Chapter 675 The Passing of Time 40
"Heh, is that all? What's so special about it? What does it have to do with us? Is dinner ready? Did you make the cold oil noodles I asked you to make?"
Aunt Wang: "...I did it, I did it."
Madam, Madam's thoughts are always different from theirs.
"Remember to mix it with sesame paste, add a little chili oil, and sprinkle some mustard and minced garlic. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water."
In the sweltering summer, all I want is something refreshing.
"Yes, madam, I'll get it right away."
She said, "It would be great if they sent one of their comrades over. With the lady here, I can't even laugh."
In fact, given the situation just now, she could have easily changed the subject with a casual remark. She lacks quick wit and blames others for getting in the way; she's just useless.
Fortunately, he's loyal enough, and that's enough.
Aunt Wang went to the kitchen, and Ning Yan gave another eavesdropping talisman to Qiu Juncheng. "Here, it's Matsui's. Remember to listen. If I wasn't worried that you wouldn't be able to hear it all, I could put one on every single mid- to high-ranking Japanese general."
This thing is definitely not as good as a bugging device; it can't play back or speed up, and one person can only listen to one thing at a time.
"That's enough."
He never imagined his job would be so simple one day.
First, thank you to my wife, and then thank you to myself. I thank myself for having high standards and waiting for so many years to finally find my love at first sight.
His eyes softened as he thought about how wonderful things were going on, making Ning Yan feel a little awkward. She raised her hand and pushed his face away. "Go wash your hands. Dinner is coming right away. After you finish eating, you need to catch up on your sleep. You're practically a panda now."
Qiu Juncheng smiled and agreed, "Okay, okay, I'll do whatever you say, Madam."
Ning Yan obediently washed her hands, and the food was served. She ate a whole bowl of cold rice noodles before she felt satisfied with her craving.
A few days later, Qiu Juncheng returned with news: Colonel Matsui's application to be transferred out of Beiping had been rejected.
"That old man is quite sensible. As long as he doesn't harm the people of Beiping, it's not a bad thing to let him live a few more days."
"The headquarters has been unusually quiet these past few days; no one has dared to go out and arrest people. This is all thanks to you."
Ning Yan raised an eyebrow triumphantly, "That's right! I'm just that amazing."
In Beiping, the sensitive people noticed the difference, especially the small stall owners.
Young women no longer need to worry about being openly harassed when they go out on the street.
In the past, Er Gouzi would always try to take advantage of people when he passed by, such as taking a sesame seed cake or a bowl of wontons without paying. That was the norm. But he hasn't done that in the last couple of days.
What's even more outrageous are those Japanese people. When have they ever paid for anything they bought?
He's lucky he didn't turn your stall upside down!
They're really giving it to us now; we can't refuse.
So, what exactly happened?
Could it be that a great Confucian scholar gave them a lecture on the importance of paying for meals?
They weren't taught a lesson about paying for meals, but rather a profound lesson that dishonesty could lead to being wiped out by a ghost with a single stroke. To put it bluntly, everyone was afraid of death.
From then on, the streets of Beiping were completely transformed, and the businesses of the shops gradually flourished.
Ning Yan often goes shopping with Sister Gao from next door.
Anyway, she has plenty of money, and she can never spend it all. If she can't use it all, she can store it all in her divine palace, and who knows, she might need it in some world.
Seeing how generous she was with her money, Sister Gao took her to a social gathering for wealthy women.
"Let me introduce you. This is Mrs. Ning, the police chief of the East District. These are Mrs. Liu, Mrs. Su, and Mrs. Zhang. I often play cards with them; they are all good friends."
Ning Yan greeted the group of women, who gathered together and chatted about nothing more than clothing and their aunts. As they talked, a card table was set up.
"Madam Ning, how about a few rounds?"
Ning Yan's big eyes were filled with confusion. "I can come, but I've never played before."
Madam Su covered her mouth with her handkerchief and laughed, "That's easy, let Madam Liu teach you." She only asked you because she'd never played before.
Alas, Mrs. Liu's husband is truly useless. He's lost a lot of money in business lately, so much so that she's afraid to even play cards anymore.
Gao Yinglan brought Madam Ning with her, which is perfect for filling the vacancy.
Ning Yan laughed too. They probably didn't know there was a term called "newbie protection period," and another term called "Ning Yan is forever in newbie protection period."
"Then thank you very much, Madam Liu."
The card game began. "Hey, have you heard? The other day, Ghost caused a ruckus at the Japanese Military Police Headquarters. I heard that even Colonel Ha Rui was killed by him!"
Ning.Ghost.Yan: Old man? Okay, I'll take that as a term of respect.
"Mom, you've heard about it too? My husband just mentioned it yesterday. The Japanese have been so well-behaved lately because they've been scared by ghosts!"
Mrs. Liu has been so preoccupied with the family business lately that she hasn't had a chance to get together with the other ladies. Upon hearing this, she hurriedly asked, "What happened? Tell me in detail."
The three wives exclaimed, "My husband says that as long as this ghostly man is in Beiping, the people's lives will be better. I'm wondering, is this ghostly man a person or a ghost? How can there be such a powerful person in this world?"
Ning Yan pushed the mahjong tiles aside, announcing, "I won!"
"You won so quickly! Pay up!"
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When Gao Yinglan returned home in the evening, she cheerfully invited Ning Yan, "Let's go play mahjong together tomorrow."
They were the only two people who won money in today's card game; she's never had such a smooth run of luck when playing cards.
"Sure, I don't have anything else to do anyway." It's a perfectly legitimate way to make money, only a fool wouldn't go.
I got home a little late today; Qiu Juncheng was already back.
The electric fan in the living room was blowing loudly, bringing a touch of coolness.
Yes, electric fans existed in that era, and they were even domestically produced Huasheng brand fans. However, these things were quite expensive and required electricity, so ordinary people couldn't afford to buy them, let alone use them.
They currently have three units: one in the kitchen, one in the bedroom, and one in the living room.
"Looks like you had a lot of fun today, otherwise you wouldn't be back so late."
Ning Yan tossed her bag onto the sofa and casually took off her earrings, throwing them onto the coffee table. "I went to play mahjong with Sister Gao and won over thirty yuan."
The man shifted his position, gesturing for her to sit next to him.
"You know how to play mahjong?"
"Whether I can fight or not is not important, what's important is that I can win!"
Qiu Juncheng's eyes lit up immediately. "Do you want to socialize with those ladies?"
"Sure, it doesn't matter who you play with."
“Then I’ll take you to visit Mr. Luo’s house another day. I remember Mrs. Luo especially loves playing mahjong.”
As promised, on the weekend, Qiu Juncheng took Ning Yan to the Luo family home under the pretext of delivering the account book.
Luo Siyuan was very hospitable. There were also guests at home, and Madam Luo was playing cards. Ning Yan went directly to Madam Luo's side to show her the cards.
"Do you know how to play? Want to play a couple of rounds?"
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