On both sides of the monument, there is a cast iron candlestick about one meter high, with a white marble candle holder on it. The candle wick looks like a steel pipe, probably filled with gas and spraying flames. Qiu Qiu said that this pair of candles has been around since 1900.
After the monument was built, it has never been extinguished.
The flames on the "white candle" danced like a vigil for the fallen Jiangbei land day and night.
On both sides of the white marble candlestick, two tall honor guards stood with guns in their hands. They watched the tourists coming and going in front of them, but they remained fixed and motionless.
In front of the granite platform of the monument, there are piles of flowers, either individually or in bunches. Not far away squats an old woman selling flowers. From time to time, visitors buy flowers and place them silently in front of the platform.
Xiang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but admire: The Monument to the Unknown Heroes in the Red Square of the Soviet Union in later generations was nothing more than this! He couldn't suppress his excitement, so he went over to buy a flower for five cents and placed it respectfully in front of the stage.
When I lowered my head, I saw a wallet on the ground.
Xiang Xiaoqiang raised his head and looked around quickly. The people around him were still bustling, and no one paid attention to them. As for the two honor guards, they always looked intently, like sculptures. Not to mention there was a wallet on the ground, but there was a cobra on the ground, maybe
He won't even roll his eyes.
The wallet is bulging, as if it contains a lot. Now he is short of money. Should he choose it or not? If he encounters such a "good thing" in the downtown area in later generations, he will definitely not pay attention to it. The problem is that nowadays, people seem to be
It's relatively simple, so it's not a trap, right?
Xiang Xiaoqiang, who came from a time when the world was full of liars, glanced around with his "eagle-like eyes" and clearly felt that someone was staring at him. He glanced quickly and saw on a stone bench ten meters away, under a peaked cap.
, with a roe-headed and rat-eyed face wearing sunglasses, quickly avoided his gaze and pretended to lower his head to read the newspaper as if nothing had happened.
It belongs to his uncle. This grandson is still a little young.
Okay, that's it. Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled secretly in his heart, turned around and left.
Gou Shun glanced out from above his sunglasses, the hand holding the newspaper began to shake, and his teeth clenched.
There were 500 Mingyang in this wallet. What he originally thought was that it would be easiest for him to pick it up and make money himself.
Pretending to be a grateful owner, he asked him to accept half of the money as a thank you gift. As an uncle's money for picking up girls, 250 Mingyang was a lot. But he didn't expect that they wouldn't even pick it up.
"Our uncle is either as smart as a monkey, or as stupid as a pig."
Gou Shun cursed and put down the newspaper. When they were farther away, he immediately rushed over, picked up the wallet and packed it, and then began to observe the two of them to judge the route they would take next time.
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On the other side of the Yangtze River is the office building of the Qing Army's Pukou Headquarters.
There was a lot of noise in the large chief's office on the second floor, as if he was commanding a big battle.
There are several new desks set up here, and a phone is connected to each desk. Figures in military uniforms come and go, all at a trot. The phone rings one after another. As soon as every phone ring rings, there is someone immediately.
He grabbed it with one hand and asked eagerly to the other end. The old mechanical wooden clock on the wall was fully wound, "clicking, clicking", allowing people to clearly hear every second of movement. The whole room was full of busy people.
Ignoring wiping sweat, I would look up from time to time.
In short, the inefficiency that was overcrowded last night has now been wiped away.
The old man Nima Shan's eyes were red. He was sitting on the big leather chair behind the desk, banging the pencil on the table with his hands, gritting his teeth and staring at the trembling subordinates in the room. From time to time, he would turn his head in fear and cry out in fear.
Glancing at the closed door of the inner office.
There were twelve mahjong tiles standing on the table in front of the old man. Every once in a while, an officer would receive a certain call and run over to report to him. The old man would nod with some satisfaction, breathe a sigh of relief, and stretch out his hand to pull the tiles.
Get a mahjong tile.
