On both sides of the monument, there is a one-meter-high cast iron candlestick, on which is the shape of a white marble candle, the wick of the candle is like a steel pipe, probably through gas, spewing flames. The candles have not been extinguished since the monument was erected in 1900, Mr. Qiu said.

The flames on the "white candle" were dancing, like a day and night vigil for the fallen Jiangbei land.

On both sides of the white marble candlestick, two tall honor guards stand with guns, allowing tourists to come and go in front of them, still not squinting, motionless.

In front of the granite platform of the monument, flowers are piled up, some in one branch and in bunches. Not far away, there is an old woman who sells flowers, and from time to time visitors buy flowers and silently put them in front of the stage.

Xiang Xiaoqiang couldn't help but admire: It is the monument to the unknown heroes of the Soviet Union in Red Square in the future, and that's it! He couldn't suppress the excitement in his chest, and he also spent five cents to buy a flower and respectfully put it in front of the stage.

When I looked down, I saw a wallet on the ground.

Xiang Xiaoqiang raised his head and quickly looked around, but the people around him were still bustling, and no one paid attention to this. As for the two honor guards, they always don't squint, and the sculptures are average, not to mention that there are wallets on the ground, even if there are cobras on the ground, they probably won't roll their eyes.

The wallet is bulging, and it seems to contain a lot. Now he is at the threshold of lack of money, to choose or not? If you encounter such a "good thing" in the downtown area in the future life, you will definitely not be able to ignore it. The problem is that now, people seem to be relatively simple, not so much a trap, right?

Xiang Xiaoqiang, who crossed over from the afterlife of liars everywhere, swept around with his "eagle-like eyes", and obviously felt that someone was staring at him. He glanced quickly, and on the stone bench ten meters away, under a peaked cap, there was a roe deer's face wearing sunglasses, which quickly avoided his gaze and pretended to look down at the newspaper as if nothing happened.

His uncle's. This grandson is still a little younger.

Okay, there's a number. Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled secretly in his heart and turned to leave.

The dog glanced over his sunglasses, and his hand holding the newspaper began to tremble, and his teeth were clenched.

This wallet contains 500 Mingyang. What he originally thought was that it would be best for his uncle to pick it up and be ignorant himself, so that it would be the most convenient; If this uncle's character really doesn't match that of a person who has just been released, and he will actually pick up money, then he will pretend to be a grateful owner, and say that he will accept half of the money as a thank you gift. As an uncle's pickle fund, 250 Mingyang is also a lot. But he didn't expect that people wouldn't even pick it.

"Our uncle is either as fine as a monkey or as stupid as a pig."

Gou Shun scolded and put down the newspaper, and when they walked farther, he immediately raised his butt and rushed over, picked up the money and packed it, and began to observe the two again, judging the route they would pass next time.

……

On the other side of the Yangtze River, the office building of the Pukou Headquarters of the Qing Army.

The large governor's office on the second floor was noisy, as if he was directing a big battle.

Several new desks have been set up, each with a telephone. Figures in military uniforms go in and out, all at trot. The phone rang one after another. As soon as the phone rang, a hand grabbed it and asked eagerly at the other end. The old mechanical wooden clock on the wall is fully winded, "clicking", so that people can clearly hear every second of movement. People who are busy in the whole room don't care about wiping their sweat, and they will look up from time to time.

In short, the inefficiency that last night was superficial is now swept away.

The old man, Nimashan, with red eyes, sat on the large leather chair behind the desk, pounding the pencil in his hand on the table, staring at the room full of trembling men through gritted teeth, and occasionally turning his head in horror, glancing fearfully at the closed door of the middle office.

On the table in front of the old man stood twelve mahjong tiles. Every once in a while, an officer receives a call and comes running to report to him. The old man would nod with a little satisfaction, breathe a sigh of relief, and reach for a mahjong tile.

Ten tiles have now been knocked down, and only two are still standing.

"Ding ————"

This time it was the phone on his desk that rang sharply.

"Huh?" Nimashan stared at the phone, a sense of foreboding rising in his heart.

"Hello?" He picked up the microphone.

……

"Ah, ah, yes, yes......" Nima Shan looked frightened and stood up, "Yes, yes, it's Xiaguan, Xiaguan Nima Shan......"

There was a sudden silence in the room, and everyone stopped to look at him, guessing the big man on the other end of the phone.

"Uh-huh, yes, yes," Nima waved his hand twice to the crowd to get them to work, and said respectfully as he lowered his voice, "here, here,...... Resting...... It's ......"

He put down the earpiece, crept out of the inner office door, straightened his collar, straightened his hat, cleared his throat, and knocked lightly on the door twice. After a few seconds, I tapped it twice.

"Hmm......"

There was a faint sound of sleep on the other side of the door.

"Gege, Gege, the minion is bothering you," Nimashan said cautiously as he pressed against the door, lowering his voice, "There's your call,...... From Beijing. ”

A simple marching bed was set up in the room, fourteen squares sat up with his clothes, touched his forehead, and then neatly dressed himself, glanced at Xiao Lin May, who was shrunk on the sofa and was sleeping soundly, smiled at the corner of his mouth, opened the door and went out.

……

"The minion has asked Gege to ......"

A deferential voice came from the other end of the line.

"Oh, it's Manager Zhang, hehe," Fourteen Gege smiled politely, but his chest jumped up, and his brows slowly wrinkled, "Master Lao is worried." …… Is it good to be holy? ”

"The Holy One is well."

……

Although with the progress of the times and the restoration again and again, there are no eunuchs in the Ming Palace, and the Qing Dynasty no longer recruits new eunuchs since the Xuantong Dynasty. But there are still many old eunuchs in the Qing palace who stayed before, with high status and old qualifications. The "Manager Zhang" on the other end of the phone is a figure whose status is similar to that of An Dehai and Li Lianying in the past. It can be said that even a clan like Fourteen Gege has real power, and it has to be polite to talk to him.

……

"Hey, the minion made a note of it...... The emperor also asked: 'What is the number of puppet submarines?' ’”

"The chief of labor will play on his behalf," Fourteen Gege said in a very respectful and patient tone, "The number of the puppet crew is twelve. ”

"Hey, the minion made a note of it...... The emperor also asked: 'On the pseudo-Ming boat, but there are people who escape?' ’”

Fourteen Gege's face changed slightly, she didn't know if the emperor asked this sentence, whether it was a casual question, or if there was any article. It is said that she received a report from Pukou last night and flew over at night, and no one told her, let alone the emperor. But now that the emperor not only knows about this, but also seems to have something to say.

Although the current emperor Aixin Jueluo-Yuchou and her are not from the same branch in the clan, they are the same generation, a few years younger than her, and they are her cousins. Yuchou is the sixth in line, and when he competed for the third place a few years ago, the father of the fourteenth grid supported him. Later, the sixth child ascended the throne, the year name Jiade, and her father gained power from then on, and she was also recruited back from Japan to take charge of the sticky pole.

The young son of heaven has only been on the throne for a few years, and he is quite fond of her cousin.

But how much does this little hairy boy know? Fourteen Gege beat a small drum in his chest. She didn't want to hide this matter deliberately, but now that the twelve captives have run cleanly, and a great achievement has been completed, it will be difficult to deal with it. At least until it's completely dealt with.

Fourteen Gege looked at the twelve mahjong tiles on the table and ten of them had been put down, and then looked at Nima Shan, got a positive look, made up his mind, and smiled:

"The tired manager played on his behalf, and there was no escape,...... Well, besides, they can all be escorted back to Beijing tomorrow. ”

"Hey, the minion made a note of it. The emperor also asked......"

……