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The snow fell frivolous to the ground, silently integrated with the plain earth.

From Hualou Lane to Yudaimen, there was no trace on the dilapidated streets after the fire, and shanty houses were built in the ruins one after another. Those post-war disaster victims struggled to survive in this troubled world. A heavy snow hides all this...

The quiet picture was shattered by the sudden sound of dense horseshoes. Li wanted to take a team of commandos to fly through this area. Frequent reviews running to the front, looking at this dilapidated scene.

Through the jade belt gate, this is another world. The pavilions, restaurants and pavilions of rich families who were not robbed by the war fire were covered with a layer of desolate snow in the wind and snow. From time to time, the sound of morning bells in the distant mountain temple is majestic and melodious.

People have been seen on the streets here one after another. These people are dressed in rags and their expressions are numb, watching them gallop by.

Li wanted to hold the rein of the horse, and Jian Ma gave a long hiss. The snowflake fell in front of his eyes. Li wanted to hold the rein of the horse and took half a circle in place. Suddenly, he stepped off the horse and ran quickly. Twenty golden eagle guards quickly followed him. When I approached, I found a man lying upside down in the snow. Because of the thick snow, it was white, and I couldn't see it clearly in the distance.

Li wanted to brush off the snow on a person in a hurry. The man was not very old, about 20 years old. He wore a tin green hemp hat on his head. His bald head after cutting his braids had been about two months, and his gray hair was half an inch long. The cotton robe seemed to have been beaten by birds, and the broken cotton wool like rotten mutton oil appeared. Looking at his face, he was as yellow and purple as ginger, his eyes were closed, he was frozen, and his eyebrows and hair were frosty.

Li Xiang hurriedly pulled off the big coat on his body, wrapped it around him, and picked him up with great effort. The two golden eagle guards hurriedly grabbed him and took the man from his hand.

There were some refugees waiting to die in the corner. Because of his behavior, he turned around silently, revealing a frozen white face and looking at him without expression.

Song Que took a closer look and couldn't help sighing and saying, "Marshal! This is also common. People will not freeze to death that winter, not to mention the war years. Send it to Liujiazhuang Huarenchang in the west of the city.

Li Xiang was so angry that he raised his head and scolded angrily, "It's so easy to say that this is a human life!" Do you still look like a revolutionary?

Li wanted to say this, and the semi-conscious refugees couldn't help turning their heads and looking at him excitedly and surprised.

Song Que couldn't help but jump and said anxiously, "Marshal, but he has frozen to death."

"You have to see it clearly before you die." As Li wanted to say, he tried it under the young man's nose with his hand. He took his hand and touched it: "He is not dead yet! Make a bowl of ginger soup. No, get some hot wine first!"

The golden eagle guards looked at each other and stood still. On the street, where did they go?

Song Que took out a small bottle of vodka from his arms and hurriedly said, "Go and knock on this shop and heat up the wine... Why don't you hurry up?"

Li Xiangtie stood up with a face and shouted, "Go to the military and government to greet people, rescue the sick refugees on the street, and send them to the nearest private houses for rescue."

Seeing that Song Que was still a little hesitant, he stared at him and shouted, "Sent someone immediately!"

"At dawn, I saw that the people from the Relief Committee came out of Liu Yuan, and I guess they were about to search here." Song Que said, "Marshal, Feng Xiaoyu has tried his best, but there are too many refugees who need relief, and there is not much food for the military and government. In the past few days, the soldiers have tightened their belts for training! What is used now is the reserve of military food!"

Li Xiang is not talking. Today, he has to pry open the granary of the Eight Business Gangs!

Finally, a shop was opened. The golden eagle guards carried the frozen refugee into the store, and a bottle of warm liquor was poured down. For about a moment, the young man's eyes opened slightly and closed.

Li Xiangqi sighed and said, "Shopkeeper, clean up the room and let him lie down for a few days."

The shopkeeper couldn't help hesitating: "This military master is also trouble-thought. He saves people and feeds people... But my small shop is also difficult to protect itself. It is robbed by a group of bandits and villains in Beiyang. Every day, I just go to the porridge shed to get some relief to live..."

Li Xiang also knew the difficulties of these stores, so he said, "Saving a person's life is better than building a seven-level Futu. Besides, it's not good to save people. In this way, let him rest with you first, and wait for the people of the relief club to come and let them take it away.

The shopkeeper quickly nodded and said, "Yes, yes, just do as the military master ordered."

Li wanted to nod and went out and took Song Que straight to Zhao's house.

The face of the Zhao family is wide, and the guards at the door are carrying Mao Se. Hankou people call it "Zhao Jiaban". Thinking about how arrogant the boy was when he met Zhao Youcheng's sashi in Hankou for the first time, you can imagine how fierce the Zhao family was. The horse piles were piled in rows, all of which were worn out. Several towering locust trees stand. Although it looks a little deserted, that kind of richness is not comparable to ordinary mansions!

Zhao Fu is waiting for him, General Li, today. Li Xiang and Song Kui and his party got off at the door and invited those neatly dressed "Zhao Jiaban" escorts in.

Song Que had other arrangements. Li wanted to follow the old steward all the way through the triple door and went straight to the back garden.

