Chapter 129

The bartender behind the counter looked at the poor old customer who always patronized the business, as if he had never drunk his wine and beans cooked with fennel, and shook his head helplessly.

It seems that Mr. Gu has been found stealing again recently. Is that stupid?

The good man was drunk and the scene of happiness did not last for a second. The people inside and outside the tavern were disturbed by a team of people coming from the street.

"Here comes the man at the red light!"

I don't know who took the lead in the scream. With the falling of the reminder sound, the people and horses who would cause commotion wherever they went showed their true faces in this fairly spacious commercial street.

"The red light shines on the world, drives away foreign demons, protects the country, and vows to live or die with the court!"

When a group of clear female voices read the slogan at the mouth of their altar together, it was so pleasant.

And those girls who wear red clothes and have unlimited youth have also attracted the attention of tens of millions of male compatriots.

Red light, a strange organization bred in this world, its members are all composed of young women aged 12-20.

It's impossible to talk about the beauty of flowers, but it's enough to attract people to have the vitality and fragrance of girls.

But this kind of organization, which originated from the poor people and the children at the bottom of society, is like a ferocious spirit and unreasonable.

Anything foreign is a heinous crime. Anyone who believes in Western sects is seduced and lost.

There is only one way to deal with such people and organizations, that is: kill! Kill! Kill!

Lamentable, sad, stupid, but rare loyalty.

They are very loyal to the hope that their motherland will be rich and strong. They are very loyal to the hope that they can drive away all the foreign powers that bully the government.

However, the wrong way, too extreme, on a strange road, gone forever.

No, today it's time to collect the fees for the red light as a routine. This part of Buddha city belongs to its territory covered by red light.

Start collecting money from the first shop, and none of them can run away.

If you don't?

That is, we do not support the great cause of the war of resistance against Japan, do not support the imperial court, do not actively cooperate with their red light work, and be polite before the soldiers. We will have a heart to heart talk with your family.

Seeing the appearance of this red area, the bartender elder brother couldn't care to warm the wine for the new guests. He turned his head, lifted the curtain and entered the inner hall of the tavern.

In a moment, a smiling and kind fat shopkeeper stood upright at the front door of Jupeng winery, waiting for the little girls at the red light to come and collect fees.

At this time, Gu Zheng, who had just recovered from the residual fragrance of fennel beans, quickly shrank into the corner.

It was these little girls who came in gradually. They were too dazzling. If Gu Zheng hadn't been well-informed, he would have been blinded by them.

Let's put aside the first one. At first, that one is hiding. Let's just talk about the seven or eight gang like girls who carry a red lantern alone at night.

At least you are a little aesthetic!

Not to put all the red lights in the world on yourself and dress yourself up as a mobile human lantern, it is in line with the purpose of red light, okay!

It's scary, okay!

Red clothes, red trousers, red socks, red shoes, red hat, red head rope.

The older one combs a big bun facing upward and wraps it with red cloth. It feels like holding a cut watermelon right above the forehead.

The younger one combs two bags in a bun on the left and right sides of his forehead, still wrapped in red cloth, just like two tomatoes. He can't tell who is more funny than who.

If you only wear shabby clothes, you don't leak your chest or your clothes, and others can't say anything.

But can you go for dessert? Don't paint your face red again!

Haven't you heard a word?

Water out of Hibiscus natural to carve ah!

On the powdery white face that fell off all the time, there was a red face the size of a bowl. What I knew was your uniform makeup at the red light. What I didn't know was that the matchmaker of Buddha city patrolled the street!

Seeing Gu Zheng here, he couldn't help shaking and was scared.

When they were illuminated by the red lanterns in their hands at night, they had a special visual sense of ghosts walking at night.

The girl he thought was the leader of selfishness, and the next sentence attracted Gu Zheng's eyes again.

"Boss Qian, business is booming. The red light shines on the front hall. The hall leader is red peony. I'm here to pay a special visit!"

These are the most common words of these altar people. They won't ask for money openly.

These shops give filial piety and sponsorship, but they are definitely not blackmail.

A tall girl with thin waist, long legs, scorching sun and dark whip wrapped around her waist hugged her fists and congratulated you on getting rich. It was a beautiful scene.

But the cold sweat on the forehead of the boss Qian opposite came out with a swish.

"Greetings to the leader of the red hall, our filial piety has been here this month, and there are a lot of points!" the sweating boss Qian handed the rotten money bag in his hand to the other party's hand, followed by his spare arm, and shouted bravely: "drive away the foreigners! Return my mountains and rivers!"

Seeing the other party's way, red peony nodded with great approval, and the smile on his face also increased by three points: "boss Qian is very loyal and brave with the country. When we need you at the red light, we will visit again!"

"Certainly, welcome the red fairy to leave!"

The red peony, which is very comfortable to be flattered by the whole body, is young in the end. She is not very interesting, but she tries to make herself look a little cold and arrogant: "I can't call it a fairy. We shine at the red light. Only the Holy Mother of Huanglian is qualified to be honored as a fairy!"

"My Taoist practice is still shallow. The virgin of Huanglian is a living immortal who fans the wind into fire. Cough, what do I say to people who don't understand you, boss Qian? Let's see you later!"

"Sisters, let's go!"

"Yes! Hall leader!"

Under the greeting of red peony, the little girls swayed the lanterns again. In the dark night, they swayed in the air, accompanied by their slogans, and walked away.

It was not until their figure came out of the street and became a little smaller that the shopkeeper Qian standing at the gate breathed a sigh.

"Oh, my God, I'm scared to death! Why am I afraid every time I see these fairies?"

"For fear that if they say the wrong sentence, they will miss it."