Chapter 140 Fans of the Republic of China

A few people went out the back door, and it was already late, so they drove two cars to Dongsan Lane and found the mutton restaurant that Wang Maoru said. At this time, the East Third Lane was dark and rumbling, and the road was also full of potholes, and it was better to be a horse than to sit in the car. They came to the mutton restaurant, but saw that there were really many people drinking wine and eating meat, and the wine was really fragrant, not afraid of the deep alley. When I went up to the second floor, I ordered a few specialty dishes, and when I was waiting for the dishes, I saw a few young students also running upstairs and distributing leaflets.

Chai Shirong took the leaflet, hurriedly folded it and put it in his arms, Qiao Sanbang looked carefully up and down, left and right, Chai Shirong said: "What do you see?" Qiao Sanbang said: "His uncle, I don't know how to read." Chai Shirong said angrily: "If you don't know how to read, you look so carefully." Qiao Sanbang said: "I don't know how to read, I know paper." The student said, "At the moment of national crisis, Mr. must join us in opposing **, thank you." ”

"Well, this paper is very good, and it is convenient to go to the toilet." Qiao Sanbang said seriously, and the rest of the people were happy, and the student was furious: "You are a ...... You" Wang Maoru kicked Qiao San again, and apologized: "I'm sorry, this little brother, they don't know how to read, and it's useless for you to give him this leaflet." ”

"Vulgar and illiterate" The young man was probably also anxious and scolded.

"Rough uncle," Qiao Sanbang said angrily, and Chai Shirong on the side hurriedly pulled him down.

At this time, a female student came up, with a round apple face and big eyes, short hair that reached her ears, wearing blue women's clothes and black skirts of this era. ”

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry sir, I apologize to everyone on behalf of my junior brother, he's still young and ignorant, you can forgive her." The girl's face was delicate and pure, with the good etiquette of this era, and said earnestly.

"Three sticks, people apologize." Wang Maoru said.

"Yes, general, boy, I'm sorry." Qiao Sanbang said angrily, glared at the young student, and said, "Also, keep your mouth clean, you look down on us from poor backgrounds, right?" We poor people have never gone to school, but you have gone to school and know how to read? And you wrote about the food you eat? Come, write a bowl of rice for me to taste. ”

"No, no, no, it doesn't mean that." The schoolgirl said busily.

"Forget it." Wang Maoru said softly, and Qiao Sanbang heard the general's words and said "yes", pouting as if he didn't bother to argue with Ma Liang.

Seeing that the other party was no longer entangled, the girl said, "Ma Liang, didn't you learn a song?" You sing it to everyone, and it works better than handing out leaflets. ”

"yes, sing one, sing one." A few people who ate applauded, especially the old and young who combed their braids, and they thought it was playing.

The man named Ma Liang was very annoyed when he saw that everyone looked lively, and turned to leave, the girl smiled helplessly, and a few ruffians on the side said, "Little lady, why don't you sing us one?" How about singing 18? ”

Wang Maoru turned around and said, "Shut up." The ruffians were just about to stand up, and when they saw his momentum, they had a plan in their hearts, and sat down, and a small man left the table without knowing where to go. Seeing their trick, Ren Yuanxing beckoned a few words in Qiao Sanbang's ear, and Qiao Sanbang left immediately.

The girl's face turned red when she heard "One Eight Touches", and she hurriedly said that she was disturbing everyone, she walked up to Wang Maoru and bowed, so that Wang Maoru didn't know why. The girl said, "Maybe the general doesn't know me, but in the afternoon, the general saved me." Wang Maoru suddenly realized, but the next few tables of ruffians couldn't eat, the matter was big, they sent someone to find someone to clean up this group of strangers, I didn't expect it to be a general, quickly chased people back, the two ruffians hurriedly ran down, only to hear two bangs below, Qiao Sanbang held one in one hand, and carried the two of them. Qiao San's hand pulled, a small man was tied up, brought on, his mouth was stuffed with rags, and he couldn't speak, and said, "Dashuai, you got it, kill them three?" After hearing this, a few table ruffians knelt on the ground in fright and begged for mercy, one of them had sharp eyes, saw Pu Ji sitting there drinking stuffy wine, and it happened that he knew Pu Ji, so he slapped himself in the mouth and said: "Pu San Gongzi, Pu San Gongzi, spare us, do you have eyes and don't know Taishan?" Let our brother go, we won't dare anymore. ”

"Who is this man?" Wang Maoru asked Pu Ji, who also shook his head and said, "I don't know." ”

The man said: "Little Liu Er, he was messing around in the East Third Lane, and he didn't want to offend the handsome. ”

Wang Maoru said: "Three sticks, let it go, this Liu Er...... It's quite righteous, although he looks a little obscene, but he is willing to kneel down and beg for mercy for his brother, which is the first thing to be righteous. ”

That Liu Er was very proud when he heard the general praise himself like this, and Qiao Sanbang threw the person away and said yes.

Wang Maoru was about to drink, but when he saw that the girl hadn't left, he said, "What? Why don't you go? ”

The girl said, "General, we have always wanted to know who you are. ”

Wang Maoru said: "My name is Wang Maoru, the word Xiusheng, Hulunbuir Protector Envoy." ”

The girl was taken aback, covered her mouth, turned around and ran down, several people laughed, Pu Ji said: "Doesn't she have a big brother in her heart, right?" ”

"." Wang Maoru said with a smile.

Ren Yuanxing also said: "I guess too, the big marshal is the most handsome brigade commander, and there is no one." ”

"You guys just make a fool of yourself." Wang Maoru laughed.

After a while, the girl came running back with a few students, and the girl said, "You are Mr. Xiusheng?" ”

Wang Mao Ruqi said: "Mr. Xiusheng is very famous, don't skip words."

"Are you Mr. Xiusheng?" The young man named Ma Liang, who had gone down earlier, asked.

"Yes, I wrote 'The Rise of Great Powers.'"

"It's really Mr. Xiusheng." Several people were overjoyed, and Ma Liang took the lead and said: "Mr. Xiusheng, I like the "Rise of Great Powers" you wrote very much, and I especially admire you. ”

The girl said, "Yes, we all adore you very much, by the way, Mr. Xiusheng, you ...... Can you sign it for me? Saying that, she took out a book, which was "The Rise of a Great Power and the Empire Does Not Set", Wang Maoru took it and said, "Okay, I didn't bring a pen." "The girl took the fountain pen very intimately, and the pen still had the girl's faint body fragrance and body temperature." What? He asked. The girl hurriedly said, "You can write whatever you like." Wang Maoru asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Fei Wanting, Fei is Fei Zhong's Fei, Wan is Shangguan Wan'er's Wan, Ting is ......"

"I know. The Ting, in the women's pavilion, is taken from the meaning of graceful and elegant. Wang Maoru said, "In this way, I will write it for you." "I gave it back to Fei Wanting, and it was written so quickly? The girl took it and looked at it, and her face immediately turned red, because it read: I wish Fei Wanting success in her studies and become more and more beautiful, Mr. Xiusheng, on the fifteenth day of the first month of the fourth year of the Republic of China.

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