Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

Perhaps it is like boiling a frog in warm water. The frog will not realize the danger he is in until he dies!

While he was thinking about these thoughts and questions, Han Feng arrived at the train station unknowingly. Han Feng found the ticket office. The ticket seller was a middle-aged Manchurian woman with a full Liaoning accent.

"Excuse me, how do you sell the tickets here?" Han Feng lowered his head slightly so that the woman selling tickets at the window could see him.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Xinjing."

"If you go to Xinjing, the fare for the first-class carriage is 61 cents, the fare for the second-class carriage is 41 cents, and the fare for the third-class carriage is 23 cents. Sir, which class of tickets are you planning to buy?"

When the ticket seller looked up, she found that there was no one outside the wooden ticket window. She was puzzled for a while, stopped thinking about it, and continued to keep her head down and busy with her own affairs.

At the exit of the station, Han Feng walked out touching his nose with a depressed face.

With the few silver dollars in his pocket, he couldn't even afford to sit in the last third-class car, let alone the first-class car.

This fare is really expensive enough, and the third-class carriage costs more than 20 yuan.

Even some industries such as teachers with relatively high salaries only earn a salary of more than a dozen yuan a month, and it takes nearly two months' salary to afford a third-class train ticket.

In addition, if Han Feng remembers correctly, in the Puppet Manchukuo, ordinary people in the Puppet Manchuria such as industrial and mining enterprises are divided into five categories: servants, permanent employers, permanent employees, contractors, and temporary workers. Among them, the ones with the highest annual commissions It's only a dozen dollars.

In other words, they may have to save money for two years to be able to take the last third-class train, which also means that they have to go without food or drink for these two years.

Relatively speaking, Japanese workers can get a salary of more than 100 yuan a year, and the two have never been treated fairly.

Of course, now is not the time for Han Feng to lament the unfair treatment suffered by the people of the Puppet Manchukuo, but to think about how to get enough money to buy a third-class train ticket.

A train ticket costs more than 20 yuan. The money here should be equivalent to the silver dollars in Han Feng's pocket. That is to say, there may only be six or seven yuan in Han Feng's pocket now, and the price difference is still huge!

Now Han Feng finally realized what a penny can't beat a hero. Originally, he planned to finish asking about the ticket price today, and if he could, he would just buy a ticket and prepare to go.

Now it seems that we have to think of a way.

Ask Li Ruisheng's parents to borrow?

to steal?

It's really impossible to knock out a devil on the street, drag it into a dark alley, loot it, and then walk away.

Han Feng thought it was a good idea, but there were too many people in broad daylight, so it wouldn't be too late to wait until after dark.

Just as he was thinking about these questions, Han Feng squinted his eyes, and suddenly found that in an alley not far away, a young woman in a kimono seemed to be hugged tightly by a man and was gnawing wildly.

Han Feng not only sighed with emotion that the world is getting worse, but this is still a conservative era. These two people are really outrageous.

Han Feng's footsteps did not stop, perhaps because he gradually got too close, only a dozen meters away, the Japanese woman who was being kissed looked up and found him, and quickly pushed the man in front of him.

The man turned his head and met Han Feng's eyes from afar.

Small eyes and high nose bridge, short hair and big head, the most obvious feature is that the two eyebrows are too thick and too dark, but the body is strong, no matter how you look, you look like a local Manchurian, not a Japanese.

On this point, Han Feng heard some people chatting on the road mention that Japanese women here are still very willing to marry Manchurians.

Firstly, Manchurian men have better tempers, they are not as violent as Japanese men, who beat and scold their wives at every turn; The government did indeed support Japanese-Manchurian kinship. In the puppet Manchukuo, there were still many examples of Japanese women marrying Manchurians.

The man with thick black eyebrows glared at Han Feng, as if he wished he could eat him.

Han Feng was not annoyed, but admired him, thinking: This Manchurian is amazing, he even fell in love with Japanese horses.

It's better not to ruin other people's good deeds, Han Feng hurriedly quickened his pace, and soon disappeared from the sight of those two people.

