Chapter 3 Chapter 2 The Party of the Poor

On March 15, 1950, the investigation records of the town counter-office (instructions from superiors: contradictory with other investigation materials, conflicts in the activity time of the parties involved, Comrade Ma Sheng is loyal and reliable, and Jin Shanqing needs to be continuously investigated.): Anti-counterfeiting cadres: You are a veteran of the revolution. You have made great contributions to the Revolution of 1911 and the revolutionary movement under the leadership of the Communist Party. We have this rare opportunity to learn from you.It is a last resort to invite you here this time, because I have to check with you about some things about Jin Shanqing.

Ma Sheng (real name Ma Youcai, provincial leader, 59 years old, originally from Tianjin): Which level of leader approved this matter? Counter-revolutionary cadres: they are the heads of the central government.In order to invite you to come, we specially typed a report to the central government. This is the original of the approval document, please have a look. Ma Sheng: Investigating Jin Shanqing?I met him last month. I, it was me, specially invited him to eat steamed buns at the steamed stuffed bun shop. They were not the rationed steamed stuffed buns in our cafeteria, but meatballs, each with a bag full of oil. Very fragrant.I have always had such a wish for 38 years, just to treat him to a meal, to have a full meal.Let him eat me for the rest of his life...

Counter-rebellion cadre: Were you with him in February 1912? Ma Sheng: Is this the beginning?I saw him for the first time in the first month of that year, about the third day of the first month.At that time, he was a rich man. I heard that he was one of the most famous rich young masters in the local area in the early years. He spent money like water, and somehow got into the League.I was a small worker at the time, not much better than a beggar.At that time, the Revolution of 1911 could not be said to be a success, and I think so now, it was just the beginning.In the north, especially here in Tianjin, there are a group of revolutionary parties and several organizations, which have no affiliation with the Tongmenghui. Their goal is to overthrow the Manchu Qing government. As for what to do after success, everyone has their own plans, and there is no definite purpose.Even people in the same party do not have a unified revolutionary ideal.The revolutionary organization I belonged to was called the Northern Revolutionary Corps. It was composed of workers, peddlers, coachmen, and all kinds of poor people...

It's not a good idea to meet at the Pont de France. Two idlers stand on the edge of the bridge, no matter which end they are at. Here, the Chinese patrols who were as good as the thieves in front of the train station, or the French Concession patrols in the south of the bridge, might catch them.What's more, this is an extraordinary period. The Qing Dynasty fell, but the Republic of China has not yet been established. The whole country is fighting for independence. Everyone who holds military power feels that "Qin has lost its deer, and the world is chasing it", and they are kings and hegemons. The opportunity has come.

But this side still has to be seen, Jin Shanqing has no choice.The matter is urgent and there is no choice.Because the Northern Revolutionary Corps is likely to organize a new riot within a few days.Leaving aside any adverse impact this incident has on the current situation of the North-South peace talks, he feels that this incident itself has problems.He didn't mean to look down on the poor, but he felt that starting a revolution was a very expensive thing. The Northern Revolutionary Corps was full of poor people who couldn't even get two meals a day. They "can't afford" the revolution...

It was just 6:30 in the evening, but it was already dark, and the street lights in the French Concession were turned on early. The Chinese enclave surrounded by the concession was on the other side of the station, and it was still dark and unlit. It was the negligence of the messenger to fail to make an appointment on which side of the bridge to meet.Unfortunately, the French bridge was about to be opened to cross the ship, which delayed the time. Jin Shanqing and the girl Baoyi in men's clothing stood on the ground of the French Concession in the south of the bridge, and kept looking to the north of the bridge, it was so dark that they couldn't see clearly, wondering if anyone coming to join them.The time to open the bridge and cross the ship is only 6 minutes, which is very short, but it takes a lot of effort to use the motor to raise the bridge and then lower it.Soon, the south end of the bridge was crowded with horse-drawn carriages and foreign cars waiting to cross the river, and there were also two newly fashionable cars mixed in.

Since the acquaintance, Jin Shanqing has never seen Baoyi wearing women's clothing. She always looks like a rich man, with fashionable and luxurious clothes. A young man with poetry and books.In fact, as long as anyone takes a closer look, they will probably be able to see through her identity as a daughter. She has picturesque eyebrows, a dark complexion, and the sweetness in her two smiles is not faked." Heroic" can cover up.At the same time, this sweetness is a natural disguise - she is an important leader of the local women's assassination group. After waiting for a long time, the two Annan patrols on the street looked at them from time to time.Baoyi unconsciously adjusted the large Louis Vuitton leather bag on her shoulders. The bag was very heavy, and she was a little nervous.In fact, Jin Shanqing was already very nervous. Waiting like this, when the bridge fell down and opened to traffic, the Annan policeman would be free, and at least they would come to question him.Among the various local concessions, the Annan patrol in the French Concession and the Koryo patrol in the Japanese Concession are the worst for the Chinese...

"Sir, do you want a car?" Two rickshaws with eight donated signs that can pass through the whole city were parked beside them. The two rickshaw drivers were young and clean, and they wore short blue cotton robes—this meant that they hadn't seen each other for a while. Soliciting customers, because when pulling the cart and running, you can't wear cotton robes, it doesn't look like it. Jin Shanqing shook his head.At this moment, he noticed that the traffic flow on both sides of the bridge started to move, and the two Annan patrols walked lazily towards the bridge, but their eyes kept glancing to this side.They will inevitably turn around halfway, which is a method used by patrols in various concessions.

The rickshaw driver did not leave, and they also discovered Annan's intention of patrolling. They tore off the cotton robe in twos and twos, put it in the trunk of the carriage, and threw it on the seat, and whispered to Jin Shanqing: "Go to Xitou!" What? Just the fare for a pack of cigarettes, Pirates." Jin Shanqing and Bao Yi, who had already held the handle of the pistol, were overjoyed.This is the signal for the joint, these people are a little clever, and they will not attract attention when they pretend to be coachmen.Moreover, "Xitou" is one of the lowest-level shanty towns in the area. From this area, it is impossible for anyone to go directly to that kind of place. It is like going straight from heaven to hell, and even the world is ignored.

Just when Annan's patrol was speeding up, the two of them jumped into the rickshaw.The two coachmen obviously belonged to the kind of speeding cars that asked for extra money. They stepped hard and jumped several feet in a blink of an eye. When they heard Annan's police whistle blowing the whistle, the two cars had already separated. Jin Shanqing's car along the river Running towards the Japanese wharf, Baoyi's car turned a few turns, and Xu Street could be seen from a distance. Baoyi's foreign car passed through the French Concession and went to the bustling Xu Street in the Japanese Concession. The rows of shops on both sides were not very big, but densely packed like a honeycomb. Strings of electric lights and dazzling ore lamps illuminated the street. Like daytime, the street is very lively.

