I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

It is the nature of Oriental people to watch the fun, and in a short while, three circles inside and three circles outside were formed.

The patrolman who was maintaining public order nearby came forward quickly, pushed through the crowd and shouted:

"Scatter, all of you. Why are you blocking the road? Are you going to move on?"

Many fish are clever and can easily squeeze to the front by following the patrolmen.

The child had stood up. He was not injured, but his clothes were covered with dust.

He looked at the crowd that had gathered around him, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes behind his small glasses.

"Uncle Kudo, Uncle Kudo~" The little boy pouted and cried sadly.

Among the onlookers, there was one who came from the northeast. His eyes suddenly blazed with fire and he shouted uncontrollably:

"Damn it, it's actually a little G-zi, it's a little G-zi."

As soon as he shouted this, most of the onlookers dispersed immediately.

Many fearless fish held Wei Miao's hand and said:

"Ah Miao, let's go. My father said we should stay away from the Japanese if we meet them."

Wei Miao's mind had been spinning for several turns at this moment. Looking at Liu Heitan who was sweating profusely after being interrogated by the patrol police, she sighed softly.

Seeing that Wei Miao was coming closer instead of leaving, Xu Ayu became bolder. She approached the crying and babbling child and asked:

"Hey, kid, can you speak Shanghainese?"

Someone nearby said, "He can talk shit. The little guy can only talk nonsense."

People who were watching the excitement from afar all laughed heartily.

The patrolman looked at Liu Heitan, who was full of fear, and then at the little G's outfit, and said with a sullen face:

"You stay here until his family comes to find you."

Liu Heitan pleaded, "Sir, I really didn't do anything. I was walking normally, and this little G, little Taijun, suddenly ran out..."

The policeman had a gloomy face and sighed:

"What's the point of telling me? Just save this for your Majesty!"

Liu Heitan's mind went blank and the tall man collapsed to the ground, looking quite dazed.

In Shen City, if you get involved with the Japanese, you will be in danger of death.

When the little Japanese pirate saw many fish talking to him, and thought that children were safer than adults, he actually walked towards Wei Miao and the others crying.

"Uncle Kudo, uncle~~wuwuwu."

Wei Miao had previously systematically studied the languages ​​of various countries. She felt that the Japanese language was the closest to the East and the easiest to learn.

So it only took her one week to learn it thoroughly. She not only could speak Japanese, but also could speak Japanese dialects from different places.

This kid's accent must be from Kansai Kyoto.

"How did you and your uncle get lost?" Wei Miao asked in Japanese.

When the child heard the familiar language, he stopped crying immediately, walked towards Wei Miao and wanted to hold her hand.

The onlookers nearby saw this and whispered, "Another little bastard?"

The patrolman looked up and down at Duanyu and Wei Miao's clothes, cursing his bad luck in his heart, his expression changing from gloomy to happy.

"Stop the car, I'll get out and play..." the child said intermittently while hiccuping.

Wei Miao looked at Liu Heitan who was sitting on the ground in a daze, and said to the child:

"Let him go first. I'll accompany you to find your uncle."

The child took off his glasses, wiped his tears, and nodded obediently.

Wei Miao walked over to the patrolman who had been watching them and said, "He said it has nothing to do with the rickshaw driver. Let him go."

The patrolman looked at Wei Miao suspiciously, then asked Little Gzi with a licking smile:

"Little Taijun, are you really going to let him go?"

Wei Miao translated his words to the children. The patrolman saw that the children nodded to him, then he frowned and shouted at Liu Heitan:

"Little Taijun is kind-hearted, why don't you get out of here and wait for me to treat you to tea."

When Liu Heitan heard what the patrolman said, he quickly stood up and was about to leave when he saw Wei Miao.

Liu Heitan's eyes were full of fear, but he saw Wei Miao lowering his head and saying something to the little kid. He wanted to stop the car, but was urged to move forward by the car behind him that had been stuck for a long time.

"Please take me to find Uncle Kudo."

The little boy of five or six years old is still cute even though he is Japanese. At least his eyes are clean and clear.

The patrolman drove away the crowd of onlookers and said to Wei Miao:

"Hey, kid, you can actually tell ghost stories and talk about the Queen?"

Wei Miao did not answer him, but said:

"Sir, it seems he ran off the car and got lost. Ask your colleagues if they are looking for him."

The patrolman thought it made sense, so he bent down and said to Xiao G in a flattering way:

"Little Madam, what does your master do for a living?"

Many fish looked at his two different expressions and rolled their eyes secretly.

The child seemed very afraid of adults and moved closer to Wei Miao and the others.

"What's your name?" Wei Miao asked him.

The sobbing little boy said, "Kudo Taro."

Wei Miao recalled the story of Wu Dalang and Pan Jinlian told by the alley storyteller.

"Where does your uncle live? Or where does he work? Do you know?" Wei Miao continued to ask.

Dalang shook his head in confusion.

Many fish were whispering, "Ah Miao, this little G looks cute, what's going on?"

The patrolman nearby heard this and looked at the Many Fish with disappointment.

Little G, there is nothing unlovable about them. They are all bad people.

Kudo Dalang couldn't answer the questions Wei Miao asked him, and he was so anxious that he started crying again.

Manyu bit his lip, reluctantly took out the maltose from his pocket and put it to his mouth.

"Eat it, it's sweet." She coaxed him.

Kudo Dalang stuck out his tongue and licked it. He felt that the taste was okay and smiled at Xuanyu.

Many fish shaved their faces, "children peed, crying and laughing."

Kudo Dalang was amused by her funny face.

The patrolman said, "Take him back to the police station and call the Japanese Concession. There should be news."

When they heard about the police station, the expressions on many fish faces changed. "Are we going there too?"

The patrolman thought this little girl was very brave, and laughed:

"You don't have to go, but your brother has to go. It's his fault for telling lies."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the little girl who was holding onto Wei Miao's hand tightly, and said to Wei Miao:

"Can you translate this sentence: Little Taijun, shall we go to another place to wait for your master?"

Wei Miao's mouth twitched, "His name is Da Lang."

The patrolman's mouth twitched. Without looking, you could tell that he was thinking of Ximen Qing.

Just when he was thinking about how to praise little G, he heard shouting in the distance.

Looking up, I saw a group of soldiers in Japanese military uniforms trotting ahead to clear the way.

They very arrogantly pushed the pedestrians and rickshaws in the middle to both sides, leaving a clear path in the middle.

A car slowly drove onto the bridge, and when it stopped, a man and a woman got out.

"Mom, uncle!"

Dalang, who was holding her hand one second ago, ran towards a Japanese officer in the middle of the road the next second.

The woman in kimono next to the officer held the child and checked him everywhere. She looked again and again, and finally found the maltose in his mouth, and quickly asked him to spit it out.

Many fish saw the maltose spit on the ground from a distance, and said unhappily with a frown:

"I should have known not to give him the food."