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

While Wei Miao was lost in thought, the family finished their meal in silence.

After the meal, Xu Ayu again advised Uncle Xu:

"Brother, what Mrs. Huang said makes sense. If a fight breaks out, the concession will still be safer."

Uncle Xu knew what his sister was going to say, so he waved his hand and said:

"I don't think a war will break out anytime soon. Even if a war breaks out, it will start from the north. Shanghai is intimidated by the British, Americans, and French. The Japanese won't dare to fight."

Aunt Xu didn't want to move either, so she agreed:

"A few days ago, it was said that all the high-ranking officials of the Japanese were killed in a bombing. How can they fight without officials?"

Xu Ayu had no choice but to say, "I want to stock up on things, will you do the same?"

The two men did not believe that there would be a war in Shanghai, but they were afraid of the possibility and were somewhat hesitant.

Sister Xu Lan, who had just packed up and was ready to go to work, heard what Xu Ayu said and said firmly:

"Aunt, if you want to stock up, I'll give you the money when I come back in the evening."

Wei Miao, who was hugging the little bald Wei Dong, said:

"Money is not the most important thing. The most important thing is what you want to stock up on. Make a list."

Seeing that Sister Xu Lan had an idea, Uncle Xu and his wife did not object.

"I'll give it to you tonight after we've discussed it..."

In the next few days, Wei Miao could hear the deafening parades at home, and all kinds of newspapers appeared one after another.

The old monk looked at Wei Miao who was writing seriously with some satisfaction.

"Why don't you go out and take a look?"

Wei Miao wrote down his words carefully, looked at the neater handwriting, and smiled with satisfaction.

After being ridiculed so many times, Wei Miao still wanted to save some face, so he read a lot of books on calligraphy.

She felt that everything had its own laws and rules, and that finding the skills would help her achieve twice the result with half the effort.

Sure enough, in just one week, her handwriting had changed from a dog crawling to a chicken running.

"I have so much schoolwork that I don't have time to pay attention to these things."

The old monk looked at the large characters on her desk and shook his head slightly, "They are full of craftsmanship, unlike A-Dong, whose characters at such a young age already have style."

Wei Miao turned her head to look at the little bald man’s handwriting, which was similar to hers, and there was no trace of dignity in it.

But she was quite happy to hear the old monk praising her family, and said proudly:

"Of course, he is my brother."

Master Zhishang turned the Buddhist beads in his hand quickly and pointed to a pile of books on the cushion. "These books were thoroughly studied years ago."

Wei Miao glanced at the old monk, "Master, are you leaving?"

The old monk looked at her sparkling eyes and smiled unconsciously.

"After I leave, Xiao Qian will send someone to send your handwritten characters to me for inspection every ten days, and every month you will need to write a summary of your thoughts and feelings about the books you have read..."

Seeing Wei Miao's eyes turn from bright to dim, the old monk waved his hand and said, "Go out."

Wei Miao led Wei Dong, who was still unaware of the situation, out of the Buddhist temple. He was in a daze, like a walking corpse.

She finally understood why Wei Ling and the other kids were not very enthusiastic about going to school when they first started.

This is mental abuse.

When Master Zhishang was the only one left in the Buddhist temple, he burned incense to the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva in front of him and chanted sutras peacefully with his eyes closed.

Xiao Qian looked at Wei Miao's lonely back and complained to Uncle Zeng Bao who was sitting in a chair reading a book:

"Master, Master Zhishang has almost made A Miao stupid."

Uncle Zeng Bao did not take his eyes off the book and said calmly:

"Would it be better if she were stupid?"

Xiao Qian complained, "If only we had known A Miao earlier."

Uncle Zeng Bao tightened his grip on the book, "What do you mean?"

"This way, the young master can eat Aunt Ayu's meals every day, and A Miao can become your junior apprentice sooner. Master Zhishang said that A Miao is quite talented in learning medicine, and with more experience, he will definitely surpass him..."

Xiao Qian was mumbling while sweeping the yard, and didn't notice the dark eyes of his young master at all.

After Wei Miao returned home, Wu Ma washed the kid's face and changed his clothes, as his body was covered in ink.

She picked up the phone and dialed the number.

"Brother Lu, are you feeling better now?"

Lu Pingsheng was lying on the tatami at home, holding an apple in his hand. He took a bite and said vaguely:

"Not very well. My head hurts all the time."

He had been discharged from the hospital a few days earlier because in their condition, they couldn't even sleep in the cold hospital corridors.

Also notified of their discharge were the colonel who had lost an arm and the second secretary of the consulate who had a lame leg.

With Lu Pingsheng's intention to make friends, the relationship between the three of them improved by leaps and bounds. They have even agreed to go to the Comfort Street together to comfort the poor imperial women after their injuries have healed.

Wei Miao heard Lu Pingsheng's relaxed tone and said seriously:

"Brother Lu, I think your brain is broken. How about I give you acupuncture?"

Lu Pingsheng suddenly felt that the apple in his mouth didn't taste so good.

"Ah Miao, let's talk about something serious."

Wei Miao held the microphone and said, "Then go ahead."

Lu Pingsheng opened his mouth to speak, then thought for a moment and said, "I want to eat the braised pork made by your mother."

After saying that, he laughed evilly, “Hahahaha”.

Wei Miao was quite speechless and wanted to hang up the phone. After all, the phone bill was very expensive.

Lu Pingsheng said with deep emotion:

"The Japanese Concession is now under martial law. I just hope that the truth can be uncovered soon, so that the people of the Empire who died in battle can rest in peace. Those people will eventually be punished..."

Wei Miao's eyes rolled. This was the second time Brother Lu expressed his loyalty over the phone.

She didn't think there was anything wrong with Lu Pingsheng's behavior.

Such a shocking thing happened in the Japanese Concession, and it must have been martial law.

As one of the few foreigners at the scene, they were definitely the focus of attention.

If it weren't for Brother Lu who saved Kudo Taro in a critical situation, and if he hadn't had the certification of the young master of the gendarmerie, he would have only been interrogated twice and not tortured like the others.

Lu Pingsheng hung up the phone and took another bite of the apple in his hand.

I was thinking about how this change would affect the entire anti-Japanese situation.

Such a "brutal" large-scale riot had just occurred in the Japanese Concession in Shanghai, causing countless casualties and almost wiping out the entire group of high-ranking officials in Shanghai.

Gu Cheng immediately issued a statement, even though everyone knew it was Kim Eun-hee of the Joseon Patriotic Group who did it. After all, this guy's head is still hanging at the door of the public memorial.

He didn't know whether the Japanese would use this as an excuse to start a war early.

After all, many things are different, such as Wang Dongting, who was supposed to die in the southwest in October this year.

Not only did he not die, he also successfully planned the event.

Lu Pingsheng thought about it for a long time but couldn't figure it out. He continued to chew his apple and think about his situation.

The casualties were tragic, and not many people survived. People like him who were pro-Japanese might not have had the chance to get close to the front row and were not blown away in the first explosion.

As key suspects, this group of people were controlled first, and some were taken away directly.

Instead, they avoided the second stair collapse, but their fate was not good. They were all taken back by the Special High Technology Department for investigation.

If you don't die, you will be skinned alive...

"It seems that the plan needs to be accelerated." Lu Pingsheng murmured.

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