Even if someone is following her, it's easy to avoid it here, she thought.The car swayed and almost ran into a "bearer". "Slow down." Bao Yi asked the coachman to slow down his pace, so as not to sneak around in the car seam or the crowd.For nothing else, what Baoyi wants is to be decent, and not to be misunderstood as a "red man" who catches up with the police.On the side of this street next to the Haihe River is Shoujie Street, with dozens of second- and third-class teams;In addition to the large and small restaurants in this area, this is the time for prostitutes to drink, have fun, and call for notes.At this time, in this place, there is only one kind of speeding car running on the street, and that is the red girl in the team.Poor prostitutes who have no money to ride in a rickshaw let a "bearer" take her out.This is also a local scene, which was often the case in the Qing Dynasty, but it is rare now. Most of the "carrying people" are good guys in their early twenties, with green cloth trousers and jackets, blue bags around the waist, and cloth socks and shoes on their feet. They are both foot strength and bodyguards, preventing local gangsters from snatching their sisters and hiding them. Get up and extort money; most of the prostitutes above are combing their old-fashioned ingot hair, emerald emerald and gold-covered heads, holding the man's shoulders with both hands, and the man is holding her calf, a pair of little feet wrapped in diamond tips and willow thin Leaning backwards, being surprised by out-of-town travelers as a strange thing about losing money and making money. Looking back several times, Bao Yi was relieved to see that there was no foreign car following behind him for a long time.It took more than a quarter of an hour just to cross the crowded Asahi Street.After crossing the southeast city corner, there is Huajie, Dongma Road, Beima Road, Guyi Street, and Zhenshi Street. This area is full of time-honored shops. Along the way, there are people carrying lanterns everywhere, Mr. Huoshi. It says With their own trading names, they come out to solicit business. At the intersection of Needle Market, the coachman dropped her off at the street corner. "You can change your car, go to Gaoji grocery store, there are people waiting for you." A street watchman still wearing a red tasseled cap in full Qing Dynasty walked slowly towards this side, and kept looking at them. "Aren't you going to take me there?" Bao Yi was a little confused, but he still put the two cents in the hand of the coachman who had been waiting there. Will it be arranged wrong?Bao Yi hesitated again.You can't go to Xitou on foot. If you don't get there, you might be robbed and picked up.This kind of thing happens every day in that place, not to mention the New Year's Eve, when the god of poverty descends to the realm. Walked a few steps west along Beima Road, and ordered a few decent new cars. No one would go to a place like "Xitou", let alone the owner of the car couldn't even tell the exact boundary.In the end, I had to sit in a broken car with few lights and no bell, and the driver was a fourteen or fifteen-year-old child.This car has been following her from Needle Market Street, but she doesn't want to sit in it, it's too dirty. No wonder good cars refuse to come!Baoyi saw at a glance that the small dark sheds were connected together, and even if there was a road in the middle, they were like uneven garbage dumps. "Do you really know that place?" Baoyi was frightened by the poverty oppressing her from the darkness, and took out the pistol under the leather robe.The gun was always on fire, but the safety was off.It's not that scary. "Master, let me find you a fun place? It's cheap, clean, and comfortable. I'll guarantee you to play until dawn, and I'm thinking about staying until the Lantern Festival." The voice of the boy pulling the cart was hoarse. , without the immaturity of this age. Baoyi didn't dare to answer the coachman's words. "Don't worry, it's not an outsider, that's my own sister. Go ahead, you'll be there just two turns away. It will definitely be enough for your second grandfather to enjoy." "No." She seemed to be burned. "You take me to the place, and I'll give you two dollars." "Is it the eldest son, or the money ticket?" "It's foreign money." "Ouch," cried the coachman. "I have to kowtow to you twice, but this is the limit." The so-called Gaoji grocery store is no better than a small sugar stall. It is said to be a pretense, but it is just a lantern that is so weak that it can hardly see the light. Get some lights on. The two oceans are placed on the pedals, and they are all valuable Spanish stationers, which are more expensive than other foreign coins.The little coachman really lay down on the ground and kowtowed twice to Bao Yi.It was inconvenient for Baoyi to reach out to support him, so he had to walk into the grocery store, who would have thought that the driver would follow behind her, never leaving her footsteps. "Go quickly, it's none of your business here." Bao Yi was afraid that his dirty hands would scratch her clothes. "Stay for a while, don't you have to go back?" The little driver smiled with his dirty face that hadn't been washed for many days, and said, "Don't make trouble. I know you. You are Zhao Baoyi, Miss Zhao Er. I am the Northern