Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 413 Try
Black-robed Prime Minister Yao Guangxiao was the head of Quanxing Sect who was recognized by all the disciples of Quanxing Sect before Wu Gensheng.

Because he helped Emperor Taizong of Ming Dynasty win the throne in the Jingnan Campaign, Quan Xing became the most famous person of that era, and all the famous and upright people had to behave themselves.

The Jiming Temple in Jinling was where Yao Guangxiao practiced Buddhism after he helped Emperor Taizong of the Ming Dynasty seize the throne.

Otherwise, Wang Yi would not be able to explain why the three famous Quanxing masters who came to Jinling with him left their well-kept Jianghu inn and came to stay at Jiming Temple. Even the abbot here did not think there was anything wrong with letting the three famous Quanxing masters stay in Jiming Temple.

It is worth mentioning that Jiming Temple, an ancient temple with inextricable ties to Yao Guangxiao, the previous generation head of Quanxing, has no one from the circle from top to bottom, and only knows things within the circle.

Monk Jin Guang and the fast-moving horse Huang Yifa were yawning outside out of boredom, while inside the main hall, lay Buddhist Mo Ming and the old patriarch of the Wang family who had followed them were sitting on cushions, doing their homework with the monks from Jiming Temple.

Wang Yi walked in quietly and looked into the eyes of the Buddha statue above his head.

"Donor Wang also believes in Buddhism?"

"I believe in it. Not only do I believe in Buddhism and Taoism, I will also take care of Jesus' business. It doesn't cost money anyway, so I believe in it a little. But I don't believe that they can really interfere in this world. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many troubles. Everyone, time is running out. Please recite the scriptures a few more times. Who knows, they may help to save the souls of a few innocent people in hell."

He came to Jiming Temple to see whether Yao Guangxiao, the leader of Quanxing who suppressed a number of famous and upright sects, had left anything for future generations. After all, he was the head of Quanxing.

Even if their cultivation level couldn't reach the level of a god, they were still one of the small group of people standing at the top of the circle at that time.

With his ability, it is not impossible to predict the future direction, but he has already searched the entire Jiming Temple with his true Qi along the way, but found nothing. It is really a simple death.

If there is no chance of opening the blind box by chance, then he can only rely on himself.

On the way back to Xiaozhan Restaurant from Zhonghuamen after leaving Jiming Temple, Wang Yi also stopped by the German Siemens in Jinling City and saw John Rabe, the international friend who stood up during the disaster and saved tens of thousands of Jinling people.

A middle-aged man whose appearance is not outstanding but has a somewhat elegant temperament.

Afterwards, Wang Yi returned the same way and looked at the worried people along the way. It was obvious that the cloud of defeat in the Battle of Shanghai had already hung over the face of every citizen in the city, even without the rumors in the neighborhood.

After all, when the Battle of Shanghai broke out, the city of Nanjing was frequently bombed by Japanese planes.

Now that the Battle of Songhu has been lost, it is easy to imagine what will happen to the next target, the city of Nanjing.

At this moment, a sharp and piercing air raid sirens sounded in the city, and the people who were originally struggling for the present day suddenly turned into a group of frightened birds.

"The Japanese planes are coming again!"

Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, and everyone on the street immediately scattered. Having already experienced air raids, they immediately ran to the nearest air-raid shelter.

If you really can't run away, just find a good place to hide nearby, such as houses, shops, dead corners of alleys... These places can quickly hide people.

For a moment, the already messy streets suddenly became deserted and desolate. The only sounds in the city were the shrill air defense alarms and the buzzing of Japanese enemy planes in the sky.

As the people in the city were in a panic, Wang Yi moved around freely and in a few quick moves he had quietly arrived at the city gate tower. Without anyone noticing him, he just stared at the sky in the distance. The black dots that were getting closer and bigger were the Japanese reconnaissance planes.

As the enemy planes approached and lowered their altitude, the panic in the city reached its peak.

In this era when nine out of ten defenses are against the air, and the government's air force is almost half-crippled, the threat from the sky is enough to break the tense nerves in most people's minds.

Several fist-sized stones were suspended around Wang Yi. As long as the other party dared to make any unusual moves, he wouldn't mind doing something extraordinary.

But this time the enemy also surprised Wang Yi. They did not drop bombs and launch an air strike as expected. Instead, they simply circled and conducted low-altitude reconnaissance over Jinling City before flying away.

