Chapter 517 Three-nothing Zone!

This is the Kowloon Walled City.

Even though Yang Ming and others had just entered the house less than an hour ago, they accidentally discovered the dead person.

Yang Ming knew that the security in Xiangjiang was like this.

In the 1980s, and even in the 1990s, a group of gangsters emerged. Those were more terrifying and targeted the rich in Hong Kong.

"Sir Yang, do you want us to leave first?" a sir reminded.

"Need not."

Yang Ming hasn't seen what he wants to see yet, so why is he leaving in a hurry?

Yang Ming walked forward.

When he saw a grandma in her seventies or eighties, dressed in very ordinary clothes, tremblingly carrying a bucket of water, Yang Ming immediately went over to help.

"Grandma, let me help you."

Yang Ming discovered that although he seemed to be recovering now, in fact, he was still a little helpless.

He unexpectedly found that the bucket of water seemed very heavy when he lifted it up.

A sir on the side rushed to help.

Yang Ming walked forward with the grandmother.

Grandma lives in a room in a corner of an alley inside Kowloon Walled City.

"Grandma, do you know me?" Yang Ming asked.

"Young boy, grandma doesn't know you?"

But the grandma didn't expect that this young man in extraordinary clothes would take the initiative to carry water for her.

When Yang Ming came to the small room, he felt it was very dark inside and couldn't touch it without turning on the light.

"Grandma, don't you turn on the light?"

"No electricity."

Some places in Kowloon Walled City have lights on, which means there is electricity. Even then, if grandma doesn't pay the electricity bill to someone, how can there be electricity here?

"Grandma, where did you get your water?"

"There is a water tanker in front, and it costs money to buy water."

The grandma said.

Yang Ming saw grandma pouring the bucket of water into a water tank.

The smell in grandma's room is really unpleasant, it must be because there is a lot of garbage accumulated.

Those sirs were worried about Sir Yang's safety and kept following him around. They could only cover their noses and endure the stench.

"Young boy, what's the matter?"

Seeing that Yang Ming and others had not left, Grandma stopped and asked.

"Grandma, I have something to ask you."

"go ahead."

"We just saw a man dead in the alley out front."

"Young man, these things you mentioned happen every day, often. If you are Sir, there is no point in looking for me. You have to look inside to find out what is going on."

When this grandma saw other sires wearing police uniforms, she thought Yang Ming was also a sir.

It seems that the security in Kowloon Walled City is really bad, and this grandma has long been used to it.

"Grandma, I'm not a police officer."

At this time, a sir said: "Grandma, this is Sir Yang from Xiangjiang, and he is also a justice of the peace. If you have any difficulties or problems, you can talk to Sir Yang."

Sir Young?

Justice of the Peace?

Isn't that the big shot from above?

In the 1950s and 1960s, the Justices of the Peace in Xiangjiang were indeed very majestic. They represented the squires in Xiangjiang and were directly responsible for communicating with the Government-General's Office.

Grandma didn’t expect that the Justice of the Peace in front of her was so young.

"Grandma, where is your family?"

"I'm the only one, and that bastard of mine has been selling salted duck eggs for a long time."

Grandma alone?

"Grandma, how do you usually live?"

Yang Ming was really surprised how this old woman could survive in a place like this when she was so old and had no husband.

“It’s really difficult to earn some living expenses by sewing and mending for people, so my fellow villagers will give me some money.”

Association?

Yang Ming knew that people in Kowloon Walled City came from all over the world, mainly from Guangdong Province.

There may be Guangfu, Hakka and Chaocheng among them, and Kowloon Walled City probably has the most Chaocheng people.

"Grandma, where is your hometown?"

"It's from Longxi, my hometown."

Longxi?

Yang Ming really didn't know where he was.

When grandma slowly explained it clearly, Yang Ming finally knew that it was a commune below Huicheng Boluo.

When my grandma and her husband smuggled themselves to Xiangjiang, they were not called by their current names.

I learned from my grandma that she and her husband had smuggled here for three years or so and took refuge with their relatives in Kowloon Walled City. They have been living in this place for more than forty years.

She is very aware of many things that have happened in the Kowloon Walled City over the past few decades.

When Yang Ming sat there and listened to what the other party said, he became more and more surprised about the Kowloon Walled City.

"Grandma, why didn't you leave Kowloon Walled City back then?"

"I'm not going anywhere, I can't go."

For my grandma, she entered life here in her twenties and never left again.

There have always been tens of thousands of people here, which is like the population of a small town, and they live in the Kowloon Walled City.

Some people died.

Some people live forever.

Some people are leaving here too.

There are also more new immigrants entering here.

So much so that officials have no way of counting how many residents live here.

Most of the residents here may not even have their Xiangjiang ID cards, and they belong to illegal households.

Although they can apply for Xiangjiang identity cards as long as they leave here and go to the nearby police station, those people still don't go.

Back then, before the 1970s, it was still difficult for illegal immigrants or illegal immigrants to apply for ID cards.

Since Yang Ming and Governor Mailihao mentioned this matter, it has been easy for them to apply for Xiangjiang ID cards, whether they are former immigrants or new immigrants.

Many people here have really always been gangsters.

Grandma told Yang Ming a lot of things there, even things that Sir had never heard of. I have to say that this Kowloon Walled City is not only a no-no-no-no-mind zone, but also a place with unique rules of survival. .

Yang Ming listened there for a long time.

Grandma seemed very happy. It had been a long time since anyone had listened to her talk about the past.

"Grandma, what do you need to improve?" Yang Ming looked at the other party and asked.

He originally thought that grandma would put forward some conditions.

For example, water, electricity, even medical treatment, or low-income subsidies, etc.

Grandma didn't seem to bring it up.

The other party thought Sir Yang was a justice of the peace, but in fact the other party did not know Yang Ming's true identity.

There used to be no Justices of the Peace here. There have always been Justices of the Peace in the New Territories and Kowloon. No one really wants to come to such a ghost place in a no-nonsense zone.

"Grandma, this Sir Yang is a justice of the peace. I wonder if you need any help?" Sir asked next to him.

Grandma said: "Young man, I have nothing to help you with."

Yang Ming sighed.

He always feels that the life of the people here is worse than living at home.

Yang Ming knew that the other party's current conditions needed to be improved in all aspects, including living environment, low-income subsidies, and even medical treatment.

No one cared about these people before.

Sir Yang didn't come over until now.

Yang Ming knew that he was in a situation like his grandma's and couldn't give money rashly.

The main reason is that if you give money now, you will harm the other person. In this place, many people want money rather than their lives. If you give money to this grandma now, I am afraid that not only will her money be taken away, but her life will also be lost.

chapter Five!

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