Revolutionary The team members are also here for the party, so I will pick you up by the way." "Since you know me, you still teased me just now!" Bao Yi was a little annoyed. "Don't talk, don't laugh, it's not lively. It's too eye-catching for a decent person like you to sneak into Xitou. No one will be suspicious of you as a "fishing" client. These days , people from Yang Bangzi (Yang Yide, the head of the Tianjin Visitation Bureau) are watching closely. Come, I will carry your bag for you." "What's your name?" "My name is San Bangzi, my surname is Qian, and I don't have a big size." Carrying a valuable leather bag worth fifteen bags of foreign noodles, and sniffing the expensive perfume on Baoyi's body, Xiao San Bangzi was very proud. Ma Sheng: Baoyi was very famous at the time. It is said that she executed several traitors with her own hands. The people she found all hated why their parents gave birth to themselves, but died early and lived happily. Counter-rebellion cadre: What kind of person is this Baoyi? Ma Sheng: I heard that too, but many people say that this girl is born to be a spendthrift, and she always takes a rickshaw when she goes out; a meal can cost the price of two bags of foreign noodles.A bag of foreign noodles weighs 44 catties, which can feed a family of four for a month with stick noodles (corn flour).One of her leather robes can buy a courtyard house...However, this girl has a very good humanity and is not bad to us poor people, unlike Jin Shanqing who looks down on the poor. Counter-revolutionary cadre: How do you know her? Ma Sheng: I have dealt with them before.The real acquaintance was in February 1912, at the Gaoji grocery store in Xitou... Counter-revolutionary cadre: It is normal for Jin Shanqing to look down on the poor, which is determined by class nature.What relationship did you have with him at the time, and how did you get involved? Ma Sheng: (angry) Does it matter?This kid came to the door by himself. He has ulterior motives... The car Jin Shanqing was riding in was also fast. As soon as he entered the Japanese Concession, he realized that something was wrong, and he was followed by two men on bicycles.At this time, bicycles had just been introduced to the local area, and there were only two types of people who rode this kind of bicycles: one was "playing tickets", and the rich and less showy; the other was patrolling.The police stations in the British, French, and Japanese concessions had just set up bicycle teams, and they were very popular. Yang Yide, the head of the Chinese Visiting Bureau, also had this intention, and it seemed that they were just in the trial stage.Those who have been able to follow from the French Concession to the Japanese Concession will not be the Chinese detectives in the Concession, but most of them are Yang Yide's people. Going northwest along the river, it's time to enter the Huajie. If they came to arrest him, they would definitely do it once they entered the Huajie. He stepped on the bell on the car a few times, and the driver slowed down. "There is a tail at the back, and it has been following from the Dharma Realm." Jin Shanqing's tone was very steady. It was the first time he had dealt with the Northern Revolutionary Corps, and they could not let them look down upon him. The coachman just nodded his head, walked more slowly, and pulled the bell with his hand.In fact, the road was not crowded at this time, and his ringing of the bell seemed to be a signal.The two spies at the back also slowed down the speed of the car, opened a distance of twenty or thirty feet, followed unhurriedly, with cigarettes in their mouths, flashing in the darkness. Soon, Jin Shanqing found that there were more foreign cars on the road for no reason, most of them were empty cars, and many of them were pulling customers. They all followed behind his car, trotting unhurriedly.He could hear some passengers in the cars complaining, but the drivers remained silent and formed a convoy of dozens of cars, following behind Jin Shanqing. Going west along the river, you will enter Huajie.Jin Shanqing was a little nervous, maybe Yang Yide's people had already been waiting at Huajiekou, waiting for his arrival.At this time, the coachman turned north and got on a newly built iron bridge.This is the third openable iron bridge bought from abroad besides the French Bridge and King Kong Bridge in the local area. Across the bridge is the Austrian Concession. On the bridge here is a group of Japanese soldiers with bayonets attached to their rifles.The Japanese have always been the most sensitive to changes in China's political situation, and their reaction was the strongest when Emperor Xuantong abdicated.On the other side of the bridge were only two Chinese inspectors from the Austrian Concession, guarding the bridgehead and directing traffic.As soon as Jin Shanqing's car got on the bridge, dozens of cars behind rushed towards the bridge together. Immediately afterwards, two drivers were seen fighting together among the cars. The driver who persuaded the fight put down the car and surrounded him. In one piece, the bridgehead was blocked. Great job!Jin Shanqing couldn't help but admire.It seems that the poor have their own way of the poor.Even if he can imagine such a method, he has no way to implement it.Jin Shanqing knows himself