At the same time, printed leaflets were also distributed in various areas of the city.

Wang Yi took one casually, looked at the propaganda slogan written on it, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"You are trying to cover your ears and steal the bell, but the more you try to hide it, the more obvious it becomes. You are using empty words to deceive others and your own people, and you have never worn out your tricks. I really admire you. No wonder the work I arranged here has no effect. With you doing this, everyone is in a dilemma whether to believe it or not."

As the Japanese planes left and the air raid alarm was lifted, the people who had been hiding in their homes and alleys in a panic began to emerge slowly.

Looking at the flyers all over the floor that looked like a warning of attack, some unscrupulous grain merchants have already reopened their doors to do business, but the products that were already shockingly priced just now have now been priced at a new level.

Take the price of rice as an example.

When he was walking just now, Wang Yi noticed that the price of rice in the city was between 120 and 20 yuan of legal currency per stone (about 30 jin). At this time, the purchasing power of the legal currency issued by the national government was still there. One yuan of legal currency was equal to one dollar. In Nanjing City, as the capital, the monthly salary of an ordinary worker was between 20 and 30 yuan of legal currency.

In other words, as the war gradually spread to Jinling City, one stone of rice already required a month's salary for an ordinary worker in the city.

Even so, there were still long queues at the grain stores in the city, with a bunch of people crowding into the queues, holding the little belongings they had saved through their frugality, to buy grain from the merchants.

Because they know that the price of grain is this price today and will be another price tomorrow. If it is later, they may not even want to accept the legal currency and will only accept silver dollars.

This chaotic situation did not end until Wang Yi returned to the Jianghu Inn restaurant. He saw those people crowding at the door of the restaurant, holding French currency in their hands, just wanting to buy some food from Jianghu Inn.

Since there is not enough space in the rice shop, some people have to look for opportunities in inns and restaurants that do catering business.

Wang Yi walked into the restaurant quietly, went upstairs, and sat down next to the shopkeeper Lin who was drinking alone.

"Boss Wang, it seems that you and I have been doing unnecessary things. We have been busy for so many days, but there is still no Japanese plane flying overhead. Dropping leaflets is more practical."

"Yes, those who have money and food have either prepared to take the train to Hankou with their families, or they have stored food at home, locked their doors and windows, and lived their lives without paying attention to the outside world. The rest of them have nowhere to go. The price of rice is so high, and they will die anyway if they flee."

Wang Yi poured himself a glass of wine and talked about the chaos happening in the city at that time.

The people were in panic, and the barely stable social order collapsed after a large number of defeated soldiers entered the city and Japanese planes dropped leaflets.

On the way back, he saw and encountered no less than twenty cases of theft and robbery, and many people set their sights on him. After all, in such a chaotic time, he could still parade alone in the streets, and he was well dressed, so he must be from a well-off family.

Wang Yi didn't bother with them. He used the magnetic field to distort the light, making himself invisible. He then watched everything that happened like a ghost.

Only then did he realize how insignificant all the preparations he had made before were in the face of this disaster.

"Yes, we have no money and no food. We will die if we escape. Why not stay here? At least we can live a few more days." Shopkeeper Lin drank the wine in the glass. It was unclear whether he was mocking Wang Yi's actions or his own overestimation of his own abilities.

"It's unnecessary or beyond your ability, but there are some things that you have to do even if you know the consequences. If you go out now, you will be in danger of death, but there is still a glimmer of hope. If you stay here, you will be dead for sure."

"Ha, Great Immortal Wang, take a look outside. I don't even dare to ask the guys downstairs to open the door. If the door is opened, I'm afraid everything in this inn will be emptied out. Don't you think it's not a mess enough?"

"Yeah, it doesn't matter if it gets a little more chaotic. It would be even better if it gets so chaotic that no one dares to stay in the city."

"what?"

"No more chatting. I'm going to sleep. By the way, Shopkeeper Lin, where do you usually keep the rice and flour?"

"what?"

That night, after a good sleep and resting up, Wang Yi quietly left the room and came to the backyard of Jianghu Inn where rice, flour, grain, oil and other food materials were stored. Now, the place is guarded 24 hours a day by people sent by Manager Lin for fear of any trouble.

This level of defense is fine for dealing with ordinary people, but it is a different story for someone like Wang Yi.

