Jiang Cha took the opportunity to talk several times to try to shake off the girl who was holding her arm, but unfortunately she failed.
Why is a girl who looks so soft so sticky?
"Umekawa-kun, we searched up there and found nothing, what do you think?"
She glanced at the bulging uniforms of the Japanese soldiers coming down, pretending not to see them, and turned to say something to the man named Qiao.
"Are you going to withdraw the 100,000 yuan from the bank now, or are you going to exchange it for some yellow croaker for us? You know, I only moved here because I thought it would be a peaceful place to live.
If I hadn't stopped you today, the guards at home would have beaten you to death. Quickly pay the money, don't wait for me to send someone over, it will be too late to regret it then!"
He slapped the little hand on his arm away and spoke mercilessly to the man named Qiao.
It was not known how many families had been harmed before her. From the servants who had just entered the house and their familiarity with the gendarmerie, one could guess that they must have been here quite often.
"Yamamoto-kun, please help me explain! I really didn't mean it. I just went in to search around. Why would you charge so much money?"
The man surnamed Qiao approached Yamamoto and pleaded with him in a low voice, hoping that he could help to put in a few good words and make the matter smaller.
A gold bar was also stuffed into his military uniform pocket, but he had gained a lot from the military police just now, so his pockets were full.
He pushed hard and a small yellow croaker fell to the ground in the quiet hall, which was quite obvious!
"I was told that the master's hands weren't strong enough. Last time, when he was drinking soup, the spoon was shaking for a long time! Hahaha! I'm so embarrassed!"
The concubine whose eyes were sparkling reacted quite quickly. The reason why the gold bars fell to the ground was not because the Japanese's pockets were full, but because their master's hands were not good enough.
Not to mention his quick reaction, it immediately eased the awkwardness of those devils.
"Okay, if your hand isn't working, just stay home and take care of it. I'm going back now. Remember to prepare the money and send it to the military police for their review. Are you kidding me every day?"
He stood up and walked out while talking. The military police immediately followed behind him and just said a few words to the one named Qiao.
"Remember to send the money over!"
"Mr. Meichuan is so polite. We are just doing routine business. How can you accept such a large sum of money?"
"Why are you being so polite to me? Just take the money if you have it. It's his compensation to his brothers for their errands. If you know I live nearby, come over often to enjoy some hometown food. My servants make excellent rice bran sauce that you can't get anywhere else!"
The eyes of several people were red. When they were fighting outside, they often ate food made from ingredients from the Flower Country.
It has been a long time since they tasted the flavor from their hometown. Rice bran paste is like Korean soybean paste to them.
"Of course, of course. We'll definitely come visit you when we're not busy. I'm sorry to bother you today, but we still need to patrol, so we'll have to go first."
A group of Japanese soldiers left happily, and several people at the door of Qiao's house looked at her resentfully.
Especially Miss Yourong, her eyes looked at her as if with hooks.
Jiang Cha had been through three lifetimes, but this was the first time she was teased by a girl.
Just now, when she stood up to talk inside, Qiao Yourong actually reached out and touched her butt.
She was so scared that she quickly led the devil out, but when she turned around and saw her in that state, Jiang Cha was so scared that she said nothing and ran home.
It’s not safe to be a boy these days. She actually ran into a female hooligan!
"Master, have they all left? Then I'll call the gentleman up and we'll have dinner soon."
After saying that, Han Ming went to the vegetable garden and knocked a few times. Soon the flower bed was pushed open and several people came out.
"It's okay. Let's start packing after dinner. We should be able to get on the ship when we go to the dock tomorrow morning without any problems. I'm sorry to bother you and the other brothers. You all know I'm a fake Japanese soldier.
Tomorrow, please dress up as my servants and come aboard with me. For the sake of my husband's safety, please be patient and avoid unnecessary trouble."
When she bought the ticket, she had already decided how to act as arrogantly as possible when she left the next day.
The more cautious they are, the more likely they are to be suspected. She wants to make a grand show so that those people dare not question their identities.
"Han Ming, come here. These two jars in the kitchen are the sauce from the Japanese. If anyone from them comes to ask for it, give it to them. Remember, it's called rice bran sauce, and it can be used to make stews or pickles."
She didn't care about it anymore after she handed it over to Han Ming. This kid was very cunning and could probably fool the Japanese.
As for where does rice bran paste come from?
We have to praise her for being thrifty and managing the household well. When half of the city was burned down in Jingdu, she went to watch the excitement and did not forget to pick up a lot of unburned rags.
The two jars of sauce were picked up from a yard where a family had been burned to charcoal. She wasn't going to eat them anyway, and they wouldn't kill anyone in a short time.
"Xiao Jiang, are you sure I want to dress like this? Is that okay?"
The boss asked uncertainly, you have lived for a long time and have seen everything, right?
Who would have thought that he would be dressed like this? Not to mention the Japanese, even his relatives would not be able to recognize him in this horrible appearance.
"Just think of it as a cross-dressing female role. If you don't tell me anything else, the Japanese will definitely not guess it. I'm sorry for wronging you. When we get to Mingzhu, I'll pour you some tea and apologize."
The boss was wearing her old clothes, the standard old-fashioned look of a woman in her daily life.
She was wearing a kimono made of high-quality material without a single wrinkle, her face was covered with a large white makeup that made her look unrecognizable, her cherry-like mouth was slightly pouty, and she wore a sturdy wig on her head.
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