The years when I was an old man

Although helpless, I have no other choice.

I had no choice but to clean up briefly, then took a taxi and went directly to the East Railway Station.

East Railway Station is the earliest railway station in northern Harbin, which is a Russian-style building.

It is said that Lao Maozi built it in Habei during the late Qing Dynasty.

When I arrived, old Wu Touer was at the gate in front of the station, squatting in front of a chess stand, watching the excitement.

As soon as he saw me coming, he got up immediately.

Without further ado, he dragged me to the train station.

"Why go?"

I hurriedly asked.

"Go to Zhanguantuner..."

Zhan Guantun'er's name sounds a little small.

But in fact, it is a very big city in our province.

Before 2000, he also had a name resounding all over the world, Thieves City.

As soon as I heard about going there, I immediately asked:

"What are you doing there?"

"Bet! You promised me to bet for me and win one person!"

I promised old Mr. Wu.

But I never thought that this person is not in Habei, but in Zhanguantuner hundreds of kilometers away.

"Change the time, I have something to do recently!"

A week later, it will be a gamble between me and Huang Ze.

But right now, I'm not ready to gamble.

Hearing this, Old Wu boss immediately turned around and stared at me, saying:

"You little old man, are you trying to play tricks? Do you still want me to teach you how to play dice? Come on, don't be verbose. Go today and come back tomorrow!"

I am helpless.

Facing the threat of this old guy, I have nothing to do.

From Habei to Zhanguantuner, it takes seven hours by green leather car.

Although it is not the Spring Festival travel season, the train station is still crowded with people.

After finally getting into the car, I leaned on the chair, closed my eyes and meditated.

Thinking about the game in a week's time.

And, how to get rid of Qian Laoba.

This person is a two-faced and three-handed spoiler.

With him around, sooner or later something bad will happen.

I was falling asleep when the train started.

There was a burst of yelling in the carriage.

"Peanut melon seeds and ham sausage, beer, drink and mineral water, come on, put your legs away..."

I listened and frowned involuntarily.

The drowsiness I had just now was interrupted again.

The trolley had just left, and I was about to close my eyes again.

Suddenly, I heard old Wu Touer talking to others:

"Are you from the beggar gang?"

Beggars?

I opened my eyes again.

I saw a beggar in his 40s standing next to our seat.

He had long hair, was unkempt, and was dressed in rags.

From top to bottom, there was a sour smell.

On the neck, there is a swollen lump the size of a bowl.

Looking at it, it makes people feel cold in the bottom of their hearts, and they want to stay away from him.

Old Wu asked him something, but he didn't answer.

As soon as I stretched out my hand, I started begging for the people in our row of seats.

Sitting next to me was a woman in her 40s.

Although she looked disgusted, she still gave one yuan.

The beggar didn't say thank you, but extended his hand to Old Mr. Wu.

Old Mr. Wu glanced at him.

After fumbling in his pocket for a long time, he pulled out a dime and handed it to the beggar.

"Here, take it..."

Glancing at the coin, the beggar refused to accept it.

He still didn't speak, and still stretched out his hand to Old Mr. Wu.

Obviously, he is too little.

Old Mr. Wu rolled his eyes at him, and muttered:

"It's quite a lot. What you want in a day is more than what I earn. I'll give you some..."

Seeing that Mr. Wu refused to give any more.

The beggar didn't speak either.

He suddenly took a step forward, facing the table between the seats.

As soon as he bent down, he kowtowed his head with a sound of "bang".

It's loud.

The frightened people around couldn't help leaning back.

And his forehead was also flushed red.

Then, he stretched out his hand towards Old Wu.

Old Wu head stared, and said directly:

"Hey, scare me? I'm not afraid of this!"

Old Wu boss came up stubbornly.

"Just a dime, do you want it or not!"

But as soon as Old Wu finished speaking.

The beggar hit the table with a "bang" and knocked again.

Then, he looked at old head Wu again.

Old Wu boss poked his neck and said:

"You smashed your head, and that's all!"

Old Mr. Wu got into a fight with this beggar.

The beggar remained silent.

As soon as he bent down, he heard three "boom, bang, bang" sounds, and he knocked three times in a row.

After the three heads were kowtowed, his forehead was already bruised and bloodshot.

This kind of scene makes the boring passengers full of curiosity.

Everyone stood up and looked lively.

Old Mr. Wu was about to speak again.

Suddenly, another young beggar in his 20s came along the aisle.

He had several layers of gauze wrapped around his hands.

Once in front of old Mr. Wu, he removed the gauze layer by layer, exposing his arms.

With this exposure, the people watching the bustle around couldn't help but let out an exclamation.

I saw blood stains on his arms.

On the wrist, there is also a blood hole, which looks particularly leaky.

The young beggar looked at old Mr. Wu and begged:

"Grandpa, give me more rewards!"

As soon as the words are finished.

He didn't wait for Old Wu's boss to make a move.

I saw him take out a long iron nail from his pocket.

Stretch your arm directly in front of old Mr. Wu.

Holding the iron nail, facing the blood hole on the arm, he pierced it.

"what!"

In the carriage, there were timid people who couldn't help screaming.

Those who couldn't stand it anymore turned their heads away.

Pulling out the nail, the young beggar continued to beg for old Mr. Wu.

"Old man, if you don't give me any more rewards, my arm will be left to you..."

The begging method of these two people is completely coercion, almost tantamount to robbery.

I turned around and looked towards the other side of the car.

At the end of the carriage, there were two beggar-like people.

Standing in place, watching what happened here from a distance.

It seems that this is a group of beggars.

If you don't give it, these two beggars will definitely come over.

I took out five yuan, handed it to the beggar, and said indifferently:

"We are together, don't worry about him..."

The young beggar immediately bowed slightly to me, smiled and sang:

"The boss is very handsome, handsome and generous. If you give us another five yuan, we will be rich and healthy!"

Speaking, I haven't waited to speak.

The beggar stretched out his arm in front of me, holding a nail, as if he wanted to pierce it.

I took out another five dollars, handed it to him, and said:

"I'll give you the money, just forget about the martial arts..."

"Come on, the boss is getting rich!"

After receiving the money, the two beggars went to other seats to ask for it.

Just before leaving, the middle-aged beggar gave old Mr. Wu a fierce look.

Seeing that I gave these two beggars ten yuan, Old Wu frowned.

Looking at me with dissatisfaction, he said unwillingly:

"Boy, do you know what they do? You just give them money? They are evil beggars going west, relying on Wuqi. My old Wu boss, I hate this kind of people the most..."

Old Mr. Wu chattered with me angrily.

Of course I know what's up with them.

Back then, he and Liu Ye traveled all over the world.

Regarding the beggar gang, of course I have heard and seen it, and I have dealt with it.

I said it before.

In the rivers and lakes, there are three religions and nine schools, all kinds, and 72 lines.

The 72 lines are subdivided into 360 small lines.

And among the eight gates.

Then it is divided into eight gates of light and eight gates of darkness.And inner eight doors, outer eight doors.

The Qianmen I am in belongs to the Outer Eight Gates.

I read that some readers commented that Qianmen is also called Caimen.

This is wrong.

The color gate belongs to the Ming eight gates.

It refers to those who used to go to the rivers and lakes and juggle.

He and Qianmen are completely different professions.