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

Lu Pingsheng looked at the group of people going away. Kudo Dalang was held in the arms of the military police. Although his cheeks were red and swollen, he seemed to be unaware of the pain.

Tomoko Yamashita, who was standing next to her, had tears in her eyes, but her expression had become cold and distant.

Many fish had slender backs, and as they left, they finally said to him:

"Just treat it as if I'm dead. Please keep the secret for me."

They communicated in Japanese throughout the whole process. When Lu Pingsheng spoke Shanghainese, many fish looked at him in confusion until he changed to Japanese, then they smiled faintly.

Lu Pingsheng sat in the corridor of the hospital, watching the panicked crowd coming and going, feeling mixed emotions.

I guess now everyone knows everything there is to know about the miserable conditions in the Japanese Concession.

Regardless of whether Wang Dongting did it intentionally or unintentionally, the person who acted as a human bomb was a member of the Korean Patriotic Group, which prevented the Japanese from putting the blame on the government.

The next morning, Wei Miao squinted his eyes and went out, and saw a little bald head.

"Amitabha~~~"

Wei Dong spoke in a baby voice and put his little hands together, imitating the old monk.

Wei Miao finally realized that after she had eaten and drunk her fill last night, she always felt like something was missing.

When I saw Weidong, I realized that this clingy little guy was not there.

"Who did it?" Wei Miao's expression did not change, and he raised his hand to touch the little bald head.

Weidong was quite well-behaved and rubbed the warm hands from the big pot with his little bald head.

"Big pot, Master Zhishang said that people are troubled because of their hair..."

Wei Miao didn't believe what the boy said at all and looked at Xu Ayu who was rolling his eyes beside him.

"He was in the kitchen yesterday, trying to roast sweet potatoes. If Aunt Wu hadn't found him in time, not to mention his hair, his face would have been disfigured."

Wei Dong twisted his fingers, "I want to roast sweet potatoes in a big pot..."

Xu Ayu spat at him, "Don't use Nong Da Ge as an excuse."

Weidong put his hands on his hips, looking as angry as a puffer fish.

"Big pot, Master Zhishang wants you to write big characters."

Wei Miao looked at Xu Ayu pleadingly.

"Ah Miao, I'm going to the kitchen. You can bring Mr. Zeng's breakfast over as well."

Xu Ayu quickly turned around and walked quickly towards the kitchen.

A Miao is smart, but her handwriting is really ugly. She needs more practice to improve it.

Wei Miao tapped Wei Dong's forehead, "Little clever boy."

Weidong chuckled, and Aunt Xu and Sister Xu Lan, who came out after hearing the noise, also laughed.

"Ah Miao, you went to bed early yesterday. I'll bring you your favorite chestnut cake when I get home from get off work. You can have it for breakfast later."

Dachang Coffee Shop opens at 10 am and closes at 10 pm.

When she came back, Wei Miao had already finished his spicy pork noodles, washed up, and fell asleep.

When Wei Miao saw Aunt Xu's expression, he thought of what the old monk said about Chinese medicine's three methods of observation, auscultation, questioning and palpation, and his heart was moved.

"Aunt, I see you look much better."

Aunt Xu touched her belly with a gentle smile on her face, "After taking the medicine prescribed by Master Zhishang, I feel much better."

The key point is that her abdomen no longer has that strange cold feeling.

When Wei Miao brought the food into Zeng's house, Uncle Zeng Bao was sitting under the eaves basking in the sun.

There was a heater beside him and he was wrapped in fox fur. There were several newspapers on the table next to him. The front-page headline at the top was a photo of a devastated city.

A real photo of the Guandong Hotel in the Japanese Concession after the explosion, with the area within a hundred meters in radius in ruins.

Uncle Zeng Bao's pale and handsome face was wrapped in white fox fur, and for a moment it was impossible to tell who was whiter.

Xiao Qian, who was bringing him hot water, saw Wei Miao and his eyes lit up for a moment.

"Ah Miao, Nong is here."

Yesterday at dinner, I heard from the Wei family that Wei Miao went to look for Lu Pingsheng.

