Without work, there will naturally be no income. Newsboys like him have no savings on weekdays. They all spend as much money as they can. After missing two days without work, Wang Chunsheng's life has also entered a dilemma.
For example, today, Wang Chunsheng had been without water or rice for a day. He was so hungry that he came to a restaurant from a dilapidated temple in the south of the city, ready to get some leftovers to eat. But when Wang Chunsheng came to this restaurant,
When I was next to a restaurant I usually visited, I found that the restaurant where people used to come and go was now closed.
Wang Chunsheng still refused to give up and walked around the street a few more times, but the fact made him very disappointed. All the restaurants and teahouses on the street had their doors closed. There were very few pedestrians on the street, even if they occasionally saw a few
The pedestrian was also in a hurry and quickly disappeared from his sight.
"No, if we continue like this, we will starve to death."
Wang Chunsheng, who was already top-heavy from hunger, sat down on a stone on the side of the street. He was leaning against the wall and his face was so hungry that his lips were purple. His face was pale in the July sunshine.
"Fuck, I don't believe it. How could a living person like me be starved to death!"
Wang Chunsheng gritted his teeth and was about to stand up and go to another street to try his luck. Suddenly, there was a sound of electric donkeys (the old name for three-wheeled motorcycles) on the street.
"No, they're Japanese!"
Wang Chunsheng hurriedly struggled to stand up and hid to the side, but because he had been hungry for too long, his body was a little weak. As soon as he stood up, his body went limp and he could not hide in the corner next to him in time. At this time, the motorcycle
The sound of the car had already reached his side.
"squeak……"
The sound of a sudden brake sounded, and two motorcycles stopped. Two Japanese soldiers got out of the car. They came to Wang Chunsheng's side and mumbled a few words. Without any explanation, they grabbed him and threw him into the side of the car.
Li then walked away in a hurry.
Although Wang Chunsheng was so hungry that he was weak, he still struggled and shouted: "You... why are you arresting me? I am just a beggar, you have arrested the wrong person, you have arrested the wrong person!"
"idiot!"
Perhaps because he was too agitated, the Japanese soldier sitting behind struck Wang Chunsheng on the neck with his palm. Wang Chunsheng only felt that his eyesight went dark and he knew nothing...
When Wang Chunsheng woke up quietly, he found himself lying on a piece of hard grass.
"Hey, young man, are you okay?" At this time, a deep voice sounded in Wang Chunsheng's ears.
Wang Chunsheng struggled to sit up. He raised his eyes and looked around, and found that the sky had turned dark, and there were still many figures moving vaguely around him. There was a figure sitting next to him, and with the dim starlight, he
He was vaguely recognizable. He was an elderly man in his fifties.
Wang Chunsheng took a breath and asked anxiously: "Uncle, where is this place and why am I here?"
"Hey, you are quite impatient." The elderly man seemed to smile, and then sighed: "This is Laowozi Street, as for how you came here... humph... of course you were picked up by the Japanese.
Captured. The people here were all captured by the Japanese."
Wang Chunsheng asked anxiously: "Uncle, they...why do the Japanese want to arrest us? Are they going to start killing people?"
"Who knows?" The old man sighed again and shook his head: "Do the Japanese need a reason to arrest people?"
"Gu Gu Gu Gu..."
At this time, a thunderous voice sounded from Wang Chunsheng.
The old man asked kindly: "Young man, are you hungry?"
"Yes!" Wang Chunsheng nodded sheepishly: "I haven't eaten for a day and I really can't stand it anymore."
The old man sighed: "Well... why don't we? Since we were captured, none of us have had a morsel of food or a sip of water."
While he was talking, there was a commotion in front of him. Then several flashlights of light swept over him. With these lights, Wang Chunsheng discovered that this was a small courtyard, and dozens of people were locked up in this courtyard.
Immediately afterwards, a Japanese officer walked in accompanied by more than a dozen soldiers, and they did not stop until they reached Wang Chunsheng.
Wang Chunsheng, who was sitting on the ground, looked up and saw that he was a Japanese military officer in his thirties, with two stars on the brochure on his shoulder. The officer stopped and immediately started talking.
Birdsong, he spoke so fast that Wang Chunsheng couldn't understand what he was saying. But this worry was obviously unnecessary, and soon a translator wearing a Japanese military cap and a white shirt stood up behind him.
Officer, I saw him saying loudly in Cantonese: "Hello everyone, let me first introduce to you. This is Lieutenant Colonel Miyamoto Kameda. Lieutenant Colonel Miyamoto Kameda said that the imperial army did not invite you to come this time to embarrass you.
