To get rich quickly, you need to be simple and rough

Yan Fugui's wife smacked her lips and said, "It has nothing to do with us. This little bastard is a scoundrel, just like his prodigal father!"

If you offend him, he can smash a hole in your tile in the middle of the night. This guy has never given a shit since he was a child! He is such a piece of shit!

In the past six months, he was able to buy some food and meat with great difficulty, and he finally got up and started making braised meat at home every day.

If others can still ask for some broth and cabbage stew, you little bastard Mu Shu, you are really crazy.

He is even more stingy than his prodigal father, a bad guy with sores on his head and pus under his feet.

Yan Fugui wiped his glasses and said, "Life is getting harder and harder. My salary has increased a little this year, but the price of goods is so high that I can't even keep up with it even if I ride a horse.

Bean sprouts are four yuan a pound, and spinach is two yuan a pound. I only make 260 yuan a month, so I have to spend it carefully.

These days, it’s good enough to eat mixed noodles that are understandable, but the dirt in them is getting more and more damned.”

Yan Fugui's wife also wiped her eyes: "Who said it wasn't true? When will these miserable days end?"

Li Yujin has a bad reputation. Everyone in this area knows that he is a scoundrel. Even good shoes don't step on stinky dog ​​shit. These days, no one dares to mess with scoundrels.

Life became even more difficult the following year. Japan was losing wars abroad and needed even more resources.

They intensified their plundering of the occupied areas, and the braised meat business could no longer be carried on. Not to mention the meat, there wasn't even a single pig hair left.

Some of them were priced ridiculously high, yet they were all bought by the powerful.

Food is becoming increasingly scarce. After the Chinese New Year, the price of food changes every day. Every month, only mixed noodles are sold, and this crappy stuff is in limited supply.

There was no other way, so a group of friends started selling boiled water again. Business was not very good and they could only barely make ends meet.

Fortunately, Li Yujin had been buying corn flour for half a year, and he had used the two boxes of UnionPay bonds he had copied from the bank to buy corn flour.

Li Yujin is the only one who can subsidize these guys. Give each of them ten to twenty kilograms of food every month. If he gives too much, they will become sick.

It’s enough as long as you don’t starve to death. These days, no one in Beijing can eat their fill except traitors, lackeys and Japanese.

By June, fewer and fewer people were buying water. In addition to continuing to sell water, Dali Monkey and his friends occasionally went to the freight station to carry large bags for people.

Now that the situation in Japan has taken a sharp turn for the worse, the Japanese immigrants living in the city have taken their furniture and utensils to the streets to sell them.

At that time, a market was formed in the Dongdan and Dongdadi areas, where Japanese people sold their belongings.

They wanted to sell the things to raise money for the trip back to Japan, but Li Yujin was not idle. This group of scum opened opium dens and brothels in the old city and did great harm to the people.

My family was the victim. We used to live a very prosperous life, but because of opium, we were left with nothing.

Li Yujin decided to give these beasts a ride, seeing that these bastards were about to surrender!

On August 14th, Li Yujin gathered his strength and changed into night clothes at night. He started from Shaanxi Lane. Almost all the opium dens opened by Japanese were located in the Eight Great Hutongs.

Late at night, Li Yujin didn't care about anything else. He just started spreading Datura pollen when he got to the place, and all the Japanese were killed by the throats.

The shop's money was also cleaned out by Madam Qin. The disgusting opium was also collected. She even took away a lot of pipes.

That night, all the opium dens and brothels run by Japanese people were in trouble. Not a single one was left alive.

More than 10,000 Japanese soldiers died in a neat row, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that the blood flowed like a river. Li Yujin let out a sigh of relief, returned home, changed out of his night clothes, put on his underwear, crawled into bed and went to sleep.

Li Yujin was sleeping soundly, but the Japanese were going crazy. All the overseas Chinese and the garrison troops who went out to have fun were killed.

The blood on the ground in Bada Hutong was sticky when you stepped on it.

The Japanese commander in North China, Murashita Dingyi, was almost going crazy. He had just ordered the dispatch of troops to support the Sijiu City for a city-wide search. The troops arrived at noon, and the news of their emperor's surrender also came out at this time.

All the Japanese cried loudly as if their father had died, and all the people in Beijing applauded.

Li Yujin was woken up by the noise outside at noon. The whole city seemed like a sea of ​​joy.

Everyone took to the streets to celebrate the victory. The Japanese, who were usually arrogant, now dared not go out like chickens with a disease.

It's really a changing world. For the past eight years, people in the city have been suffering.

Li Yujin couldn't sleep either. He also wanted to participate in this historic moment.

As he was speaking, his door was slammed:

"Wooden comb! Wooden comb! You're really squatting like a girl! The Japanese have surrendered! Come out quickly! Let's not go out today and have a good meal!"

Li Yujin shouted, "Here we go! Here we go! What a great deal! Let's have some wine and drink two taels!"

When he opened the door and saw a group of friends with smiling faces, the monkey put on all the clothes he had saved.

Dou Chi's hair was combed neatly with water. Li Yujin joked, "Hey guys, are you guys going to visit a brothel? You're so neatly dressed!"

Dali chuckled when he heard this: "Mu Shu is not going to visit a brothel at all. The opium dens and brothels run by Japanese people in the Eight Great Hutongs have been wiped out.

Tens of thousands of people died. Oh my goodness, the Eight Great Hutongs are now full of flies. The Japanese are crying as they transport the dead!"

The child, Ban Bench, said honestly, "Oh my Comb Brother, this story has spread everywhere. They say that the Eight Great Hutongs are evil! This year, they are specifically targeting Japanese people! It seems that the Japanese god was driven away by our god!"

They've provoked the Soul-Calling Rakshasa! Oh, that's going to be so exciting! "

On this day, the city was decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and it was more lively than the New Year. On this day, Li Yujin took his friends to Qianmen to eat stewed pancakes.

This was a rare delicacy. Several people ate it with smiles on their faces, and their combs were bleeding.

Li Yujin knew it was daybreak, but he wasn't ready to rest. Aren't the Japanese hateful? Of course they weren't good people, they were just a bunch of beasts!

But what Li Yujin hated more was actually a group of idiots! They had been helping the Japanese and doing all sorts of bad things over the years!

Expecting the Blue Army to execute them? Forget it, they're saving the country in a roundabout way. Since they won't act, Li Yujin decides to act on his own.

Let’s start with Pan Gui’s grandson. This guy has caused great harm to Tianjin and Beijing over the years.

That night, Pan Gui's home in Jinyu Hutong was ransacked. Li Yujin entered the courtyard, and the diligent lady stretched out countless branches, and the Pan family, young and old, met the King of Hell in their dreams.

This grandson is really good at making money. He has saved five boxes of gold bars and more than 500,000 yuan.