He quietly opened a skylight on the roof of the warehouse in the backyard, picked up two or three bags of rice, and disappeared into the darkness along with the bags of rice.
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Lao Wang was a native of Jinling City. He was lucky and had attended a private school for a few years. He had some knowledge and when he was a little older, he went to work in a factory as an apprentice and a worker. After many years, the factory he worked for grew bigger and bigger and turned into a fertilizer factory.

With the experience over the years, I became a team leader and my salary doubled to about 30-40 yuan a month in legal currency.

With this salary, he supported his parents, married and had children, and sent his children to school.

For him, this life is enough, he just hopes that this life can continue like this, he can take care of his parents until they die, watch his two children grow up, start their own families, and he and his wife will be together until the end of their lives.

Such a simple idea was too extravagant in this world. As the war gradually spread from outside the Great Wall to North China, to East China, and to the city of Jinling where he grew up, everything changed.

With the defeat in the Battle of Shanghai, the factory stopped production and the boss was arranging to move the factory to Hankou.

Fortunately, his boss was a national entrepreneur and one of the industrial leaders, and he notified the workers immediately.

Either stay here and let him pay you the wages so that you can part ways amicably, or go with him, settle down in Hankou and start over.

To be honest, Lao Wang was very tempted. If he could eat well and his whole family would not be hungry, then he would follow the boss.

But he has a family to support, and even if he takes them with him, his boss won't agree.

So he chose to stay. After all, he had saved a lot of money by living frugally over the years. With this money, it shouldn't be a problem for him to carry his family through these difficult times, right?

But reality soon slapped Lao Wang in the face.

The price of rice increased three times a day. There was one price in the morning, another price at noon, and another price when closing in the evening. The rice was sold out the next day.

The trains leaving the city are even more expensive than gold. The ferries are a little better, but they are also so expensive that even a worker like Lao Wang would be shocked.

If I buy this, I will be bankrupt.

He already felt a little regretful at this time, but there is no medicine for regret in the world. He could only drag his tired body and carry half a stone of rice that he bought with a month's salary back home.

Looking at his wife and children who came up to him, and his parents who were helping to burn firewood and cook in the kitchen, a smile appeared on his face.

"Mother, come and give me a hand. The market outside is very bad right now. I can only buy half a stone of rice with my monthly salary. I have really seen the world."

"It's good if you can buy some. The world is in turmoil right now, and who knows if you'll have another meal after the last one. We have a lot of rice left at home, and with your half stone, we can get through the winter if we save it. Don't go out these days. It's hard to be comfortable without a man at home."

"Okay, I won't go out. We can just live our lives behind closed doors. I'll go out and find a job when the storm is over. Don't worry, your man has skills, so you won't starve to death."

Lao Wang comforted his wife, and after dinner, he sat outside the door wearing thick clothes, smoking and drinking.

There was chaos and war outside the door, but inside the door, the whole family was gathered together. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. After he finished smoking and drinking, he got up, went back to his room, soaked his feet, and went to bed.

Just when the Wang family fell asleep, Wang Yi came here quietly carrying a few bags of rice.

He took out some of the rice from the bag and placed it in the room of Lao Wang and his wife. Looking at this middle-aged man whose edges had been smoothed out by time, Wang Yi put his fingers together like a sword and pointed them at Lao Wang's brow.

Magnetic field martial arts, spiritual sharing!

As Wang Yi used his tricks, Lao Wang's eyelids began to tremble while he was sleeping.

"I'm sorry, I hope this nightmare can save your family."

Looking at the man whose eyelids were fighting in the predictive dream he had woven for him, Wang Yi muttered something in his heart before turning around and leaving.

"what!!!"

A turbulent night passed like this, and the Wang family was awakened by a strange cry from the head of the family, Wang.

When Lao Wang's family came to the room, they naturally discovered the abnormality in Lao Wang's room, as well as Lao Wang's condition.

"His father, his mother, what happened? Why is there still rice in your house?"

The call from his parents brought him back to reality like a nightmare, as if he had been fished out of the water. He looked at the rice placed in front of the bed, the family members who had gathered around him, and the lingering picture in his mind.

It also made Lao Wang, a man who just wanted to live a peaceful life, make a decision.

"Dad! Mom! Wife, pack up all the valuables at home. I'm going back to the factory now."

"Why are you back to the factory? Didn't you quit your job?"

"We beg the factory director to take our whole family with us. Even if we have to pay him money and kowtow to him, we can all leave the city with the factory!"

(End of this chapter)