For people like Yan Jing, radio is their life, and they even regard it as more important than their own lives.
The radio and transmitter were mixed in the luggage. If she was lazy, Da Hu would find them himself after ten days or half a month.
They probably wouldn't even be able to find the body by then, and by then it would be too late to say anything.
"I told you it's okay. What can a few weak scholars like them do? They must have been targeted by someone, and they might have been taken away! Don't stop me, I have to go save them!"
Da Hu struggled to get down to the ground to save those people, but unfortunately his injuries were too severe. It took him a long time to even sit up, let alone hold a weapon to save people.
Jiang Cha didn't stop him, just stood by the bed and watched him toss and turn. He was covered in wounds, including broken ribs and arms. The internal injuries were even more serious, and if he wasn't careful, he would suffer internal bleeding.
"Don't blame me for not warning you! If you keep going on like this, you'll easily have internal bleeding. Even gods won't be able to save you, let alone save others. You might even die before them!"
Da Hu looked at his injured arm and angrily hit the mattress hard with his good hand.
He's a loser and a burden to everyone.
"Alright! You're such a grown man, why are you so hesitant? We're just going to save someone, right? Do you really need to do anything? Who am I? You should just stay at home and recuperate. Just make do with some snacks for now.
I'll go explore the area first to see what's going on. Don't worry if I'm late. Don't forget, I'm a fake devil! Most people wouldn't dare touch me, so I'll have to trouble you to take care of yourself for the next few days. But keep your dirty clothes for me when I come back!"
After saying that, Jiang Cha packed up the luggage on the ground, moved the radio and transmitter downstairs, and told Dahu that there was a cellar in the house and it would be safer to keep the things there.
In fact, after going downstairs, he squeezed into the space, brought snacks, fruits and two thermoses upstairs, and asked him to look after the house.
After changing clothes, he went directly to the address Dahu mentioned. That place was the secret base of Yan Jing and his friends before. He lived there during the time he was recovering from his injury.
I found the address and found that several people lived in the alley.
In the narrow corridor, some people were washing clothes, some were burning coal stoves, and some were chatting.
The city was full of the hustle and bustle of life. The tiger stove at the entrance of the alley could be seen from a distance. Smoke was coming out of the chimney and many neighbors were queuing up at the door.
It was her first time seeing a place selling hot water, so she looked inside curiously. Since it was daytime, she could see clearly that the water was being boiled in soup cans.
After the water boils, use a ladle to fill the thermos, and add a funnel to the mouth of the thermos to prevent the water from pouring everywhere.
After getting the water, they handed over a bamboo stick, which they called a bamboo chip. Each chip had a different face value. Usually, families would buy a bunch at the beginning of the month and keep them at home to use over time.
Da Hu said that if you walked further inside after seeing Lao Hu Zao, the third house would be the one. According to him, she walked slowly past the door.
He glanced at the door and the surroundings, and continued walking forward without looking back, pretending to be a rich young man who had accidentally entered the slums.
I am curious about everything, but I can't stand the crowded environment here.
I also particularly dislike the toilets placed in front of every house. Every time I pass by them, I have to cover my nose and walk around them quickly.
Until you reach the end of the alley and turn into another street, there are people coming and going on the street, some selling vegetables, some selling wontons and steamed buns, as well as some grocery stores, tailor shops, etc.
It was completely different from what she usually saw when she went shopping. The auntie who was buying vegetables would bargain with the uncle who was selling vegetables over a penny.
They spoke in Shanghainese dialect, their conversation was lively and boisterous. Unfortunately, she couldn't understand a word they said. The system failed to recognize the specific content of the conversation, as the northerners were fluent in the southern language.
She stood aside and watched the excitement, occasionally glancing at the alley she had just come out of, to see if anyone was following her, and to see if there were any other ambushes nearby.
In the past, we often saw spies disguised as street vendors in spy dramas. The famous No. 76 loved to use this trick the most, disguised reconnaissance!
The street vendors are doing all kinds of business, and if you look closely you can see that the man selling wontons didn't pour sesame oil on the seller.
After the customer said a few words to her, she put the bottle of sesame oil directly on his table and let him pour it himself.
When Jiang Cha was little, she lived with her grandmother. It was already the 21st century. Every time her grandmother poured the sesame oil, she would lick the little that flowed out of the bottle.
Hygiene, bacteria, and germs! These were not a big deal to the old lady. The big deal was seeing the sesame oil pass through the bottle and end up on the table.
The old lady is more afraid of waste than cleanliness and hygiene, and she would feel bad for a long time if she occasionally pours a little too much.
It's the Republic of China now, with war raging and people's lives precarious. Who would be willing to give sesame oil directly to customers? It's really a business, and sooner or later, I guess the stall will go bankrupt!
And there’s that shoe shiner. It’s not that she looks down on the people on the street, but how many people on the street wear leather shoes to buy groceries?
Generally, people who do this are located near department stores, where there are many ladies shopping and drinking coffee, as well as white-collar bosses who work in nearby foreign companies.
Doing business definitely requires choosing the right location. This person's presence here is as obvious as lice on a bald head!
I bought a little wooden monkey on the street. It looks a bit like the Q version of the Monkey King and is very cute.
She also bought a bag of pickled plums and a bag of melon seeds. She walked back contentedly, observing everyone around her along the way. She would carefully observe what everyone who passed by her was doing.
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