Now ten mahjong tiles have been knocked down, and only two are still standing.
"Ding----"
This time it was the phone on his desk that rang harshly.
"Huh?" Nima Shan stared at the phone, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.
"Hello?" He picked up the phone.
…
"Ah, ah, yes, yes..." Nima Shan stood up with a look of fear on his face, "Yes, that's right, it's the lower official, the lower official Nima Shan..."
The room suddenly fell silent, and everyone stopped to look at him, guessing the big shot on the other end of the phone.
"Uh-huh, yes, yes," Nima waved her good hand at everyone twice, asking them to work quickly. She lowered her voice and said respectfully, "Here, here,...resting...yes...
…”
He put down the receiver, quietly walked to the door of the inner office, straightened his collar, straightened his hat, cleared his throat, and knocked twice on the door. A few seconds later, he knocked twice more.
"Well……"
There was a faint sound of someone sleeping on the other side of the door.
"Gege, Gege, I'm disturbing you," Nima Shan said carefully in a low voice, leaning against the door, "I have your phone number...it's from Beijing."
A simple camp bed was set up in the back room. Fourteeners sat up in their clothes and touched their foreheads. Then they straightened their clothes neatly and glanced at Xiaolin Wuyue, who was huddled on the sofa and sleeping soundly.
With a smile, he opened the door and went out.
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"My slave, I would like to pay my respects to Princess..."
A respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Oh, it's General Manager Zhang, haha," Fourteen Gege smiled politely, but her chest jumped and her brows slowly wrinkled, "Thank you, General Manager, I'm worried... How are you, Your Majesty?"
"Well, Your Majesty."
…
Although with the progress of the times and successive reforms, there have been no eunuchs in the Ming Palace for a long time, and the Qing Palace has no longer recruited new eunuchs since the Xuantong Dynasty. However, there are still many old eunuchs who stayed in the Qing Palace with high status and qualifications.
Lao. The "General Manager Zhang" on the other end of the phone is a figure whose status is similar to that of An Dehai and Li Lianying in the past. It can be said that even a clan like the Fourteenth Gege has real power, so you have to be polite when talking to him.
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"Well, I have written it down... The emperor also asked: 'How many people are there in the pseudo-Ming submarines?'"
"I'd like to ask the steward to report this on my behalf," Shi Shigege said in a very respectful and patient tone, "The number of fake crew members is twelve."
"Well, I have taken note of this... The emperor also asked: 'Did anyone escape on the fake Ming boat?'"
Shi Shigege's face changed slightly. She didn't know if the emperor asked this casually or if there was some article. Ordinarily, she flew over at night after receiving the report from Pukou last night, and she didn't tell anyone, let alone report it.
The emperor has come. But now the emperor not only knows about this, but also sounds like there is something in his words.
Although the current emperor Aixinjueluo-Yuchou and she are from different clans in the clan, they are of the same generation, several years younger than her, and can be regarded as her cousins. Yuchou is the sixth eldest, and he competed with the third eldest for the position a few years ago.
, Shi Shigege's father strongly supported him. Later Lao Liu ascended the throne and was named Jiade. From then on, his father became more powerful, and she was also recruited back from Japan to take charge of the stick office.
The young emperor had only been on the throne for a few years, so he still had a lot of trust in her cousin.
But how much does this little kid know? Fourteen Gege's chest was beating a small drum. She didn't intend to hide this matter deliberately, but now the twelve prisoners have escaped cleanly, and a great achievement has become a great mistake. It is time to deal with it.
It will be difficult. At least until it is completely dealt with.
Shi Shigege looked at the twelve mahjong tiles on the table and ten of them had been laid down. She glanced at Nima Shan again and got a look of affirmation. She was determined and said with a smile:
"I'd like to ask the supervisor to report it on my behalf. There's no one who has escaped. ... Well, also, we can escort them all back to Beijing tomorrow."
"Well, I have remembered it. The emperor also asked..."