Because there are not many ordinary people who have collected portraits of Mr. Shandong, and there are not many people who have a whim to post them to ward off evil spirits, Zhang Meixi doesn't know about it.

The beliefs of the Chinese have always been the most lovable, they emphasize pragmatism, take it out and post it to ward off evil spirits, it is naturally good to be useful, if it is useless, tear it off and take it to start a fire, it is not a waste.

Most people don't burn incense to worship Buddha on weekdays, only when something happens, or get sick, or in order to get rich and promoted, they will go to temporarily burn incense and worship, it's like a deal, I visit you, you give me benefits. Ordinary monks and Taoists can also be distinguished, as for whether Guanyin Bodhisattva belongs to the leadership of monks or Taoist leaders, there are not too many people among the people who are not very clear.

Ling Guo, a classmate of Huiwen Girls' High School, shook the phone and said that more than half of the students did not attend class. Huiwen's inspector was very anxious and made a notice and asked her if she had received it.

Zhang Meixi naturally didn't receive anything, and the two talked a few more words, and then they heard Ling Guo's sister crying on the other side of the phone.

The two hurriedly said goodbye to each other and hung up the phone.

Regarding the war, Uncle Huang is still very calm:

"There have been a few times before, and even the 300-year-old Qing Dynasty has died. That Yuan Dashuai, who is the president and the emperor, has also tossed back and forth a few times. We live in the concession, and we all have to give foreigners some face, so we are not afraid. ”

Uncle Huang Si talked about the rise and fall of the country.

Aunt Huang Si should pay more attention to specific housework:

"When there is a war, you should buy more food, and the more briquettes you have, the better."

Now there has been no firewood in Uncle Huang's mansion for many years, and the kitchen is full of iron stoves burning briquettes under the stove. It's just that because the weather is getting warmer, the briquettes are bought once a week, and very little is stored.

So in a panic, I sent people out to buy everywhere, but fortunately, all the shops in the market were still open, but the prices had nearly doubled.

Uncle Huang's mansion master and servant, plus Miss Zhang Meixi's peach and apricot, also has twenty mouths, eating is the first big thing, and all kinds of things have to be bought.

Aunt Huang Si went to the kitchen in person, counted carefully, and saw a bag of rice, which was very inferior, mixed with fine sand stones and black northern indica rice. I had to sigh and scold the grain store for being black-hearted.

I also bought a car of briquettes, because I was afraid of rain, so they all piled up under a corridor outside the side hall, although it looked very unsightly, but in extraordinary times, it was not good to be too particular.

The coachman in Huang Si's uncle's mansion is the most anxious, and every time there is a war, gasoline is the first to run out of stock, probably because it belongs to strategic materials.

The school worker of Huiwen Girls' High School came over and sent a notice from the school inspector to her parents, which read:

"Although the war rebellion is worrying, the education of the children is like a cloth and corn that cannot be abandoned every day, and it has now been decided that the school will open as usual. In the old days of the Great War in Europe, the sky was covered with anti-bomb nets, and the roar of artillery could be heard in the ears, but classes were still held in the schools below. In this extraordinary spirit, we should not let them focus on beauty. I hope that parents can understand this meaning and continue to send their children as if nothing happened, which is not only a benefit for the family and the school, but also a local and national honor. (Excerpt from Ye Shengtao's "Mr. Pan in Trouble", 1924)

Zhang Meixi read the school's notice, packed up her textbooks, and went to school. Aunt Huang Si naturally didn't allow it, took her hand, and cried:

"Death can't let you out of this door, if you have a good lai, how can you explain it to Mrs. Liugu."

Zhang Meixi knew that in fact, the entire concession was safe, and there was no need to accompany the fourth aunt to cry and laugh and put on a show, so she still went back to her room to read.

Uncle Huang's fifth uncle came over with his family, and he didn't leave when it was time to eat, so Huang's fourth aunt had to entertain a meal. Aunt Huang Wu was really polite, and made it clear that she wanted to eat white duck and chicken thighs and cabbage soup.

The maid in the kitchen complained in a very loud voice:

"I still eat live chickens and ducks, but I'm afraid that after a few days, I won't be able to touch the eggs, ducks and eggs."

The Huang family's coachman answered:

"As soon as you hear this, you are also a person who has never suffered hardship, you can't even touch the grass roots outside, and there are people who starve to death."

Originally, several concessions in Shanghai combined also had 2 million citizens. As soon as the news of the war came out, more than 100,000 people poured in. A small half of these refugees have gone to visit relatives and friends or stay in hotels. There is still nowhere to go, dragging their families and wandering on the cement road in the concession.

After a day or two, I didn't eat, drink, or talk, and even excretion was a huge problem. At the corners of various buildings, feces and urine are flowing everywhere, and residents are also closed doors, afraid of refugees looting.

Naturally, the foreigner does not care about these things, and to rectify the order of the concession, it is still up to the Chinese themselves. The celebrities, gentlemen, Mrs. Shuyuan, and philanthropists in the society have stood up to preside over the work.

Slowly, order began to be restored.

Refugees were resettled in churches, Buddhist monasteries, and large theaters. and he provided rice according to the head of the person.

Naturally, the money to buy rice and grain is a donation from all walks of life.

Zhang Meixi only donated twice, once when a classmate from Huiwen Girls' High School came to collect donations. Zhang Meixi referred to the number of other students.

Ling Guo was 100 yuan, Qinglin was 20 yuan, Wan Xian'er was 20 yuan, and she also paid 100 yuan.

Another time was the deputy mayor of Huang's uncle who organized donations, and Huang's fourth uncle's mansion paid 300 yuan, and Huang's fifth uncle's mansion paid 50 yuan.

Aunt Huang Wu also said in a long tone:

"We also have a female movie star here, how can we not pay for it."

Little Peach walked out with two money orders and said:

"Two hundred yuan is our eldest lady's, and one hundred yuan is mine."

At this time, money is very valuable, one dollar can buy more than 100 catties of rice in normal times, and 50 catties in war.

Sure enough, it stimulated Huang Wu's aunt's nerves even more, and she was eager to meddle in her niece's living expenses:

"It's a war, it's so chaotic outside, you are a little child, you don't have to worry about it, it's better to let your little aunt help you keep the money."

Miss Huang interjected on the side to dismantle their sister-in-law's table:

"Three-year-old children know that it is safest to put money in a foreigner's bank, the bank has a vault, and even jewelry can be put over."

Zhang Meixi is young and does not dare to ask for a big one, and the donation must refer to the number of others.

Ping An Pharmaceutical Company's style is much more bold, not only the workers of the pharmaceutical factory, but also the families and relatives of the workers. Medicines and donations were also sent to each refugee settlement.

There is a temple called Jing'an, which also takes in more than 1,000 refugees, and the refugees are very grateful and pay homage to the Buddha, but this temple also keeps a large flock of pigeons.

The refugees did not rely only on the relief of others, and there were many people who had enough food and clothing by themselves, so the pigeons of Jing'an Temple were plucked and roasted by the diligent refugees, and there was not a single one left.

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