well, and his best way to solve difficulties is to spend a lot of money.Take advantage of people?exactly.Of course a decent person wants to take advantage of others, but never wants to be taken advantage of. Not far into the Austrian Concession, Jin Shanqing was stuffed into a two-wheeled horse-drawn sedan, and ran along the opposite bank of the river, past the reconstructed Wanghailou Church, and turned back to the river from the King Kong Bridge... … Counter-rebellion cadre: Why did you agree to meet Jin Shanqing?Is it necessary to deal with these rich people for the revolution? Ma Sheng: You brat looks at the problem very sharply.Jin Shanqing contacted us through the women's assassination group, saying that there is such a person who wants to see us.We don't want to see them, although he is in the name of the League, we don't have the slightest trust in these rich people.However, he is a local kid who knows the tricks of doing things, and the people who come out to contact us are kind to us. We can't pretend to be grandchildren and don't give the benefactor face.That's how they agreed to meet.When I picked him up, I realized that this kid had already been targeted by the Visiting Bureau, and it was very difficult to meet him. Counter-revolutionary cadres: Maybe it’s inappropriate for me to say that. Is it necessary to save face when doing revolutionary work?Should everything be centered on the purpose of revolution? Ma Sheng: You are right in saying that. It is not just a matter of face, we are lucky for him.You don't know, the people who come and go with Jin Shanqing are rich people, and what we need most is money.Money is needed to buy guns, bullets and explosives.At that time, I thought, maybe this guy can help us solve some difficulties. In Baoyi's eyes, the so-called Gaoji Grocery Store didn't have any goods in it. There were two straw houses inside and outside, the walls were blackened by the stove fire, and there were seven or eight people standing on the ground, tall and short, although most of them were young people. But there are also pretty old folks, and teenage kids.Most of the people were dressed in shabby clothes, and some of them only wore jackets. Bao Yi had already prepared for this meeting. She knew that the other party was a group of poor people, so she specially picked out the cheapest squirrel fur robe in her closet and put it on. She took off the diamond ring and box green emerald finger on her hand. When it came down, only a gold watch inlaid with red and sapphires was hung - there was no way, the other pocket watches were all inlaid with diamonds of various colors.Although she took great pains to dress herself up, here and now, she understood that she was still like a monster, out of tune with the environment and atmosphere. There were only two seats in the room. Sitting on a low stool was a young man about the same age as Jin Shanqing, with a shaved head and no braids. His face was clean and his nails were full of black dust.It was only then that Baoyi noticed that most of the people in the room had their braids cut.How fast they moved, with the recklessness of the poor. "Please sit down." The young man pointed to a wooden chair with a hemp rope tied to one leg. "Miss Baoyi doesn't think it's dirty?" "I don't think so, you have to go through everything in revolution." Bao Yi knew that the smile on her face was still a little stiff, but she felt that she answered quite appropriately. "You are Ma Youcai, right?" Ma Youcai (renamed Ma Sheng more than ten years later) was a little surprised. "Are you listening carefully? You are indeed a well-known figure in the women's assassination group." "I've heard about your name for a long time, too." Baoyi's smile widened, and he showed a little twitch when accepting the other party's compliment. "Mr. Jin Shanqing has important matters to discuss with you this time, and I hope you will cooperate well." Ma Youcai didn't answer this sentence. Baoyi opened the Louis Vuitton leather bag and took out a pistol, a Colt made in Germany, a few years ago model.People around showed varying degrees of nervousness.This is normal, Baoyi thought, anyone would be nervous when faced with a murder weapon, even if the gun is held by your wife.Another one was taken out, made in Switzerland; the next one was made in Italy..., eight pistols, all different, the same feature is that they are all high-end products produced a few years ago. "I'm not in a hurry to get the ready-made ones. I've collected a few from here and there. I don't know if they are suitable for use?" Although it is an old model, it is still a high-quality product, but it is no longer fashionable.Baoyi felt that these weapons were too expensive and still didn't fit their status. If there were seven or eight gold bars in front of him, Ma Youcai would not be so shocked, because he and his comrades had never seen gold bars.But they have experience with weapons, and the things conjured up in the girl's bag in front of them are all "dreams" that they dare not achieve. "How does it feel to use such an advanced gun? Is it accurate?" Ma Youcai took a small Browning for women, looked at it over and over again, then disassembled it into a bag of parts, and assembled it with ease. , and then rolled up the sleeves to wipe off the unclean fingerprints left on them. "Such a small thing is worth five or six big guns." The latter sentence was not addressed to anyone, it could only be regarded as an exclamation of shock.Baoyi thought.She saw the naked "greed" in the eyes of these people.It seems that Jin Shanqing's understanding of people is indeed unique. His original words are: "They, poor revolutionaries, like two things the most, food and weapons." "I got this from a friend. It looks like most of it has never been shot since I bought it from a foreign company." Bao Yi said lightly, not wanting to show signs of being kind to others. "This Browning is mine, and it was given by someone else. I'm sorry, but I bring you something I don't like." "This is a treasure." "I prefer weapons with high firepower. The caliber of .22 is too small." Baoyi was just telling the truth, but he sounded like a "warrior". "Thank you for sending charcoal in a timely manner. It will be needed in two days. We will have a big operation." Ma Youcai picked up the powerful Colt and tucked it in his waist, and put the other guns into an old man's jelly beans basket. Bao Yi agrees with Jin Shanqing's view, and does not approve of creating chaos at this time, which will bring new troubles to the peace talks between the Nanjing Provisional Government and Yuan Shikai.So she said: "I'm afraid this matter is inappropriate. We do not approve of launching an uprising at this time." "We are grateful for these guns. However, no one can stop what our revolutionary corps is going to do." Ma Youcai's young face was mixed with determination and contempt, and his black eyebrows were full of fine coal dust.Obviously, he has the stubborn temper of a cow. "Mr. Jin will come later, please thank him for us, and I'm sorry. It's all fighting in the country, and we have a part here, so we have to do it. Besides, they are too far to the south. We can’t reach here. When we conquer Beijing, we can invite Mr. Sun Wen to sit on the dragon chair, no problem. Just don’t stop us.” While talking, suddenly someone outside the door raised his voice and asked, "Is Mrs. Wang at home? Mrs. Wang...?" Mrs. Wang is the owner of the shop, and she coaxed the child to sleep behind.At this moment, the door of the store was pushed open, and a snack box from Xiangdezhai came in first—a clever disguise, followed by a decent guy—it was Jin Shanqing, who was covered with a worn-out fur coat. The blue cloth long gown, but it is neatly mended and washed. Jin Shanqing must have been in the dark for too long, and when he collected his mind, he saw clearly that there were eight short guns pointed at his head, five of which were very rough, probably imitated "Single One" in the Santiao Stone and Iron Factory. .He swore on the graves of his grandfather and father, who had squandered their fortunes in a ridiculous life, that this crude weapon was more dangerous than the precious jewel-encrusted pistols he had encountered before. The three clappers beat Jin Shanqing as soon as he entered the door, and then dodged behind the door.Realizing that he is not one of his own, first he stretched out his hand to lift his big scarf, covered his eyes, stumbled on his feet, leaned his shoulders on his waist, and gave the boy a "virtue and joy".Jin Shanqing took advantage of the situation and lay down on the ground, and a few rough hands and feet came up and held him down. "Wait a minute. Let him get up." Baoyi had already seen clearly that it was Jin Shanqing who came. "This is the Mr. Jin you invited." Ma Youcai put away the .38 caliber Colt, as if he regretted not being able to try the new gun. "He came to us," he said. "You are Brother Ma? It's great to meet you." Jin Shanqing gave up Mandarin and changed to a local accent in order to get closer to these people. "A few years ago, when I was in the south, I heard about your Northern Revolutionary Corps. They all said that you are courageous and loyal guys..." Jin Shanqing has no experience in making friends with the poor.But everyone loves to hear good things, and there is nothing wrong with this truth. There were not enough seats for three people in the room, and Ma Youcai didn't ask Jin Shanqing to sit down, but everyone stood there, making the room seem crowded. "Treasurer Jin, you asked us to meet, what's the matter?" Ma Youcai said.Jin Shanqing was the second shopkeeper of the Huacaifang of the German business Hengchang Foreign Bank, so Ma Youcai spoke very politely, but at the same time he was a bit repulsive. Asking about the purpose of coming straight to the point like this is not the way Jin Shanqing is good at talking. "Let's take our time, don't worry." He glanced at Baoyi and said, "Have you handed over everything?" Bao Yi nodded. He said again: "This is just a small meaning of our worship, no matter what, the big guys should be regarded as a family." His tone was very gentle, and the topic moved away from the distance, and it went back and forth bit by bit. , into his habit of talking to people. "However, to put it bluntly, this kind of short guy can only be used for self-defense and is not of great use. Not to mention the confrontation between the two armies, charging into battle, even if two groups of people fight on the street, they are not as good as big guns." Jin Shanqing has always sat and talked with people comfortably, sometimes lying