The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

  Ma Liu's real name is Ma Kui. Nine years ago, there was a flood in Hebei. He fled with his parents and his family to Tianjin.

  The father and two younger brothers died of starvation and illness on the way, and the younger sister was also sold human teeth for food. After finally escaping to Tianjin, his mother also gave up, leaving Ma Liu alone.

   At that time, Du Xiaoshan was only the owner of Nanshantang, and he did not merge to form Bashantang.

   Nanshantang, as a charitable organization, mainly provides relief to two types of people: one is widows who are widowed and observant (promoting chastity), and the other is poor and poor literati (earning reputation and reputation).

   But in the year of great disaster and famine, Nanshantang will also provide relief to the victims.

   In this way, Du Xiaoshan is still a great man.

  Is that true? Ha ha.

  As soon as the disaster victims arrived, Du Xiaoshan took the opportunity to organize donation activities, and even invited a troupe to perform for charity. As for the funds raised for disaster relief, Nanshantang's shareholders will share some of it, the officials will share some, and some will be reserved for Nanshantang's administrative expenses.

  Ma Liu didn't know the tricks, he only knew that when he was dying of starvation and freezing to death, it was the food and cotton-padded clothes that Master Du gave him to keep him alive.

  Ma Liu was a soldier before and deserted.

   It wasn't that he wanted to escape, but when the enemy came over, the big guy suddenly found that the platoon leader was gone. Immediately afterward, several squad leaders smeared oil on the soles of their feet and fled, and these big-headed soldiers had to run after them, and then led their brothers to run together.

   Ma Liuzu escaped for a long time, and when he stopped, he found that the gun was gone, and he did not know when it was thrown away. He didn't dare to go back to the army, so he secretly robbed and begged all the way back to his hometown, only to encounter a flood that was once in a century.

After    survived in Tianjin, Ma Liu became a gangster. He dared to fight and work hard, and secretly treated Du Xiaoshan as a dog, which was very popular among the generation in Tianjin Nanshi.

   Mr. Du is his savior, whoever Mr. Du asks to beat, he will hit, and whoever Mr. Du tells him to kill, then whoever must die—this is the simple moral concept of Malu.

   Not to mention, there is still money to take, a full 1,000 oceans!

  Ma Liu did not believe in foreign firms. He buried the box containing the money in the suburbs, only to take it out and run away after killing someone.

  Everything was ready, Malu disguised as a fruit seller, guarded the roadside for six days, and finally saw the target go out.

   "Oh, I have a stomachache, you help me watch the stall!" Ma Liu said to the shoe shiner next to him.

   "Okay, you can go." The shoe polisher agreed. When Ma Liuyi left, the man immediately stole a few apples and hid them in his arms, preparing to take them home for his wife and children to eat at night.

   The yellow sports car that the target was riding was obviously taking a detour, and Ma Liu was chasing after him frantically, tired like a dead dog, panting and complaining: "These people pulling the carts are all **** rabbits, they run really fast!"

   After chasing for about 40 minutes, the target finally stopped in front of a bungalow.

  Ma Liu did not act immediately because there were few pedestrians and it was inconvenient to escape. What's more, his legs are weak from exhaustion, and he must rest for a while.

"Whirring whirring!"

  Ma Liu hid in the corner of the street, put his hands on his knees, bent down and squatted frantically, gasping for breath.

   A foreigner couple came out of the small foreign building, chatting and laughing with the target, and then continued to go south in the yellow sports car.

   "Still... still running!" While running, Ma Liu suddenly recalled his military career. At that time, I would run as soon as a battle was fought, either running to chase the enemy or being chased by the enemy. All my fellow comrades were long-distance runners.

   After running for a while, the speed of the rickshaw finally slowed down due to the prosperity of the market ahead.

  Ma Liu felt that his opportunity had come.

  …

   Hou Qi sat on the roof doing nothing, unlike Ma Liu's exhausted dog, he was so idle.

  I think back when I was a horse bandit, how much fun I was eating meat and drinking in big bowls. His mother suddenly popped up a young Marshal Zhang, with a new army to suppress bandits everywhere in Heilongjiang.

  Hou Qi's subordinates were only two or three hundred people in total, and they were bombarded by the mountain for half an hour, and the entire stockade was bombed to smithereens.

After the    shelling ended, few people died, but the brothers were all terrified. There was no way to fight, so I could only pack up at night and sneak away from the mountain trail.

  Unfortunately, the young marshal was too thief to ambushed the troops at the foot of the mountain. Hou Qi took his brothers and headed in.

   A burst of machine gun fire, and the horse bandits fell to forty or fifty people instantly. Hou Qi was so frightened that he fled into the woods. Relying on the dense forest in the northeast and his sharp spear skills, he pressed the entire platoon chasing him to fight, and was finally captured after the bullets ran out.

  The young marshal cherished his talents and did not kill him, but instead invited him to serve as the shooting instructor of the new army.

   Hou Qi was forced to serve as a soldier for a year, and he really did not adapt to the strict military law and military regulations of the new army. After violating military discipline one after another, he finally left the army as he wished, and was recruited by Feng Yong to be a bodyguard by his side.

   Today's task is too easy for Hou Qi.

   Feng Yong asked him to shoot the British in the leg, let alone the leg. Even if he was asked to hit the egg on the left of the target, he would not miss the one on the right.

   Hou Qi looked at the clouds in the sky and suddenly thought of the white mountains and black water in the northeast. He doesn't like Tianjin. It's like a big cage, and people can't breathe in it. He wanted to go back to the northeast, unrestrained in the snowy jungle, galloping on horses, and being happy.

   Hou Qi saw a couple walking by holding hands on the street, and couldn't help but spit: "No shame! Hook up in broad daylight."

After scolding   , he suddenly thought: Lao Tzu is already 32 years old, it is time to find a wife to marry and have a baby. If he is killed one day, he will still be able to leave a seed, and he will have the face to meet his parents when he goes to the underworld.

  Father, mother!

   Hou Qi's parents have been dead for almost 20 years, when Japan and Russia fought in the Northeast. In order to eliminate spies and hide their marching routes, the Russians killed their entire village, and Hou Qi escaped by hiding in the vegetable cellar.

   He hated the Russians, so he joined the anti-Russian team to work for the Japanese. It turned out that the Japanese were not good birds, and they bullied the Chinese more ruthlessly than the Russians. Hou Qi was indignant, and he simply voted for the horse bandit as a green forest hero.

coming!

   Hou Qi squinted his eyes, his pupils shrank slightly, he picked up the rifle beside him and aimed at it.

  …

  Today is the weekend, the bustling streets are crowded with people, and the hawkers are constantly chanting.

   Several rickshaws came running, and pedestrians took the initiative to give way.

   At this moment...

"boom!"

   A shot rang out.

   This is Hou Qi shooting, accurately hitting the British doctor's thigh.

   "Bang bang bang!"

   Three more shots were fired.

  This is Ma Liu shooting, his marksmanship is much inferior, and the accuracy of the pistol is not good, the first shot went straight, and the stray bullet hit the **** of a hapless person on the street. He had already ignored Du Xiaoshan's warning, the second shot hit Zhou Hexuan in the shoulder, and then pulled the trigger again.

   "Sir, be careful!" Sun Yongzhen jumped off the rickshaw and rushed towards Zhou Hexuan.

   The last shot hit Sun Yongzhen in the back.

   "Mom sucks, there are people fishing in troubled waters!" Hou Qi could see it from the top of the building. He threw away the rifle and a photo, then quickly went downstairs, chasing in the direction Malu fled.

   And the entire street was in chaos at this time.