Early the next morning, Li Fengzhu, who had barely slept all night, rushed to the local court in advance. She expected that the focus of discussion in the teahouse today would inevitably be Ma Shouhua's case again, not only today, but also in the past three days, the interviewers must have bothered to inquire about this matter. If you don't show up, won't you let the clues go in vain?

At this time, the teahouse was still very idle, and there were two men squatting at the door who looked like father and son, each with a mouthful of toothpaste foam in their mouths, and the old man said: "There is nothing to say, those who come and go without a trace are not mortals." Besides, what kind of person is Ye Jishi, what kind of lawsuit is lacking in morality, what is he fighting. ”

Shao opened his mouth and laughed, and his mouth full of foam still couldn't cover his big yellow front teeth: "I can pay attention to it in the past two days, none of the three Daguan of "Ta Kung Pao", "Yi Shi Bao", and "Yong Pao" mentioned the Japanese, if this news is taken and sold, ......"

"Sell?" the old one sprayed a little foam on his face, "It's not that people don't know, they don't dare to know, you still dare to say it, you're not afraid of losing your head!"

"I made an appointment with them to trade at the dock, took the money, and I put on a work uniform and hid in the boiler room to take a big boat and run away!"

Li Fengzhu heard it very unpleasantly in her ears, everyone knew the truth, and no one dared to say it, and no one could say it, so how could people not panic in their hearts? She exhaled, walked to the grass shed next to the teahouse and sat down: "A bowl of rice porridge." ”

The stall owner replied in a loud voice, "Yes." Why don't you do something?"

"There's here. Li Fengzhu took out the cold steamed buns he took from the canteen last night from his bag and replied with a smile.

After filling his stomach, a guy in the teahouse came out to lay the board.

The interviewers who slept on the second floor came down to have breakfast, but Li Fengzhu still found a corner to sit down. However, today I came to show my true face, and although I was wearing pants and flat heels, I still could not escape the attention of some people.

There are always no less than five minutes of the moment, and the whispers that linger in the teahouse revolve around her.

Until a tall man with a mustache came in, asked for a bowl of high foam, and turned to the crowd: "I had good luck last night, and I won a few buckets! With that, he opened his shirt and took out a whole box of cigarettes and divided them all the way. When I got to Li Fengzhu, I saw that she lowered her head and left with a smile.

This time, the room was full of laughter and polite words. Someone asked, "Where did your brother get rich?" and most of the eyes then looked at the mustache. This reaction told Li Fengzhu that this person was not a frequent visitor and did not know anyone. It seems that getting a few dollars is not enough to give a room full of people to share cigarettes, either to hide the winnings, or to have a later story, and to see how he behaves.

Li Fengzhu thought so, so he took a sip of tea. With a roll of his eyes, he looked out of the half-open window, and it happened that a car was parked opposite. A woman walked out of the cab and came this way, slim, arrogant, and walking like the wind, as if she had seen it somewhere.

When the woman stepped inside, it was none other than Fang Xiaorou, the eldest lady.

Looks like it's going to be a good show.

Sure enough, I saw Fang Xiaorou walking briskly, completely running towards the direction of the Bazi Hu station. Less than five or six steps away, I saw Li Fengzhu huddled in the corner through three tables. Although the two had never spoken directly, there was a kind of contempt in their eyes that caused them to be too aware of each other's every move. In the midst of the lightning, Fang Xiaorou turned around and changed her mind, so she had to find a secluded corner to stay.

At this time, it was less than two hours before the original defendant appeared in court, and Li Fengzhu felt a little uneasy. Two rows of teeth slammed against the rim of the teacup, taking small sips.

Bazi Hu handed out a circle of cigarettes and found a seat to rest. I lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, and within a minute, half of a cigarette was smoked. When the time was almost up, he pulled out a long tone and shouted, "Yo, ouch!"

Li Fengzhu, who was holding his breath and concentrating, returned to the right cup, and suddenly put it to his lips again, staring at Fang Xiaorou not far away with his remaining eyes.

"You guys, it's moldy! I said it didn't smell right. ”

When the interviewers heard this, they rushed forward to take a look, and a few of them who had been holding cigarettes on their ears immediately took them off and took out the paper outside to study them carefully.

If it hadn't been for Li Fengzhu, Fang Xiaorou would have made a difference in the first place, but now it seems that she has changed her strategy and just let it go.

The interviewer surrounded the mustache in the middle, and listened to him complain loudly to the big guy: "How can Ma Shouhua sell cigarettes be as virtuous as himself, black-hearted!"

It turned out that he wanted to start from this point, Li Fengzhu thought so and put the cup down. According to the above analysis of Fang Xiaorou's state here, she didn't know much about the group of interviewers. But once she knew, in just three days, she could find value in this group of people. Compared with inciting neighbors, word-of-mouth is far less efficient than interviewers submitting articles to newspapers and periodicals with a stroke of a large pen. Fortunately, Ma Shouhua has not moved anything else in Jinmen except for life in Tianjin over the years, so this idea is a bit nonsense, and it is logically unreliable. However, Li Fengzhu was not in a hurry to stand up and expose it, and first look at what kind of hat the consulate was deliberately making small moves on the one hand, and what kind of hat he wanted to buckle for Ma Shouhua.

Listen carefully, the accent of the mustache is changing subtly: "The old and young masters have come to take a look, what is written." The patriotic people unanimously switched to smoking General Ma Shouhua's cigarettes to win glory for the nation. My old lady kept her home all day long, saying that when General Ma goes back to clean up the Japanese, the old and young masters of our family will have to go to him, and they are not allowed not to go, and if they don't go, they are not patriotic, and if they are not patriotic, they are not filial piety. We ordinary people still have something to say about the country, but this piece of loyalty has been trampled by Ma Shouhua, a liar! Look, what kind of thing is this? I can't do it well, I don't dare to expect him to lead the troops. When it comes to war, the cannonballs are going to get wet, and the incense of our whole family can be ......."

borrowed the quality of Ma Shouhua's brand cigarettes to contact Ma Shouhua's character, so as to create pressure and warn young adults not to listen to his response and go to the Northeast to fight the Japanese invaders.

Li Fengzhu couldn't help but sneer in his heart: It's really a poisonous plan!

At this time, Fang Xiaorou finally couldn't sit still, got up and said, "Isn't it the court on the other side, let the magistrate inside judge the case for you." ”

When it comes to their work positions, the two journalist ladies seem to be opposites. Li Fengzhu believes in the truth, while Fang Xiaorou pays attention to communication. After thinking about it a few times, Fang Xiaorou thought that it didn't matter if she showed a little bit of horse's feet, the one who became the king was the king and the one who was defeated was the coward, as long as the history books of the Tianjin newspaper were written by her in the future, it didn't matter what kind of sore feet she was caught today. Therefore, she decided to go on with the usual.

Li Fengzhu secretly thought in his heart, if such a group of bastards who make a living by selling literature were swarmed into the courthouse, I was afraid that the scene would get out of control. He stepped forward and explained: "This is a signboard played by the manufacturer to attract customers, and it is not operated by General Ma Shouhua himself. ”

"Take it and take a look. As he spoke, someone stretched out his long arm and shook it from the top of his beard, and held the iron box steadily, "Look at this line of small characters, Shanghai Fuchang Tobacco." It's not that it has nothing to do with Ma Shouhua at all. ”

"But I bought it for him. "The mustache is very imposing.

There were three or two people who were about to walk away when they spoke, and they all brushed their sleeves and said, "Then he has to know if it's not." ”

Across the crowd, Fang Xiaorou looked at Li Fengzhu's righteous face and rolled her eyes lightly. With a solemn face, he took a step forward and asked the nonsense: "Will smoking moldy cigarettes harm your health?" Tobacco is not good for your health, will moldy smoke threaten your life?"

The mustache seemed to have received some instructions, and he slapped his thighs vigorously and shouted regret, and his wife and mother shouted more than a dozen times, except for howling a few spittle stars, there were absolutely no tears.

But a few people who persuaded him to relax early in the morning returned to their seats, crossed Erlang's legs, smoked one bite at a time, and laughed at everyone: "I'm not afraid, I've already smoked a big cigarette, and I won't live long." ”

Li Fengzhu hugged his arms, his gaze crossed the figures, and finally landed on Fang Xiaorou. The moment the four eyes collided, Fang Xiaorou immediately turned her head and went straight out.

It seems to be an end, but Li Fengzhu feels that the successive incidents are not isolated, and I am afraid that there will be a follow-up today.

The eyes of the eight-character beard also chased Fang Xiaorou far away, and the originally upright posture suddenly dropped by half a cut, raised his hand and scratched his beard, and then asked reluctantly: "By the way, isn't it the court when you cross the street, don't you care about this?"

It seemed that one or two of the interviewers were so clever that they smelled some sneakiness in this person, and replied coldly: "You have to go in and say, stand here and say, can the judge hear it?"

The mustache wandered in place, his mouth open and closed, and his two hands clenched into fists restlessly, tucked into his stomach.

Seeing this, Li Fengzhu had a shameful smile in his heart, and saw that Fang Xiaorou had abandoned him and left alone, so he simply added fuel to the joke: "Yo, I see that this big brother is scared, why don't we accompany him?"

When you cross the street, you have to go to see the official, and you really have to have three long and two short, and of course you will die in the public court if you go out and die. But the problem is that there is nothing, isn't it just to beg for scolding and beating?

Bazihu stood alone, and couldn't help but shudder when he thought of this, and fell down on the chair: "Alas, I'll go, oops, you...... I'm not feeling well, I'm going to the hospital!"

Li Fengzhu ignored it anymore, took the observer certificate and went all the way to the civil court.

The secretary of the prosecutor's office was checking press cards, and filming was not allowed in the courtroom, and many stolen cameras were detained outside the door.

Fang Xiaorou stood at the end of the line, a shallow bite mark on her red lips, silently venting her previous dissatisfaction.

Li Fengzhu stepped forward silently, but unexpectedly, Fang Xiaorou only had half of her face sideways, the corners of her eyes were obliquely raised, her eyes were cold, and she said "Luckily" in a weird way. Li Fengzhu was a little surprised, but quickly accepted the provocation and returned it with the word "long admiration".