The blue-gray bricks on the ground are spotless. The curtains of the four houses are hanging down, and the lawns on both sides are covered with snow. The maid in soft-soled shoes walked through. His footsteps seemed to provoke an empty echo in all around.

It's about to walk a long way and arrive at the door of the back garden. Looking up, a flying eaves was hidden in the rock. There seems to be someone upstairs who is working with the palace management. A gentle and soft voice sang leisurely.

In the sound of the piano, Li couldn't help looking back and looking at the corner of the eaves. Li wanted to smile, shook his head secretly, and grew outside the pavilion.

After slowly stepping into the garden, the garden is wrapped in silver, pink and jade, and the rockery stone corridor is extraordinary. Adding a burst of clear and leisurely piano sound to the ears, it made people feel relaxed and happy, like entering a fairyland.

After a few twists and turns, it has already arrived in front of a pavilion with an Atlantic glass window built on the lake facing the water.

With their guard down, a maid smiled at Li Xiang and stood in front of the hanging bamboo curtain and whispered, "Miss, the guest has arrived."

Suddenly, Zhao Youyu's happy laughter sounded inside: "Please!"

Walking into the flower hall pavilion, Li Xiang suddenly felt that the warmth was hot. This year, Wuhan is much colder than his era, and he can't stop the cold in a military cotton-padded coat.

The pavilion is extremely bright, and there are bleak and desolate lake views in winter on all sides. The remnants of the lotus root are full of eyes.

Li Xiang couldn't help but be amazed. The woman with ten slender fingers and stroking the piano was actually Zhao Youyu. She was wearing a short jacket of silver mink rat skin, which made her elegant, red lips and white teeth. At a glance, when she saw that Li wanted to come in, Zhao was happy in his eyes and hurriedly reached out and pressed the strings.

The sound of the piano stopped. Zhao Youyu got up, and his plain face was slightly blushed. He was slightly blessed and said, "I've seen... Marshal!"

Li wanted to see that she was wearing a light blue pick-line skirt. When she went down to the ground, she faintly showed light red makeup knee trousers on the bottom of the skirt, and golden red phoenix-headed high-sole shoes. At this station, the tall man, a pair of sapphire pendants under the ingot-like delicate ears, gently shaken, with a unique elegant beauty.

A hundred years later, such a talented woman was almost extinct.

Li Xiang smiled and said, "You look like a young lady like this... Do you also like "Changtingwai"?"

Zhao Youyu's pretty face turned red. She remembered the first meeting with Li Xiang. She carried a gun and took a group of family to support the revolutionary army... The song "Outside the Changting" was heard that it was written by Li Xiang. She played it unconsciously, so she laughed softly and said, "The commander Yunwen Yunwu, this song is sad but not hurt. It can become the Yangguan Sandie in the new era.

Li Xiang couldn't help blushing and said with a dry smile, "By chance, by chance... How about asking you?"

Zhao Youyu smiled and then looked at Li Xiang quickly. He looked a little strange, but Li Xiang didn't notice it.

"The old man agreed. Just watch it. Let's sing a good play together."

Li Xiang Zhanyan smiled and said, "It's hard for you. Without our help in such harsh weather, I don't know how many people will die this winter? It's not very cold here. It's really cold in the north. It's dripping into ice. When he said this, he looked out of the window and was slightly distracted.

Zhao Youyu's cheeks were slightly hot. She bit her lip and said gently, "Your Excellency, what's wrong with you?"

Li Xiang was stunned for a moment before he suddenly said, "Ah? Oh..." He took a long breath and said, "On the way here, I met a refugee who almost froze to death..."

"Ah!" Zhao Youyu's eyes widened.

"Alas..." Li wanted to shake his head and sighed, "A hundred thousand people are cold and hungry. How can they stand it? ...It's not that there's nothing I can do, and I won't think about them..."

Thinking of this, Li was a little unhappy. He sighed and said, "Are they all here?"

Zhao Youyu smiled and said, "It should be all here. Let's go and have a look."

In the council hall of the Zhao family, representatives of the Huashang clan gathered here. Li wanted to hide secretly in the hall with Zhao Youyu and eavesdrop on the movement outside.

The curtains in the council hall have been put down. A lot of gas lamps were placed in the room, which made the room shine brightly. There is a deep and shallow shadow on everyone's face. Everyone has a solemn face.

There are not many people in this room. It is the leading figures of the Hankou Chinese Business Association, and the heads of the eight business gangs are all there. Among these eight families, the Zhao family is respected, and even Cai Fuqing, the general manager of the Chamber of Commerce, has to give some face. The heads of the families, as well as the eldest sons of the family, gathered here, looking like Mr. Zhao, who is old for many years.

When Chinese people meet, it is inevitable to say some greetings first. Even if these bigwigs are full of thoughts.

Cai Fuqing quickly arched his hand and said, "Mr. Zhao, thank you for your hard work! Oh, I haven't lost weight like this in a few days!"

"Brother Fuqing," Master Zhao saluted slightly and said, "The old man sent his family Zhao Dezi to the house to submit a letter this morning. He must have read it?"

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