"Looking at the time, that child should have arrived in Mingzhu, right? Such a good kid, how did he get involved with the Japanese?
There's still no letter from above? How long has it been? I'm telling you this: as long as he can withstand scrutiny, I'll let him do anything in the future!
Where can we find so many things? Recently, several nearby groups have been very jealous. I heard that they even went to the higher authorities to complain and wanted to take some of our stuff away.
"Let me tell you, Grandma! Our team leader said that once something is in your pocket, you can't take it out, right?"
When I met Jiang Cha, he was always calm and steady, and looked very scholarly, like a teacher.
At this moment, he was leaning back in his chair, stroking the list of supplies with a cigarette in his mouth, and speaking heartfelt words to several battalion commanders opposite him with an intoxicated look on his face.
It's been several days, and their political commissar still hasn't recovered!
He put the list of supplies on the table every day, just like reading a letter from his sister-in-law, his eyes were full of sticky thoughts.
Everyone present here can understand why the political commissar is like this. They can persist in any harsh environment, and even go up the mountain to hunt, pick wild fruits and dig wild vegetables when supplies are insufficient.
The only difference was that on the battlefield, due to the difference in equipment, the Japanese had a lot of advantages. Everyone was holding their breath, planning to find an opportunity to kill them.
The equipment in his hands looks to be the latest. If that kid can stand up to scrutiny, maybe the Japanese will be their supplier in the future.
"You also said that we have to wait for the results of the investigation from above. If the supplies he brought weren't real, he should be tied up and interrogated for daring to find our contact point.
But he didn't say anything, just left the goods and left the next day. That's too straightforward. If he was a scammer, he'd have spent a lot of money. If nothing else, those boxes of large and small yellow croaker were worth the price of gold."
Jiang Cha, who had just arrived at the dock, had no idea that the team on the mountain was discussing future plans for him.
The day after the inventory of supplies was completed, she went to find the old squad leader of the kitchen team and asked him to move the two pigs on the mule cart and deal with them.
She cleaned it up and kept it for everyone to eat slowly, as a gift to improve everyone's diet.
Then, without even having time to eat lunch, he ran down the mountain all the way to the county town, took a bus to the train station and headed straight to Shanghai.
She has been here for several days and has to pack her luggage for Mingzhu. She also needs to see what new things have happened in Shanghai during her absence.
The train arrived in Shanghai a few days later, and I hailed a rickshaw at the station to go home.
The house was a mess, and it looked like it hadn't been cleaned for a long time. Jiang Cha checked a few of the "little traps" she had set up in advance to make sure no one had been in the house.
I cleaned up the house briefly and swept away any food scraps. Melon seed shells and walnut shells were placed in a specific area, looking as if they hadn't been swept away.
In fact, they were all placed there by her. If someone broke in and stepped on them, she could guess whether the person was a man or a woman, what shoes they were wearing, how much they weighed, etc. by looking at the debris on the ground.
The walnuts from the Republic of China period were not the kind with papery skins that we often eat. Most of the old varieties had thick skins and small kernels, and people with little strength could not break the walnut shells at all.
People who come in with leather shoes definitely feel more powerful than those who come in with cloth shoes, and fat people step harder than thin people.
Ever since I bought the house, I have developed the habit of making small mechanisms. It doesn’t require any special skills, just inspiration from a decoration program.
The specific values of each person's sitting, lying and walking can be estimated. In order to better fit the height and body shape of the Japanese, a ten-centimeter wooden box was placed under their feet.
Several "traps" were placed on it according to the daily habits of the Japanese devils, including standing, sitting, kneeling, and bowing.
Normally, no one would deliberately make things difficult for a child, especially if the child is not very smart.
It was just a little thing she made out of caution, with the sole purpose of preventing anyone from barging in from coming in.
What she didn't know was that this prudent preparation would one day serve her well.
"ticket?"
When you get on the sampan, you will see the famous cross-sea ship. On both sides of the ladder are security personnel responsible for checking tickets.
Following the staff's instructions, she easily found her room, a single room with an outdoor balcony and a private bathroom.
When she pushed the door open, there was a small balcony that belonged to her alone. She could see the blue sea and sky, as well as the annoying patrol team at the dock.
It was because her balcony was located on the side of the dock, so she could see everything clearly from a close distance. She could even see the Japanese soldier who gave her the resident certificate scolding the translator with a stern face.
“Woo—”
As the ship left the dock, various facilities on board began to open to passengers.
Jiang Cha’s first stop was to eat at the western restaurant on the ship. The quality of the food here would determine the quality of her life in the next few days.
"One cream of mushroom soup, one steak, one piece of apple pie, and lemonade, please!"
Soon her meal arrived. The cream of mushroom soup was rich and mellow, and the steak was medium-rare, with a hint of red when cut, and a strong aroma of butter.
The apple pie has a strong cinnamon flavor, which is perfectly balanced by the slightly sweet apple filling. The crust is just right. If she wasn't so full, she would have wanted another serving.
The lunch was delicious, the view from the restaurant window was beautiful, and the interior was gorgeously decorated. The diners were well-dressed in suits, ties, and dresses. Looking at them, I felt like I had stepped back into modern times.
This scene is completely different from the time a few days ago when I squatted in the yard and ate mixed-grain porridge with everyone.
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