Although I don’t know what a loud noise is, it’s better than a nitroglycerin cannon.
It was extremely cold outside. Lao Hu glanced at Tian Sanjiu, who had a gloomy face, tightened his coat and said, "What time is it? Don't burn yourself by setting off cannons. Go back to sleep."
After saying that, Mr. Hu turned back to the hut where he lived and locked the door.
Tian Sanjiu frowned and looked in the direction of the cabin without saying anything.
We didn't dare to sleep after we got back. We locked the door and warmed ourselves by the briquette fire.
I kept flipping my head over my cell phone to make calls, hanging up one phone number and calling another, and I didn’t recognize most of the people who answered the phone.
Tian Sanjiu is also on the phone.
"Xiao Luo, it's me. How are you living there these days? You can't stop taking the medicine, and you'll have to take it for another year and a half."
"I'm in the south," Tian Sanjiu glanced at his head, smiled and said, "I'm here with an old friend of ours."
"Don't worry. If anything happens to me, just stay calm. I'll bring you some clothes when I go back. The national costumes here in Dao County are very beautiful."
Red Eyes took a sweet potato from the side of the briquette fire. He blew on it and started to bite it. I told him to peel it. How could he eat it if he didn't peel it?
"Well, I understand, it's troublesome."
He hung up the phone, raised his head and said solemnly, "I asked why I remembered hearing that sentence, I remembered it."
He warmed himself by the fire, raised his head and told a story about the past with worry.
That was decades ago, when the leader was only in his twenties.
At that time, state-owned cultural relics shops had not yet been established, and many people had no awareness of cultural relics. At that time, Huanpanjiayuan was still a wasteland, with a few antique shops here and there. In comparison, it was not as lively as Liulichang at the same time.
At that time, Liulichang was all private antique shops. Binji Antiques and Ma Ji Antiques were the strongest. Bin Ji belonged to Yue Bin (Yue Bin was sentenced to smuggling cultural relics in 1950 and died in prison), and Ma Ji belonged to Lu
Qin Zhai was opened by a nephew, and the actual controller was Lu Qin Zhai.
Lu Qinzhai settled abroad. He had connections at sea, and the cultural relics were carried on ships. At that time, a private museum in a certain country ordered a large number of doors and windows for ancient buildings from Lu Qinzhai. After taking over the business, the news spread from Liulichang.
There are land grabbers who can help them collect it.
There was a lot of movement.
In Hebei, Henan, and Shandong, there were many dealers driving horse and ox carts to Liulichang to deliver antique doors and windows, and the young leader was one of them.
Duotou collected a cart of Qing Dynasty doors and windows from Henan and borrowed a landlord's ox cart to sell in Peiping. After going back and forth several times, he earned dozens of dollars. It was snowing in winter and the road was difficult to walk at night, so Duotou borrowed it from
Lived in "Wei Ke Coal Factory."
If you are from Beijing, you can ask your grandparents, maybe they still have impressions.
At that time, Wei remembered that the door was full of people from all walks of life, some who knew real kung fu, and others who were from all walks of life.
These people live around Weiji, selling eye drops and rat poison. The reason why they gather here is because the boss of Weiji is also a gangster and will protect these people appropriately.
As I said before, Sister Hong’s grandfather is not an ordinary person. He was Chen, a man with glasses from the coal horse.
Wei remembers that the boss’s name is Ma Weiqi, and he is one of the disciples of martial arts master Dong Haichuan.
If you look up the information now, it is often said that the "Coal Saber" is Ma Weiqi from the Weiqi Coal Factory.
The fact is not that the real coal saber is Hong Jie's grandpa glasses Chen.
Ma Weiqi was deeply respected by people in the world because he was doing business in Peiping, so he needed such a respected title.
Sister Hong's grandfather didn't come forward to explain, so it was considered allowed by default.
It snowed non-stop for several days, so Tou lived in the coal factory for a few days. During this period, he met a black boy named Chen Xiaohei (Sister Hong's father).
There was nothing to do when it snowed, so the two young men often went to watch people perform and listen to the old man's storytelling.
That evening, Wei remembered that a group of southern buskers came to the door, all wearing masks. One of them held a brick in his hand and punched hard, breaking the brick in half in an instant.
This was called an appearance, and the onlookers immediately cheered loudly.
Twenty-year-old Baotou and teenage Chen Xiaohei also watched and applauded.
The brick was broken with an inch fist, and the masked man with a southern accent said loudly: "Dear young and old gentlemen!"
"I'm passing by here today, begging for food!"
"The five of us are from the south, and we are also famous in the world. I heard that we have a Changchun Society here, and there are countless masters in it, so we traveled thousands of miles to pay a visit."
The crowd was talking a lot, and some people cursed: "Mom, you are just trying to cause trouble, please give me your name."
The masked man turned around with his fists in his hands and said loudly:
"The troops march into the treasury, and the horses march into Huashan."
"The third generation, the Five Ugly People of Social Fire."
