The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Ma Liu, whose real name is Ma Kui, came to Tianjin with his parents and his family after a flood occurred in Hebei nine years ago.

The father and two younger brothers died of starvation and illness on the way, and the younger sister was also sold as a tooth for food. After finally escaping to Tianjin, his mother also passed away, leaving Ma Liu to live alone.

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

As a charitable organization, Nanshantang mainly helps two types of people: one is widows who live in chastity (advocating chastity), and the other is poor and poor literati (earning fame and reputation).

However, in times of catastrophe and famine, Nan Shan Tang will also provide relief to the victims.

In this way, Du Xiaoshan is still a great kind person.

Is it true? hehe.

As soon as the victims came, Du Xiaoshan took the opportunity to organize donation activities, and even invited theatrical troupe to perform for charity. As for the funds raised for disaster relief, the shareholders of Nan Shan Tang will share some, the officials will share some, and some will be reserved for the administrative expenses of Nan Shan Tang.

Ma Liu didn't know what was tricky, he only knew that when he was about to starve to death and freeze to death, it was Mr. Du who gave him food and cotton clothes to keep him alive.

Ma Liu used to be a soldier and deserted.

It wasn't that he wanted to escape, but when the enemy came to kill him, the big guy suddenly found that the platoon leader was gone. Immediately afterwards, several squad leaders also ran away with oil on their feet, and these big soldiers had no choice but to run along, and then led the brothers to run together, and the mountains and plains were full of routs.

Ma Liu fled for half a day, and when he stopped, he found that the gun was gone, and he didn't know when he threw it away. He didn't dare to return to the army, so he robbed and begged all the way back to his hometown, only to encounter the once-in-a-century flood.

After surviving in Tianjin, Ma Liu became a gangster. He dared to fight and fight hard, and secretly acted as a dog for Du Xiaoshan, and he enjoyed a lot in Nanshi, Tianjin.

Master Du is his own savior, whoever Master Du tells him to beat, he himself will beat, and whoever Master Du asks him to kill, that person must die—this is Ma Liu's simple moral concept.

What's more, there is still money to take, a full 1,000 oceans!

Ma Liu didn't trust the foreign firm, so he buried the money box in the outskirts of the city, and only took it out after killing someone and ran away.

After everything was ready, Ma Liu disguised himself as a fruit seller and stood guard on the side of the road for six days, and finally saw the target go out.

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

"Okay, you go." The shoe shiner agreed. As soon as Ma Liuyi left, the man immediately stole a few apples and hid them in his bosom, preparing to take them home for his wife and children to eat at night.

The yellow sports car the target was riding in was obviously taking a detour, and Ma Liu chased after him crazily, exhausted like a dead dog, panting and complaining: "These cart pullers are all fucking rabbits, they run so fast!"

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

Ma Liu didn't act immediately, because there were few pedestrians here and it was inconvenient to escape. What's more, he was so tired that his legs were weak, so he had to rest for a while.

"Whirring whirring!"

Ma Liu hid in the corner of the street, propped his hands on his knees, bent down and squatted down, panting wildly.

A foreigner couple came out of the small building, talked and laughed with the target, and then continued south in a yellow sports car.

"Still... still running!" Ma Liu suddenly recalled his military career while running. At that time, I ran as soon as there was a war, either running to chase the enemy, or being chased by the enemy. All my 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 chance had come.

...

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

I remember how happy I was when I was a horse bandit, eating meat and drinking in big bowls. Damn it, a Young Marshal Zhang popped up all of a sudden, leading a new army to suppress bandits everywhere in Heilongjiang.

There are only two or three hundred people under Hou Qi's command, and they were bombarded by mountain artillery for half an hour, and the whole village was bombed to pieces.

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

It's a pity that the young marshal was too much of a thief, and actually ambushed the troops at the foot of the mountain. Hou Qi led his brothers and ran into them.

After a burst of machine gun fire, forty or fifty of the horse bandits fell down instantly, and Hou Qi was so frightened that he fled into the woods indiscriminately. Relying on the dense forests in the northeast and his sharp spear skills, he pressed down on the entire platoon chasing him by himself, and was finally captured after the bullets were shot.

The young marshal cherished his talent and instead of killing him, invited him to be the shooting instructor of the new army.

Hou Qi was forced to serve as a soldier for a year like this, and he really couldn't adapt to the strict military laws and regulations of the young marshal's 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 his bodyguard.

Today's task is too simple for Hou Qi.

Feng Yong asked him to shoot the British man's leg, not to mention the leg, even if he was asked to shoot the ball on the left side of the target, he would not miss the ball on the right.

Hou Qi looked at the clouds in the sky, and suddenly remembered the white mountains and black waters in the northeast. He doesn't like Tianjin, it's like a big cage where people can't breathe. He wanted to go back to the Northeast, where he could gallop freely in the dense forests of the snowfield, and be happy.

Hou Qi saw a couple walking arm in arm on the street, and couldn't help spitting: "No shame! They're hooking up in broad daylight."

After scolding, he suddenly thought: I am already 32 years old, I should find a wife to marry and have a baby. If someone kills him one day, at least he can leave a seed, and he will have the face to see his parents when he goes to the underworld.

Father, mother!

Hou Qi's parents had been dead for nearly twenty years, when Japan and Russia were fighting in the Northeast. In order to eliminate spies and hide the marching route, the Russians killed their entire village, and Hou Qi escaped by hiding in the vegetable cellar.

He hated the Russians to death, so he joined the anti-Russian team to work for the Japanese. It turns out that the Japanese are not good birds, and they bully the Chinese even more ruthlessly than the Russians. Out of indignation, Hou Qi simply voted for the horse bandits as a green forest hero.

coming!

Hou Qi narrowed his eyes, his pupils shrunk, picked up the rifle beside him, loaded it and took aim.

...

Today is the weekend, the bustling streets are crowded with people, and the cries of hawkers can be heard endlessly.

Several rickshaws came running, and pedestrians gave way one after another.

Right now...

"boom!"

There was a shot.

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

"Bang bang bang!"

Three more shots were fired.

It was Ma Liu who was shooting, and his marksmanship was much inferior. In addition, the pistol's aim was not good, so the first shot went flying, and the stray bullet hit the ass of an unlucky guy on the street. He has ignored Du Xiaoshan's warning, the second shot hit Zhou Hexuan's shoulder, and then he pulled the trigger again fiercely.

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

The last shot hit Sun Yongzhen in the back.

"Mom, there are still people fishing in troubled waters!" Hou Qi saw it clearly from the top of the building. He threw away the rifle and a photo, then quickly went downstairs, chasing Ma Liu in the direction of escape.

And the whole street was already in chaos.