On Hezhou Street, there were obviously many more figures of Hanmin than Ningxia. Yang Wei took Haiziyan on the street, and the goods that caught his eye were dazzling, making Haiziyan overwhelmed. He looked like a child when he was on a long journey for the first time. Yang Wei couldn't help but shake his head and smiled bitterly: "If you want something, please speak, I'll buy it for you."

Unexpectedly, Haizi snorted to the sky and the earth, "I want to bribe me with such a little thing? No way!"

Yang Wei had no choice but to shrugge, "Then just pretend that my kindness is not rewarded."

Since he met Haiziyan, Yang Wei has been doing things that good intentions are not rewarded, but it seems that the truth that happiness leads to sadness or good fortune comes. When a person's back has reached a certain level, everything will indeed turn around. Just like Yang Wei now, if Haiziyan can really use Haiziyan as the entry point to dismantle the Ma family army in Qinghai, Yang Wei should really buy Haiziyan.

The streets were crowded at noon. The two of them searched for a while and finally found a halal restaurant to sit down. The waiter was about to come to greet the two, but suddenly he saw a group of three people dressed in a soldier who were entering the door. One of them was carrying a bag of pork head meat. The waiter immediately frowned and stopped the three people at the door and said, "Three masters, there are rules in the halal shop, and this thing cannot be brought in." Qie Blood Mountain River 285

As if to play with the waiter, the officer holding the pork head deliberately pinched the slices of meat with oil and shook them in front of the waiter. Seeing the waiter frowning and dodging backwards, the officer laughed and stuffed the slices of meat into his mouth disapprovingly, and his yellowed teeth flew up and down and chewed them.

The Northwest Army's entry into Gansu brought earth-shaking changes to this land. In fact, the Northwest Army did not disrespect local ethnic minorities. When they first entered Hezhou, Yang Wei saw a porridge factory opened on the streets, which specialized in relieving poor people. It was a very commendable act of kindness to treat both the Hui and Han tribes equally. However, no one could be sure that there were no few but hateful scum among these people.

Speaking of this, we have to mention a person, Zhao Xipin, the governor of Hezhou. As a local chief of Hezhou, he knew that there were many Hui people in the place where he managed, but he did not take Hui religious beliefs seriously and completely ignored the most basic respect. With such a chief, it is not strange that his soldiers under him are so naughty. It only made the local people angry but dare not speak out.

The unreasonable behavior of the soldiers made the Hui diners in the store feel quite dissatisfied, but they dared not speak out due to the identities of the three. After all, this place is Gansu. Since Feng Yuxiang's troops arrived, it has been completely different from Ningxia and Qinghai. It is reasonable that the remaining Hui forces are afraid of Feng Yuxiang's Northwest Army. In desperation, the boss had to prepare a table for several people.

Looking at the arrogant and domineering appearance of the few people, Yang Wei's brows could not be stretched. The expressions on the faces of the diners around him formed a sharp contrast with the officers with their teeth and claws. He lowered his head, looked sideways, hated but could not helpless. The anger suppressed in his heart was a powerful force, just like a volcano that was ready to go. If it was not moved, the sky would collapse and the earth would break.

An idea suddenly emerged in Yang Wei's mind. Yang Wei suddenly became happy and rushed back to the camp without saying a word.

That night, several figures dressed in black sneaked into the porridge-making room quietly.

Yang Wei was sure of his plan, absolutely sure that he would be foolproof. He had no dreams all night and slept peacefully. When it was bright, Yang Wei changed into casual clothes and came to the porridge factory as if nothing had happened.

The porridge factory is a combination of public and private nature, and can also be regarded as a traditional local custom. Generally, the rich gentry and wealthy people pay for the money and produce the food, and the distribution is left to the government.

It was noon when Yang Wei arrived at the porridge factory. The people waiting to receive the porridge had already lined up in a long queue. Yang Wei walked into the teahouse opposite. He had just sat down by the window on the second floor when he saw the wooden door of the porridge factory open. He shouted to the master with a white hat, and several buckets of steaming white porridge were brought out.

Yang Wei, who was sitting on the second floor, looked at the movement downstairs with fun, which was indeed a good show for him.

The group of people who received the porridge were already sitting on the side with bowls and drinking, gathering together to chat with each other for a few words, which was a happy scene, while the people behind were already anxious, fearing that when it was their turn, there would be only empty buckets left.

Just when the crowd was crowded, a surprise scream came from some corner. The crowd became restless one after another, and only someone shouted: "There is meat! It's meat!"

People who didn't know the truth came forward to watch the fun, and people whispered together, but at this moment, no more than three seconds passed, and the extremely surprised voice immediately turned into anger and roared in a low voice: "Damn it, you actually enlarge your meat in the porridge!"

As soon as one sound started, the others immediately responded like "tide". What followed was the sound of throwing bowls and stuff. The downstairs immediately became a mess.

Many of the people who were eating porridge downstairs were Hui people. When they heard the news, they were immediately indignant. The leaders had already wrestled with the porridge shop's staff. The whistling whistle made people feel panicked, and the chaos was even more restless, as if they could not stop.

Yang Wei sat on the second floor, feeling a little complicated. Tie Niu, who was sitting opposite him, breathed a little worriedly, shook his head and said, "Captain, is our method a little too damaged?"

"Loss?" Yang Wei stared at Tien Niu with his eyes and lowered his voice, "Can I blame me for losing? Look at it yourself!"

Yang Wei said as he reached out and pointed at the movement downstairs. He saw the Buick car that Zhao Xipin was riding slowly from outside the crowd, honking the horn all the way. The disturbing sound was disgusting. Before he could reach the center of the crowd, he heard Zhao Xipin shouting arrogantly and domineeringly: "Damn it, it won't make people feel at ease for a moment, right? He can fight after drinking porridge!" Qihe 285

A large number of Hui people rushed up and surrounded Zhao Xipin's car, expressing resentment and indignation in grief and anger. However, Zhao Xipin turned a deaf ear to these words, but instead said with confidence: "What's wrong? Eat it, eat it, get out if you don't eat it!"

When he heard this, Yang Wei couldn't help but sneer and looked at Tie Niu and said, "Did you see that such a person wants to be a parent official? Even if I don't do such tricks today, his official position will not be stable!"

Yang Wei took some tricks to follow the situation, and only blamed Zhao Xipin for his unstable foundation. On the night when Yang Wei left, thousands of Hui forces gathered in Hezhou and launched a riot that night. Ma Tingyi, who was in the Tibetan area of ​​Qinghai, received the news, immediately sent troops to reinforce.
Chapter completed!