In just three days, Yang Wei, who was born in New China and grew up under the red flag, experienced firsthand the darkness of the old society. Squatting in a corner of the street, his eyes were almost dull.

Yang Wei didn't even dare to recall the painful three days of bullying. First, he pawned his watch and prepared to make some handicrafts to make a living. After he set up a small stall, he was surrounded by the so-called Qinggang brothers who enthusiastically asked him about his health and well-being. All his property was handed over to the "regulator"

fee".

Looking at the prosperous Shanghai, which is ten miles away, Yang Wei realized that knowing English was nothing these days. A foreign bank manager who could speak English, French, Japanese, and Russian told him that English, French, German, and American

, Japanese, Russian, Italian, and Austrian languages ​​are the basic standard, and more than 20 major domestic dialects are indispensable.

After failing to start a business and being blocked from finding a job, Yang Wei, who was penniless and hungry, had to lower his standards and apply for a job as a handyman, but the shopkeeper kicked him out as soon as he heard that he didn't even have a guarantor.

Setting up a stall requires a pier, and working as a waiter requires someone to provide insurance, and Yang Wei's proud Grade 8 English was nothing more than bullshit in Shanghai in the 1920s. I really don't know whether the times have progressed or not.

Regressed? Tempered Blood Mountain and River 2

In desperation, Yang Wei, who was living on the street, resorted to his last resort and begged on the street. A kind lady only gave her twenty cents, but she was surrounded by a group of beggars and kicked and punched her.

Because he went begging without looking around the land or paying homage to the mountain gate, Yang Wei was taken to an ancestral hall by a group of beggars. An old beggar chewing on a chicken leg told Yang Wei "etiquette."

After the old beggar looked at Yang Wei with a critical eye, he snorted disdainfully: "Boy, do you know the rules for beginners of my Beggar Clan?"

Yang Wei, who was surrounded by a group of angry beggars, shook his head in horror. The old beggar said dissatisfied: "You juniors are becoming less and less ignorant of the rules. I think our Beggar Gang is the world's information hub. All disciples must learn from it."

Starting from the lowest disciple, collect all the

"Sex" information is summarized, areas are assigned to beg, there are prescribed tasks every day, how much change and food to ask for, merit examination is conducted once every three years for promotion, from the lowest disciple of the outer hall without bags, to the disciple of inner hall of one bag, all the way to the elder of nine bags

,You don’t know the rules and you still dare to ask for food?”

Only then did Yang Wei understand that the Beggar Clan was not just some nonsense made up by later generations of novels. It was well-organized, had a clear division of labor, and was internally united. Even if you wanted to beg for food, you had to be introduced by a guarantor, and only after passing the test could you enter the mountain hall.

The most important thing is not to accept refugees like Yang Wei who don't understand the rules and have no place of origin. After a long time, he has been so miserable that he is not qualified to be a beggar?

Therefore, from this moment on, Yang Wei was completely sluggish. He was almost omnipotent in heaven and earth, but in the Republic of China in the 1820s, he could not even make a living, and his living standard was on par with African refugees.

Looking at the rolling Huangpu River, Yang Wei swore that if he could return to modern times, the first thing he would do would be to beat to death those writers who wrote nonsense novels. He would actually believe that they would die without leaving the door.

Something written by an otaku?

For Yang Wei, not having a household registration certificate and a guarantor is like not having an ID card in future generations. He can't even buy air tickets, train tickets, and boat tickets. The key is that he is not even allowed to be a beggar. How can he be killed in the golden Shanghai?

Starve to death?

There is no end to the road. Yang Wei, who was squatting by the dock and had no intention of committing suicide, was attracted by his relatively strong body and called him over.

Wearing a brown short coat, with his arms open and a twisted scar on his face, he was dominating on the pier. When he saw Yang Wei looking so poor and destitute, he became even more arrogant, crossing his legs and digging.

He squinted his nostrils and said, "Little Chi, do you want a job?"

When Yang Wei saw that his outfit was much better than that of the porters walking around, he immediately knew that he had met his elder brother. At that time, he was so shy and empty that he could not care about anything else. He nodded hurriedly and said: "I will do it! I will do it."

Do!"

It turned out that it happened that there was a lot of cargo to be unloaded that day and there were not enough porters, so Yang Wei was "employed". He hunched over and carried sacks for a day. When he received the wages in the evening, Yang Wei's hands were shaking so much that he couldn't lift them up, and his feet were shaking.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "Look at this good-for-nothing, I'm afraid he's a little loser from the countryside."

As he spoke, the footman took away four jiao from Yang Wei's meager eight jiao hard-earned money, saying it was protection money for his gang brothers, and walked away in a swagger.

Only then did Yang Wei know that the porters on the pier were specially in charge of porters, also called porters. They took a commission from the porters' work. The money was very satisfying, but he dared not to give it to him.

After stuffing the four cents into his pocket, Yang Wei breathed a long sigh of relief, finally finding a job that could make a living.

Yang Wei, who was so hungry that his eyes turned blue, was not in a hurry to buy food. He wanted to compare the prices. The wontons were delicious but not filling. The meat buns smelled delicious, but he was short of money. In order to maintain his strength, he would carry the big bag tomorrow.

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Therefore, Yang Wei must plan to spend the four cents, and before that, Yang Wei must figure out what exactly these four cents can be used for? In other words, how much purchasing power it has.

Three steamed buns for one dime. The super purchasing power of this era made Yang Wei very happy. Sure enough, the money was still valuable as before. Based on this calculation, Yang Wei believed that life was not so difficult. As long as he lived, there was still hope. Quenching Blood Mountains and Rivers

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After wrapping six steamed buns in newspapers, Yang Wei wandered into the deep alley, trying to find a sheltered place to fill his stomach quickly. He was so hungry that he felt like he was stepping on cotton under his feet. No! Yang Wei suddenly suddenly

He paused, realizing that he had really stepped on something.

Looking through the weak light, Yang Wei was startled. A living person was lying on the ground, the clothes on his abdomen were soaked with blood. Two gangsters were running away under the street lights in front. Yang Wei looked at the appearance of one of them.

Upright.

In panic, Yang Wei also fell to the ground and bumped into an opened suitcase on the side. There was a pile of scattered clothes in it. It looked like he was being robbed.

The injured person struggled to grab Yang Wei's sleeves with his hands and said sadly: "I think I have studied hard for many years, and my parents have both passed away and have never returned to visit me. I finally finished my studies and met gangsters on the way to end up like this. I feel so sad."

Serve the country with passion!"

This wailing was sonorous, but it used up all the strength of the man. As soon as he finished speaking, the man lay motionless on the ground.

He was walking smoothly at night, but he encountered this incident. Yang Wei was unfamiliar with the place and could not afford to cause a life-threatening lawsuit. If he caused trouble, he might not be able to eat and walk around. Thinking of this, Yang Wei got up smoothly and was about to leave.

As soon as I lifted my feet, I found an English certificate under my feet.
Chapter completed!