Siheyuan: The rise and fall of the He family is our responsibility

Soon, the two came to a shoe repair shop, which was run by a father and daughter. The father was a middle-aged man with a limp.

At this moment, he was using a small hammer in his hand to knock on the leather shoes on the T-shaped tool, and from time to time he would take it off and put it in front of his eyes to observe whether it was deformed.

Right next to him was a little girl who looked only about ten years old. She was wearing old clothes made from adult clothes, and there was some shoe polish on her face. In front of her were tools for polishing shoes. It was obvious that this was the little girl's job.

"Hello, would you like me to repair shoes or polish them?" When the shoe repairman saw He Yuzhu and He Yushui come in, he put down the half-repaired pair of leather shoes in his hand and asked enthusiastically.

"My sister's shoe is a little torn. How much does it cost to repair it?" He Yuzhu pulled over a chair specially prepared for guests and asked He Yushui to sit down. He took off the torn shoe and handed it to the shoe repairman.

"Well, there's nothing wrong with these shoes. Just give me five hundred." The shoe repairman looked at the shoes in his hand and said.

"No problem." He Yuzhu nodded. Five hundred now is equivalent to five cents in a few years. This price is very reasonable. After all, it only needs to be sewn together with a few threads, and it doesn't take much effort.

Just as the shoemaker went back to the house to get the needle and thread, a middle-aged man wearing a top hat and a robe worn by scholars in the old days walked into the house, sat down on the stool in front of the girl without any courtesy, and said nonchalantly: "Little girl, clean my shoes for me."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The little girl first wet the towel in the cold water, and then used her pair of red, frozen hands to wipe the middle-aged man's shoes.

He Yuzhui on the side always felt that the middle-aged man in front of him gave him a strange feeling, but he couldn't tell what was strange.

It was not until He Yuzhu accidentally saw the bulge on the man's waist that his pupils shrank slightly. He hid He Yushui behind the shoe cabinet without leaving a trace, staring straight at the man's every move.

Soon, the skillful little girl finished wiping the middle-aged man's shoes, put the towel back into the basin, and stretched out her red little hand to the man.

"Hello, the total is five hundred yuan."

"I'll give you one thousand yuan, and the rest is your reward." The man took out a thousand-yuan bill from his pocket and put it in the little girl's hand.

"Thank you, and take care." The little girl holding the thousand-dollar bill was visibly happy. She stood up and kept bowing to him, saying words of thanks.

When the middle-aged man saw the little girl thanking him, a playful smile appeared on his lips. Just as he was about to pull his hand back, it was suddenly grabbed by a hand.

"Hey uncle, the girl's hands are frozen red while she's cleaning your shoes. Isn't it really unkind of you to do this?"

The moment his wrist was grabbed, the middle-aged man subconsciously wanted to pull his hand back, but that small hand was like a pair of pliers, holding his wrist tightly.

Looking in the direction of his palm, he found that the person holding him was a teenager who was slightly shorter than him and looked to be no more than fifteen years old. He immediately felt relieved.

"What are you doing! Let me go or I'll call the police!"

"My dear, please let him go first. Let's talk it over. Don't use force."

After the shoemaker in the house found the needle and thread, the first thing he saw when he came out was the young shoemaker grabbing a middle-aged man's wrist, as if they were in conflict.

He was so scared that he quickly protected his dumbfounded daughter behind him and tried to persuade He Yuzhu kindly, saying that after all, this was his place, and if the two of them fought, he would probably lose the store.

"Master, you should first take a look at the money in your daughter's hand. Is there anything wrong?" He Yuzhu's attention was all on the man's waist at the moment. When he heard the shoe repairman coming over to mediate, he said casually.

The shoe repairman was stunned when he heard this. He took the thousand-dollar bill from his daughter and observed it carefully. Soon, he found a clue from it.

"This... this is fake money!" The shoe repairman stared at the 'thousand-yuan bill' in his hand, and his hand holding the money couldn't stop shaking.

Seeing the shoe repairman staring at him with a pair of eyes that were about to spit fire, the middle-aged man knew that something was wrong. He pulled hard with his captured right hand, trying to destroy He Yuzhu's balance, and at the same time gave him a knee strike, hoping that He Yuzhu would let go in pain so that he could escape.

Unfortunately, ideals are full of hope, but reality is very skinny. The plan was very beautiful, but unfortunately the first step was not successful.

He suddenly exerted force with his right hand to pull He Yuzhu away, but unexpectedly, He Yuzhu seemed to be connected to the earth. He did not move at all despite his pull and even looked at him as if he was a fool.

The man was also irritated by He Yuzhu's gaze. He didn't care whether he would be exposed or not. He reached for his waist in rage, wanting to give this little brat a hard time.

But as soon as he took out his weapon, he was discovered by He Yuzhu who was staring at him.

Without saying a word, He Yuzhu clenched his left fist and hit the man's abdomen at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to see.

"puff!"

Nearly two hundred kilograms of force were poured into the man's stomach, and the terrifying force knocked the man's entire body two centimeters off the ground.

By the time he landed, the man had already fallen to his knees, with suspicious liquid flowing from the corners of his mouth, and he had fainted.

"That's it. I thought those who could be spies were all supernatural beings, but I didn't expect it to be like this." He Yuzhu thought disappointedly when he saw the dead man lying on the ground.

Squatting down, He Yuzhu picked up the black weapon that fell on the ground. As expected, it was an American-made M1911.

He pulled the gun out from his waist and looked at it carefully. He Yuzhu was at least eighty years old, and it was the first time he saw the real thing. He was full of curiosity about it.

"Sir, what's the situation now?" the shoe repairman asked tremblingly.

The shoe repairman, who had been honest and hardworking all his life, had never seen such a scene before. He could only carefully ask He Yuzhu who was holding the tool.

"Can't you see it?" He Yuzhu pointed his gun at the man lying on the ground and said, "This man is the spy that has been called on the radio, but he is a bit unskilled."

"So...what now?"

"What else can we do? Call the police." He Yuzhu said speechlessly.

"Yes, call the police. I'll go report it now." After saying that, the shoe repairman ran out, leaving only He Yuzhu's brother and sister and his daughter, as well as the spy who fainted on the ground.

"Brother, do you want to tie him up with a rope? Otherwise, what should we do if he wakes up?" He Yushui walked out of the hiding place chosen for her by He Yuzhu and pointed at the person on the ground and said worriedly.