"Leader Zhao, it's almost lunchtime. Why don't you have a simple lunch with us?"
Old Village Chief Fu was walking with a swagger these days. He saw Zhao Gang trying to leave without even having a cup of tea. That wouldn't do.
Zhao Gang waved his hand. The torpedo was successfully salvaged today, and the experts from the Fisheries Administration Bureau went to the camp with Sun Shaoping. He considered today's mission complete.
"No, I have something to do at the bureau, and I have to rush back for a meeting."
Just as she was about to leave, Fu Wan quickly came out of the house, carrying the cloth bag containing the notebook that she had just taken out of the box.
"Leader Zhao, wait a minute!"
Zhao Gang found it strange, especially when he saw the cloth bag in Fu Wan's hand, which made him even more puzzled.
They are disciplined and cannot take even a needle or thread from the people!
"Leader Zhao, I found this at sea. I don't recognize the writing on it. Could you please take a look at it for me?"
"oh?"
Zhao Gang immediately became interested. Although he was a roughneck, he had at least taken literature classes when he was in the army.
When Fu Wan unwrapped the layers of oil paper, revealing the notebook inside, Zhao Gang confidently flipped through a couple of pages, only to be stunned.
"What...what are these scribbles?"
He originally wanted to show off his talent, but unexpectedly suffered a complete defeat.
He coughed sheepishly, "I'm sorry, Comrade Xiao Fu, I don't really recognize these characters either."
The village chief, Fu, who was standing nearby, found it strange and came over to see what was going on.
What kind of weird drawing is this?
The next second, the cheerful smile on Village Chief Fu's face vanished.
"Ah Wan, where did you get this from? It's written in Japanese!"
He had seen this before when they were fighting. Back then, they laughed at the islanders for not being able to write and just scribbling nonsense.
Fu Wan knew it was Japanese, but she didn't dare to show it easily.
Zhao Gang pondered for a moment and then asked, "Comrade Xiao Fu, did you find this notebook at sea?"
Fu Wan nodded, while Zhao Gang pondered how this thing ended up at sea and whether it was related to the islanders who had been appearing frequently lately.
Thinking of this, Zhao Gang took the notebook from Village Chief Fu's hand.
"Comrade Xiao Fu, I'll take this notebook back with me first. I know a few people who can read Japanese, so I'll have them translate it for me and then I'll call you back."
Fu Wan wanted this result. "Then I'll have to trouble Leader Zhao."
Seeing that there was nothing else to do, Zhao Gang drove Li Jun to the Fisheries Administration Bureau. In the car, he stroked the notebook in his hand.
Most of the older colleagues in the bureau don't speak many foreign languages, and even if they do, it's usually English or Russian. He, however, has someone who speaks the language of an island nation.
The person was both far away and right before my eyes; it was none other than Bai Qianzhou, who had studied abroad.
Bai Qianzhou was not only interested in medicine, but also learned various languages in order to understand medical literature from different countries.
This is also why Bai Qianzhou would come out with the camp leaders when it came to incidents involving enemy agents; he could not only act as a doctor but also as a translator.
Bai Qianzhou could translate the text on the torpedo after just a few glances.
He just remembered that Bai Qianzhou and Fu Wan's family were quite close, and he didn't know why Fu Wan hadn't asked Bai Qianzhou to translate this.
If Fu Wan knew the doubts in Zhao Gang's heart, she would definitely cry out that she was wronged, because she didn't know that Bai Qianzhou had so many skills!
The torpedo incident was over, and Fu Qiang was taken away by the soldiers who arrived from the camp. The villagers of Fu Family Village had no idea what had happened and simply assumed that Fu Qiang had caused trouble again.
Wang Zhaodi sat at her door and howled a few times, saying that Fu Laoda's family had caused her son to be arrested, but Fu Laoda couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to her.
Village Chief Fu went to warn Fu Lao Er, and Wang Zhaodi was then scolded back by Fu Lao Er, who was lying in the house, and dared not come out to cause any more trouble.
"Dad, I'd like to go to the county town this afternoon."
After lunch, Fu Wan sat in the courtyard, while Fu Ling and Qin Mingzhu took a wooden stick and practiced writing on the ground.
When Fu Laoda heard her say this, he knew that she wanted to go to the county to inquire about the ambergris.
"Go ahead, have your brother go with you."
Although things weren't as chaotic as they were a few years ago, a young woman traveling alone was still afraid of encountering someone with a bad heart.
Fu Wan nodded in agreement; having someone with her would also help her carry her things.
Fu Ling perked up at the prospect of going to the county town and ran to Fu Wan's side, looking at her with anticipation.
They practically wrote "Take me there" on their foreheads.
Fu Wan couldn't resist patting her head. "Want to go?"
Fu Ling nodded frantically, while Qin Mingzhu glanced at them calmly and continued to doodle on the ground.
"I wouldn't even consider taking you!"
Upon hearing this, Fu Ling pouted as if she was about to burst into tears, but Fu Wan quickly comforted her, "I'll go to the county town to buy you some paper and pens. If you write well, I'll send you to school next month."
With the Mid-Autumn Festival just around the corner, Fu Honghong from next door has already been sent to first grade. Fu Ling was initially reluctant to go to school, but after listening to Fu Honghong tell her interesting stories about school every day, she has started to want to go to school too.
When Fu Ling heard that they were being offered paper and pens, she stopped making a fuss and happily went to tell Qin Mingzhu the good news.
Fu Laoda went outside to call Fu Ming back, while Fu Wan put a small piece of ambergris that had been left to air out in the backyard into a cloth bag.
She only went to the county town to inquire about prices, so bringing just a small piece was enough for her.
The county town was farther than the town, so the brother and sister decided that riding a bicycle would be tiring, so they pooled their money to hire a tractor from the village to go.
When it's not busy with farming, the village's tractors can carry passengers. Two people can be taken to the county town, a journey of one hour, for a total of one yuan.
It wasn't exactly cheap, but it wasn't expensive either. Fu Wan simply took two yuan and asked Uncle Niu, who drove the tractor, to wait at the entrance of the county supply and marketing cooperative.
After getting off the car, Fu Wan led Fu Ming into Feng Ji's shop with practiced ease. This time, Feng Ji was unusually not sleeping; he was wearing reading glasses and repairing an old-fashioned clock with his hands covered in black soot.
"Uncle Feng, it's been a long time!"
Hearing the noise, Feng Ji wondered who it was, and when he looked up, he saw Fu Wan and her brother.
"Oh my, what a rare guest! I thought you had forgotten about this old man!"
Fu Wan laughed and said, "How could that be? I'm usually busy making a living, and I just happened to run into something I wasn't sure about. I thought Uncle Feng was very knowledgeable, so I came here specifically to let you take a look."
Feng Ji snorted coldly, but he was quite pleased with her flattery. "Give it to me!"
Fu Ming was taken aback for a moment, then quickly handed over what he was carrying.
These are black tiger prawns that Fu Wan brought in a small bucket. There are still quite a few alive. She specially took two pounds for Feng Ji to try.
Feng Ji glanced at the palm-sized shrimp in the bucket, his face a picture of disbelief. "You've come to my pawnshop to sell shrimp?"
Fu Wan said helplessly, "How could that be, Uncle? These shrimp are a gift from me. I wanted you to look after something here!"
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