The faint light was reflected on Su Sijin and Lu Changgong.
Su Sijin was shocked by the wide and flat open space in front of her. It was estimated to be at least as big as five basketball courts.
The flat ground was polished to a shine, and this must be where the villagers usually train or do activities.
What is even more surprising is that the flat ground is connected to cave entrances in all directions.
Zeng Zhipeng pointed to the empty plain and explained, "This is where the villagers train. Because of your appearance today, we thought you were Japanese invaders, so I evacuated them to their respective territories."
"They each resigned their posts and guarded their own territories. I divided the villagers into smaller groups and distributed them among the villagers for protection. It is each villager's responsibility to protect the villagers in their own territories."
"Even when the underground shelter was destroyed, their first priority was still to protect the villagers."
"As for fighting the Japanese invaders, another guard team will be responsible for that. I will divide the men into two groups. One group will protect the villagers, and the other group will protect the underground shelter and fight the Japanese invaders head-on."
"The group protecting the villagers must not abandon their responsibilities in any way. Even if there is only one person left to fight against the Japanese invaders, they must not violate the rules."
Su Sijin: "..."
So formal and so strict?
The military qualities displayed by Zeng Zhipeng are not at all like those of a country bumpkin. He deserves to be called an outstanding military expert.
Upon hearing this, Lu Changgong hugged him solemnly. He truly admired Zeng Zhipeng for his courage, wisdom, affection and righteousness.
If half of Dai Viet's soldiers had half the courage and determination of Zeng Zhipeng, Dai Viet would not be so corrupt today.
Zeng Zhipeng took the two of them around the underground shelter for a full two hours.
I've only toured one-third of the underground shelter. It's so huge, with a maze of tunnels and too many obstacles to see.
The entire underground shelter is like a maze, and one must be led by someone who is well versed in the way to avoid getting lost. Otherwise, anyone who breaks in may not be able to get out until they die.
Su Sijin marveled at the exquisiteness of the tunnel, and her exclamation echoed in the tunnel.
The tunnel in front of her was completely different from the tunnels she had seen in her previous life, but here, this tunnel was definitely magical.
She believed that in this time and space, no one could dig a tunnel so magically.
Su Sijin looked at Zeng Zhipeng with admiration. It must be said that he was born to be a talent in infrastructure and was born for infrastructure.
Countless plans flashed through Su Sijin's mind. She couldn't wait to do something big and couldn't wait to say goodbye to the muddy road.
During the visit, if Su Sijin saw something that was not perfect, she would point it out without her having to explain much. Zeng Zhipeng would just think about it for a moment and then nod in approval with excitement and joy.
"It's getting late, let's go up first! We, hundreds of people, need to find a place to stay for the time being." Su Sijin was the first to finish touring the tunnel and also took the initiative to bring up the resettlement issue.
Before Zeng Zhipeng could speak, Su Sijin spoke first, "There's a piece of wasteland opposite Meijiang Village. I plan to build a house there as our base."
The tunnel is someone else's secret base, a place to save their lives, so she naturally wouldn't be so shameless as to want to invade someone else's territory.
"But..." Zeng Zhipeng hesitated for a moment, "It's not safe up there."
Su Sijin didn't care, "Hey, I have a good idea, but I need the help of Village Chief Zeng."
Zeng Zhipeng naturally agreed without hesitation, "If you need help from the villagers of Meijiang, please let me know. I may not have anything else, but I will give you this strength."
Su Sijin responded with a smile, "Okay, okay, I won't be polite."
Zeng Zhipeng looked at Lu Changgong. Zeng Zhipeng felt that Lu Changgong was cold and distant. Only Su Sijin talked to him along the way.
He would only interject a sentence or two when Lu Changgong was particularly touched. If he remained silent, he would simply be a background board.
Zeng Zhipeng hesitated for a while, and finally said to Su Sijin, "How about Madam Lu take everyone to live in the shelter!"
Su Sijin was about to explain, but Zeng Zhipeng retorted, "You haven't witnessed the cruelty of the Japanese slaves. Living on earth is undoubtedly sending yourself into the wolves' mouths."
"Although my shelter is simple and rarely sees the sun, it is safe. Even if the Japanese invaders come, we are capable of protecting ourselves."
"Why not just stay in the shelter?"
Su Sijin smiled gratefully. "Thank you, Village Chief Zeng, for taking me in. But forgive me for being frank. Although the shelter is safe, it is harmful to one's health. It is not suitable for long-term residence. And I... my husband has a way to resist the invasion of the Japanese slaves."
Su Sijin looked at Lu Changgong with a smile. In Zeng Zhipeng's opinion, this was a manifestation of her trust in her husband and she had inexplicable confidence in Lu Changgong.
Lu Changgong would naturally not let Su Sijin down, and nodded in agreement.
Seeing that they were full of confidence, Zeng Zhipeng didn't know what to say. Confidence is a good thing, but being too confident is arrogance.
However, this was Lu Changgong and the others' decision, and since it couldn't be changed, although he was worried about their 'confidence', he finally promised: "If you encounter a crisis and can't survive up there, my Meijiang Village shelter is open to you."
Lu Changgong clasped his fists and said, "Thank you. We won't risk our lives on a joke."
Seeing that they were full of confidence, Zeng Zhipeng stopped talking and told them to just ask for help if they needed it.
When they came out, Zeng Zhipeng ordered people to bring out lunch, which consisted of seven pots of sweet potato and brown rice porridge, on which one could clearly see the outlines of people.
Zeng Zhipeng blushed and said apologetically, "As you can see, the soil here is not suitable for farming. We basically rely on hunting for food, and then go to the town to exchange it for food."
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