Chapter 142 The Moon Over the Past
When news of the victory against the encirclement arrived, Xie Ning waved his hand and said, "Slaughter that big fat pig and send it to the arsenal!"
What do you mean by reporting to superiors and giving them extra meals? Where would the higher-ups get the money? They'd have to rely on her, their superior, to subsidize them. Now they're not even paying the allowances anymore. But luckily, she has plenty of funds. Not to mention her own slush fund, the assets she received from her shares in the United States are quite substantial.
Zhang Congzhi is a competent businessman, but he lacks the boldness of his elder brother Zhang Mingyuan. The weapons company they run now is far from the small, run-down company it once was.
In the midst of international conflict, weapons are of paramount importance. Because the United States was less affected and had a strong domestic industrial capacity, it not only successfully weathered the crisis but also profited immensely from the war, emptying the pockets of other countries. The Zhang family, meanwhile, secretly infiltrated the conflict and sent a portion of the money back to China.
Otherwise, where would the base have gotten so much funding to build various factories and machinery? It was all secretly transported over through the Zhang family and other connections.
Such a big news as the victory against the encirclement and suppression campaign could not be kept secret. The Kuomintang sent seven divisions to ambush the New Fourth Army, but they did not expect that the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. The Eighth Route Army sent four independent brigades to carry out a pincer attack, catching them completely off guard and even capturing the enemy's leader alive!
The negotiations are currently underway, but Xie Ning is well aware that while the negotiations may succeed, the relationship between the state and the industry will not ease; on the contrary, it will become more tense and eventually break down.
As Xie Ning had predicted, the Kuomintang redeemed those officers through negotiations, but then turned around and, in the name of the Kuomintang Military Commission, turned around and declared the New Fourth Army "rebellious," ordering Tang and Li's more than 200,000 troops to attack the New Fourth Army north of the Yangtze River.
The Labour Party directly denounced the Kuomintang's attempt to wipe out the New Fourth Army, pointing its guns at its compatriots in a heinous crime and exposing the conspiracy of the Kuomintang and pro-Japanese factions.
However, due to the vast disparity in strength between the two sides, the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China decided to adopt an offensive political stance and a defensive military stance. In particular, the Southern Bureau launched a resolute struggle against the die-hard Kuomintang faction in Chongqing, and carried out a fierce counterattack in terms of politics and propaganda.
"Why are we fighting amongst ourselves?"
She Ning put down the newspaper in his hand. The National Party's actions would definitely provoke fierce opposition from all sectors of society, which would push the centrists to the Labour Party's side.
Thus began the second period of peace and détente between the Chinese and foreign powers.
Before we knew it, it was harvest season.
Xie Ning now needs to sleep for twelve hours every day to have energy. When she woke up this day, she smelled a particularly sweet aroma, the unique sweetness of sweet potatoes. She lifted the curtain and peeked out, and sure enough, Xiao Yang was steaming sweet potato chips with people. There was a large wooden bucket on the stove, steaming white vapor.
There were already quite a few dried sweet potatoes drying in the yard. Xie Ning squatted down and picked up a piece to eat. It was soft and sweet, with only a little bit of chewiness. But if it were fully dried, it would be chewier and sweeter. Although it looked dark, it was very delicious.
Bringing a small bag of dried sweet potatoes when you go out is delicious and filling, but of course it's not as filling as a whole sweet potato, so Xiao Yang only made a portion.
Not everyone has this skill. If Xiao Yang hadn't joined the army, he would definitely be a super chef!
Xie Ning reached into the still-warm chicken coop, but didn't find a single egg. Retracting her hand with a hint of regret, she saw Er Niu carrying two baskets of washed sweet potatoes placed at the kitchen door. She smiled when she saw Xie Ning like this.
"Sister Changning, I touched ten eggs this morning. If you touch them now, they'll definitely be gone, haha."
Zhao Le arrived just in time to give Xie Ning acupuncture. Before even entering the courtyard, he heard Er Niu laughing happily. Turning his head, he saw Xie Ning squatting in front of the chicken coop with a chicken feather on his head, and he laughed too.
"I don't usually see you eating eggs that much, so why do you like touching eggs so much?"
"This is the joy of harvest!"
"Alright, alright, enjoy the fun you've had. Now lie down, I'm going to give you acupuncture!"
Then Xie Ning, who had just stepped out of the room, was forced back inside.
However, noticing the dark circles under Zhao Le's eyes, Xie Ning asked curiously, "There shouldn't have been much going on lately, how did you end up like this?"
Zhao Le only looked so haggard when he was performing surgery all night.
"Don't even mention it," Zhao Le said through gritted teeth. "It's all the Japanese devils' fault. I haven't had a good night's sleep with Dr. He and the others these past few days."
"What's wrong?"
"The Japanese sent planes to drop fleas, cloth, grain and other things infected with the plague in Changde, which caused a large-scale plague epidemic in Changde County. A large number of infected people died one after another, and the epidemic continued to spread. The Japanese used the same trick in our other base areas."
Sometimes I think, "Could I just poison them all and kill all those Japanese devils?"
This is not the first time the Japanese army has used this method. Wasn't Ningbo and Quzhou plagued by anthrax last year?
Xie Ning lay on the kang (a heated brick bed) and sighed silently. She wanted to too.
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