The liner to Tianjin left at 9 o'clock in the morning, a distance of more than 10 kilometers, and Liang Hong and his team set off before 7 o'clock. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When passing by Nanjing Road, Liang Hong saw in the car that the patrol had set up a checkpoint on the road to check suspicious pedestrians. Far away from the inventory point, he is not interested in going to the scene to admire his masterpiece, as long as it explodes, his goal will be achieved.

At the wharf of the Jardine Steamship Company on the Huangpu River, the 2,000-ton Xiangsheng passenger ship docked on the shore. The ship has 500 seats and a speed of 16 knots, and is specially used as a liner on the Shenjin route, with a round-trip trip every five days.

On the shore, the relatives and friends who saw them off said goodbye to each other, as if they were parting with each other.

Standing on the deck of the ship, Shen Yue's mood was also infected, and his mood was a little low. Facing their boat, the colleagues of the Commercial and Electricity Bureau were saying goodbye to their father, as if they were all brothers.

"Sister-in-law, have a good trip."

Under the boat, a man bowed his hand to Mrs. Shen on the deck, and Mrs. Shen hurriedly returned the salute.

"Hypocrisy!"

Shen Yue heard her mother muttering in a low voice, and she was amused all of a sudden. She saw that man in a group photo of her father's company, and the general affairs of the Commercial and Electricity Bureau were said to be very snobbish, and her father did not suffer from him.

The steamer sounded its first whistle, urging the passengers on shore to get on board as soon as possible. Shen Yue saw a rickshaw running over, and a man got out of the car, carrying a suitcase in his hand. How did he get here? At the same time, the girl couldn't help but be a little excited.

"Mr. Shen, it turns out that you are on this passenger ship, what a coincidence."

In Shen Mingxuan's surprised eyes, Liang Hong took the initiative to walk over to say hello. Could it be a coincidence? He was deliberately booking a ticket.

"Brother Liang, are you also going to Tianjin?"

"Exactly, there are suddenly some things in the business over there that need to be dealt with urgently."

The two of them walked and chatted up the gangway.

"Let's go back to the cabin."

Shen Yue was about to step forward to say hello, but was pulled away by his mother.

"Mom, they're all acquaintances, and they even saved your daughter."

"I'm afraid he'll eat you."

Mrs. Shen said indignantly, Shen Yue was confused, that person didn't look like a murderer who ate human flesh.

After three whistles, the ship slowly sailed off shore, and most of the passengers ran to the deck to wave goodbye to friends and relatives on shore.

Liang Hong looked at the back of Mrs. Shen pulling her daughter away in a hurry, and sighed with a wry smile, he could see that Mrs. Shen was guarding him like a thief. I'm a thief, what's the matter? Turned his head to look at Shen Mingxuan on the deck, and smiled confidently, your family is an emperor with a label, and when the time comes, ......

On the morning of the same Sunday, at the Xiaoqinghe wharf in Jinan, a spy dressed as a French missionary disembarked from the newly docked freighter Wynn.

He came from Shanghai, and now he is a French missionary, Briss, and the reason why he got such an identity is because Jinan has not yet opened a port, and foreigners cannot buy property in the local area, except for missionaries who buy land to build churches. According to the Sino-French Treaty of Beijing signed during the Second Opium War, "military and civilian people from all over the country were allowed to preach Catholicism, preach together, and establish churches and worship." "And let the French missionaries rent and buy fields in the provinces, and build them for themselves." In fact, the Boxer Rebellion was, to a large extent, a popular uprising provoked by French missionaries in various places to shield the lawlessness of the Christians.

The flood water had just receded, and there were still traces of flooding under the walls. A large number of refugees gathered outside the city walls, sleeping on the spot, with no tiles on their heads. The government went out of the city every day to give a meal of gruel, which was regarded as temporarily maintaining the refugees from dying or living. After the water potential rose, there were many breaches in Jiyang, Licheng, Dong'e and other places, especially south of the Yellow River, and each breach would inundate a radius of several hundred square kilometers, and the water depth was four or five feet or even more than one zhang. The crops in the fields were gone, the houses were almost completely washed away, and people were drowning, starving, and dying of disease everywhere. According to the report of local officials in Shandong, "more than 50,000 people drowned at that time" and "countless people died of starvation." The flood in Shandong eventually became another trigger for the rise of the Boxers.

