Chapter 3 Hailan Bauble

This ghost weather seems to be able to freeze people's ears, and the white and misty breath that exhaled seemed to form small ice chips in an instant.

Walking on the streets of Hailan Basou, stepping on thick snow, Ye Zhao dressed in casual clothes, his thick hat clasped his ears, and his blue cloth robe and cotton jacket were like a businessman from the Guan area. Behind him, Bakesh and Suna were both dressed in the same outfit.

This is a big town with thousands of residents. Walking in the town, Ye Zhao felt heavy in his heart. Decades later, more than 10,000 Chinese were killed by the Rakshasa people. All the Chinese in Hailanpao were driven out of the town, and all the shops and property were "requisitioned" by the Rakshasa government. In fact, it was an official robbery. All Chinese residents were driven to the Heilongjiang River, either stabbed to death by bayonets or drove to the river to drown.

Some Russian participants wrote in their notes, "When they arrived at Upper Blagoveshensk, the sky in the east was red, making the Heilongjiang water flow like blood.... The Russian army holding bayonets surrounded the crowds,...there were airlifts on the other side of the river bank, constantly compressing the encirclement. The officers waved their swords and shouted wildly: "Those who do not listen to the orders, shoot them immediately!"...The crowd began to be crushed into the turbid current of Heilongjiang like an avalanche. The crowd screamed like crazy, and the sound shook the blue sky. Some wanted to force the crowd away and drill out of the net; some trampled on the squeezed women and babies, trying to escape. These people were either slapped into the air by the horse hooves of the cavalry, or were stabbed to the ground by the bayonets of the cavalry. Then, the Russian soldiers shot together. The shouts, crying, gunshots, and curses mixed together. The miserable feeling was indescribable, and it was simply a scene of hell.

"The work of cleaning the scene began immediately after a bloody massacre... The mountain of 'corpses' were mostly living people with an unscathed breath, splashing all over their bodies and brains, and blood and flesh were messy... Whether they were dead or alive, they were thrown into the river... After cleaning, the half-dead people floated in the water of Heilongjiang River like rafts. The remaining large pools of blood on the river bank were only scattered discarded shoes, hats and bags. Even these relics were ravaged to the point of being completely invisible."

The Hailanpao tragedy occurred in 1900. Under the command of the government, the violent and barbaric people of the Rakshasa people can only be described as horrifying.

Is this kind of tragedy going to happen again?

I am now powerless to prevent the Rakshasa people from expanding eastward, but at least I have to make some changes.

"Master, there is a teahouse, go and warm up?" Baksh pointed to the cloth banner not far away and said, "It's cold, don't freeze your master."

Ye Zhao nodded slightly. In fact, if there was no bloody battle between the Rakshasa people and the Rakshasa people, not many people now understand the concept of national borders. When the Rakshasa warships were cruising in the Heilongjiang River, many residents in this area were just curious and waited and watched. In Jiangbei, the Rakshasa people have been killing our border people, killing people and setting fires, and are called "dirty life-eating fantasy".

When I opened the thick cotton curtain, a stream of heat and noise came to me. The teahouse was not big, and several tea tables were all sitting in the air, and they were in full swing.

"Three masters, please come here, please come here." The guy was dressed very thickly and blushed, which was the flushing complexion that people who have lived in the snow for a long time.

When I arrived at a tea table near the east wall, there was a middle-aged man with a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and a melon-breasted hood. The guy seemed to be very familiar with him and laughed: "San Master, are you crowding? This is really nowhere, so let me beg you..." He gave a cheering ceremony.

The vulgar man known as the Third Master smiled and showed his black teeth, "I knew I was bullying me." He glanced at Ye Zhao and the other two and looked at him.

The guy smiled and asked Ye Zhao and the other two to sit down, but whispered in Ye Zhao's ear: "Master, you are here to do business, so don't believe others' words, especially the Master Zhao San opposite you."

Ye Zhao smiled slightly. The guy was enthusiastic and kind-hearted, so he said to Bakshnut, "Look at the reward." Baksh hurriedly grabbed a handful of copper coins from his arms and stuffed them to the guy, saying, "My master has a reward."

The guy said in panic: "This, how can I say it? There are too many of them!"

When Mr. Zhao, who was opposite, saw this scene, his eyes lit up and scolded the guy: "If you ask you to accept it, just accept it. It's a big deal!"

The shopkeeper behind the counter also shouted: "Desheng, thank you, why don't you?" He bowed to Ye Zhao again: "Customer, it seems that my shop is a distinguished guest. Please rest, I will give you a pot of good tea!"

Other customers in the store also saw that the teahouse was also a place where fur mountain merchants traded. There were two tables of customers who were bargaining for a few marten furs. The old customer who came to pick the goods looked smart, and the hunters who sold marten fur were not stupid. It seemed that the price given by the old customer was low. He stood up and wanted to leave. The old customer hurriedly smiled and pulled the hunters to sit down.

Ye Zhao rubbed his hands and breathed. If you want to say that Ye Zhao now knows that he has a very good physique. Even if he runs for dozens of kilometers, he will not breathe heavily. But he just can't bear the hardship. This cold and cold day is really annoying.

