Li Jin was silent for a while, remembering the time when he was chased and beaten by Xu Qingfeng when he was buying cigarettes. For a moment, he felt a dull pain in his arm again.
If he were buying cigarettes this time, he would probably be ruined by Xu Qingfeng. Thinking of this, Li Jin raised his hand and slapped Zhao Xiaowu on the head.
"Smoking cigarettes every day, there are not many dry cigarettes," Li Jin scolded.
"If you don't want to buy it, you won't buy it. Why are you beating someone?" Zhao Xiaowu rubbed his head with a look of grievance.
"Okay, okay, I'll buy you a pack when the time comes and hide it when you go back so that no one else finds it." Li Jin said.
"Hey, thank you, platoon leader" Zhao Xiaowu immediately became happy.
At around 1 p.m., the two of them arrived outside Guyuan County. After being searched by the Japanese, they successfully entered Guyuan County.
"Guyuan County has more Japanese than Changyuan County, and it is also much more prosperous than Changyuan County." Zhao Xiaowu said while looking at the shops on both sides of the street.
This is his first time coming to Guyuan County.
"Guyuan County has a larger population than Changyuan County, so it is normal for it to be prosperous. If the Japanese hadn't come, it would have been even more prosperous." Li Jin said.
Guyuan County has a population of 70,000 to 80,000 people, while Changyuan County only has a population of 30,000 to 40,000 people. They are not at the same level at all, and the level of prosperity is naturally one level lower.
If it had not been occupied by the Japanese and many people had left the county, it would have been even more prosperous.
Li Jin took Zhao Xiaowu and continued walking towards the West District.
At the same time, at the entrance of an alley in the West District, a thin young man wearing simple clothes and several patches on his shirt was selling cigarettes. His name was Cui Ming.
A box filled with packs of cigarettes hung open around Cui Ming’s neck.
"Brother, do you want to buy cigarettes?"
"Boss, do you want to buy cigarettes?"
Cui Ming asked passers-by one by one, his tone was very good, but it was a pity that there were no People pay for cigarettes, but Cui Ming is not discouraged. After all, not everyone can afford cigarettes.
But at this moment, a Japanese soldier walked towards Cui Ming.
Cui Ming subconsciously wanted to walk away, but the Japanese stopped him.
The Japanese soldier reached out and took two packs of cigarettes.
"Taijun, two packs of cigarettes cost a total of 12 cents." Cui Ming said with a smile.
"Baga" the Japanese soldier cursed, pushed Cui Ming to the ground, and then left.
Cui Ming was pushed and sat on the ground. Several packs of cigarettes fell out of the box. He quickly picked them up, then closed the box, slung it across his waist, stood up and walked toward Chase after the Japanese.
If he couldn't get the money back, his work for the past half month would have been in vain. Thinking of this, Cui Ming quickened his pace and stopped the Japanese soldier.
"Taijun, please do a good job, it's only one cent and two cents, just give it to me." Cui Ming begged.
The Japanese who was stopped again was obviously angry. He raised his foot and kicked Cui Ming in the chest.Kicked Cui Ming directly to the ground.
This sudden scene also attracted the attention of the people on the street.
Cui Ming lay on the ground, clutching his chest, with a painful expression and painful moans from his mouth.
But the Japanese soldiers had no intention of letting him go. They immediately stepped forward, grabbed Cui Ming's messy hair, and slammed him against the steps aside.
With this collision, Cui Ming was knocked unconscious, a cut appeared on his forehead, and a stream of blood flowed out for a while.
Seeing this, the Japanese soldiers stood up.
"Ha tui." He spat on Cui Ming, then clapped his hands with satisfaction and left.
He left in a swaggering manner, but no one dared to stop him or even look him in the eye.
As soon as the Japanese soldiers left, Cui Ming was immediately surrounded by people watching the excitement.
"This young man is ignorant. If the Japanese take your cigarettes, they will take your cigarettes. How dare you ask the Japanese for money."
"That's right, you can mess with this Japanese." You deserve to be beaten like this?"
"People nowadays want money rather than their lives."
"No one will give him a gift." Go see the doctor?"
Many people pointed at the unconscious Cui Ming, but no one came forward to help.
In fact, it’s no wonder that they are in this turbulent era. If you don’t cause trouble for your family, you are caring for the family. Who dares to meddle in other people’s business.
It would have been nice not to have taken away the cigarette from the boy while he was unconscious.
But at this moment, a little boy of eight or nine years old squeezed into the crowd. Like Cui Ming, he also had a box slung across his body and was also selling cigarettes.
"Brother Ming" The little boy recognized Cui Ming at a glance. He quickly ran forward, squatted down, and turned Cui Ming over.
"Brother Ming, what's wrong with you? Wake up." The little boy patted Cui Ming's face, his face full of panic, but Cui Ming couldn't wake him up no matter how he screamed.
"Send him to the doctor quickly. If you send him too late, he will die." Someone in the crowd reminded.
"Yes, Brother Ming, support me and take you to see the doctor." The little boy finally realized what he was doing. He put the box hanging around Cui Ming's neck on his body, and then tried to carry it on his back. Cui Ming.
But he was too thin and couldn't carry Cui Ming on his back. As soon as he wanted to get up, he was pushed to the ground. He tried twice more, but still couldn't carry Cui Ming.
As a last resort, the little boy looked at the onlookers around him.
"Do you a favor, help me send him to see a doctor." The little boy's voice was pleading, and his eyes were full of helplessness.
Seeing that everyone was indifferent, the little boy knelt down and kowtowed to everyone.
“Please, please, I’m kowtowing to you, I’m kowtowing to you.” The little boy’s voice was filled with tears, and tears were rolling in his eyes. He kept kowtowing to the people around him. , but no one came to help.
There was pity in their eyes, but they turned around and left, unable to help., and no one dared to help, and no one dared to meddle in other people’s business.
When everyone dispersed, the little boy was heartbroken.
"Why don't you help me? I'm not asking you to give me money, I'm just giving you a gift and you won't lose a piece of meat."
He didn't understand why this happened, but Sending people away won't affect their interests, so why doesn't anyone help?
"Stop crying, I'll help you. Where is the drug store?" But at this moment, a voice rang in my ears. .
Hearing this, the little boy quickly looked up and saw that it was Li Jin. He picked up the boy, followed by Zhao Xiaowu.
"Brother, it's you." The little boy recognized Li Jin, the man who bought him a box of cigarettes for three dollars.
"Hurry up and lead the way, otherwise I have to leave." Li Jin urged.
"Okay, okay," the little boy wiped his tears and quickly stood up to lead the way. He walked very fast, fearing that something might happen to Cui Ming.
"Right in front, right in front." The little boy pointed forward and walked quickly.
Not long after, a 100-yuan drug store appeared in Li Jin’s eyes, and he walked directly into the drug store with the boy in his arms.
"Doctor, come and save people." The little boy shouted.
An old Chinese medicine doctor in the medicine shop stood up quickly after seeing it.
"Quick, come inside." The old Chinese medicine doctor opened the curtain next to him and asked Li Jin to carry the person into the room and put him down on the bed. Please remember to collect it, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft