Jiang Li was talking to the two of them with a smile on his face, but his heart felt like it was stirring up a storm.
Is there any mistake? Although Huang Feihong and Ye Wen are both from Foshan, their times are decades apart. But now, looking at the two people who are about thirty years old, Jiang Li doesn't know what to do.
What can I say?
The chaotic late Qing Dynasty was indeed chaotic enough. People from different eras even appeared together. Perhaps this is a merged world?...
In his memory, the previous experiences of the three people were clearly present. Jiang Li absorbed these memories with just a slight turn, so there was no barrier between him and the two of them.
Speaking of which, in this weird world, Huang Feihong seems to be only thirty years old, Ip Man is even younger, only twenty-eight years old, and Jiang Li is twenty-five years old this year, there is not much difference.
Moreover, the elders of the three families are good friends, so the three of them can be considered good friends since childhood.
At this point, Jiang Li felt faintly relieved. With such two people who could be called martial arts masters here, it seemed that his life could be saved.
"Ali, I'm very sorry. We didn't expect uncle and the others to..."
After getting on the carriage going home, Huang Feihong said apologetically to Jiang Li, with a look of shame on his face.
Their good brother went abroad to study, and his parents were assassinated, but they didn't even know about it, and even now the murderer has not been found, which made Huang Feihong and Ip Man feel extremely guilty.
"You don't have to be like this. No one can say anything about this kind of thing." Jiang Li had a hint of bitterness on his face and shook his head at the two of them.
In the letter from Foshan, the old housekeeper of the Jiang family had told Jiang Li that his parents were killed with a gun.
Today, muskets are everywhere in the streets, and there are many people using them. Even if Huang Feihong and Ip Man try their best, it is impossible to find the murderer.
This is the cruelty of the late Qing Dynasty, where human life is not valuable at all.
"Ah Li, don't worry, we will definitely find the murderer and avenge my uncle and aunt." Ye Wen patted Jiang Li on the shoulder and said in a strong voice.
"Yeah." Jiang Li took a deep breath and lowered his head slightly.
Revenge is of course necessary, but only if it does not endanger his own life. Although he has now taken over the identity of the original owner, he will not risk his life just because of it.
Nowadays, various forces in Foshan are entangled. The Qing government and the garrisons of Britain, France, the United States and other countries, and the concessions are a mess. In this environment, even if you are walking on the road, you may be shot by someone from a certain country.
Death, even worse, cannot even be held accountable.
Because they are foreigners.
In today's China, the Chinese are nothing, and neither is the Qing government. Only foreigners, these outsiders, have become the real masters of this huge country.
The Qing government was just a tool they used to rule and exploit China. If they disobeyed, they could be replaced at any time.
In this way, those rulers would like to kneel down and call their slaves, so how could they resist?
But the people who are really suffering are ordinary people like them.
The Jiang family has been standing in Foshan for hundreds of years. It is considered a wealthy family, whether big or small. Just like this, his parents were still assassinated?
"Huh..." Following the driver's long cry, the rickety carriage suddenly stopped.
"Master, we're here."
Jiang Li raised his head, looked at each other and Huang Feihong, and walked out first.
Jiang Mansion.
The kind of wealthy compound that could only be seen in TV dramas appeared in Jiang Li's eyes. Even though he had learned about it from his memory and now saw it with his own eyes, he still couldn't help but be amazed.
In modern times, the starting price for such a large house would be at least 100 million.
However, the plaque of this house is now surrounded by a circle of white cloth.
"Master, you are finally back." Outside the gate of Jiang Mansion, a thin man saw Jiang Li and trotted over to meet him.
Ah Fu, my attendant since childhood.
Jiang Li handed him the suitcase in his hand without saying anything. He looked at the tall and spacious house and sighed quietly.
"A Li, go in." Huang Feihong patted Jiang Li on the shoulder.
"Yes." Jiang Li nodded, with a sad look on his face, and walked inside. He didn't realize it when he came here, but now that he is standing here, all the past memories can't stop pouring out.
Unknowingly, Jiang Li felt melancholy for no reason.
"Master, Master, please enjoy your meal."
As he was walking, a ragged beggar suddenly ran up to Jiang Li. He had shaggy hair, a cane in his left hand, and a half-rotten broken bowl in his right hand. His dark face was covered with dirt, and he was far away from him.
Two meters away, Jiang Li could feel a strong stench coming to his nostrils.
That "refreshing feeling" made him very glad that he didn't finish the bowl of chicken soup when he chose to travel through time.
Beside him, even Huang Feihong and Ip Man waved their hands. Although they did not show disgust, they could not help but take two steps back.
"Stop, stop, stop..." Ah Fu, who was beside him, suppressed the nausea in his heart and stepped forward to block the old beggar.
"Are you looking for the wrong place? If you want food, go to the restaurant. Come on, hurry up."
"Hey, little brother, it's just a mouthful of food. Old beggar, I haven't eaten for a few days. My stomach feels flat and uncomfortable. Master, please do me a favor and reward the old beggar with a mouthful of food." The old beggar looked very skinny.
Despite Fu's pushing, he didn't move at all, just looking at Jiang Li.
The argument here attracted all the beggars who were watching indifferently, and they looked at Jiang Li closely, almost squeezing over.
"Oh, I said you..." Ah Fu was about to forcefully pull him away when Jiang Li spoke.
"Afu, it's ready."
He originally had the intention to reprimand these beggars. Why can't those who have hands and feet just make a living?
But in the blink of an eye, he remembered that this was not modern times, but the late Qing Dynasty, when people were eating people without blinking an eye. How could there be so many jobs for them to make ends meet now?
"Oh, forget it." Jiang Li shook his head, took out a ten-tael silver note from his arms, and handed it to Ah Fu.
"Let people buy some food and share it with them."
"Master, this is... okay." Ah Fu took the banknote, glared angrily at the beggars around him, especially the old beggar who took the lead, and walked out.
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."
The beggars around him immediately thanked Jiang Li profusely.
Jiang Li doesn't have much interest in talking nonsense here. There are still things waiting for him to deal with in Jiang Mansion, so he doesn't have so much time to waste here.
Immediately, Jiang Li and Huang Feihong walked into Jiang Mansion.
"Hey, what a seedling, what a seedling." After the three people walked over, the old beggar stared at Jiang Li's back with bright eyes. His expression was like a flower picker who saw a peerless beauty and wanted to pounce on her.
"Such aptitude is more than ten times more powerful than the one the old beggar encountered in Shanghai. This time, it's not in vain."
Maybe Jiang Li himself couldn't imagine the real power of being reborn.
