In the Shanghai Concession, there were many refugees at this time.
In addition to shelters, there are many living on the streets.
The more than 30 children that Ye Wuguang and a few teenagers took care of were relatively lucky, and they were all taken in by the shelter.
Refugee shelters generally only provide two meals a day, and as rice becomes less and less expensive, the daily meals become thinner.
Therefore, the first thing Ye Wuguang and a few teenagers did after making money was to go to a rice store to buy rice.
Then feed these children whose fate is not as good as theirs.
For such an older child, eating only rice cannot meet the body's needs.
Meat and vegetables are actually indispensable, but they are difficult to obtain.
Qing Xiaoyi couldn't go out to make money, so she managed the accounts of eight teenagers.
Everyone doesn't earn much money.
Only by gathering together in one place and making overall arrangements can they survive better.
As for the details of price comparison and information gathering, eight teenagers tied together are not as good as Qing Xiaoyi alone.
Qing Xiaoyi can clearly know which store sells rice today, what time it opens, what the price of rice is, and how it compares with other rice stores.
Is there any store that sells food that is cheaper and more filling than rice?
At the same time, she also knew the names, birthplaces and birthplaces of each of the thirty-six children under her care, the skills they had learned, their little hobbies and tempers, and their appetites and appetites.
Things like that, no matter the details.
Qing Xiaoyi will use this detailed information and calculations to produce more food than eight teenagers can buy with the money they earn.
She would use one pound of polished rice to buy three to five pounds of potatoes or sweet potatoes, or use one bag of polished rice to buy two bags of cheap domestic flour.
Although these foods are not as delicious as polished rice, they are plentiful and easy to fill your stomach.
With such a steady stream of food and endless calculations, although these children can barely get enough to eat every day, they don't have to worry about running out of food.
But precisely because of the hard work, Qing Xiaoyi decided to go to the dance hall to become a dancer.
In the early morning of this day, Qing Xiaoyi was "sweeping rice" with a few older children.
For these refugee children who have no father or mother, "sweeping rice" should be regarded as an activity that is beneficial to the healthy physical and mental development and growth.
The specific content of the activity is to use brooms and dustpans to sweep up the rice grains spilled on the ground by people fighting for them at the entrance of the rice store.
Of course, if someone squeezes away their wallet or shoes, they will be swept away by these children.
After all, eating is only the first level of needs.
To survive, people also need to be clothed, have a relatively comfortable place to live, have savings, and have money to buy medicine for treatment when they are sick.
Everything requires resources and everything is a resource.
All resources swept up by the children will be handed over to Qing Xiaoyi, who will be managed by Qing Xiaoyi.
Qing Xiaoyi will try its best to estimate the opening time of each rice store and the number of people rushing to buy rice.
Divide the children into groups and go to different rice shops to “sweep rice”.
With such exercise, the daily income is considerable.
Later generations have calculated that the physical weight of a grain of rice is about 0.02 grams.
A pound of rice weighs 500 grams, which means there are about 25,000 grains of rice.
After washing and adding water, one kilogram of rice can make nearly two kilograms of rice.
Most of the bags used to store rice in Shanghai Beach rice shops are made of linen.
The fiber is rough, and under the crowds of people rushing to buy rice and the heavy weight of the rice, it is common for dozens of grains of rice to be left behind.
And the number of people buying rice grains in Shanghai every day exceeds tens of thousands.
The income these children earn from "sweeping rice" every day is accumulated in one place, which is two or three kilograms of white rice.
The accumulation in three or two days is enough for one meal.
For children who cannot work, this is already considered an excellent income.
However, this day of rice sweeping is different from the past.
Qing Xiaoyi not only has to organize children to pick up rice, but also needs to meet someone.
Although Qing Xiaoyi was mentally prepared to go to the dance hall to be a dancer, she remembered the hateful expressions on the two bastards Lu Zhengrong and Song Huajun when they sneakily slipped that person's itinerary into the crack of their door last night. , Qing Xiaoyi couldn't help but blush.
And my brother didn't stop him.
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Qing Xiaoyi has always admired her brother's vision of people.
What kind of person is he who can be so valued by his brother?
Just as he was thinking about it, the third son ran over and said to Qing Xiaoyi: "Sister Xiao Yi, go and see if Ahua is bullied."
The third son is an older boy among the thirty-six children, and The Ahua he was talking about was only about seven years old.
It is not impossible to say that these refugee children have been bullied.
Although most of them are relatively gentle, they are tolerant and tolerant to young children anyway.
Some local ruffians don't have any kind thoughts, but with the eight Ye Wuguang people around, these people won't be too presumptuous.
Qing Xiaoyi thought that these people were causing trouble again, but when the mistress arrived, she saw a young man wearing a robe made of indane, holding a telephone pole and vomiting in the dark.
The filthy things spit out fell on the dustpan that Ahua used to sweep rice.
The seven-year-old little Ahua looked at the dirt on the dustpan and burst into tears.
Several children who were sweeping rice together surrounded the hungover young man with angry eyes, but they were afraid of the young man's strong figure and did not dare to step forward.
