It was very lively out front in the middle of the night, and even those who lived in remote corners could hear the sound of singing drifting over.
The babbling sound sounded like a short opera, but I couldn't hear it clearly because I was too far away.
Jiang Cha thought to himself that it turned out that Deyun Club’s crosstalk was a scam. How could there be so many people who wanted to listen to “Shi Ba Mo”?
The other people in the house were already snoring in their sleep, having been distracted by instructions from the front yard during the day.
I have been busy since I opened my eyes. Sometimes I help to fetch water for the girls to wash, sometimes I clean the room and wash the clothes they take off.
There is no need to describe in detail what their jobs are. In short, you can use your imagination and picture it with your mind and you will understand.
Before getting a change of clothes, Jiang Cha carefully checked her hands for any cuts.
Fortunately, the original body used to work frequently, and there were only scars and thick calluses on his hands from the previous work.
Then he carefully put the clothes into the water and scrubbed them with soap.
After she washed and hung the clothes to dry, she took the opportunity to go to the bathroom and sprayed a lot of alcohol on her hands and clothes.
She didn't dare to say that all the girls here were forced. In troubled times, it is inevitable that some people are desperate and come here just to survive.
Sympathy aside, she was mainly afraid of germs.
Since ancient times, "louzi" have been a high-incidence area for syphilis. For the sake of her life, she'd better be careful.
They worked tirelessly during the day, and at night each of them was given only a steamed bun and a bowl of soup that was almost as salty as pot washing water, without even a drop of oil.
The steamed bread was dry and choking, probably because it contained some corn cobs, which were rough and irritating to the throat.
Jiang Cha squatted at the foot of the wall, holding the bowl, soaking the steamed bread in the soup and eating it slowly, bite by bite. No matter how bad it tasted, it was better than going hungry. Didn't you see those aunties doing odd jobs staring at them?
If you don't eat, they'll take it away. There are always people who can't afford to eat. For a bite to eat, why bother saving face? Dignity is nothing in the face of poverty.
Sure enough, before she could finish eating, the steamed buns for those people were divided up by the aunts.
At night, a few people chatted quietly, complaining about how ugly the girls here were without makeup. They also mocked those aunties who even took away the steamed bread they didn't want, like beggars.
The noises grew quieter until they became snoring. It was obvious they were exhausted from the day; the girls were no less noisy than the men.
Jiang Cha secretly took out his watch from the space and looked at the time. It was already past two o'clock in the middle of the night. If he held on for a while longer, he would be able to take action soon.
Finally, around four in the morning, the yard was completely quiet. After waiting for a while, she quietly got up, saw that the others were still asleep, and gently opened the door and walked out.
Occasionally there were a few coughs in the yard, probably from people sleeping in other rooms.
The guard at the corner gate was an older woman. Jiang Cha had observed her during the day and found that she had a very poisonous eye. Anyone who glanced over there would be glared at fiercely by her.
He tiptoed behind her and took out the ether towel from the space to cover her mouth and nose.
The aunt who was snoring just now suddenly became silent. After confirming the effect of the medicine, she quickly took out a ladder from the space and leaned it against the wall.
She climbed over the wall and put the ladder away. In the dark alley, it was so quiet that she could hear her heartbeat.
Just pick a random direction and walk forward. Most of the alleys in the old city are interconnected.
It's her bad luck that she has hit a dead end!
I wandered through the crisscrossing alleys until dawn, when I could faintly hear the hawking sounds along the street.
She swiftly found a corner and entered the space, intending to take a shower and change clothes. She was wearing the work clothes from the building, which was too conspicuous on the street.
The space was still the same as before, and the supplies she had collected in the beautiful country were still there. She didn't pay attention to anything else, just wanted to take a shower and change clothes quickly.
Even if she didn't have mysophobia, she would still feel uncomfortable after coming out of that place.
I picked up a thick piece of clothing, took a shower and changed clothes in the big bathhouse, and then came out to find some useful things.
The exact year is not known at the moment, but judging from the helpers, it looks a bit like the Republic of China period.
But I didn't know the exact year, so I just cut my hair short and pretended to be a tomboy.
The original body was young, so it was safer to dress as a boy. Anyway, the original body had this capital, and had lived three lives without any "ups and downs".
She was speechless at how stunning the cheongsams of this era were, and she just hoped that her body would develop well so that she could experience how good it was to be a woman.
She wore a pair of trousers, a sweater and a thick cotton-padded jacket. The thick cotton-padded jacket was bought when she first started her business trip.
I thought I would wear something warm no matter where I went, so later I got a military coat and put it in my space and never took it out.
“Wontons, wontons fresh from the pot!”
"Hot pancakes!"
The shouts of breakfast vendors could be heard one after another on the street, and Jiang Cha was looking around with a few Yuan Datou coins in his hand.
These Yuan Datou coins were found during treasure hunts in the past. Judging from the situation on the street, they should be usable.
"Read the newspaper, the latest news: the Japanese have occupied Nanjing, burning, killing, looting and committing all sorts of atrocities!"
"Child, give me a newspaper, no need to look for it!"
He handed the Yuan Datou coin in his hand to the little boy selling newspapers. The boy blew on it and put it to his ear to listen to the sound.
The newspaper clearly printed December 13, 1937, a day that every Chinese person cannot forget.
Because today a shocking, inhumane and brutal massacre will take place, shocking China and the world.
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