The train was moving in the boundless wilderness. Through the gaps in the carriage, you could see the undulating mountains in the night outside. The carriage was filled with cotton bags, and there was only a very narrow place to sit. The rain had already stopped and the clothes were dry.

Xiao Shunzi was tired of crying and had fallen asleep, with two lines of clear tears still hanging on her face.

Chen Zikun took off his coat, two bullet holes in his sleeves, and the serge material was burned with a burnt smell. He smiled bitterly, and he was afraid that this dress would not be returned to reporter Ruan.

I was shot by a chicken leg on my arm. Fortunately, the bullet just passed through the muscles and did not hurt bones or large blood vessels. This Japanese-made eight-mm-caliber bullet is very powerful, and even if it hits the head, it may not die, but it is always necessary to treat it if it is a gunshot wound.

Because it was a penetrating injury, the warhead had long been flying where it was. The cloth strip that wrapped around the wound was covered with blood. Chen Zikun untied the cloth strip, checked the wound, tried to move the arm, and barely moved, and the blood flowed out again.

The matches on my body were soaked that I couldn't get the fire out.

He took out his pistol, clamped it into his armpit and pulled the bolt. A bullet jumped out of the chamber. He reached out to pick it up, bit off the bullet with his teeth, tore a strip of cloth to block the bullet shell, filled it again into the chamber, pierced the cotton bag with a knife, took out a bunch of cotton and put it on the floor of the carriage, then raised the gun and shot the cotton.

The cotton was ignited by the flames spurted out from the muzzle. Chen Zikun picked up the fire and pressed it on the wound. Soon the cotton was burned to black ashes and applied to the wound to stop the blood.

Xiao Shunzi was awakened by the gunshots and jumped up: "What's the matter!"

"It's okay, go to bed, I'll call you when I go to Shanghai." Chen Zikun said.

Perhaps Shanghai is the only medicine that can comfort Xiao Shunzi's hearts. There are taller buildings, more prosperous foreign fields, and more opportunities.

But Chen Zikun had no idea where the train was heading.

At dawn, the train arrived at the Laolongtou Station in Tianjin. The workers held small hammers and checked the wheels and bearing shells one by one. The two were unable to stay in the car, so they had to get off the tank truck and walked on the endless tracks.

"Is Shanghai here? Why don't I look like it?" Xiao Shunzi asked ignorantly. He had never left Beijing City when he grew up so old. He took the train all night and had no idea where he was.

Chen Zikun shook his head and walked forward until he walked out of the cargo station. There was a dirt road outside. Several coachmen were squatting on the side of the road. When they saw them coming out, they asked in a Tianjin dialect, "Sir, do you want rubber?"

Jiaopi is a local dialect in Tianjin, which refers to rickshaws. Xiao Shunzi still knows this. He scratched his head and said, "How did you come to Tianjin?"

Chen Zikun snapped his fingers: "Two rubber vehicles, go to the dock."

The two got on the rickshaw car and came all the way to Tianjin Wharf. When they saw a large ship with colorful flags and seagulls everywhere in the sky, Xiao Shunzi was stunned.

"Da Kunzi, this is the steamship. Let's take a look and see it." He stuttered.

Chen Zikun said: "If you want to see it, just watch it seriously. Let's take this to Shanghai."

"Really!" Xiao Shunzi smiled back on her face.

Chen Zikun visited Tianjin Pier with Ergui last time and knew where the box office was. When he walked over, he saw that the tickets were divided into several specifications, first class, second class, and third class. When he touched his money, he was only enough to buy two third class tickets.

...

Since the two brothers boarded the China Merchants Steamship, the weather has not been better. It was either cloudy or strong winds and rains. During the three-day and three-night trip, Xiao Shunzi vomited for three days and three nights. He grew up in the old Beijing alley and had not suffered this bump. He vomited all the food and was emptied. He also emptied the sour water in his stomach. He had severe seasickness and the pain of losing his mother. On the eve of his arrival in Shanghai, Xiao Shunzi couldn't get sick.

