What the two of them presented were actually New Army military IDs, but the foreign policeman was just pretending. In fact, he didn't know Chinese. Otherwise, the identities of Song Xiaoniu and Gu Zhunian would be really troublesome.

Damn it, take a look around the concession, it's still in your own country, it's so troublesome, you need to use foreign police to investigate.

Is this a concession open to the outside world?

Gu Zhunian was muttering in his heart.

The Chinese people who were still under inspection looked at the foreign policemen carrying guns and batons. After all, no one dared to question them and they just lay down on the wall.

Even though Gu Zhunian has walked far away, he still can't forget the scene of the Chinese people lying on the wall. He can't help but look back and clenches his hands in anger.

The two of them were a little disappointed by the scene just now.

They wandered around the concession carelessly for a while, just looking at the sights, and not planning to buy any foreign gadgets to take home. They felt bored and decided to take a detour and return to the inn to sleep.

You may not be able to sleep in a stuffy cabin at night.

There seems to be a newly opened school in front, a church-type school opened by foreigners. Apart from the children of local dignitaries and wealthy businessmen, most of the people here are foreign children with yellow hair.

Wearing noble clothes, they were bidding farewell to the tall-nosed foreign teacher and walking out of the classroom.

Waiting outside the school gate were many servants with yellow skin and braids on the back of their heads.

After receiving the foreign children, the servant stepped onto the road to park the rickshaws lined up. The driver fiddled with the bell, making a "ding-dong..." sound, and gradually started to start.

They continued walking along the road until a not-so-wide river suddenly appeared in front of them, and Song Xiaoniu and the others stopped.

This river is probably the inner city river of Wuhu.

Standing by the river in the inner city, looking back on the road they had walked, the two of them felt more and more heavy, as if they had walked through two worlds, or in other words, they had just gone from heaven to hell.

The few dozen meters between the river and the river are like a knife, completely cutting through the chaos, shabby, and dirty outside the concession.

People inside can't come out, and people outside can't get in at all.

At this end of the river outside the concession is a long, low shantytown, with no end visible to the left and no end to the right, forming a sharp contrast with the Western buildings opposite.

Fragmented broken tiles, doors like wooden railings, and even a decent window were extremely rare. The dark house had no light.

Walking along the river embankment, I saw the muddy ground after the snow melted. Slowly, my shoes were covered with slush. I shook it hard a few times before throwing the mud into the river.

Both brothers felt as if they were back in their hometown again.

It was this move that aroused the cheers of the little beggars nearby. They probably rarely saw people who wanted to throw the dirt from their feet into the river.

The two of them walked forward tiptoe, carefully avoiding every pit and patch of mud, and moved forward slowly.

Could it be that I can't go back from here and I'm a little lost?

A group of beggar-like children were following behind, stepping on the mud and puddles without any scruples. They followed all the way, and gradually their bodies were covered with mud and water.

Song Xiaoniu suddenly turned back and looked at the children pretending to be fierce, trying to scare them away.

The little beggars immediately stopped. Seeing Song Xiaoniu's ferocious face, the timid ones started to run back, but some of them were still standing in the muddy water, with their heads lowered and helpless.

Looking at these little beggars, Song Xiaoniu seemed to think of himself more than ten years ago. He shook his head helplessly, immediately changed to a kind face, and asked with a smile:

"Why are you following me?"

The little beggars looked at each other, their heads lowered and silent, and their hands restlessly grasped their trouser legs.

Without saying anything, Song Xiaoniu could only shake his head, shout out New Year's Eve, and continue walking along the embankment.

A few of the group of little beggars dispersed, but there were still five following them from a distance, their eyes fixed on the two of them.

At this time, the sun was rising overhead, and it was already noon. After wandering around all morning, I was hungry and thirsty.

The key thing is to ask, how to return to the Embarcadero Terminal?

"New Year's Eve, let's find a place to rest, eat something, and ask for directions." Song Xiaoniu stopped and said.

"Okay big brother."

After Gu Zhunian responded, he strode up to the height of the river embankment and looked over, trying to find a restaurant to eat.

But strangely, they obviously didn't find a place to eat on the river bank here, so they could only walk forward and look for a restaurant.

Suddenly, Gu Zhunian thought of something. He suddenly turned his head and asked the group of beggars from afar:

"Hey, little brothers, is there any restaurant where you can eat here?"

The little beggars looked at each other again, and their eyes seemed to sparkle. One of the little beggars came up to them and boldly said:

"Everyone who comes up from the river goes to grandma's house to eat!"

"Mrs. Chen's house?" Gu Zhunian was stunned for a moment. He probably thought it was the name of a small restaurant. "Okay, can you take us there?" he asked again.

The little beggar didn't speak, he just nodded, pointed forward, and then walked in front to lead the way, with the group of companions following behind him.

Gu Zhunian got off the river embankment and came over to mutter a few words to Song Xiaoniu, while the two of them followed closely.

Turning around from the river embankment, we came to a dark and damp alley. The melted snow water fell down along the tiles, splashing on the ground and causing splashes of water.

These five little beggars had no scruples. They rushed forward in familiar ways, shouting loudly:

"Grandma, grandma, we have guests coming for noodles..."

Song Xiaoniu and the others covered their heads with both hands and walked for a short distance. They saw a large stove at the door of a house in front of them, with a large steaming iron pot on it and a rag hanging high on a bamboo pole.

The cover has the words "Grandma's Noodle House" written on it.

Wow, it turns out to be a small noodle shop.

At this time, a kind-faced old lady came out of the store and warmly welcomed Song Xiaoniu and Gu Zhunian into the house.

There was a small and dilapidated room with only two square wooden tables in it. Danian knew that his eldest brother was cute and clean now, so he sat down and rubbed his butt back and forth on the bench a few times to clean it.

When he arrived at a place like this, Song Xiaoniu was not so particular. Seeing that Gu Zhunian was stupidly preparing to wipe the table with his cotton-padded sleeves, he stretched out his hand and pinched it, frowning and said angrily:

"Okay, New Year's Eve, don't wipe it again. It's hard to wash this cotton-padded jacket if it's dirty."

After saying that, he sat down directly and asked the old lady:

"Grandma, what kind of noodles do you have here?"

"We have mutton, chicken, and pork offal. What does the guest want?"

Song Xiaoniu thought for a moment and said, "Let's have two bowls of mutton noodles."
Chapter completed!