I didn't expect her to be there.

"My grandma cooked sweet-scented osmanthus porridge, which contained rock sugar, and it was the best for relieving coughs."

Uncle Zeng Bao looked up at Wei Miao's smiling face and sat up slightly.

"Thank you very much."

Wei Miao smiled obediently, "Auntie said that Mr. Zeng has helped my family a lot, and she can only worry about these small things."

Xiao Qian sat next to Uncle Zeng Bao and fed him rice from the bowl as if he was feeding him medicine.

Wei Miao was surprised that the situation was so serious.

Then her wish to cure him and make peace with the old monk would be shattered.

"Is it so serious?" Wei Miao said.

Winter in Shanghai is not cold as long as the sun is shining.

"It's much better now. Master Zhishang said that we should let the young master get enough sun exposure every morning."

Xiao Qian felt much better as he watched the young master unconsciously finish a bowl of porridge.

Wei Miao stretched out his hand to catch the sunlight, somewhat puzzled as to why he had to come here to enjoy the cold wind and bask in the sun.

The greenhouse on the second floor of Zeng's house has a pleasant environment and bright sunshine. Wouldn't it be nice to bask in the sun there?

As if he could see the doubt in Wei Miao's heart, Uncle Zeng Bao smiled after rinsing his mouth:

“Wind and sunshine need to be touched in person. After all, they will change their appearance through the glass.”

Wei Miao nodded. It was indeed true. The plants in the greenhouse upstairs did not grow as wildly as those outside.

"How come A Miao came back so quickly?"

After the meal, a hint of color appeared on Uncle Zeng Bao’s pale face.

Wei Miao sat on the small chair that Xiao Qian brought over and said honestly:

"There was an explosion in the Japanese Concession. I guess martial law will be imposed, so I'll come back first."

Uncle Zeng Bao smiled, "Indeed, they have always been unfriendly to Chinese people."

Wei Miao said with a hint of worry: "I just don't know whether Brother Lu is dead or alive."

Uncle Zeng Bao raised his eyebrows and said, "Mr. Lu is in the hospital and is in good health."

Wei Miao blinked his eyes. Although he saw Brother Lu go out, who could have known what would happen next?

"That's great." She said sincerely.

"Big Pot, come to class."

Wei Dong's grandmother behind him spoke in a loud voice, but Wei Miao pretended not to hear and continued to talk to Uncle Zeng Bao:

"Mr. Zeng, are all those Japanese high-ranking officials really dead?"

Uncle Zeng Bao knew that Wei Miao didn’t really want to know these things, he just wanted to delay time and avoid studying.

He also saw the big characters written by Wei Miao yesterday, and he really needed more practice.

Uncle Zeng Bao waved to Xiao Qian, and Xiao Qian understood and walked towards Weidong.

"Adong, how is your soup song memorization going?"

Weidong: ……

When only Wei Miao and Uncle Zeng Bao were left under the eaves, he slowly spoke.

"Matsui Ryouta was lucky. He only lost one eye."

Wei Miao cursed in his heart that this guy was so lucky, but his face remained innocent as ever. He didn't even interrupt and just waited for the next words.

She knew that Uncle Zeng Bao had his own intelligence network among the Japanese, and these private matters were not available to ordinary people.

"Consul General Oda Hideo in Shanghai died on the spot, and Vice Admiral Kawaki Ki had both legs disabled..."

Listening to a series of names, Wei Miao narrowed his eyes slightly.

In other words, among the people on the rostrum, except for Matsui Ryouta, the others were all killed or injured?

It turns out that none of them worked?

"What about the man who assassinated him?"

Uncle Zeng Bao looked at him with a half-smile, "Ah Miao, do you really know nothing?"

Wei Miao said calmly, "I was eating at the Yamazaki restaurant across the street yesterday. When I heard the explosion, I quickly took a rickshaw out."

"How could that man survive when his whole body was covered with explosives?"

Uncle Zeng Bao spoke calmly.

"However, the Japanese found his head and have confirmed his identity. It is indeed the name he revealed himself to be: Kim Eun-hee."

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