In the cold wind, Yang Feng rode the electric tricycle and walked out tremblingly. Although he still had many questions to ask now, this was obviously not the most important thing, the most important thing was...

"Hey, what about you, you sell pancakes and fruits!" The person who spoke was a black skin, holding a wooden stick in his hand. He was in his thirties and didn't look cruel. There were also a group of people watching the fun from afar, one by one, one by one, and one by one, looking at the warmth of the old cotton jackets and big cotton pants!

Yang Feng was stunned for a moment. Could it be that there are urban management in parallel spaces? Will this make people live?

The guy walked up to him, looked at Yang Feng, and then was happy.

"Have a fat?" he asked with the corner of his mouth twitching.

"Let two outsiders snatch it!" Yang Feng's answer was perfect, and it was difficult for him to feel suspicious with the helpless expression on his face.

Hei Pi seemed to believe it. After looking at his car, he asked in confusion: "Where is the egg and noodles inside you?"

"The people who rob me of food and clothing."

"No, I just saw him hitting the wall with an egg, and then bounced back and smashing his head." The middle-aged man who had just bought pancakes and fruits shouted excitedly in the crowd behind.

"Do you believe it?" Yang Feng asked everyone with a pure face, "Little Wow! With our minds, this little thing cannot be solved, so there is no need to fight wits and courage with the urban management."

They obviously don't believe it. No one will believe that an egg can hit the wall and can bounce back and hit people's heads.

Now even Hei Pi lost interest.

"It's okay, hurry up and do your business!" he waved his hand and said.

"Which brother borrows some clothes to wear?" Yang Feng faced everyone with a flattering look on his face.

"Who has extra clothes these days!" Hei Pi said with a calm face.

"I'll take the money," Yang Feng paused. It seemed that it was a problem whether the RMB could be circulated in this place. He looked at his body and then pulled down his wrist watch.

It is obviously inconvenient to look at the phone when making pancakes, and it is easy to break if you put an alarm clock, so he bought a time traveler's artifact, a quartz watch.

"I'll exchange this watch!" he said, holding up his watch.

The black-skinned face changed, and the cheapest watch would cost dozens of dollars. No matter how you look at it, you don’t look like the cheapest one. Just change to a cotton coat?

Is he really stupid or fake?

"Brother, there is a pawnshop when you turn left at the entrance of the alley. It is probably not a problem to use your watch as a big 10 or 8 yuan. It is enough to buy an old cotton coat from there.

This alley lives in the alley and helps poor guys. It would be nice if one person could have a cotton coat, and no one has any extras.” Hei Pi kindly reminded.

Damn, what the hell is this? A torn cotton jacket has become a luxury.

Yang Feng was very hesitant. He knew that he would definitely be slaughtered when he went to the pawn shop in this outfit. He probably changed into the most torn old clothes with a watch, but his life was not settled for the next few days.

What did he just say? Dayang? Could it be that this is the Republic of China?

"Who can change it with a cotton coat and five more pieces of ocean?" He raised his hand and said to the crowd watching the fun.

"There is no problem with the performance!" Hei Pi also woke up and made a hint to the crowd. It is estimated that Yang Feng's bid would make a lot of money, and he might be short of money, so he would rather let his neighbors make money.

Everyone looked at each other and it seemed that there were not many people with funds to do this business. The last guy who was a little fat came out and bowed to everyone: "If the neighbors have no objection, then brother will take it."

No one had any objection.

This guy, who was called Mr. Liu, soon went home and brought a cotton coat with body temperature.

"The dog just changed, brother, don't dislike it!" he said apologetically.

It’s not bad to dislike Yang Feng is almost frozen to death now. Not to mention what is being pulled from a living person, he will not dislike what is being pulled from a dead person.

After changing into a cotton coat, Yang Feng moaned comfortably, then took four silver dollars with Yuan Shikai's avatar and a large handful of copper plates.

"Who can you help me lead the way? I'll buy some noodles and eggs, which is a reward." Yang Feng said, holding three 20-month copper plates.

"No need to spend money, I just went to the front patrol the street and took you there together." Heipi said from the side.

In this way, the two of them left the alley together. As soon as they left, they saw a brigade of young men and women walking over with banners such as "Down with Japanese imperialism!" and "Taking back the three eastern provinces!"

Yang Feng's heart is cool.

He asked Heipi tremblely: "What's going on?"

"It's just that the Japanese have made trouble. Not to mention the three northeastern provinces, they bombarded Shanhaiguan a few days ago, and maybe they will hit this city of Peking. Let's talk about these students now, which Chinese are not full of anger!" Heipi sighed and said.

Well, the time and place have been determined now. At the end of 1932, Beijing was followed by the Rehe Incident, the Great Wall War of Resistance, the July 7 Incident, and then the Republic.

"Oh!" Yang Feng also sighed deeply.

The next thing was simple. The black-skin patrolman Liu Shuming took Yang Feng to buy various materials, and then the guy rode an electric tricycle to sell pancakes and fruits directly in Beijing in 1932.

Not to mention that the business was pretty good, this guy was smart enough to ride his bike with the parade student team.

"Eat a pancake! Each one costs five cents, and you will be more powerful to scold the Japanese when you are full!" Running to the front of the team and put a stall, the guy started to hawk.

In addition, his car is novel, the color pictures on it are beautiful, the price is fair, and the people are energetic. Soon a student who shouted that he was hungry came to buy it.

Most of the people who can go to middle school and college have better families and are not short of pocket money. The pancakes worth five cents each were sold quickly dozens of servings.

The marching team was in a mighty manner and headed directly to Zhang Xiaokuzi's house in the Shuncheng County Prince's Mansion. At this time, the police and Northeast Army who were driven away appeared.

Yang Feng, who was trained in combat with the urban management, jumped onto the tricycle the moment these wolves and tigers appeared, and turned his head and got into the alley next to him.

But he was not in a hurry to leave. This was not a dead end. It was easy to run, so he simply turned around and sat in the car to watch the fun.

The march was already in chaos, and the black-skinned police officers were not doing anything. They were all from Beijing and could not attack these students. The Northeast Army under Zhang Xiaokuozi was not so gentle.

These guys who were driven out by the Japanese had a lot of courage to deal with the students, and they put their fists and feet in hand, and soon beat these young men and girls who had never suffered any hardships.

In the chaos, two girls wearing blue Republic of China student outfits ran into the alley with a broken companion, followed by two Northeast Army soldiers holding wooden sticks.
Chapter completed!