Everyone, the Imperial Army wants to give everyone a job to build fortifications for the Imperial Army. As long as the fortifications are repaired, the Imperial Army will let everyone go home and pay everyone a salary. Such a good thing is difficult to do even with a lantern.
Look for it, everyone quickly applaud and thank the imperial army!"
After finishing speaking, the translator took the lead in clapping loudly, but as he clapped, he felt a little embarrassed, because he was the only one performing a one-man show in the audience, and everyone around him just watched quietly.
Him, it made him feel like a fool.
The angry translator couldn't help but said angrily: "You bastards, don't toast or drink as a fine! The Taijun said that he asked you to come here this time to repair the fortifications of the imperial army. If the fortifications are not repaired the day after tomorrow, the imperial army will
I will kill you all!"
Looking at the translator there who was pretending to be powerful, Wang Chunsheng sneered in his heart. He had seen too many of these Japanese Japs who were just relying on the Japs' prestige. If they left the Japanese, such people would be nothing.
But now he couldn't care about so much. His stomach was growling with hunger. If he didn't eat something, he would probably starve to death. Wang Chunsheng boldly asked loudly: "This prince, we are working here."
Is there anything to eat?"
"Have a meal?"
The translator was stunned for a moment, then nodded and said: "Of course, as long as you work conscientiously, let alone eat, the imperial army will pay you a salary before leaving."
Wang Chunsheng sneered in his heart, but there was a hint of surprise on his face, "Then I dare to ask Taijun, I haven't eaten all day, can the imperial army give us a full meal now?"
The translator couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and then angrily said: "You untouchables, you are thinking about eating before you finish your work. No wonder others call you the sick man of East Asia!"
Wang Chunsheng rolled his eyes and said, "What you said is wrong. The emperor doesn't need hungry soldiers. Do you think you can talk like that?"
"asshole!"
Perhaps feeling that his majesty had been challenged, the translator came over in anger and wanted to teach this beggar-like guy a lesson, but who knew that he was stopped by the lieutenant colonel.
Zhongsao asked a few questions in a gibbering tone, then his expression changed, and he scolded the translator severely. Finally, his expression changed, and he tried his best to put on a smile and said in blunt Mandarin: "You guys... don't be afraid.
...If you want to eat, it’s okay. The Imperial Army will give you food! I’ll have someone bring you food later, but you have to remember that you have to work when you’re full. The Imperial Army doesn’t feed idle people.
drop!"
At this time, the translator also came over and shouted in a pretentious manner: "You have all heard what Taijun said. The imperial army is merciful and will bring you food soon, but tomorrow you have to give it to the imperial army."
Work hard, if you don’t work seriously, the guns of the imperial army will not recognize you!"
After the translator finished speaking, Lieutenant Commander Miyamoto Kameda led the Japanese soldiers and turned around and walked away.
Watching the Japanese leave, Wang Chunsheng spat and cursed in a low voice: "Bah, you two bastards, this kid will definitely have a bad death in the future!"
"Shh..." the old man on the side shouted in a low voice: "Boy, lower your voice, you don't want to live anymore!"
After a while, several puppet soldiers came over carrying two big pots. They placed the big pots on the ground and shouted: "It's time to eat, it's time to eat, everyone is here to eat!"
After saying that, the two opened the lid of the pot, revealing a pot full of thick-noodle buns and a pot of soup with green vegetable leaves floating in it.
"Wow!"
As soon as the two puppet soldiers finished speaking, the people who were sitting weakly in various corners rushed over one by one as if they were full of energy, and they all grabbed the steamed buns and started to eat them.
Wang Chunsheng was no exception. This guy grabbed four or five steamed buns and then hid aside and ate them. For a while, the yard was filled with the sound of chewing and eating.
Wang Chunsheng ate four or five steamed buns in a row before he felt the burning pain in his stomach slowly subsided. Although he wanted to eat a few more steamed buns, he had been begging for food since he was a child.
But he knew that if he continued to eat now, he might be strangled to death. So he slowly walked to the side, picked up a bowl, asked for a bowl of soup, and drank it slowly.
When Wang Chunsheng had eaten his fill, he slowly regained his former wit. He thought for a moment, walked to the old man with a bowl in his hand and asked: "Uncle, do you think these bunker fortifications can be repaired the day after tomorrow?"
"
The old man said angrily: "Who knows? Anyway, we are just ordinary people. The Japanese asked us to repair. How can we say no? But I saw that the Japanese arrested many people and locked them up separately.
We are in different courtyards, and the strange thing is that the Japanese don't let us meet and talk to each other. Do you think this is strange?"
When Wang Chunsheng heard this, his heart could not help but darken. He had seen through the ugly things of time since he was a child, and he immediately thought of a word that often appeared in storytelling. This word is called killing and silencing! (To be continued)