on the couch, but now standing here to persuade the other party is a bit uncomfortable.Also, the blue cloth robe on the outside was a bit thin, tightly wrapped around the leather robe inside, making it very uncomfortable.He took out his cigarette and moved around, but no one reached out, so Ma Youcai took out the dry pipe, hit it with a scythe, squatted down and smoked violently.The others also squatted down, and it was pitch black, only Bao Yi who was sitting and himself who was standing were left. This is an unexpected problem. People in the Revolutionary Corps are all in short clothes, so squatting down is not a problem, but he is wearing a long gown... "Brother Ma, listen to me," Jin Shanqing flipped up the back of the leather robe, held it awkwardly, and squatted beside Ma Youcai. "In the first half of last year, the Qing government marched a large number of weapons from Chanchenyang. The guards of the governor of Zhili were replaced with new guns, the latest German-made breech-loading seven-shot guns. We only have pistols in our hands. But them." Ma Youcai did not speak, but only stared at Jin Shanqing through the thick smoke of Hanyan.A middle-aged man behind him spoke, tall and with a Baodi County accent. "I've said this a long time ago. I can't do the thing of resolutely hitting the south wall. If you want to do it, you have to recruit more people and get a few more guns..." Ma Youcai waved his hand to stop the disagreement. "Listen to what the shopkeeper Jin has to say." "We have also done this. You must have heard that last month, the Alliance and the revolutionary groups here attacked the Governor's Mansion, but it failed. Didn't someone in your Revolutionary Corps also sacrificed in that uprising? Why did it fail? It’s not because the signal was released earlier, it’s an excuse, it’s because our firepower is not strong enough. The Governor’s Mansion pulled up the King Kong Bridge and hit us with a big gun across the river, but what about us? How can you beat them with a pistol?" It seems that there are different opinions within the Revolutionary Corps.Jin Shanqing found another way to success. "What do you mean?" Ma Youcai twisted his black eyebrows together, disliking Jin Shanqing's beating around the bush. "What I mean is, don't rush to do it. In a few days, I will get you a batch of big guns with enough bullets, and unite with all the revolutionary comrades in Tianjin to make him a big riot. If we do it right now Do it, not to mention the new army of the Association newly transferred into the city, even the more than one hundred fast guns guarding the governor's mansion will also kill the big guy." Jin Shanqing paused, letting the other party taste the taste , changed the subject, and said again: "I'm not afraid of death. How can Tianjin Wei's dolls be afraid of death? I'm afraid, and they will die for nothing for no reason. You can still live a good life after conquering the country. You can't let these poor guys I will die if I don’t eat the stewed pancakes.” Jin Shanqing finally found the feeling of talking to the poor. With a bang, the door was knocked open, and the sentry in the distance rushed in. "Hurry up, the patrolmen are coming up, from the east." Ma Youcai called out to Jin Shanqing: "Go quickly." Eight or nine people rushed to a door, rushing Baoyi aside.In a blink of an eye, everyone split up and quickly disappeared into the darkness. Baoyi was pushed by someone, stepped on a brick, and sprained his foot. His ankle hurt so badly that he couldn't take a step.Jin Shanqing's feet were numb from squatting, and she couldn't relax for a while. Ma Youcai held two pistols and turned his head to stare at the two of them, making Jin Shanqing think for a moment that he was going to kill people to silence them. "Follow me, let's go west." Ma Youcai was very calm, much beyond Jin Shanqing's expectation. "You go first." Jin Shanqing couldn't let the other party underestimate her. "They probably won't catch us. Even if they catch us, I have someone in the Governor's Mansion, so it's okay." At this time, the little three clappers came in, and said to Ma Youcai, "I'll send Miss Bao Er away, don't worry about it." "Go." Jin Shanqing knew that his persuasion work was not successful, so he should try his best to show the true civilian loyalty so that we can meet next time. "Leave us alone." Counter-rebellion cadre: Is Jin Shanqing a loyal person? Ma Sheng: This is hard to say.A young master like him has no sense of loyalty with us poor boys.We feel that he can do all the hard things with nowhere to go, and that two small money is nothing to him at all, just the money for a meal, and he doesn't need to eat well.However, your reminder made me feel a little interesting. At that time, he seemed to be..., that's not right!We only have a few poor lives, is he trying to trick us?No, definitely not, he has no loyalty to us!It would be silly to say that he took pity on us.This kid is always pretending, you can't figure out what's going on with him, unlike Baoyi, Baoyi just takes pity on us poor people, her heart is as soft as tofu's, when she sees us poor, she immediately about to cry... Counter-rebellion cadre: At that time, was anyone in your regiment confused by him? Ma Sheng: That is for sure.Originally, the opinions in the team were not unified, and if he came over to meddle, would there still be chaos?I hate this kid because of this, is there anyone here? Jin Shanqing and San Bangzi, one on each side, supported Baoyi and got into the broken car, then tore off the blue cloth robe that made him uncomfortable, and threw it on the side of the road. "Go south. I came from the south, and I didn't see the patrolman." Jin Shanqing supported the side of the car, trotted all the way beside San Bangzi, and went down to the south. Before walking out of the arrow, gunshots rang out here and there. Fortunately, the gunshots were in the west and north.Baoyi stretched out his hand, held Jin Shanqing's hand, and whispered, "Thank you, without you, I don't know what I would do!" "And me, don't you thank me?" San Bangzi didn't stay idle in front of him. Seeing that he could reach the southwestern corner of the city by turning a few more alleys, Jin Shanqing stopped San Bangzi: "You first pull Miss Er to hide, and I will take a look ahead. Come out if there is no danger." "I'll go." San Bangzi pulled Jin Shanqing's sleeve with his dirty hands. "You are wearing a leather robe. If you go out from this area, you don't need a patrolman. Anyone who sees you will know that you are not from this area. Patch, even a rich man." Baoyi leaned on the car seat, his feet throbbed with pain, and sweat appeared on his forehead. "Can you still bear it?" Jin Shanqing is the kind of person who will spend money to hire the best doctor. At the same time, he is willing to take care of the patients himself. Even though he was born as a young master, whoever ruins his family can do everything. "Why don't you come down for a walk?" Bao Yi thought about all the people who had fled. Although they were rich and poor, and had different tempers and dispositions, they all had one goal—to overthrow the Manchu Qing Dynasty and establish the Republic of China.Hearing the sporadic gunshots in the distance, she reached out to Jin Shanqing, "Hold my hand." San Bangzi came back after a meal, carrying a bunch of paper bags and cattail bags, big and small, and said pantingly, "West road and south road are full of patrolmen, so I can't get through it. I see, It happened that there was a mutton shop that didn't come to the door, so I bought some food, you can go home with me." Jin Shanqing had already lost her way after making several turns and turns, only to find that the further she walked, the surrounding houses gradually got higher and looked like a courtyard.Finally stopped at a door.San Bangzi said, "Don't worry, the police won't come here." It is said that this is a yard, but in fact there is only space for a car, plus a small fat man can squeeze through.There are two houses in the north and south respectively. The walls are full of half-bricks, and the roofs don't look like tiles. "Sister, sister, have you hung up the curtain yet?" After entering the door, San Bangzi yelled, straightening his neck.In the room on the left, a young woman replied with a pleasant voice: "There is no one here today. There is cornbread left for you on the stove, eat and go to bed early." "Sister, I have brought guests." "Nonsense, I'm stuck without eating. It's not in the middle of the night to catch up with the hot quilt." "It's my friend, get up and boil some water. She sprained her ankle." "Sister, sorry to bother you, please do me a favor." Jin Shanqing interjected. There was a creaking sound at the door, and Eldest Sister Qian was holding an oil lamp in her hand, wearing a water-red jacket with elbows patched, and bound her feet. When she saw Baoyi, she was surprised, "You bastard, how can you get a female guest?" Come? Could it be your...?" “对，就是闹革命的同志。快扶屋里去。”三梆子到了家中，俨然是个当家人的样子。 “我屋里不洁净，小姐，还是这边来把。”钱大姐儿伸手搀住宝义，进了对面的房子。这里外间是个灶间，挑开个蓝布帘，里边盘成一张大炕。“这是我兄弟的屋，虽说是肮脏些，总比我那里强。” 金善卿小心地脱下宝义的皮鞋，发现脚脖子肿得老粗。 “这是淤血了。”三梆子把大包小包放在炕上，满不在乎地说：“没么大不了的。等会儿吃饱了，三下两下，就给她消肿止痛。” 三梆子买来的是些个羊蹄、羊肝等贱食，外加七八个高梁面饼子、五个白面火烧和一罐子白酒。宝义原本也吃不下这种东西，加上心中有事，仍然惦记着逃散的同志，就推托说是想喝口开水。 “这样啊。”三梆子有些失望。“这么好吃的东西。那就，姐，点火烧水。乘着这会儿闲功夫，我把她的脚先治了。” 宝义的天足匀称、结实，全不似缠足女子那般丑怪，让金善卿看得心旌荡漾。三梆子取过一只黑釉的粗碗，倒上半碗白酒，划根洋火点着了，又把宝义的裤子向上卷了卷，对金善卿说：“老哥，您了高升，上炕扶着她些。小姐多半没见过这个，看吓着。” 宝义其实已经吓坏了，只是在金善卿面前，她不想显出过分的娇嫩，咬住嘴唇硬挺着。 三梆子用手抓起一把带火的白酒，在宝义的脚腕上由轻至重，一下一下的搓着，淡蓝色的火苗在腿上、指间跳跃，时不时地还噼啪作响。 起初，宝义死命抓住金善卿的手，过了好一阵子她才发现，那跳动的火苗并不真的烧人，她的腿上只是感觉一阵阵的灼热，再不似方才那样刺心地疼了。半碗白酒搓完，三梆子伸手拉过来金善卿的毛线围巾，比了比，说：“还是你来吧，给她裹严实了，别着凉。” 外间灶上烧着火，屋里暖和了一些。钱大姐儿端了只大碗进来：“二小姐，没好东西，就一个鸡蛋，还是昨个客人剩下的，来碗甩果汤吧，暖和暖和。这位二爷，还有您了一碗，这就端来。” 买来的吃食都摆在炕上，大家吃得很热闹。宝义的腿已经止了疼，肚子也就饿了，就着那碗鸡蛋汤，泡半个火烧在里边，慢慢地吃。 “今天要不是二小姐给我那两块钱，我还真没钱给你们买吃食。”三梆子就着羊蹄大嚼高梁面饼子，没去动火烧与羊肝。就这样，他也吃得头上见了汗，兴奋得不得了。“那辆破车，一天拉不上几毛钱。” “买辆新车得多少钱？”宝义问。 “好车得一百多块，七八成新的，也得个七十来块，还得是人家急着卖。不想那个，咱也没打算一辈子干这个。”三梆子口中塞着粘粘的高梁面，也碍不着他讲话。 “回头你来找我，我给你钱买辆新车吧。”宝义有些心软了，同时也是真正被感动了，她这一生，除去在父母那里，从未有人如此真诚地待她。“你也别推辞，算是我给你的诊金。我这腿好多了。” “等天亮，我再给你抓一回，转天就能下地了。”三梆子望了望他姐姐，又看了看金善卿，把满是油腻的辫子从头上解下来，又盘上去，有些为难的样子。 “二小姐，我不想要你的钱。”他终于说了。 “为什么？”这回是金善卿不解了。 这时，一直在一边照应大家吃喝的钱大姐儿说话了，脸上淡淡的并不动情。“我这兄弟是个革命迷，别说他，我也是个革命迷。自从知道穷人革命能有饱饭吃，我们就忘了自己个了，拚命替'团里'忙活。我兄弟每个月拉车，省吃少用，能给'团里'交上两三块钱经费。马有财大哥在比国电灯房烧锅炉，一个月八块半的工钱，他交出来七块钱，剩下的才拿来养活老婆、孩子。谁让大家伙儿都穷啊。就像我这个卑贱人，多接几个客，每个月还给'团里'交个十块八块的，买不了枪炮，买几粒子药也好啊。” “我姐姐是团里交钱最多的。”三梆子很为姐姐自豪，他望着姐姐的眼神，几乎令宝义落泪。 宝义和金善卿都放下了手中的碗，他们吃不下去了。这几句淡淡的话对他们的冲击太大了。他们一向理解的革命，跟这姐弟俩理解的革命，相差太远了。 革命的真正意义是什么呢？金善卿一向知道自己这个革命者有些个问题，但问题出在哪，他没有把握。发大财，把他祖父和父亲败掉的家业兴盛起来？这是肯定是理想之一。其它的呢？还应该有些更大的想头…… 建立民国真能解救他们吗？金善卿有些怀疑，穷人太多了，世上哪有那么多的钱财，够所有人过上好日子？但他又抱有几分希冀，也许就能够……？还是先救了自己，再救别人，发了大财之后，能拿出来的会比这姐弟俩多得多。 于是，他那被搅乱的心安静了下来。他知道自己日后该如何行事了，便又多吃了一只火烧。 不知道马有财他们逃出去没有？这也让人担心。金善卿并没有希望马有财被巡捕抓住，从而使他轻而易举地达到目的。不，那种念头太过卑劣了，非到万不得已是不能使用的。他相信自己的办事能力，更相信他的个人魅力，一定会把这件事圆满解决。 看样子，宝义总得有两天走不了路，金善卿只好独自一人再访马有财。他喜欢宝义跟在他身边，尽管这姑娘有时也挺缠人的。 今天一大早，把宝义送回家，他便跑去找同盟会北方支部的联系人。他是被南京临时政府直接派过来的，虽算不上是同盟会正式成员，但也相当受重用，所以并不归北方支部领导，但在必要的情况下，他也有权力要求北方支部给他以相应的支持。 然而，这位联系人对马有财的北方革命总队不很感兴趣，认为他们没有任何能力，只是一群跟着凑热闹的穷人，没有钱财，没有势力，如何能干得了革命事业？他们感兴趣的是北洋新军，只有在那里做工作，才能引发真正意义上的革命，就像武昌起义一样，那就是由新军首先发动的。如今虽然南北和谈成功，但如果在北洋新军中策动出一批军队出来，受同盟会领导，袁世凯怕是再没有什么与同盟会讨价还价的资本了。但令他们为难的是，北洋新军不比江南的新军，这些人被袁世凯训练得只认袁宫保，连大清帝国都不甚在意，更不要说革命党了。 “听说你与本地的铁血团和女子暗杀团关系甚好，能不能把我引见给他们，他们家资豪富，有钱有地位，由他们出面拉新军的关系，必有好效果。”像这样的要求，这位北方支部里的小负责人已经提过多次了，都被金善卿回避掉了。 “这件事没那么简单。”依旧是委婉的回绝。他们不肯为他帮忙，这已经让他不快，便更不会把自己的关系交待给他们。本地的革命团体，如今已经成了金善卿的本钱，使他在南方临时政府心目中的地位越来越重要，如何能够轻易放弃？ 坐上洋车往河北赶路时，金善卿心中的不快还没有消除。北方支部的人有些太过自以为是了，好像北方的革命非他莫属，别人都是跟着起哄架秧子的闲汉，干不了正事。最让他心中不平的，就是他们既不给他以适当的尊重，却还要对他掌握的革命力量挑挑拣拣，把有用的挖过去，把北方革命总队踢出来。他并不认为马有财他们能干什么大事，但既是革命同道，他便不能眼看着他们去送死。 镇反干部：有件事情还要请教。我总是弄不明白，同盟会与你们北方革命党到底是个什么关系？ 马盛：眼下讲这种事是不是合适？我心里不太有底。简单地说，我们北方总队跟别的革命团体没么关系，他们是他们，我是我。那些有钱人的组织看不起我们，也不大愿意跟我们合作。即使他们找上我来，也从来没把我们当作革命党，那态度倒像是花钱雇上一帮青皮混混儿，所有危险、困难的活都来找我们干。 镇反干部：是花钱雇你们么？ 马盛：他们觉着是，我们不那么认为。像扔炸弹，破坏个什么设施这些活，他们没那个体力，可又想干，就来找我们。有时送来几十袋白面，有时是百八十块大洋钱，反正他们每回找上我们，都送点什么过来。我们不管报私仇，其它的，只要是为了推翻满清，是对革命有利的，我们都干，既干了革命，还能给组织挣点经费，那是好事。当然了，最主要的，还是老婆、孩子都饿得不行了，几十袋洋面能救不少人的命。辛亥年的年根底下，宝义姑娘烦我们去劫“西头监狱”，救铁血团的首领庄子和出来，当时她派人送来一张东茂军衣庄的提货单，让我们拉出来五十丈东洋蓝布，三百斤一个的大棉花包两大包，这一下子，所有总队的家属都有棉袄过冬了——当然了，都还没有棉裤。虽说劫狱的事后来不再提了，但宝义姑娘也没说把东西再要回去。宝义可是个好人。 镇反干部：你还没说起跟同盟会的关系。 马盛：同盟会，不太好说。那年汪精卫带着袁世凯的一大笔钱，来天津解散北方革命组织，我们就没答理他。 镇反干部：他没给北方革命总队送钱来？ 马盛：没有…… 从金钢桥到天津新车站这一带，是袁世凯任直隶总督时开发的新区，把城区向海河北面延伸了一大块，与东边的金家窑、锦衣卫桥一带连成一片，也接上了更东边的意租界，成了一片繁华的居民区。 金善卿从直隶总督府门前经过时，发现辕门外荷枪实弹的卫兵比往日增加了许多，里边必定还会有更多的卫队和武器。 当然，袁世凯开发河北，主要是为了修新车站。因为，东车站被租界包围着，过去，他要坐火车进京，只能是轻车简从地溜进东车站，他的官位应有的出行仪仗租界里不让用。新车站修成之后，他可以从这里开出自己的“花车”（专列），从海河南岸的北洋大臣行辕（三汊河口裁弯取直以前）出来，直隶总督兼北洋大臣的全副导子、仪仗、执事牌、顶马、跟马可以摆下一条街，来住送行、迎接的地方官员也可以全部到齐，那才是他所应有的体面。 洋车从大经路向西转上昆纬路，金善卿远远地望见三梆子的那辆破车停在东三经路的口上。他离着老远便停了下来，打发走坐来的洋车，慢慢地向三梆子踱过去，眼睛留意着四周。这是约定好的，由三梆子拉着他去见马有财。 马有财的家在河北新区的更北边，从东四经路越过京山线的道口，金善卿觉得一下子进入了另一个世界。河北新区这边，路两边是有名的李善人兴建的大片青砖瓦房，居安里、庆吉东里等小胡同中，一套套的小四合院，倒是中等收入的人家理想的住所。一过铁道口，便没有了正经房屋，灰渣路面也变成了被大车压出道道深沟的土路，紧挨着铁道边上，是一片片草顶的棚屋。 太阳已经快要转到正南了，向阳的墙根底下，像蘑菇一般冒出许多晒太阳的老人和疯跑的孩子。金善卿下车没走几步，礼服呢面的双梁鞋上便沾满了尘土。 马有财的房子比周围的人家似乎要好一点，有个浅浅的小院儿，两间草房都朝南，院中一排站着四个几乎分辨不清男女的孩子，向屋里张望，一脸的泥，却都穿着厚实的蓝洋布棉袄。 因为敞着门，房里还算亮堂。马有财蹲在灶台边，灶台上有两只粗瓷大碗，一只里边是半碗灰灰黄黄的菜汤，另一只碗里有一只大窝头。里间屋门口，有个挺着大肚子的女人，发如飞蓬，低眉顺眼的样儿，也穿着件厚实的蓝洋布棉袄。 “来啦。”马有财放下咬了一半的干辣椒，站起身来。 “来了。”金善卿来以前早就做好了心理准备，打算应付他的想像都难以达到的贫困，如今看来，倒还不至于将他吓住。 “坐。”马有财拉过一张小凳子，递给金善卿，自己蹲在一边抽旱烟，不言语了。 金善卿今天特地在皮袍外罩了件河南绸的大褂——过估衣街时顺便买的件估衣，打扮得不至于在这穷地方太扎眼，就算被人注意到，也多半能够混充个收房租的二房东。他把皮袍折在屁股底下，大褂任由它拖在地上，坐了下来，双手抱住膝盖，很不得劲儿。 “马老弟，今天来，我不绕弯子，有话就照直里说，有么得罪的地界，您了多包含。”金善卿的本地口音是城里的口音，软软的，有多年财富浸润的味道，与马有财堤头一带的杂居户的口音还是有些差别。 这时，三梆子走了进来，盯着灶台上的窝头。马有财把碗向他推了推，他三口两口就吃了，连同三五个干辣椒和半碗菜汤，便又出去了。 那孕妇的脚步挪到门口，回过头来又望着马有财。马有财嘬着嘴沉吟一番，就点了点头，没言语。 金善卿有些个不自在，因为他弄不懂这些人的举动有什么意味。如果是铁血团的那群少爷，一举一动他都能看透他们的用意。没办法，只能硬着头皮，接着说：“我根本就不赞成你们现在搞起义。那太鲁莽了，没有顾全大局。你是个革命者，一切应当从革命的利益出发，怎么能凭着一股子冲劲，说干就干呢？” 马有财黑黑的眉毛拧着，像是要做出不屑的表情，却又不会，扭曲的嘴唇上满是愤恨。“别跟我来这套，革命总队我说了算。你要是来帮我们的，咱们是兄弟，我把你当一家人；你要是来劝阻我们，乘早回家，过你的好日子去。我们的好日子，得靠我们自己去抢，去夺，去拚命。么革命利益？那是你们的利益，跟我们有么相干？” “怎么会不相干呢？不管是同盟会，还是铁血团，跟你们北方革命总队，还有其它的革命组织，利益是一样的，都是为了推翻满清政府。现在清政府已经垮台了，这是件大好事呀！”金善卿觉得对面这个人的理路有些浑，是那种穷人式的狭隘思想。 “照你们的意思，满洲人垮了，革命就成功了？革命要是成功了，我和我的兄弟们怎么还住在这个倒霉地方，吃不上一口白面，一年也见不着一回荤腥，为么？都是因为你们把我们给卖了。孙文不是要把大总统让位给袁世凯么，那他还算是革命者？” “孙大总统的决定，也说不定有点太急了，但他绝对是出于革命的利益，为的是避免打仗，让老百姓跟着糟殃。把大总统让给袁世凯，袁世凯就会帮着咱们推翻清政府不是？现在看来，一切都按着孙大总统的计谋在进行。”从心底里，金善卿并不赞成孙文让位给袁世凯。 “你这是矫情。袁世凯是么人，你们跟本就不知道。他在天津这儿当总督那么多年，我们清楚他是么人。大清国早该亡了，为么到现在才亡？就因为有袁世凯给撑着，他不想让它那么早就亡，为的就是让你们许给他好处。这不，大总统他当上了，这个样子，整个是一个'陈桥兵变'，看起来好像是孙文推位让贤，实际上是你们给袁世凯黄袍加身。什么民主呀，议会选举呀，都是糊弄人的，袁世凯要不当一辈子大总统，我把脑袋切下来给你当夜壶。”马有财大有怒发冲冠，目眦尽裂之势，这股怒气想必在他胸中憋闷已久了。“说出大天来，就是你们这帮人胆小怕事，那武昌起义还不知道是怎么干成的呢？要不是孙文胆小，黄兴言过于实，怎么会把到手的江山让给袁世凯？我们不听你们那一套。满清政府打倒了，我们接着打袁世凯，袁世凯打倒了，谁再上来压着我们，我们就打倒谁。” “把他们都打倒了，还干什么？”金善卿让他给气乐了。 “都打倒了？都打倒了就没人压着我们了，我们也就该有饱饭吃了。”马有财显然对自己的主张甚有自信，手臂大开大阖，大有指点江山的气慨。 两个人的争论，一直到过午，谁也没有说服谁。 那女人走了进来，从里屋小心翼翼地端出一张薄板红漆的小炕桌，放在金善卿面前，又拿进来一只黑釉小碗和一只盛吃食的小笸箩，放在金善卿面前。 碗里边是切得细如发丝的咸菜丝，笸箩里是簿簿的三张小饼——白面的。 女人虽然身子笨重，但进进出出地忙活，脚步相当平稳。见丈夫露出询问的目光，便浅浅一笑，说：“跟隔壁借了碗咸疙瘩头。就是没有香油。”歉意是给金善卿的。白面的事不用说明，丈夫最了解她，她身上厚实的蓝洋布棉袄，此时已在铁道口那边高丽棒子开的小押当里。要再赎回来也难。 门开了一道缝，从上到下，排出四个小脑袋，八只眼睛大嚼笸箩里的白面饼。女人用大肚子将四个孩子顶了出去，自己也没留在房中。 “光吃饼太干。来碗水。”马有财的脸上没有招待客人应有的喜色，生计的艰难大约让他忘记如何发笑了。 外面跑过一列火车，哐哐当当地，震得顶棚落下一阵薄雾般的灰尘，炕桌上的碗也格格直响。 乘马有财转身给他倒水的功夫，金善卿将一小叠外国银行在本地发行的纸币塞在饼下边，里边有银两的，也有一元钱顶一块大洋的，都是他平日的零用。他知道不能一下子给得太多，像马有财这样的人，越穷却越骄傲。 “这几天胃口不好，吃不下。”金善卿站起身来，重整出庄重的神气，冲散同情引起的伤痛。“咱们还是把正事定规了，起义的事，你先放一放。怎么样？” “你不用再费唾沫了，不可能。”马有财也站起身来。“乘着袁世凯还没登基，我们是越早动手越好。” 这是一次失败的说服工作。对马有财这样的人，金善卿又有了新的认识，他们不是靠嘴就能说动的。假如他们近几日就动手，不单是同盟会与袁世凯的和谈有麻烦，马有财他们也多半活不了。 “有件事得麻烦你。”马有财说。“给我们上禅臣洋行买点子药，0.38和0.22的，各要200发，钱我预备好了。我们自己没法子去，到了那，人家一看这身打扮，多半把我们当成抢钱庄的，要不就是绑票了，绝不会卖给我们。在黑市上买又太贵。行不行？” “没问题。”金善卿迈步出门，四个孩子在门口蹲正一排，眼睛紧紧地盯着他的嘴。 绝不能让他们去冒险，哪怕不择手段。金善卿暗下决心。 回来时，三梆子拉着车刚过铁道口，便出来个瘦高个的汉子把他们拦住了。 “老吴大哥，么事？”三梆子认得那人。 金善卿也认出来了，那人就是在西头见面时，与马有财意见相左的汉子，宝坻县口音。 “金先生，俺等您老半天了，有事商量。”老吴两手蜷在胸前，像是打拱，却又不熟练，只得一个劲地点头。“能不能说句话？” “还没吃饭吧？这跟前儿有没有……”这人也许有用。金善卿离开了贫困的压迫，恢复了富家公子的身份，头脑转得格外地快。 老吴把他们领到新大路与东四经路的交口上，是个三间门脸的二荤馆。他把三梆子留在门外，领着金善卿走了进去。“回头给你带好吃的出来。”老吴安抚三梆子。 金善卿早上便没吃饭，早已经饿了。然而，即使在他最穷的时候，也很少在二荤馆吃饭，因为所有二荤馆的店面都不讲究，白茬木桌上的油泥都得有一个大钱儿厚，筷子粘手，粗瓷碗边如同锯齿。尽管如此，二荤馆却是京津一带最大众化的饭馆，受到普遍的欢迎，原因很简单，这里的菜，肉多量大，价钱不贵。 “吃点么？”金善卿扯下那件河南绸的大褂，像是终于甩掉了一身污泥。“甭客气。”对付有所求的人，他甚是在行。 “听您老的，俺跟着