He just comforted Ahua in a low voice.
Qing Xiaoyi could tell at a glance that this young man did not do it intentionally, but just happened to pass by here.
At this time, those who can afford to drink in Shanghai are probably rich.
Qing Xiaoyi knew that she couldn't afford to offend him, so she could only comfort Ahua with a few words.
At this moment, the young man raised his face, and Qing Xiaoyi's heart skipped a beat This young man was spending the rest of his life.
He drank with Sassoon and Catres last night and was drunk by the two old drunkards.
He rested in the villa and woke up this morning.
Then he prepared to go back to the pigeon cage to pack his clothes, pick up the little dog, and move into the villa.
But I didn't expect that the morning wind in Shanghai was quite cool, and when the wind blew me, I felt drunk again.
Yu Sheng hugged the telephone pole in a daze and found that there was a dustpan under the pole, with a few grains of broken rice in the dustpan.
I didn't have time to think about it for the rest of my life, my stomach was churning, and I vomited it out.
When I was vomiting, I could still hear the cry of a little girl and the low voice of comfort from a young woman.
However, how could this voice and tone be exactly the same as Ye Qingyu's?
Suddenly, Yu Sheng woke up and saw clearly the children and Qing Xiaoyi surrounding him, as well as the dustpan in their hands and the different amounts of broken rice grains in the dustpan.
Knowing that I may have taken away the food rations of these refugee children today.
And the woman who made the sound was completely different from Ye Qingyu.
Feeling apologetic and confused, he casually took out two pieces of silver and a few French coins, and handed them to Ahua unsteadily.
Yu Sheng stroked Ahua's messy hair and said, "Little girl, I'm sorry, I'll give you this money.
You go buy a few bags of white rice.
Don't cry, okay?"
Ahua was crying.
When she heard what Yu Sheng said, she was shocked when she saw the huge human head and the shining silver color on the silver ocean.
The crying stopped.
It's not that this little girl is greedy for money, but that such a fortune is too huge for a refugee child like her.
But the mistress was smart and insightful.
He hurriedly took the silver and French coins from Yu Sheng's hand and stuffed them into Ahua's arms.
Then push Ahua to Qing Xiaoyi.
Qing Xiaoyi hurriedly said to several children: "Thank you, sir."
Yu Sheng sobered up for a while, but the long-lasting alcohol came back to him.
He didn't hear the children's thanks, but looked at Qing Xiaoyi.
Qing Xiaoyi's tone and voice were very similar to Ye Qingyu's.
At this time, in Yu Sheng's eyes, he became Ye Qingyu's incarnation.
For the rest of his life, he felt great grief, recalling the heartbreaking pain and powerlessness he felt when Ye Qingyu died in his arms.
I feel like this is the only person I've let down in this life.
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On this early morning in Shanghai, when there were not many people walking around, he sang a song to Qing Xiaoyi, who was hiding a blush on his face.
"Oaths are like words in smoke, and I have spent a lot of thought on them.
Love is as hot as fire, and it is not easy to burn it for a lifetime."
"Negative love is my name.
I have missed all kinds of lovesickness and the love flows eastward like water.
My love is in vain.
I wish we never met that day.
I only hope to depend on each other.
No matter how sorry I am, the world will grow old and youthful, and the fire of love will not diminish."
"Praying to meet again that day, expressing all kinds of lovesickness, praying that I won't be let down again, caring for people with infatuation, being retained by love, praying that I won't be let down again, paying attention to me heartily, asking when will we meet again."
This was originally the ending song of the later movie Rouge Button.
It was performed by Anita Mui, which is particularly graceful and moving, recalling the memories of lovesickness.
Yu Sheng originally carried the memories of two lives, and a lover died in his arms.
This song was like singing and crying, and it was like crying.
Qing Xiaoyi originally blushed a little when listening to Yu Sheng's song.
But after listening to it and seeing Yu Sheng singing until tears streamed down her cheeks, Qing Xiaoyi's eyes became clear.
She understood that Yu Sheng's pain and sadness were by no means false, but the true feelings that a woman could never seek.
Then he stretched out his arms to hug Yu Sheng, who was full of alcohol, and carefully caressed Yu Sheng's face.
Let the mistress and several boys carry Yu Sheng back.
Although there were not many people in Shanghai in the early morning, they were by no means too small.
When Yu Sheng promoted Yue Fei's loyalty to the country and his dispute with the Japanese, it caused such a big fuss.
It happened that a few people knew Yu Sheng.
One of them is a tabloid reporter.
A few hours after Yu Sheng was taken away by Qing Xiaoyi, tabloids started to be sold in Shanghai.
"Extraordinary, extraordinarily devoted and loyal to the country.
A great talent is trapped in love.
His singing voice is touching.
Extraordinary.
For the rest of his life, extraordinaire confesses his love to a woman in the street.
A new song has been released."
Talented scholar Yu was still soundly asleep, not knowing that after a drunken madness, he had already opened a woman's heart and made it known to the beach: