Prologue Looking back, it has been a hundred years 9

The four people walked aimlessly. Li Xiang turned his eyes straight, and he also wanted to understand Song Jiaoren's mission to come to Hankou this time.

He held a whole coat of a gentleman's style in a very old British mansion. Although his suit was dirty and messy, he squeezed out a little chic taste. He stopped, bowed to the ground again, and looked at Song Jiaoren. He said, "It is everyone's responsibility for the rise and fall of the country. For the great cause of the revolution, I am willing to put on the liver and brain to the ground, so as to work hard. I am willing to die for Mr. Song at will. Shasha has the desire to rise and fall, and Bolang has no attack on Qin!"

The words were impassioned and passionate, and there was a sound of gold and jade on the ground. Qiu Jin's two poems, not to let Xu Mei, have inspired countless benevolent people to die generously. Li wanted to copy it by hand, and he would be more spied.

Song Jiaoren, who had been silent, stopped and couldn't help looking up at him again. Du Xinwu and Jiang Shoudan, two ancient Jianghu tycoons, are even more pleasing to him no matter how they look at it.

Du Xinwu clapped his hands fiercely and said to Song Jiaoren with a smile, "How about it? It's also a good help."

"People, bloody, men!" Jiang Shoudan said in a muffled voice, saying, collapsed a stone far away, and said, "There is nothing missing in my mountain gate, but paper fans and straw shoes. If you don't mind, just hang out with me."

Paper fan straw shoes are the secret words of the underworld. The common people call him a dog-headed military strategist, and foreign nouns call him a staff officer.

"No, no, no," Li Xiang shook his hand and laughed repeatedly. He joked that Ping Liuli's righteous deeds were the most righteous in history since the establishment of the League, but he was suppressed by the inhumane and bloody suppression of the Qing court. The leading bosses of the Lao Association were almost dead. They made paper fan shoes for him, but they were afraid that death would not end well.

Thinking about it, there is a chill on my back. Li Xiang shook his hand and shook his head, but he saw that Jiang Shoudan, the "corporal Lixian", was rejected by him. His face could no longer hang up, and he sank into a thick dark cloud. Li wanted to quickly explain, "How can I do it? The big leader is so valued, but the paper fan staff officer is so important, but I'm afraid that it will delay the big leader's planning and military aircraft. Such an important position involves such a revolutionary cause. I really can't bear it because my shoulders are narrow.

Li Xiang is not stupid. He just wants to rely on Song Jiaoren and hold the thigh of the alliance. As long as you get on the ship of the alliance, you don't have to worry about not having a chance to climb up. There are also high-risk olive branches thrown by Jiang Shoudan, who is on the cliff. What's more, we have to rely on Hankou, waiting for the arrival of the 1911 Revolution. As a meritorious official of the founding of the country, the glory and wealth of a lifetime will be nailed.

Song Jiaoren is not an idiot. How can he be confidant when he met for the first time, that is, to lead Li to join the core of this big event? But it's a pity that such a clever person dares not use it.

Song Jiaoren bowed his head and walked aimlessly, meditating for a while. Suddenly, he looked up, stared at Li Xiang with burning eyes, and said, "We still have important things to do, just rest here for the time being. Please leave me an address and wait at ease. I will send someone to pick you up.

Li Xiang was a little frustrated. He bowed and said bold words, but the performance was very tired, but he only got a verbal acceptance like Song Jiaoren. But when you think about it, you can also understand.

It's almost noon when I broke up with Song Jiaoren and others.

Unconsciously, I have walked to the pier of the Siguan Temple. The wide road along the river is shaded by trees and the lawn is green. The greening of the city is better than that of the 21st century. Most of the houses here are foreign-style houses, and the most are Gothic foreign-style buildings. Looking up to see how tall the tallest foreign-style house is, the hat has to slide down first. The huge advertisement fell on the most conspicuous place. It was a foreign woman model who was dressed and improved, revealing the roots of her white flowers and thighs, and opened high forks. It was really amorous. The towering telegraph poles are also covered with fresh dog skin advertisements. Li can't help sighing that the advertising industry in this era has been so developed. But everything here is very reminiscent of old Shanghai: the prosperity of paper and gold seems to be beaten by wind and rain at any time.

The pier has always been the most lively place. From afar, I heard the shouts of selling roast chicken braised pork, wonton dumplings, and pot paste bean jelly. The wide streets are crowded with small vendors on both sides, such as antique jade, needles and threads, old clothes, satin, clay figurines, porcelain, celebrity calligraphy and paintings, dismantling words and gossiping, and selling plasters in the world.

Although the disaster-stricken exiles have been gathering in Hankou and chaos has been born, the lives of living people will continue. In the end, the Manqing Dynasty maintained this paper shelf, the market in Hankou maintained a limited order, and the city was still full of deformed prosperity.

Li Xiang is really a little hungry at this time. He drank a little porridge last night. Can he not be hungry? The fragrant snacks along the street have a strong ** power for him. Li wanted to swallow a mouthful of water and squeezed through a section of the road. In front of him was the wharf of the Fourth Official Hall.

There are a lot of dockers, and the situation is no different from Waitou Street, except for selling food, there is no groceries. This is a big wharf, and cargo ships and passenger ships are all divided. People are surging. Whether in ancient or modern times, these places are snack camps. Li couldn't control his footsteps and smelled the fragrance and went deeper and deeper.

The small vendors were sweating on their heads, holding plates, loudly reporting the name of the dishes, and busy delivering food to the childish Xiaohu table. Li's feet seemed to have taken root and could no longer move.

On the face is a burden to buy Changsha stinky tofu. The oil pot is sizzling. It is fragrant for ten miles. The river wind on the dock is fierce, but it can't blow away this stinky fragrance. It tastes very good, with the flavor of Changsha Fire Palace.

There was an aunt standing by the stall, shouting in a Hunan accent, "Changsha stinky dry man!" The hard-working area attracts customers. There is only an old man and a young man beside the stall who are eating fragrant, spicy fried stinky tofu with relish.

There was a man beside the wall who looked at Mr. Li's words, but he kept looking at Li Xiang, who was dressed in a different dress. Li wanted to pay attention to him, but his eyes were green like wolves, and he couldn't move away from the black fried stinky tofu in the snow-white porcelain bowl.

"Boss, give me a bowl of stinky tofu. Put less peppers, wrap them in oil paper, and I'll get on the boat to eat.

This sound is crisp and pleasant, but it is not as delicious as stinky tofu. Li wanted to think so and couldn't help swallowing.

A pair of fibers took over the oil paper bag and paid two copper plates. Lixiang's fierce eyes like a wolf slightly left the stinky tofu wrapped in oil paper, and looked at his little white hands, which was beautiful and delicious. Li wants to think that everything he sees now can be associated with food.

The girl turned around and walked to the stack in the crowd. She turned around and looked at the evil wolf in front of the stinky tofu stall with a very angry look. It was this one, but the girl's eyes suddenly lit up with a trace of brilliance and exclaimed, "It's you!"

"Well, who is it?" Li wanted to look up with difficulty. It turned out to be the beautiful female student of the church girls' school who was saved by the hero of Xinsheng Street. She was so surprised that she forgot her hunger for the time being and said with a smile, "It's you!"

"Thank you!" She blushed slightly and thanked Li Xiang for his previous hug. At this time, the ancient style of the world still exists, and she didn't forget to ask, "Don't you know your name?"

Although the ancient style still exists at this time, it will not be bloody to say that the little woman has nothing to repay, but only to promise with her body.

"I don't dare to be a benefactor, but I just can't get used to it (in fact, he was more angry and unaccustomed at that time was that he was attacked by Zhao Youcheng before he touched it)... My name is Li Xiang." Li wanted to be a little listless, and after the joy of seeing the beautiful woman again, he was endlessly hungry. The saint said that he was full of warm thoughts, which was not true at all. Li wants to be a hungry and invincible beautiful girl in front of him. He didn't have any evil thoughts, but just stared at the stinky tofu wrapped in oil paper in her hand with green eyes.

This girl has seen a man staring at her and drooling, but she has never seen a man just staring at a bag of stinky tofu in her hand. How many days has he been so hungry without eating? Seeing that he is dressed in a dress, he is also educated and cultivated, but he is also embarrassed. Is it the son of a fallen family? Or some kind of prince who was killed?

Seeing that he was not very hungry, he only stared at the stinky tofu fiercely and swallowed saliva while watching. She embarrassedly handed the stinky tofu wrapped in oil paper to him and whispered, "Mr. Li, please use a little. There is nothing good here... When you go to Wuchang, I'll treat you to a good meal."

Li Xiang had all the smell in his heart at this time. A sour and astringent bitter water surged up his throat. He was so hungry that he came back. He was really at a loss. Before crossing, he had parents at home and money in his bank card. It was the first time that he had no food and clothing. Li wanted to sigh with emotion, and it was just a blink of an eye. He pulled open the oil paper bag, grabbed a piece of stinky tofu and swallowed it, and said vaguely, "I'm ashamed..."

Li thought that he was heartless, but he couldn't feel ashamed at all...

"What's the shame?" The girl smiled and said, "People grow up eating grains and miscellaneous grains, not immortals. They can do whatever they want - Zhu Hongwu still wants to eat..."

She typed out Zhu Hongwu's metaphor, and Li Xiang didn't feel ashamed. He just wanted to count the romantic figures and look at today! He said a little unsatisfiedly, "Don't go to Wuchang to treat me to a good meal. It's enough to treat me to two more pancakes."

The girl was stunned and laughed out, as brilliant as a summer flower. Lixiang is really welcome.

Li Xiang doesn't want to be polite and love face. If you have face, you will have no stomach. Fill your stomach, first.

The two came to a pancake stall again. Li Xiang pointed his hand and said, "Boss, bake two cakes for me."

"Good! Master, please wait a moment." The boss was used to asking one more question, "Master, do you want to add eggs?"

"What's wrong? Don't you look down on me?" Li imagined that the cat was stepped on its tail. He asked two extremely angry questions in a row, and stretched out two fingers and roared, "Add two!"

The girl looked at the side and trembled with laughter.

With two eggs and two pancakes, Li Xiang's whole body was warm and his stomach was full. When I peeked at the beautiful female student, the beautiful girl harmed the country and the people. Thinking of the ugliness of the reincarnation of the ghost who had just starved to death, she immediately felt unnatural all over.

When the two walked to the dock platform, she was about to get on the boat. Li wanted to seize the last opportunity and ask, "What's your name? Can you tell me?"

Li wanted to ask abruptly. He didn't dare that the girl received a new education. He didn't think so, but said generously, "My name is Tang Yuewan."

"Is your home in Wuchang?" Li wants to inquire about her home address.

"Hmm." Tang Yuewan nodded, and the words were a little cold. She silently took out the bag. There were about dozens of copper and two foreign silver dollars in it. She sent it to Li Xiang and said with embarrassment, "You keep these. Thank you very much today."

"No, no, no!" Li wanted to shake his hands immediately and rubbed her for a meal when he was very hungry. If he really wanted to take a girl's money, he really didn't have such a thick face. He simply said in panic, "How can this work?"

"What is this?" Tang Yuewan said with a smile, "Do you dislike it? It's a loan to you, and you have to pay it back. Tang Hualong of the Advisory Bureau is my father, and it's easy to find it in my family.

Tang Yuewan said, stuffed the money into Li Xiang's arms, jumped on the deck without turning his head, and stared at the boat.

Li wanted to stare at the back of the faraway plain clothes and boarded the deck of the passenger ship with the flow of people. The figure that appeared in the bow was peerless and independent. The skirt swaying out her charming figure in the river wind, accompanied by the green silk lingering dance, disturbing one after another, and the dust sighed gently.