"Hey, who am I talking about?" An old man with long braids held the birdcage in his hand, stood still, and curled his lips, "So it's you! Why, your son didn't take you out to play.
ah?"
"play?"
"The Qing Dynasty is dead, where can he take me to play?" Another long-braided old man sighed, "Now, I live a life of fear and trepidation. It's very pitiful."
"At least you're not hungry or freezing, that's good! What else do you want?"
"Ah."
"When Zhang Xun left, he was very prosperous." The old man smiled mockingly, "It's actually not bad to be like that. Why don't you learn from it?"
"Then why don't you learn?"
"Then I have to have this ability!"
"Eh!"
Then, both of them sighed.
Zhang Xun, after the restoration, finally had a good death. The funeral was said to have cost 100,000 yuan. The coffin was finally transported back to his hometown in Jiangxi and buried in a new place. Countless Jiangxi people sent it to him spontaneously, which became one of the most sensational events in Jiangxi that year. Also because of the restoration.
As a result, Puyi gave him the posthumous title of "Zhongwu".
In history, Zhuge Liang once received this posthumous title.
"Long live my lord, it's going to be a very difficult time for me even if I think about it."
"Of course it's not good. Is it any different from my parrot in a cage? My parrot lives a more comfortable life than him. At least I often take him out for walks."
…
Three days had passed when Zhou Weiguo and Liu Zhihui arrived in Changchun. Naturally, they all had put on makeup. Zhou Weiguo wore glasses, a beard, a serious suit, and a watch, looking like a returnee from overseas.
As for Liu Zhihui, he pretended to be a follower.
Changchun at this time was called Xinjing.
The Japanese military control was strict, but there were many people on the streets.
"It's getting cold. Let's go and find a place to stay." Zhou Weiguo looked at the gray sky and said.
"Yes." Liu Zhihui was quite happy. Role-playing was his favorite.
Looking at the neat buildings on the street, Zhou Weiguo was still a little emotional. Zhang Zuolin had done some things. Although he was a bandit and had no education, he paid great attention to educated people and hired many capable people from all over the country.
came to the Northeast to develop, and spent heavily to hire many foreigners to plan the construction of the Northeast. For example, Changchun is the most developed city in the Northeast, and when planning cities, the template was big cities like Paris. During the Republic of China, Changchun served as the Northeast economy
center. It's a pity that the devils are now at their advantage.
Most people on the street were in a hurry, and the weather had changed a bit, so Zhou Weiguo just found a hotel nearby and shared a double room with Liu Zhihui.
After paying the money and taking the keys, the two of them carried their luggage upstairs.
As Zhou Weiguo went upstairs, he looked around. The hotel was not too small, with three floors. The environment was not bad. The boss just now didn't seem to be a treacherous person.
"202, this is it." Liu Zhihui took the key, put down his luggage, and opened the door to the room. A smell hit his face, and he frowned slightly, but it was not too serious.
"Let's go in." Zhou Weiguo took the lead and walked in. The room was not big, with two single beds and white sheets. There was a window with the curtains on both sides open. There was a small table with a teapot and teacups on it, a bedside table, and furnishings.
Rather simple.
Zhou Weiguo touched the top of the small table with his fingers, "It's quite clean, there's no dust."
Then, I groped under the table and found no eavesdropping equipment.
Liu Zhihui, on the other hand, closed the door, put down his luggage, and began to search around the small room.
As two excellent soldiers, it only took a few minutes to determine that this was an ordinary hotel.
"Huh, you can have a good rest now." Liu Zhihui just lied down on the bed. He took the train for almost a day, arrived in Peiping, and then took the bus to Chengde. Then, he went all the way north from Chengde, put on makeup, and then arrived again.
Changchun.
It is indeed quite tiring.
Zhou Weiguo smiled, took out two cups, poured water into them and rinsed them, then filled them with tea and handed them to Liu Zhihui, "Drink."
Liu Zhihui took it and took a sip, "Brother, this Xinjing is no different from Jinan? It's just that the houses on the streets look neater, there are more greens, and there are a lot less people."
"This is the territory of the Japanese, be careful." Zhou Weiguo also took a sip of water, and then stood by the window, looking at the street. The pedestrians were indeed in a hurry, and it always felt like there was nothing important. Then, he looked into the distance
After looking around, he saw that it was a building with a European style mixed with Japanese style, and he knew that the target of his trip lived there.
The Imperial Palace of the Puppet Manchukuo State was formerly the official office of the Jilin-Heilongjiang Transportation Bureau, which managed the salt affairs of Jilin and Heilongjiang provinces during the Republic of China. With the support of Japan, Puyi became the "Manchukuo Governor" and moved here, becoming the "Manchukuo Governor".
government".
"Brother, how do you plan to sneak in to see Puyi?" Liu Zhihui asked. He had no feelings for the Qing government. After all, when he was born, the Qing Dynasty had already died. For the last emperor, it was natural to forget it.
Not much respect.
"Let's take a look first and find out if he can come out, or if he will come out. If he can't come out, then let's sneak in." Zhou Weiguo said, it is indeed quite miserable for an emperor to do this.
“Where to start?”
"Rest you, don't worry about these things. Be careful, walls have ears." Zhou Weiguo frowned. He was not willing to talk much here, even if they had ruled out that there should be no eavesdropping equipment. Before he set off, he still had to take a good look.
I have a lot of information about the three northeastern provinces, so I actually have a preliminary plan in mind on how to do it.
…
The next day, when Zhou Weiguo woke up, he looked out the window and frowned, "It's snowing."
"What, it's snowing?" Liu Zhihui was very curious. As a child from the south of the Yangtze River, he didn't see snow much throughout the year. Moreover, the snow in the south of the Yangtze River was not at the same level as the snow in the north. He hurriedly ran to
By the window, looking at the silver-white sky and earth outside the window, "Tsk, sure enough, the snow in the north is much thicker."
"Well, it's a pity that the weather is like this. Pack your things, have breakfast, and follow me out." Zhou Weiguo curled his lips. Seeing the snow, he could still think of something, but he was in a dangerous zone now, so he still had to go out.
cautious.
"Great!" Liu Zhihui nodded, and then followed Zhou Weiguo to start packing up.
After leaving the room, closing the door and taking the key, Liu Zhihui followed Zhou Weiguo.
"Boss, is breakfast provided here?" Zhou Weiguo looked at the shopkeeper, who was sweeping the snow in front of the door.
