Kong Lingyi was the first time to come to such a place.

If it weren't for Meng Shaoyuan, she would never have thought that there was such a poor place in Nanjing.

And it is also in the most prosperous Xinjiekou in Nanjing.

Isn't that also ironic?

"Miss."

Gao Fanyi said kindly: "It's too dirty here, and there are many diseases, I think it's still ......."

"Nothing." Kong Lingyi didn't care: "Section Chief Meng, how do you know about this place, how do you know the big soldiers?" ”

"The soldier's father is called Yang Youcai, a very ordinary person, his name is Youcai, but he has no money, the only thing that is different from ordinary people is that he is a spy."

When Meng Shaoyuan said this, Kong Lingyi and Gao Fanyi were stunned.

Meng Shaoyuan didn't see their expressions, and continued: "At that time, there was no Lixing Society, so it was just a nice thing to say, in fact, he was a low-level spy, and his task was to listen to any dissatisfaction with the government among the small people in the market.

He lives here, although the conditions are a little worse, but he can barely provide food and clothing for the family. Yang Youcai has no other pursuits, just hopes that he and his family can be safe, in the twenty-second year of the Republic of China, his son was born, that is, a soldier. Miss, do you know the American missionary Pei Yili? ”

Pei Yili?

Of course Kong Lingyi knows.

In 1911, the Huai River flooded again, and thousands of refugees poured into the city.

The American missionary Pei Yili, who teaches at Jinling University, is struggling to sleep for the refugees.

Not only did he donate generously, but he also took Chinese students on slum tours.

Most of the students come from wealthy families, and they have never seen such a scene.

One of the county magistrate's children was shocked when he followed Pei Yili from one shack to another.

Afterwards, the student thanked: "I have lived in this city since I was a child, but I have never paid attention to the miserable world around me. It wasn't until you, a foreigner, brought me here that I saw it all. ”

Kong Lingyi just didn't know why Meng Shaoyuan suddenly said Pei Yili.

"Actually, there was a foreigner who did the same thing as Pei Yili later, but the ending was very different." Meng Shaoyuan told the story.

In the 22nd year of the Republic of China, Xia Muren, a foreign professor who also taught at Jinling University, did something similar.

But the consequences were very different.

In class, he first showed his students a film about the landscapes of various parts of China shot by Kodak in the United States, and then showed his own film documenting the city of Nanjing.

Since most of the American films reflect the "backward" Chinese landscape, and the subtitles include the sentence "foreign influences have not yet penetrated into the (Chinese) mainland", the students began to be dissatisfied.

Professor Yang's self-made films were all filmed in the dilapidated corners of Nanjing, and halfway through it, the students finally lost patience and angrily demanded that the screening be stopped.

The incident caused a sensation in the city of Nanjing, and the film played by Xia Muren was also called a "humiliating film" by the media.

The students of Jinling University demanded that the party and government of Nanjing immediately dismiss the professor, but to no avail.

Later, the students discovered that this person was still filming a variety of "social vulgar films" in Nanjing, believing that he "intended to insult China", and the masses were indignant and demanded that he be dismissed.

Considering the anger of the public, I am afraid of causing an unexpected trend.

In the end, on the grounds that Professor Yang did not understand the situation in China, the school sent him to a Chinese school in Beiping to let him learn Chinese and understand Chinese folk customs, and the turmoil subsided.

"A large part of Xia Muren's filming is based on the rag camp."

Meng Shaoyuan took Kong Lingyi and Gao Fanyi and said as he walked forward:

"Nanjing has developed rapidly over the years, but places like the rag camp still exist, and Xia Muren has no other ideas, just to make everyone pay attention to these ordinary people who are still struggling on the extreme poverty line.

We are accustomed to reporting good news but not bad news, bad places, just can't see it, don't think about how to solve it, and don't want others to uncover this scar on our body.

Finally, someone uncovered it, and it hurt, so in the name of patriotism, they attacked it in groups. But has anyone ever thought of those who were struggling in the rag camp, who were more desperate for help than anyone else?

You can say I'm a traitor, you can say I'm licking foreigners' ass......"

Gao Fanyi hurriedly coughed a few times, reminding Meng Shaoyuan that he would never say such vulgar words in front of the eldest lady.

Meng Shaoyuan also found out, apologized and continued with a roar: "But I thought Xia Muren did the right thing. No one is exposed, no one speaks out about our bad customs, and we ourselves will always be self-anesthetized and live in the illusion of worship in the heavenly kingdom and the four seas.

Besides, that Yang Youcai, I live in the rag camp. In fact, like many people in the rag camp, he was grateful that someone had finally spoken for them, and that someone finally knew that even in the capital, there was still a group of people living a precarious life.

On the day Xia Muren left Nanjing, Yang Youcai was grateful and worried that something would happen to him, so he silently undertook the task of escorting him out of Nanjing.

No one asked him to do it, he did it himself. Sure enough, what he was worried about still happened, and before he left Nanjing City, Xia Muren was surrounded by a group of students.

The officials who accompanied Xia Muren hung up high and hid to the side, Yang Youcai stepped forward to protect Xia Muren, but in the pushing, Yang Youcai fell.

It was also his bad luck that his head hit a protruding sharp horn, and he was bleeding on the spot. When the students saw that there was a fuss, they dispersed.

The students dispersed, Xia Muren left, and the officials went home. Yang Youcai died. ”

Meng Shaoyuan's tone was full of sarcasm when he said this: "Yang Youcai deserves it, escorting Xia Muren is not his task, he is going by himself, if he dies in the line of duty, don't think about the pension."

He has a wife and a young child, but who the fuck cares...... Miss, I'm sorry, I'm talking foul again.

His wife, go everywhere to avenge men, don't want anything else, just want some funeral expenses, but no one cares, no one cares, what kind of thing is you Yang Youcai, a lowly spy who lives in the slums.

Such a big city of Nanjing, you are a dog spy who is a fart! ”

Meng Shaoyuan didn't care if he was swearing there: "You're just a fucking ball, so his wife can only wrap the man's body in a broken mat and bury it."

Horse Leather Shroud? That's for the military. Those of us who are spies are dead, it's good to have a broken mat, no one spits on your corpse, and then finally scolds you for being a 'dog spy', that is, the ancestor burned high incense.

The people in the rag camp also want to help, but they really don't have the money. Think about it, if Yang Youcai is still alive and his son is sick, even if he wants his life, he will find a way to get medicine.

I only found out about this when I joined the Lixing Society, and I went to see Da Bingzi and his mother, and left a little money, but I couldn't help more people. I'm incompetent, I'm a waste. ”

Kong Lingyi's eyes were a little red:

"Say, Meng Shaoyuan, what do you want me to do?"