Lying on the third-class bunk bed with turbid air and chaotic air, Xiao Shunzi held Chen Zikun's hand and said intermittently: "Da Kunzi... I can't do it anymore. After I die, you burn me and take the ashes back to Beijing. I want to bury them with my mother."

Chen Zikun comforted him and said, "Don't say stupid things. You still have so many blessings that you haven't enjoyed, how could you die?"

Suddenly, cheers came from outside: "Shanghai is here!"

The long whistle sounded, and Xiao Shunzi was shocked and said, "Help me up and take a look."

Chen Zikun supported Xiao Shunzi, who was already exhausted, and they were instantly stunned by the scenery outside.

On the wide river surface, the masts are like forests, and hundreds of boats are competing for the current. The shore is densely packed with European-style foreign buildings, and there is no sight at a glance. This prosperous atmosphere is completely different from the quiet scenery of the alleys in old Beijing.

"This is Shanghai." Chen Zikun sighed while holding the railing.

"Even the overpass, it cannot be compared with this place." Xiao Shunzi murmured, his eyes full of yearning.

Yellow waves hit the side of the ship, white seagulls soaring in the sky, and the sound of whistles on the Huangpu River came one after another, and the sea-style scenery made the two brothers intoxicated.

"Look! It's the flag of the British Empire." Xiao Shunzi suddenly pointed to an extremely huge iron-armored warship in the distance and shouted. It was a foreign cruiser with black smoke coming from the chimney and a rice-shaped flag hanging on the mast.

"There are also Citigroup!" Xiao Shunzi saw another warship and jumped straight into excitement.

"Damn it, your muzzle is as tilted as a chicken!" Chen Zikun saw a Japanese warship flying the Sunrise Flag in the distance and spat hard at the river.

After watching for a long time, Xiao Shunzi finally realized something was wrong, scratched his head and said, "Why don't there be any warships from our country?"

Chen Zikun couldn't answer this question, and he was also asking himself why there were no Chinese warships in the Chinese river.

The passenger ship drove to the Bund Shiliupu Wharf, which is the most important dock in Shanghai. Countless ships are parked in the river, and countless coolies are carrying large bags to travel between the cargo ship and the dock. Countless cars and rickshaws are parked on the shore. All of this makes the two brothers dazzled and dazzled.

The two of them were disembarked, and they were wearing wrinkled clothes that were drenched by the rain. When they stepped onto the land of Shanghai, Xiao Shunzi sighed: "Shanghai, I'm here. From now on, there will be only Li Yaoting, and no Xiao Shunzi will be no more!"

Suddenly, a angrily scold came from behind: "Culuo, how can you be slow?"

Looking back, it was a foreigner in a suit and tie, and was impatiently pushing himself with a cane, probably because he thought he was blocking the way.

Li Yaoting didn't understand, but he also heard that the other party was not saying good things. He frowned and asked, "What did you say?"

There is a coolie next to him who is probably from Shandong. He can understand the Shanghai dialect spoken by foreigners and Li Yaoting's Beijing dialect. He interrupted and said, "He called you a pig."

Li Yaoting changed color suddenly. He had been at the Six Kingdoms Hotel and had never seen any foreigners, but the foreigners in Beijing were all gentle and gentle. How could anyone be cursed if someone blocked the way.

However, the other party was a foreigner after all, and he was a newcomer. Li Yaoting did not dare to have an attack, so he could only curse: "You are the fucking pig."

Chen Zikun didn't care about that. He was extremely depressed these days and was worried that he would not find a chance to have an attack. Seeing that foreigners bullied his brother, he went up and kicked the foreigners in the chest without saying a word.

This kick was amazing. The strong force could kill the cow. The tall and powerful foreigner was kicked straight into the river.

"Mom, a foreign pig!" Chen Zikun clapped his hands and cursed fiercely.

When the coolies who were traveling back and forth were smiling when they saw this scene, they kept laughing, but they kept walking under their feet.

Suddenly, a shrill sirens sounded, and three Indian policemen wore red turbans ran over with batons. Seeing that the situation was not good, Chen Zikun pulled Li Yaoting and ran away.

After running a few hundred meters away, the sirens could no longer be heard. Li Yaoting stopped and gasped, rubbed the sweat on his forehead and said, "Damn it, I'm running to death."

Although I was tired, my whole body's energy was rising.

"Let's go, go eat." Chen Zikun took off his suit and put it on his shoulders, walked side by side with Li Yaoting. The sunshine in Shanghai shone on the two young people, and the light was golden.

"Selling newspapers and newspapers, the latest Beijing news, the police beat the student to death." A newspaper boy ran by quickly.

Chen Zikun called the newspaper boy, took out a copper coin for him, took a newspaper and looked at it in his hand. The first two big words "declaration" came to his eyes.

The front page news is that Guo Qinguang, a demonstrative student, was beaten and seriously injured by the military and police during the demonstration on May 4th. Unfortunately, he died of injuries on the seventh day. All sectors of society launched a memorial service to commemorate the victim.

Chen Zikun wondered: "Didn't Guo Qinguang be sent to the hospital after suffering from lung disease? How could he become a policeman beat him to death? I really don't understand."

There are many things he doesn't understand in this world. The first thing he needs to solve is the stomach problem. The two of them have no more than 50 cents in total. After a meal, they probably won't have the next meal.

Walking aimlessly on the streets of Shanghai, the two gradually couldn't even tell the direction. The streets and alleys in Shanghai were not as distinct as those in Beijing, but were slanted and slanted. After walking for a while, they finally found a cheap shop. The one who drove the hall was quite eye-catching. Looking at the two of them, they knew that there were not many copper coins on their bodies. Then they asked with a smile: "Friend, come on a bowl of Yangchun noodles."

"How much?" Chen Zikun asked, licking his lips.

"Five cents." Paotang said with a smile.

"Two bowls." Chen Zikun took out a dime and slapped it on the table. After looking at the gouache brand, he simply took out the remaining two cents: "Two more bowls of wine, a plate of fennel beans, and a plate of stinky tofu."

"Do you want Yangchun noodles to be broad-soft or cross the bridge?"

“Same portion.”

In a short while, Yangchun noodles, fennel beans, and fried stinky tofu were delivered to them. When the two saw it, they were stunned. Compared with the bowls in Shanghai, they were like children's use, and the plates were as big as bone plates, with not much at all.

"Shanghai people are so fucking stingy." Li Yaoting complained.

Chen Zikun raised the wine bowl: "Come on, come to Shanghai for our success, do it!"

Li Yaoting also raised the wine bowl: "Damn it!"

I just touched it for a while, before I could toast, a few gangsters came not far away and came to the small restaurant. I walked and shouted, "Little Chi, don't run away!"

A bald man who was consuming Yangchun noodles on the next table stood up and fled, and hurriedly knocked over Chen Zikun and the others' dining table, and the noodles, fennel, beans, stinky tofu spread all over the floor.

"You don't have eyes." Li Yaoting cursed.

"Friend, sorry." The bald man bowed his hand and wanted to escape, but was grabbed by Li Yaoting: "Losing money."

At this time, the gangsters had already surrounded him and said coldly: "The surname of Jiang, I have found a helper, right? If you don't pay back the money, you will break Nong's leg."

Chen Zikun calmly drank the rice wine, put down the bowl, dusted his clothes and stood up. He was extremely tall, and he was like an iron tower in front of these thin and short Shanghai sluts.

He casually lifted up his clothes, revealing the box cannon on his belt, and said slowly: "There are more people and fewer people, right?"
Chapter completed!