Seeing Han Feng's sense of humor, the man closed his gaze, lowered his head, "Keiko, leave that idiot alone," and the two began to gnaw.

Speaking of what he saw along the way, it was not as Han Feng imagined that the people were in dire straits and the people were full of mourning.

But this also shows the brilliance of the Japanese. They really planned and used their hearts to colonize. Based on this, Han Feng even thought, if he was a native Manchurian, or a child of Manchukuo, Growing up under such cultural influence all the way, what kind of thoughts will you eventually develop?

The devil's heart can be punished!

There was a sudden commotion not far away, and Han Feng looked up. In the downtown area, it seemed that a strong man was beating a woman who was protecting a child.

747 Fighting the Eight Banners

Puppet Manchukuo, brocade robes, this is a proper symbol of the Eight Banners.

Although he is a dandy, he has a prominent family background, especially in the puppet Manchukuo of this empire, the children of the Eight Banners represent the status of the upper class.

So at this moment, even though the middle-aged children of the Eight Banners beat the poor woman and child, the people around them dared not speak out, and most of them just watched the fun, as if they were used to such bullying and insulting incidents.

Superiors beat subordinates, Japanese beat Manchurians, and Eight Banners beat commoners. This is a product of the imperial system, with class obedience and strict hierarchy.

Who dares to say more?

When Han Feng approached, he heard a few middle-aged people who were stopping to watch the excitement say: "That's Ma Jiadaha, the descendant of Zhenghuangqi. I know him. He is used to being domineering with his powerful body on weekdays. He is not like that today." I know how that woman offended him, and she was beaten so badly by him."

One said: "It seems that the child was naughty. When Majiadaha was eating, the child hit him with a stone. He refused to obey and wanted to beat him when he got up. He happened to take a fancy to the beauty of the child's mother." Majiadaha felt that the woman was slapping him in front of everyone, so he got angry and beat him."

"Don't the people in the police station just ignore it?" Han Feng asked abruptly.

The middle-aged men who spoke cast a glance at Han Feng, and one of them said: "The Eight Banners children beat people, and the police will not say anything when they come. Besides, this woman is also ignorant of good and bad, so Ma Jiadaha can take a fancy to it." She, too, is her blessing, if she does, she may enjoy the glory and wealth from now on, and the children don't have to suffer with her, I heard that life is not easy for orphans and widows."

"What kind of bullshit is this!"

Han Feng was a little angry, "The police don't care, I will take care of it."

In a rage, Majiadaha taught the orphans and widows a lesson in front of the crowd, and seemed to feel that he had a lot of face. He raised his plump right hand and was about to slam it down on the pleading woman's face. , so as to tell this ignorant woman that in the eyes of Maja Daha, she is just a bit of a bit of a pariah.

If you can't get it, you will simply humiliate and destroy it.

Most of the plump slap fell, but was firmly grasped by the palm that suddenly stretched out, and he couldn't move anymore.

Ma Jiadaha was taken aback for a moment, then raised his head and saw Han Feng with a calm face.

"What's the matter with you?" Majadaha asked subconsciously.

Han Feng's words were short and forceful, "I beat you", before he could finish his words, a fist the size of a sandbag slammed into the face of the unprepared Majiadaha.

The blue and white flowed out together, the temperature in winter is low, the human body’s metabolism is slow, the distribution of neurons on the body surface is more dense, and the pain is particularly intense. I haven’t recovered from this punch. Majiadaha was completely dumbfounded.

"you"

It was another punch, and when he punched the first time, Han Feng used his left hand to hold Majiadaha's body that was about to fly out, and then punched him with the momentum of the forward rush of his body.

Ma Jiadaha was about to be beaten into tears. He already realized that the person in front of him was here to find fault. He wanted to fight back, but found that he couldn't get rid of Han Feng's restraint.

The surrounding people who watched the excitement were also stunned, and the speed of the reversal of the situation was beyond everyone's expectations.