Spy Er Zero arrived in Jinan half a month early, and lived alone in Haiyanmen, an outer city. It is close to the city gate, and not far from the city is the Xiaoqinghe wharf, and the transportation is convenient. The rent in Jinan is much cheaper than in the Shanghai Concession, and it is a good small courtyard house, with a monthly rent of only five silver dollars.

"The number of refugees outside the city is still increasing, and as long as they can provide food to feed people, they can recruit people without spending money." Spy II Zero Introduction.

"It's not okay if you don't spend money, and besides, we don't lack this money. We are going to take people abroad, and according to the rules, we must make a contract. Spy Yijiu objected, "In the Shanghai Concession, the commander sent someone to register a French foreign firm, Huatong Foreign Company. In the name of the French Church, I am here to gather people and introduce them to sign a contract with Huatong and go overseas to work as laborers. You are a small comprador of Huatong Foreign Bank, specifically responsible for running errands, and the authorization document of Huatong Foreign Bank has brought you this, and you only need to register with the government for the record. ”

Also in accordance with the Sino-French Treaty of Beijing, "Whoever is willing to export, or who is willing to work in various places belonging to France, or in other foreign places, is allowed to enter into a contract with the French people, whether they are single or willing to bring their families, to go to all ports of trade together, and disembark French ships, without any prohibition." ”

As for the money and food needed, Spy Yijiu brought 300,000 yuan in silver tickets this time, and in addition, the Wynn freighter was loaded with 3,000 stone of rice. The silver tickets were the result of a jewelry auction, and the rice was temporarily purchased from Shanghai and loaded onto ships. Originally, the price of rice in Jinan was similar to that in Shanghai, Shanghai was 5 yuan per stone, Jinan had just suffered from floods, grain merchants hoarded goods, and now the price of rice has doubled, rising to more than 10 yuan per stone.

Outside the city of Jinan, Xu Shisan lay motionless in the sun, and a bowl of gruel that could count the grains of rice in the morning had already been digested. Don't dare to expend a little more energy, otherwise it will be even more difficult to survive the afternoon and the longer night. He is a native of Jiyang, fifteen years old this year, and he was collecting firewood on the hillside on the day the embankment burst, so he escaped the catastrophe by luck. I followed the fleeing victims all the way to the provincial capital, and finally I was able to have a few grains of rice every day, and I was finally not starved to death. There are too many people starving to death here, and you can see them every day or even every hour, but Xu Yuankui, the clan uncle of this village, is helping the servants carry the corpses.

From a distance, he saw Uncle Yuan Kui's simple face with a smile, and it was estimated that this trip had benefited. Sure enough, Uncle Yuan Kui walked over to them, put his finger to his mouth, and made a mysterious silence. Then he took out a black cake from his arms, broke half of it, and gave it to Aunt Yuan Kui who was lying next to Xu Shisan, and then broke half of it and handed it to Xu Shisan.

A piece of rice bran cake that no one usually wants to eat, at this time, energy saving saves a person's life, but it can also harm people's lives. The black cake immediately became the focus of the surrounding eyes. Some people are looking at it, which is honest, and there are people who viciously hold sticks and stones in this direction, ready to pounce and snatch at any time.

Xu Shisan choked and took the cake, gulped it down, and swallowed it desperately. While eating, he glared viciously at the people who came up around him, and grabbed the firewood knife beside him with his other hand. Uncle Yuan Kui and his aunt next to him were also vigilant, and the desperate situation stimulated people's bestiality, and this place almost became a barbaric jungle where the weak eat the strong.

Swallowing the cake in the stomach is absolutely out of the pretender's mind, but Aunt Yuan Kui's half of the cake is a little bigger, and she can't eat it for a while, so she becomes the target of robbery. Someone was the first to pounce and grab it, followed by a second and third.

Xu Shisan heard Aunt Yuan Kui's cry and Uncle Yuan Kui's roar. Aunt Yuan Kui was pressed to the bottom by several men, and the half-bitten cake had already reached the hands of others, and it became the target of the men's continued competition. In front of him, Uncle Yuan Kui was smashing these men with a stick, and then someone fought back with a stick, and the fight became a mess.

Let out a roar, sharp as a wolf's howl, at that moment, Xu Shisan couldn't believe that it came from his mouth. The wood knife slashed at the back of the man with the stick, and his eyes were blood-red, and he didn't know if it was his own blood or someone else's. It seemed as if a stick had hit him, a stone had hit him, and he didn't pay any attention to it, but kept slashing down in franty.

Lao Yuan thanked the book friend Dragon God Empire 5, Flying Feather 84396158, and Fuji Cheng for their support, and the new book has just updated a chapter.