The life of Lao Liu since 1944

He found the classroom, looked around, and saw Ma Yong walking up to him. He came to his seat, put down his schoolbag and sat down.

Turning his head, he whispered to the little brat Ma Yong, with some doubts.

"Hi, Ma Yong?"

"Well, what's wrong?" Ma Yong asked puzzledly.

Hou Jie thought, it seems that he was right, and he felt relieved.

"Didn't I hit my head the day before yesterday? I'm confused and can't remember some things. There will be people I don't know here later, so you have to help me. If there is anything, please tell me more. I only remember you now." The pair of small eyes looked at him blankly, appearing helpless and pitiful.

Ma Yong felt uncomfortable being stared at by him, and looked at me with some doubt.

"Really?"

"Well, I really can't remember. The doctor said that he would not be able to remember until the blood clots in his head were gone. He wasn't sure if he could really remember it."

Ma Yong nodded seriously and said to me with a smile:

"Don't worry, leave it to me, I will protect you"

"Thank you, Ma Yong"

"You're welcome, Chunsheng, just call me Ayong. It's a bit strange to call me by my full name, I'm not used to it. We have been friends since we were young," Ma Yong said sincerely.

Ma Yong's voice was like the warm sunshine in winter, bringing warmth to Chunsheng's heart.

After a while, the two of them became familiar with each other. Then Ma Yong took him to get to know his classmates and former friends again. There were a few friends who got along well with him. One was Zhang Dalong and the other was Zhao Mingcheng.

After school, Ma Yong took him to the overpass, the Temple of Heaven, and several alleys and streets. Sometimes it was Zhang Dalong, sometimes it was Zhao Mingcheng, or they would go together. When it got dark, they would hurry home.

In this place, as long as you are careful to avoid patrol police, gangs and patrols, you will basically not encounter any major trouble.

Although the streets here seem chaotic, they are actually still controlled by these forces. After all, the alleys in the city are complicated and numerous, and it is not easy to manage them effectively. The Japanese army is mainly stationed outside the city, and only in some specific areas will they station troops.

The Japanese soldiers today are no longer as strong as they were in 1937. In addition, since they are fighting fiercely with the Kuomintang and the Communist Party outside the city, they can only turn a blind eye to the control of the enemy-occupied areas. They only come to harass the city when they occasionally collect taxes. These ideas are handled by some bigwigs, and the common people are relatively safe. The common people outside the city do not have such treatment. Occasionally, they will be conscripted, which makes the whole place chaotic and full of complaints.

However, nothing is certain, and occasionally Japanese soldiers would enter the city to harass the people. People could do nothing about it and could only try to avoid them. If they were unfortunate enough to encounter them, they could only consider themselves unlucky. After a few days, he gradually became familiar with the surrounding environment.

During the war, schools did not go to school every day. Sometimes when there was a big disturbance outside, schools would be suspended. Only when the streets calmed down would teachers come to notify students to go to school.

The next day, I got up early

After washing up and having breakfast, Hou Jie went out.

Generally, the streets are quite lively. The morning market in the old city is very lively. In this era of national destruction, it is still as the capital after all. The Japanese also have to consider the current situation. After all, they are few in number and cannot be too tough. Otherwise, if there is trouble, they will also have a headache for a while.

I have to say that the people in the old city are indeed a little too proud.

Most of the people going out in the morning are men.

Don’t count on older girls or young wives, you won’t see them at all. It’s better not to go out if you can, it’s too unsafe.

Among them, there are many old and young people from the previous dynasty.

They put on the most respectable clothes at home, carried bird cages, and walked in a square step, with a disregard for relatives, with a kind of temperament that looked down on the world. For one thing, most of these poor and dissolute young men are just trying to save face. There is no money in their pockets, they are very clean. There are also many opium smokers, otherwise there would not be so many people buying houses, these people provide most of the power. This is how his grandfather got the house in Nanluoguxiang. There are still some relatively solid ones, still holding on, barely maintaining respectability.

