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Chapter 33 Looking for a Gun?

Along the way, Huangguyuan, Huasheng Road, Minli Road, Taiping Street...

In every street and alley, all kinds of gong players from various gangs are playing with the horses brought by the big cart.Even when the refusal horse arrived at the earlier intersection, the refusal horse was already connected end to end, crossing the intersection, leaving only one car wide for people to pass.

More than a dozen gong players wearing gray double-breasted vests stopped and searched people fiercely before rejecting the horse, and then let them go after searching.The posture is very frightening.

Fortunately, Wu Qing and Wu Laosan had already walked through this street.The pedestrians who were blocked behind them only dared to be angry but did not dare to speak.

After Wu Qing and Wu Laosan walked back to the Bachi Alley where their hut was located, Wu Qing felt even worse in his heart.

As soon as they stepped into Bachi Alley, they looked back.

Regardless of the entrance of Bachi Alley behind you, or the streets of Taiping Street outside the alley, and even further outside, at the gate of Huangguyuan on the opposite side of Taiping Street, there are a few horses lined up, with more than a dozen gong players hanging on their waists. Single-handedly, surrounded by groups.

Blocking the way?

And when Wu Qing wanted to pass the Shuidong Bridge, there were as many large carts pulling horses across the street, and there were only a few street corners to pull horses, which was not enough at all.

In other words, the places Wu Qing saw were not the only ones who were blocked.Based on the number of rejected horses, the entire streets of Yujiang might have been blocked.

Wu Qing was surprised.

Warlords fighting in chaos, this world is chaotic enough.Yujiang 28, the official of the boat gang, is quite majestic enough to say it.

But Yu Jiang was not the kind of small town occupied by a small warlord with a few guns and a dozen people who dared to pretend to be a commander.

It is Nanyu Daoshou County and Daoyinzhi County.It is also one of the important transport and industrial cities under the rule of Hu Shuai, a great warlord occupying four provinces.

There is even a mixed brigade stationed outside Yujiang City to ensure the safety of the city.

And now.Wu Qing watched from a distance, and could see the blackness before and after rejecting the horse.

The time to set up the checkpoints coincided with the time when the factories in Yujiang were changing workers, and the remaining gaps for refusing horses were only one car wide, and inspections and body searches were a waste of time. There were more than a dozen beating gongs at an intersection, and only a few were checking pedestrians. , more is shouting, waving a knife, telling people not to make a fuss.

It took only a while, before the horses were turned away, several circles of workers who had changed jobs and returned home were piled up, not to mention all kinds of human and animal-drawn carts crowded in the crowd.

It can be seen that what hinders today is the workers who are off work, and what hinders them tomorrow morning will become the workers who are going to work.The embarrassment of the factory opening tomorrow morning and the workers arriving late can be seen.

There are also all kinds of itinerant vendors, big and small shopkeepers who live outside, managers and commissioners, and even beggars who are begging for food. It is difficult to pass.

It not only hinders transportation, but also hinders industry and commerce, and even hinders public security.

Saying something hurt the interests of all classes in Yu Jiang.Not exaggerating.

I don't know why these gong players did this.

No one came out to stop it.

Shocking enough.

Wu Laosan cursed behind Wu Qing,
"This group of stinking gongs, how can they go to the streets to do business tomorrow?"

Wu Laosan is a barber, a very traditional type of street shave.A shoulder pole, a small copper stove with a sentry tower, a stool, and a small copper stove in the other hand, regardless of rain or shine, have been shuttled through the streets and alleys of Yujiang City for 20 years like a day.

These days, I'm afraid they will be forced to close down.

Wu Qing didn't talk to Wu Laosan, although the movement was not small, it was also strange.But Wu Qing felt that this one had nothing to do with him, and secondly, it was inconvenient for him to go out because he was recovering from his injuries.I don't care too much.

What deserves Wu Qing's attention is that when Wu Qing turns his head, he can see the broken wall next to his house in the middle of the alley.

In a row of bungalows, after the fire, it was pitch black, and the huts collapsed to the point where only half a wall remained.The black sky merged with the darkening night.

The black lacquered broken bricks and tiles are piled up with charcoal beams.It's only been burning for a day, and no weeds have emerged yet.

It is Karen's house.

After Wu Qing burned the umbrella to death, the one-story house it lived in was not spared, but luckily it did not affect the adjacent wall.

"Hey!"

Wu Laosan shouted, waking up Wu Qing who was in a trance.

Wu Qing looked at Wu Laosan, Wu Laosan gave him a hard look,
Don't look!

Wu Qing was amused, knowing that Wu Laosan was in a hurry, but the next door to his house was burned, so it would be more suspicious if he didn't look at it?

The old bookstall at the entrance of Bachi Alley was half closed, and the bald stall owner walked out of the cigarette paper shop at the entrance of the alley. His family operated both the old bookstall and the cigarette paper shop.

The bald-headed stall owner wanted to continue to close the old bookstall, but he looked up and saw Wu Laosan, and wanted to say hello, and saw Wu Qing leaning on crutches and wearing bandages, he couldn't help asking, what was he asking? Mr. Wu,

"Third brother, what did your nephew do?"

A flash of panic flashed in Wu Laosan's eyes, he waved his hands, and said in feigned anger,

"It's not that he didn't learn well, he played gongs with his cousin, and was beheaded. Now he is injured all over, what should we do?"

At the end of the conversation, Wu Laosan turned from anger to sorrow, almost crying.

Wu Qing could tell that Wu Laosan's last sorrow was not an act of faking.Wu Laosan was really worried that his nephew would become a cripple.

The bald stall owner sighed regretfully,
"Oh, Ah Qing, you are really..."

The bald-headed stall owner originally wanted to ask about Xianglian's family, but Mr. Wu's family is next door.It's hard to ask now.

Thanks to the incarnation of TOEIC, Wu Qing knew that she would not be disabled.But it was hard to say anything for a while, and he just stood aside with his mouth pursed.

After sighing several times, the bald stall owner said again,
"Ah Qing, listen to a few words of advice from my uncle. After your injury is healed, find a job to do. Look at the street, what's good about playing gongs? You ask people to cut their wounds. If they are intact, they are not the same as running errands." No rest."

Wu Qing's heart moved, and he asked,

"Uncle, what are they doing, why are they setting up cards?"

The bald stall owner set up a second-hand book stall and was well-informed, so he whispered immediately,
"The Patrol Office lost a renju pistol. Fearing trouble, they asked these gong players to help find it. Here, you see, every person who passes by will be searched."

Wu Qing glanced at the street, and sure enough, everyone who passed by had to be searched.

It turned out to be an order from the Patrol Department, no wonder no one came out to stop it.

But Wu Qing still felt unbelievable,

"The patrolman lost his pistol and asked the gong player to help find it? Isn't it funny that a mouse is looking for food for a cat?"

"That's what you don't know."

The bald stall owner explained,
"They belong to the same family. The gangs like Yu Jiang, the extortionists, the scammers, the protection fees they collect, and the money they make all have a share from the police department. Now the police department asks them to help find a pistol. Not commonplace."

The Patrol Office lost the pistol.The Yujiang gang has to pay the rent to the Patrol Office.

Wu Qing had heard about these two things from Escort Li, but he hadn't thought of this one just now.

Wu Qing still remembered that it was Li Yushi who lost his Nine Shoujians who collected rent from the gang for the patrol department. Li Yushi was also the teacher of the current head of the Yujiang patrol department.

Teachers throw swords, students throw guns.The master and apprentice...

Suddenly Wu Qing's heart moved, he frowned, and asked the bald stall owner,

"How much is a pistol? Do you want Quan Yujiang to set up a card?"

The bald stall owner nodded,

"It's quite expensive. I heard that the gun costs 200 yuan a piece."

Wu Laosan exclaimed from the side,
"It's so expensive."

It's quite expensive. Wu Laosan's business is good in January, and it's only five or six silver dollars. If the business is poor, it may only be three or four silver dollars. 200 silver dollars is enough for him to work for several years.

Wu Qing only felt something was wrong.

He turned to look at the street,

Before rejecting the horse, the crowd was noisy and the goods were piled up.

Quan Yujiang set up a card, and I don't know how many days it has been blocked, but tonight alone, the loss is definitely far more than 200 silver dollars.

Looking for a gun?

(End of this chapter)