Zhao San glanced at Ye Zhao and suddenly smiled and said, "Brother, come and get the goods. Do you look at me if I have good things?"

Ye Zhao knew that this guy was not a good bird, but wanted to see what trick he played, and smiled and said, "What good thing? Take it out and I'll take a look."

It happened that the guy came over with a teapot. Seeing this, he secretly touched Ye Zhao's legs underneath. Ye Zhao smiled at him.

But Zhao San was so smart, and the guy could not hide his little movements from him. He suddenly glared and cursed: "Damn Desheng, isn't you giving you a face? A gentleman is still constantly making money. What is it? You are just doing business and you are doing bad things for me! Damn, you must let you go today!" As he said that, he stood up, and with a "defying", the dagger in his hand was inserted on the tea table.

Seeing that something was wrong, the shopkeeper hurriedly ran out from behind the counter and repeatedly advised: "Third Master and Third Master, the child is ignorant, you can take care of it, and today the tea money is mine!" He turned around and scolded Desheng: "You kid can't help but be chasing? Why don't you go to the backyard to see the boiling water?"

Zhao San refused to give in and cursed: "Damn, do you send me money to this pot of tea? Old Li, can you speak human words?"

The shopkeeper slapped himself in the face and smiled and said, "Look at me, I'm so confused. Third Master, you are the master of the world. Don't beg for us, a little person who has never opened his eyes."

Zhao San stared at Triangle Eye and wanted to say something, Ye Zhao smiled and said, "Third Master, let's see your baby, look at me, forget it today."

Zhao San then sat down cursingly, then took out a small blue cloth bag from his arms and carefully untied it. There was another yellow cloth bag inside, untied it again, revealing a small square box and a special phosphorus sheet.

Bakesh and Suna laughed at each other when they saw it, "foreign fire", why do you think? They were following Ye Zhao, but they had seen all kinds of strange things.

Ye Zhao remained silent and smiled and said, "What is this?"

Zhao San showed off his tricks and took out a match stick from the matchbox and smiled, "Brother, I'll make a trick for you!" As he said that, he stroked the scales hard, and with a bang, the match stick ignited.

Zhao San shook the burning fire ball in front of Ye Zhao's eyes and smiled proudly, "Brother, how about it? Is this a good thing?"

Before Ye Zhao could speak, he saw someone on the next table spitting on the ground, "The things about Rakshasa ghosts are rare!"

Zhao San didn't think it was slap, and he laughed and said, "If you want it, you have to sell it to you. Besides, do you understand? They call it Russia! The country is bigger and you can't get through the end of your life from south to north. The Qing Dynasty is just a big deal! If you want me, we are also Russians sooner or later. Don't look at the group training, we'll be beaten and urinate away!"

The man next to the table stood up. He was an old man who was nearly 60 years old. His face turned red with anger and cursed: "I'll beat you to death, something without ancestors!" The old man's family was killed by the Rakshasa people, and they hated the Rakshasa people to the core.

"Bang" Zhao San pushed the old man a little, and the guests next to him looked angry. Zhao San pointed at the audience and said, "Tell you, be honest with me, otherwise the Russian Lord will take care of the matter tomorrow, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Both Bakesh and Suna looked at Ye Zhao, and were about to act, but were stopped by Ye Zhao's eyes.

Zhao Sanzhi sat down arrogantly, looked at Ye Zhao, and changed to Fu's smile: "Brother, we two are getting along, we are a friend. How much do you want this divine fire box cost one or two silver?" He said: "We are exclusive business and can't buy it anywhere else."

Ye Zhao smiled and said, "It seems that the third brother has a friendship with the adults in Russia?"

Zhao San laughed and said, "Naturally, otherwise why would we say that we are an exclusive deal?"

At this time, the thick cotton curtain was suddenly lifted up, and the cold wind blew in with the woman's crying, "Girl, where are you?" A young woman walked into the outside, with her cotton jacket and cotton pants, and her hair was radiant, but she looked a little pretty, but what was surprising was that her cotton jacket was half open and she was wearing nothing inside, but she exposed a pair of snow-white breasts, tall and firm, and trembling slightly in the cold wind.

"Oh! Sister Rong, why are you here? Hurry up, put on your clothes quickly." The shopkeeper sighed and hurried over.

Zhao Sanjiao's eyes had long been staring at the pair of snow-white and obscene faces. They were blocked by the shopkeeper's back, but they stood up and came over.

Ye Zhao asked Desheng, who took the opportunity to pour tea, in confusion, "Who is this woman? What's going on?"

Desheng looked a little sad and angry, "This is the cousin of my shopkeeper. He married into the Ma Jiatun Brother Ma's house. But last month, the Rakshasa ghost killed Ma's family and killed all of Ma's family. Their girl is only five years old. I have seen her, she is smart and no one doesn't like it. Yes, but these Rakshasa ghosts who are not humans cut the girl into eight pieces with a knife..."

Desheng couldn't continue to say anything anymore, so he wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeves and said with tears in his eyes: "Sister-in-law Rong, Sister-in-law Rong is so crazy. In the past, she was so good-looking, and Brother Ma was so kind and loved her. We all said she was lucky."
Chapter completed!