"did you eat"

"Please go first, sir, I wish you good luck"

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Along the way, greetings like this were heard one after another.

There are the most people here on the overpass, so he goes where there are more people.

Now, in the whole 49 cities, this place has the most variety of breakfast and snacks. There are still many children running around in groups of three or five.

Of course, he didn't come here just for food. Here on the overpass, there are all kinds of people.

This is also where the most information is.

Information asymmetry is often the biggest advantage that the rich have over the poor, and the highest level over the lowest level.

As a time traveler, he certainly knows the importance of acquiring information as early as possible.

In that era, it was not difficult for people from the bottom of society to obtain information.

It is difficult to obtain accurate and timely information.

It's not that there is a solution, that is, quantitative change to qualitative change. By using the information sources from different angles, you can compile a reliable piece of information by yourself.

But he doesn't have that much time, he is too young.

Tianqiao Teahouse

Here you can not only drink tea, but also listen to storytellers’ stories and have conversations. People passing by from all over the country will stop here to rest.

The best part is the various snack shops on the flyover. Hou Jie ordered some soy milk and some rubber rings. I have to say, I really can't get used to these two things. I just wanted to integrate myself into the cultural life of the old city and finished the meal with difficulty.

In the teahouse, Hou Jie only used his mouth and ears to listen to information.

I slowly passed the time and also heard some general information.

After a while, I heard this tea drinker talking about a gang fight. For the protection fee of a certain day, two groups of people fought each other until they were bloody, robbed several people, and left several disabled. It was as if I was personally involved in the fight.

Then I heard that a traitor had given many good gifts to please the Japanese, and that he had invited people to dinner somewhere, and the dishes were so rich that people were drooling. These were all trivial matters and were not very helpful.

After leaving the teahouse, he bought some snacks. Why did such a young child have money in his hands? This needs to be explained. His mother is an adult now. She is really generous. When she heard him say that he wanted to go out to play, she immediately gave him a dollar. There is no doubt that his mother is really good to him.

The purchasing power of the current ocean is still very strong. As for the French currency, it is depreciating madly. In history, 1937 French currencies could buy a cow in 100, a pig in 1941, a chicken in 1943, and now a fish. If you wait a little longer, 100 French currencies won’t even buy a grain of rice. It’s similar in this time and space. By then, the French currency will be too hard to even wipe your butt.

The dollar still has a certain value retention rate. Now one dollar can buy 18 kilograms of noodles and 4 or 5 kilograms of pork. (Don't be too serious if you are not sure.) You will understand why Hou Jie is so cool.

When he was walking on the street, he saw a few little beggars in ragged clothes begging on the street. He was filled with sympathy, and he hated these the most. As a person who traveled through the 21st century, he could not see beggars on the street at all. When he saw these children at first glance, he almost cried. He bought a few buns, called them over, gave one to each of them, and watched them finish eating. He still understood some things, that he could not give them money. Even if he gave it, they would not be able to keep it, and it might even cause trouble.

"Thank you for the reward, young master." The little beggars raised their dirty little faces, smiled and thanked repeatedly.

This young master is really nice. He hasn't eaten buns for a long time. He is well dressed, wearing silk clothes, clean and tidy, white and beautiful. I wish I could live a life like this. My heart is full of expectations for the future.

Hou Jie is powerless now, he has no money and power, and his words are not taken seriously. When he becomes powerful enough, he will definitely help them.

Seeing them about to leave, he whispered, "Next time I come to the overpass, if there is any interesting news, tell me and I will buy you some buns."

Everyone thanked him happily and agreed that they would definitely do it, and then they left together.

During the war years, there were many orphans. If they met many bad people, their hands and feet would be crippled and they would be forced to beg on the street. Several children have healthy limbs and nothing wrong except pale faces. I hope they are lucky! When I have the ability, I will definitely help them more.

With curiosity, I walked around the street for another hour to experience the customs and people of the Republic of China. When the sky got dark, I turned around and went home. If I went back late, my mother would nag me.