I want to be a good person

The woman said impatiently.

"I seem to remember there was some reflection on the ground, what is that?"

"That's easy. Look for it again. If it doesn't work, rub it with your feet."

“Yeah, you’re right.”

The man stood up, lit the lantern with a match, and holding a stick in his hand, he went to a place where there was reflection and rubbed it with his feet, making the reflection a little bigger.

He squatted down and the cotton jacket he was wearing slipped off his shoulders.

"Oh, ha..."

The man picked up the muddy object and rubbed it on the ground. The word "one yuan" appeared. He turned his hand over and rubbed it again. The shiny big head lit up.

He picked up the cotton jacket and quickly returned to the house.

The woman asked, “What’s going on?”

"It's okay, go to sleep, your eyes are blurry"

"Well, I have to visit relatives tomorrow."

Zhang Aiguo went out and without thinking too much, he walked slowly along the river bank towards the Bank of China.

The patrolmen were still wandering around on the road. This was the most chaotic time, and the night was the world of demons and monsters.

There were a lot of drunk people on the road. Further down, the cargo yard was brightly lit.

The patrolman's whistle is hung around his neck and can be blown at any time.

The embassy area, like a concession, provides security and becomes the spokesperson for security. There is a reason for the soaring housing prices.

If Zhang Aiguo crossed the street in his current outfit, he would definitely get into trouble.

When I arrived at the first house, I found a lot of people there, drinking and bragging. It was not until the third house that I quietly entered. I estimated the distance and it was about 15 meters. It was another 5 days of tunnel work. The only good thing was that I didn't dig into the manure pit, otherwise it would be disgusting.

After all, Huili’s surname is also Hui, so having the same character is wrong.

At eight o'clock in the evening on the fourteenth day of the first lunar month, Zhang Aiguo drilled out of the vertical shaft. After more than ten days of digging, his whole body was emitting the earthy smell of mud, like a tomb raider. He was also exhausted. He definitely could not go back to the First Hotel at this time. He was highly suspicious. He took water from the space to wash his hands and face, took out a fake beard and stuck it on his upper lip, made sideburns on both sides, and buried his cotton jacket covered with dirt in the vertical shaft.

He quietly left the yard, and this time there was no disturbance. Perhaps the host was sleeping soundly and had a good sleep quality. At the same time, a piece of muddy ocean was thrown on the ground.

He adjusted the simple cotton hat on his head and walked towards the wasteland, which was just beginning to become bustling.

From time to time, there were drunk white-haired guys hugging bare trees, vomiting and crying. They felt so disappointed, and perhaps they had not let it go yet. The smell of cheap moonshine was pungent.

There are many small hotels, which are dirty and messy. The bars and casinos are crowded. The women in the brothels have big faces and you can tell at a glance that they are the best Koreans in the universe.

The real traitors were the Koreans. They took the humiliation they suffered from the Japs and intensified it against their former suzerain country, perhaps blaming the Qing Dynasty for not protecting them.

Seeing a relatively nice small hotel, Zhang Aiguo walked in carrying a bag.

"stay"

The fierce-looking man stood up and asked,

"Yes"

The man took a look and held up two fingers.

"Two-cornered ocean"

Zhang Aiguo handed it over.

“Is there hot water?”

"Have"

After saying this, the man extended another finger.

"A dime a dozen"

"Give"

The man smiled ambiguously and said, "Oh, you are rich, this is the smell on your body."

"Brother, I have beautiful girls here. They are clean, white-haired, Japanese, Atlantic, Korean, and Manchu. Do you want to relieve your heat and remove the dirt from your body?"

“No, where is the hot water?”

"You can use the basin yourself."

Zhang Aiguo walked towards his room, a simple adobe house with a bed and dirty bedding.

He looked at the ceramic basin and walked out.

“Where to wash?”

“That’s the bathroom.”

In the corner of the yard, a shed was built with wood.

"Give me some hot water. Use your thermos."

The man held up another finger.

Zhang Aiguo took a look and without waiting for anything to happen, he directly handed over a dime.

"Two Pots of Water"

"it is good"

Arriving under the shed, Zhang Aiguo took off his clothes. The cold wind blowing in through the gaps caressed his body in all directions, giving him goose bumps. He took out a basin and a bar of soap from the room and moved his body a little.

The most painful part of taking a cold bath in winter is that at first the water hits your body and can freeze your heart and bones, but it will be fine once you get used to it. However, the downside is that it damages your yang energy and shrinks it.

It's better to have some shelter than nothing, and cold water poured down my neck.

"Huh~huh~huh"

He let out a long breath, quickly put on some soap and washed his body clean.

The hot water was used to wash hair. Zhang Aiguo only discovered the yellow mud when he was cleaning his ears.

After changing into a cotton robe and wearing a shitty hat, he looked more classy.

When he returned to the house, the man's eyes lit up when he saw it.

"Brother, what kind of rice are you eating? It looks unfamiliar."

"I just came from another place and have no place to stay yet"

"What can I do? I'll be responsible for finding foreigners. I only need a small commission. You can ask around. I have a good reputation in the underworld. I'm honest and trustworthy."

"What do you mean?"

"Brother, I don't care. The smell on you may not be detectable with my eyes, but it must be with my nose."

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow.”

Zhang Aiguo said perfunctorily, I left before dawn and I just want to borrow the place to take a shower tonight.

I took a closer look at the other person. Damn, with single eyelids, why does he look so much like a Korean? The ones who like Chinese objects the most are the Japanese. According to statistics, during the 1879 years of invasion of China, 360 boxes of historical relics, totaling million pieces, were looted. I have never been to Japan in my previous life, but I heard that Chinese cultural relics support the devil's museum. They can let go of the bloody hatred and forgive. What else can they not dare to do?

There are also tons of gold, 8 million tons of grain, 7 million cubic meters of timber, 2 million tons of rare earths, 4.5 million tons of copper, and more are all the materials destroyed by the devils before their surrender. This may be just the tip of the iceberg of materials, and there is also the blood debt of 3500 million Chinese people. Of course, as an ordinary citizen, Zhang Aiguo cannot understand the strategic height and the overall situation. He just feels that no one is qualified and cannot represent the dead martyrs to forgive the devils who are worse than beasts. History is like a fog.

Zhang Aiguo's face changed and turned ashen. His eyes were as fierce as a wolf's as he stared at the other person.

The man was startled and waved his hands hastily, saying, "I have had a cold these days and my nose is blocked. I made a mistake. Actually, I didn't smell anything. Please forgive me."

Zhang Aiguo came back to his senses. No, he needed to work on his mental strength. He couldn't just think about killing the devils when he thought about their evil deeds. A little impatience could ruin a big plan. But the hatred in his blood couldn't be quelled, like a silent volcano.

After entering the room, Zhang Aiguo took a look and found that there were no windows, which made it look very much like a tube-shaped building, with a similar design as adding a leather mattress.

From the rooms on both sides came the sound of playing poker, as well as the excited loud thumping of the king bomb, high and low. Fortunately, it was a brick bed, so there was no strange creaking or crying. The voices competed with each other, popular here, popular there, some in the middle were in the high notes, and in the middle it became bel canto, with blues and jazz interspersed with harmonies.

"A bar or a casino?"

Zhang Aiguo handed over a Lao Dao cigarette, and the other party diligently struck a match to help light it.

“I know two good places.”