Ren Laifeng has never been to Kaifeng in his life, he just knows the city of Kaifeng. In fact, how many Chinese do not know Kaifeng? The ancient capital of the Eight Dynasties and the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty, the Bianliang City of Tokyo that the Yang Men women will defend to the death. The extremely prosperous metropolis depicted in the National Treasure Qingming Riverside Map.

In this series of introductions, what Ren Laifeng wants to visit the most is actually the first floor of Kaifeng, which is the restaurant that is famous all over the world for its soup dumplings. It is said that the buns on the first floor look like lanterns when lifted and chrysanthemums when put down, and they are delicious. Ren Laifeng had heard about it a long time ago. I didn't have a chance before, but now that I'm finally here, how can I miss it?

The person Ren Laifeng came to Kaifeng to see this time is more special, and it is difficult to say whether he will have the opportunity to taste the buns on the first floor after the two of them meet. Therefore, although people often say that public before private, Ren Laifeng decided to put private before public this time, eating steamed buns first and then working on business.

Before the fall of the city, business on the first floor should have been quite prosperous, and you can imagine the prosperity just by looking at the tall gatehouse and the wide street in front of it. Now that the city is occupied by the Japanese, more than half of the shops have closed their doors, and only the first floor is still open.

Before the meal, there were not many people who came to eat steamed buns, and Ren Laifeng and Huang Tian didn't go upstairs, so they ordered three steamed buns and a bowl of vermicelli soup per person in the hall on the first floor. The two of them were full of praise after tasting it, and the buns on the first floor were really delicious in the world!

While eating the soup dumplings, they whispered about the mysterious person they were going to meet next. That person was a deputy section chief of the military medical department of the Japanese North China Front Army, and his name was Yoshio Nishio. It is said that this deputy section chief Nishio and Nishio Shouzo seem to be a little related, but I don't know why he hasn't been cared for by his prominent relative, and he is still a junior military medical officer after so many years.

Seeing that there was no hope of promotion, Nishio suddenly had the idea of retiring a while ago, and he wanted to open a Japanese clinic in a big city occupied by the Japanese army after quitting the military service. Not only can he satisfy his hobby of medical skills, but also earn a lot of money, opening a clinic is really a good thing to kill two birds with one stone.

You can't ask for money to open a clinic, but Yoo Nishio has no money on hand. He, a young military medical officer, basically has no chance to go to the battlefield, so naturally he has no channel to make a fortune through robbery. Nishio Shaozo calculated for a while, with his savings for so many years, if he opened a medium-sized clinic, he would be spent all of a sudden, and he would not even have liquidity left.

If you want to retire from the army and open a clinic, you must get a sum of money as soon as possible. But he usually comes into contact with patients and medicines, and there is no way to make money at all.

He also wanted to accept bribes from patients, but the Japanese soldiers were all tendons, and they would rather die on the operating table than bribe doctors! If the patient's path does not work, then the only way is to take the road of medicine. Yoshio Nishio is the deputy head of the Junior Zo Division of the Military Medical Department, and often has access to large quantities of medicines.

Relying on the mountains to eat the mountains, relying on the water to eat the water, relying on the medicine, of course, you have to take medicine. I won't go into the details of the details, in short, Yoshio Nishio is in contact with the reconnaissance platoon of the Flying Tiger Battalion. After preliminary contact, the two sides finally reached a consensus, and Ren Laifeng, the supreme commander of the Flying Tiger Battalion, came forward to conduct final negotiations with Yoshio Nishio to determine the place of the transaction, the quantity, variety, and price of drugs between the two sides.

Ren Laifeng entered Kaifeng to negotiate with Nishio Yang.

"Dude, two more soup dumplings!" With a shout, a dusty boy didn't say hello, and sat down at Ren Laifeng's table. When Ren Laifeng saw it, the reconnaissance platoon commander was stunned!

"Coming so late?" Ren Laifeng entered the city, and he was stunned, he should have come to report a long time ago. The two of them only appeared after they had eaten half of their buns, no wonder Ren Laifeng was too late to say that he was stunned.

"I was almost found. It took several streets to get rid of! Commander, do you guess I fell asleep? Stunned and mysterious, he gave Ren Laifeng a quiz contest question. Then without waiting for Ren Laifeng to guess the result, he took the initiative to explain the mystery, "I met Yuichiro Muto, who is the head of the Japanese secret service in Jining!" We'll have to be careful this time. ”

Yuichiro Muto? Ren Laifeng frowned, remembering that this guy led a large number of devils to besiege the Fukushima warehouse. It was that time that he was forced to go to the roof helplessly and met the beautiful female thief leader Feng Wenying. Jining said goodbye, and I don't know how this woman is doing. Ren Laifeng's thoughts began to desert. The number of guests on the first floor gradually increased.

In the sound of the piano, two people walked in from the door, an old man and a girl. Ren Laifeng was not interested after a glance. This girl is too ordinary. A flat face, a flat nose, thin lips and red eyes, without any features. He was wearing a patched flower dress, which matched the old man's tattered and colorless old cotton jacket.

When Ren Laifeng saw this scene, he remembered the book of the Water Margin in which Lu Ti was angry and beat the town of Guanxi. There was also a restaurant where the father and daughter were performing, and when they met the kind-hearted Lu Tishi, they turned the corner. The question is, where to find Ruthiah now?

The father and daughter in the store sang a little song next to each other, singing to which table, and which table the guests gave money. At this time, the tables in the hall on the first floor were already occupied by nearly half. The more people there are, the better the business of the father and daughter. Basically, they will give money to which table they sing, and they will always give some more or less. The father and daughter were going down table by table, and when they sang to Ren Laifeng's table, Commander Ren had just come back to his senses.

"Go away, go away, we don't listen to the play." Ren Laifeng waved his hand to coax the father and daughter to go. Of course, money must be given, and it is not easy for the father and daughter to sing, for the poor, Ren Laifeng wants to take care of others from the heart out. I don't like to listen to dramas, just give money to the assembly, right?

The father and daughter took the money and bowed to the next table. At the next table sat a few young people, who, like Ren Laifeng, had come to eat steamed buns. is the first white-faced young man, with a smug look on his legs.

The father and daughter walked to the table of the guests, set up the huqin and squeaked a few times, and the old man habitually reached out to the leader to ask for money. The boy at the head was unhappy, "Hey, you only sang a few words and asked for money, do you understand the rules?" Singing is to give money halfway through singing, how can there be a person like you, who asks for money after just singing a few voices? Sing, sing to me! When you sing me happily, I'll give more money! As he spoke, the white-faced young man took out a wad of bills from his pocket and slapped it on the table.

"Stop!" The girl had just finished a few words when she was interrupted.