away the clouds.

Bao Guowei's heart was a little heavy, and he exhaled and said.

"Uncle, do you still want it?"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard a commotion.

It seemed to be coming from the end of the street. Many customers in the restaurant stuck their heads out of the wooden windows and watched the excitement curiously.

Some people couldn't help but say: "Hey, everyone, look, the whole place is full of people!"

"What are they shouting about?"

"I don't know, it seems like something like defeating the Japanese, defeating the traitors, or something like that?"

"What's wrong? Is Jinling starting to betray the country again?"

The old man couldn't help but stretched out his head to take a look, and said loudly.

"My dear, there are so many people! I believe you can become emperor with this attitude! Everyone in the city is here, right?"

"Hey, come and take a look, young man?"

"Afterlife?"

The old man called twice but received no response. When he turned around, he found that Bao Guowei was already standing on the window sill.

There was no surprise or other expression on his face, just a frown, as if he was thinking about something.

"Young masters from rich families are a little strange."

The old man shook his head and decided not to try to figure out the other person's thoughts.

At this time, the voices of other spectators came from the side.

"Don't these people want to kill the Japanese?"

"It sounds like, this posture looks like a desperate one, there are everyone there, dock workers, vendors, students, hey, there is also a candied haws seller, who is also shouting."

"I wanted to go with them after seeing it. The Japanese are so damn hateful!"

"Don't go. The Japanese all have guns. No matter how many people there are, they will die. Just watch, a few people will definitely die this time."

"That's right. Let's just drink and take it one day at a time!"

Bao Guowei frowned, packed up his notes, and put ten dollars on the table as the old man's reward.

When leaving, I couldn't help but say something.

"This time, it's completely different from before."

His voice was not loud, but clear.

But when everyone in the venue looked over, there was no sign of him at the stairs.

They all shook their heads, obviously not believing Bao Guowei's words.

"Who is this person? He talks strangely. How can a Japanese be so easy to mess with?"

"Hey, it's just rich kids who have never experienced hardships. I guess they will follow the crowd. These people are still too young and don't understand the terror of the Japanese! When the Eight-Nation Allied Forces arrived in Peiping."

Bao Guowei merged into the crowd and felt that he was just a grain of dust in the crowd.

Wrapped in the crowd, we headed towards the Akiye Daily News.

There were loud shouts in my ears, and impassioned shouts came into my mind.

This belongs to ordinary people in this era,

shout.

He would not take the ridicule of the spectators to heart.

Because he was sure that this anti-Japanese wave would be successful, just like it would be fifteen years later in history.

In his original plan, these tsunami-like crowds were never the vanguard to attack the Japanese.

There is no reason to let the people charge.

At this moment, taking advantage of the momentum of the crowd, a group of soldiers with a mission were ready to sneak into the Qiuye Newspaper office quietly.

This was Bao Guowei’s original plan!

"Baga! Mr. Wang, this is different from what we discussed before!" In the office of Qiuye Newspaper, a Japanese man in a suit was furious.

He was short in stature and could only kick the bonsai in front of him when he was angry.

With a bang, the bonsai made a circle and countless leaves fell off.

Then he returned to his original position.

Wang Zhaowen was trembling, from his heart to his arms, everything was trembling.

Big beads of sweat flowed from his forehead like a shower.

After a long while, he took out a white handkerchief from his collar and wiped his head.

"President Kuroda, don't be anxious. Everything is still under our control. Those people outside are just a bunch of rabble and they can't make a difference."

"Baga! These people have surrounded my newspaper office! They are about to rush in and beat us to death. Are you telling me not to worry?"

Kuroda's chest kept rising and falling, and he pointed at Wang Zhaowen and said.

"I came to this country on the order of the Emperor to let you Chinese people understand who the real pig people are!"

"I originally wanted to stop, but it was you who encouraged me to spread the plague again. Now that we are in this situation, if you can't come up with a good idea, I will chop you both up, and then commit seppuku to express my gratitude. Emperor!"

Lin Shicai was originally sitting on the sofa, but at this time he had slipped down from it.

He raised his eyes and looked at the crowd outside the window, and when he heard the harsh words of "little Japanese" and "traitor" among them, he felt chilled in his heart.

She cried like a dead mother.

"Mr. Kuroda, it's not our problem. This kid came out and caused the plague. I think it was his handiwork this time. This kid deserves to die. It has nothing to do with us!"

"Don't say it's useless!"

Kuroda pulled out a samurai sword from nowhere, and four or five Japanese around him also surrounded the two people.

"If I can't think of a way, I'll kill you two first!"

Wang Zhaowen said with a sad face.

"Mr. Kuroda, listen to me. These unscrupulous people are bullies and are afraid of the strong. Don't you have a gun?"

He showed a fierce expression on his face and said without hesitation: "Shoot and kill one or two, and then they will scatter like birds and beasts!"

"This"

Kuroda is not a soldier, he mainly does research and writes articles, and he obviously still has some concerns.

Seeing that there was hope, Wang Zhaowen immediately added: "Mr. Kuroda, have you forgotten? You Japanese are killing people here, are you still afraid of being attacked by the government? Do they dare to do it!"

Several Japanese people nearby also chatted a lot, and they seemed to be planning to take action.

Kuroda hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said.

"Okay! Then let these people have a taste of gunpowder!"

He was just hesitating about the consequences of shooting, whether it would provoke a war or something else.

As for the lives of outsiders, I never take them seriously.

"Get the gun!"

He immediately spoke to several other Japanese in Japanese.

"Hi!"

The Japanese swarmed downstairs, took out a few rifles from the basement, and returned to the office.

Each of them put on a helmet, and even gave Wang Zhaowen and Lin Shicai a pistol each.

"Both of you, stand in front and shoot first!"

Kuroda said sadly.

Wang Zhaowen and Lin Shicai's pupils shrank. They never expected that the Japanese would do this. If they had shot first, the nature of the attack would be different!

"I can't shoot!"

"I don't know how to use it either!"

The two people waved their hands repeatedly.

But how could the Japanese agree? They put a gun on the back of two people and made them stand in front.

At this time, even Wang Zhaowen's legs were shaking.

Standing in front is a living target. If the people outside are not scared away, they will be the first to die.

If outsiders are scared away, they will be equated with the word traitor from now on.

In the land of China, is there still a place to stand?

He finally regretted his mistake, but it was too late.

"Bang!" There was a sound, which was obviously the sound of doors and windows being smashed.

Even a few large cabinets can't stop it.

The shouts of killing were getting closer and closer. Wang Zhaowen and Lin Shicai's hands holding the guns kept sweating, but they still did not dare to put them down.

Immediately afterwards, they seemed to see countless angry faces.

In a daze, it seemed as if he saw billions of faces.

"shot!"

Kuroda's voice came from behind them.

"shot!"

The first people to rush in from outside the door were a group of men. Their bodies did not look like ordinary people, and they were holding farm tools such as hoes in their hands.

Countless stones were thrown over first.

"shot!"

Kuroda's knife edge was pressed against Wang Zhaowen's lower back.

The latter immediately felt pain, gritted his teeth and stamped his feet.

"Fuck you!"

Only a sound of anger was heard.

Then there was a "bang" gunshot!

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