Dressed as Tang Bohu

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"Go, go! Hide in the woods over there!"

Who is speaking?Tang Ziwei glanced around, the surrounding scene was familiar but he couldn't recall it.Being pushed in a daze, he staggered and ran into the woods following a black man in a khaki military uniform.Mr. Tang is over 50, and he followed closely behind with a pistol in his pocket.

"Bang bang! Boom—!"

It was getting dark, but the flames in the woods continued.Some of the pursuers stepped on landmines, and the exploding ground and vegetation set off a gust of hot wind, and the broken soil and stones crashed all over the body from behind.Tang Ziwei kept running forward with his head held down by the old man. People around him kept yelling something in an incomprehensible language, and there were continuous explosions.

Only then did he realize that he still had a gun in his hand. Out of the corner of his eye, a flash of fire flashed across the side, and he subconsciously raised his hand and fired.

"boom!"

"boom!"

One shot, right in the chest.Tang Ziwei only felt his body was hit by something, and before the force affected his whole body, his chest was directly broken.

Did the person on the opposite side utter a scream? He no longer had the energy to pay attention to it. The pain came, but it always felt a little unreal.Tang Ziwei narrowed his eyes, his vision was shaking and blurred.He felt someone pressing down on the wound on his chest, and Mr. Tang's cry came from his ear.

"Stay strong, third, third!"

After an unknown amount of time, Tang Ziwei was put on the ground, and the flames of war raged far away.Tiny grass stalks pierced the neck, and the surrounding area looked like a field.Tang Ziwei was slapped on the face a few times, and a skinny man above his vision babbled something to him, and then stuffed a handful of blue-brown shells into his mouth with his dirty hands.Tang Ziwei almost vomited.

The man wiped the wound on his chest with the same thing, then drew a dagger from his waist and swiped over.

At first, the feeling of the knife blade and fingers digging in the wound made him feel unbearable pain, but gradually, the pain gradually turned into a burst of itching, and he gradually lost consciousness in his chest, mouth, half of his face and brain...

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"Huh..." Tang Ziwei lay on his back on the bed, opened his eyes, and let out a deep breath.

He tore off the skirt of the single shirt on his body, exposing his sweaty chest.Put your fingers on the position of the heart, and caress slowly.The body of this literati, not to mention scars, has never even had rough skin.Through the warm and fair skin, it seemed as if he could directly touch the ribs below.

"Why did you dream of this?" Tang Ziwei closed his eyes, and that memory still appeared in front of him as clearly as yesterday.

That was the first time the old man took him to the Golden Triangle, and it was also the first time he really saw the fragility of life and the cruelty of war.He didn't understand why the old man had to go there every year to pick up the goods when he was so old.After that time, he understood that if Mr. Tang hadn't gone in person, ordinary people might not be able to restrain those desperadoes.

The sneak attack war that happened at that time was an accident, maybe everyone in this line of work didn't end well.The second child of the Tang family got separated and died when he was evacuating, and the third child was shot and was in critical condition. Mr. Tang was also protecting the back of Tang Ziwei's head with his hands when he was evacuating, and the back of his left hand was damaged by stray bullets and fragments from the explosion. Got bloody.

Because of this, the old man got very angry. Golden Triangle lost a lot of good things that year. When he left, old man Tang's face was still dark.After that, Tang Ziwei never got involved in the "business" of the Tang family.

Only those who have died once know how precious life is.

Tang Ziwei turned over and got off the bed. While it was still early, he stretched his muscles and bones in the room and exercised his body.It wasn't until he heard noises in the yard outside that he wiped himself with a towel and changed into clean clothes.

When Yetang knocked on the door, Tang Ziwei had just put on half of his coat, but unexpectedly the girl pushed the door open and came in.

"Master, let Yetang help you change your clothes."

Yetang's delicate face was powdered, and his fingers were soft, as he spoke, he wanted to come up to him and lift his sleeves.

Tang Ziwei shook his hands, gathered the single clothes in front of him, and said to her sideways: "After the old lady left, you have become more and more daring."

Ye Tang paused, and the blushing on his face faded instantly, "Ye Tang dare not, Ye Tang just wants to help the young master."

Tang Ziwei chuckled lightly, stood on the spot and spread his arms, "Come, help me change my clothes."

"Yes." Yetang behaved this time, went up to Tang Ziwei honestly put a snow-white Confucian shirt on, fastened his belt, and tied his hair before leaving.

Tang Ziwei went to the courtyard to wash up, and went out with Tang Shen after breakfast.

The sun was half hanging in the sky, and the sunlight broke through the morning fog, and the streets of Wu County were already bustling with people coming and going.Tang Shen carried two bags of rice noodles, walked through the streets, and came to the door of Tangji Restaurant and unlocked it.

The guys in the kitchen started to work, and there were bursts of steam coming out of the windows.Tang Ziwei went to the backyard to feed the wind and took some horse grass, then went back to the lobby of the restaurant and leaned against the door, waiting for the good show to unfold.

The Yang's Restaurant across the street is still doing brisk business, even better than the day before.However, Tang Ji's side was not completely deserted. Since the opening in the morning, there have been some people with dirty clothes standing or squatting and slowly gathering at the door.From time to time, someone raised their sensitive cheeks and took a look or two into the restaurant, seeing Tang Ziwei's gaze at the door, and smiled at him ingratiatingly with some embarrassment.

Near the noon, the staff in the restaurant moved two tables out to the door, and the group of beggars at the door suddenly gathered in a commotion, there seemed to be 50 to [-] people.

"Don't worry, everyone, line up one by one according to the rules, everyone will have a share in today's donation." Ji Tong stood on the table and comforted everyone with a childish voice, with a pair of small hands pressing in the air, there really were so many very decent.

Ji Tong turned his head and looked in, and seeing the waiter come out with a big basket full of white flour steamed buns, he quickly jumped off the table to make room for it.

Tang Shen came forward with his assistants to distribute steamed buns to the beggars, while Ji Tong rushed into the building and ran to Tang Ziwei and spread out his small white palms.

Seeing his cute appearance, Tang Zi couldn't help but smile, and put a few pieces of glutinous rice candy that he had prepared earlier into his palm.

Ji Tong counted with a serious expression, nodded in satisfaction, put all the candy into his sleeves with a flip of his hand, then raised his head and asked, "Brother Ziwei, are you giving alms today to deal with that dandy young master at Yang's Restaurant?"

"I always thought your rule was that you only do things and don't talk too much." Tang Ziwei bent down halfway, and asked him back with a serious face.

Ji Tong was taken aback, he didn't expect Tang Ziwei to react like this.Since he was a child, he has been a well-behaved character. Whenever he seriously discusses issues with people, he is often dismissed with a smile, and what's more, his face will be fucked and called funny.It was the first time for Tang Ziwei to treat each other as equal and serious.

Ji Tong thought for a while and said seriously: "What you said is that I overstepped." The child blinked, then cupped his hands and said: "Brother Ziwei, we are already familiar, what do you think of me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I think Brother Ziwei is very good. According to my mother, he is also a great talent who is well-known in the south of the Yangtze River. I wonder if you still have a shortage of book boys?"

"I'll discuss this matter with your mother later." Tang Ziwei patted his head, straightened up, and then looked at a young man who came into the restaurant by the door at some unknown time.

The young man was dressed in shabby clothes, with two big white steamed buns in his arms, standing beside him, he didn't know how long he had been here.Seeing that Tang Ziwei noticed him, he stepped forward.

"I've recruited all the people for you, and they won't leave so quickly. Except for this," the young man picked up the steamed bun in his arms and shook it, "Should I be rewarded for the food I eat?"

"Don't worry, there is one more thing you need to tell them." Tang Ziwei took out a piece of broken silver and put it in the young man's hand, and said, "I hope that everything they have seen and heard here today can be spread. The more people who know about it, the better. You know what to do, don't you?"

The young man weighed the silver, grinned, showing two canine teeth, "Don't worry, keep it on me!"