After seeing Ning Hao off, Jiang Qiao was left alone at home. She resumed her normal routine and could do whatever she wanted.
During this period, Song Shutian came once. He was anxious because those people didn't react, but they caught a small fry here. Just as they had guessed before, the mailman in charge of the prison had run into trouble.
The other party wasn't some enemy agent; they were just someone who took money and did things for others. They didn't know much else about the matter, and the postman didn't even know the person he was in contact with.
He only needed to place Sato's letter in the designated place each time, and that was it. As for what was in the envelope that was mailed, that depended on his mood; sometimes it was a piece of paper, and sometimes it was a newspaper.
“We’ve checked that place, but we didn’t find anything. Nobody in the area knows that anyone came to pick up anything. So, for now, the trail has gone cold.”
Jiang Qiao gave a wry smile. "The Japanese are the Japanese. Even I am impressed by how they do things. In other words, there are still enemy agents in this county, but we just don't know who they are."
How long has this been going on? Has it always been like this, or did it become like this later?
"It started when we discovered the prison basement; the enemy was far more cunning than we imagined."
Jiang Qiao, there's been no progress here for now. I might have to go back for a while. I'll leave things here to my subordinates. If you need anything, you can talk to them or Director Song.
"What about that old Japanese devil?"
Song Shutian smiled and said, "Don't worry about that. I'll lock him up in a very secure place where they won't be able to find him."
Jiang Qiao sighed, "Actually, I think this old Japanese devil is definitely hiding some secret. Those people outside need his cooperation. Otherwise, who would care about a half-dead man? Why bother? It's a pity that the old Japanese devil won't tell us. If you have any way, it would be best to get him to tell the truth."
Song Shutian shook his head, looking helpless. "There's really no better way to deal with this kind of rock in the latrine for now. Hopefully, this old guy can figure things out during this time. If no one comes to save him, he'll never get out of here in his life. If he loses all hope, maybe he'll come to terms with it?"
Jiang Qiao smiled and shook her head. "Instead of hoping he'll come to his senses, you might as well try going to those other people."
"Let's not talk about this anymore. When are you leaving? I'll prepare some things for you. Last time, an uncle of mine brought me a lot of dried seafood. Do you want some?"
"Yes, of course I want it! It's good stuff. I'll use it to make soup for my parents, wife, and kids. It's really good, very nourishing, and you can't even buy it."
Jiang Qiao rolled her eyes at him. "Is your family lacking in this?"
Song Shutian smiled helplessly, "You silly girl, you really don't know what it's like to be hungry. You know what the situation is like now. Last year's harvest was poor, and the new grain hasn't even been planted yet. How do you think life can be any better?"
"I can tell you haven't been to a store in a long time. What's left on the shelves?"
"Wait here, I'll pack it for you right away. My mom brought some dried goods and stuff with her, I'll pack them all together for you."
Song Shutian suddenly remembered something: "Jiang Qiao, do you have any medicine to treat infantile convulsions?"
Jiang Qiao turned to look at Song Shutian and asked, "Your child?"
Song Shutian nodded with a bitter face, "That's right. My wife called and said that the kids in the yard set off firecrackers and scared our son. She's been complaining to me about it. That's when I thought of you. Do you have any ideas?"
Jiang Qiao nodded. "Wait here, I'll get it for you."
Song Shutian followed behind, sighing, "Jiang Qiao, why don't you come to my house? We'll have another little sister, and my parents will have another daughter. Wouldn't that be great? If anything happens, we can just go to you. You're even more useful than a health care doctor."
Jiang Qiao didn't even turn her head. "Come on, people who don't know the details will think I'm trying to climb the social ladder. I don't want people looking at me like I'm a monster. I'm fine as I am."
Song Shutian chuckled from behind, "Only you would think that way. I bet anyone else would be thrilled. Let me tell you, with our sibling relationship, I'm entrusting my old man's health to you. If you need anything, I'll come to you."
Jiang Qiao waved and left. Song Shutian picked up the book Jiang Qiao had placed on the kang (a heated brick bed) and began to read it, sighing as he did so.
"There's no comparison—"
The stuff was too complicated for him to understand. Jiang Qiao came in carrying a bag of things. "These are food, and this is for my sister-in-law and eldest sister to wipe their faces. I made it myself."
When Song Shutian saw the small package Jiang Qiao handed him, he held onto it with delight, saying, "Oh my, my sister, you're so thoughtful. Your sister-in-law will definitely love it."
Jiang Qiao put the things on the kang (a heated brick bed). "I just messed around with these things myself, based on ancient recipes. There aren't many, so I'm just giving them as a gift to my relatives and friends."
By the way, any news about that Xu Shaoqing?
At this point, Song Shutian immediately perked up, and his expression became quite serious. "We can't be sure whether Xu Shaoqing is dead or alive for the time being, but we just received news that the comrades at the local archives found Xu Shaoqing's surrender document when they were sorting through the materials. It is said that he was captured by the Japanese back then and surrendered. I guess he went back and must have been assigned by the Japanese."
When Jiang Qiao heard the news, she was immediately stunned. At this moment, she couldn't even describe how she felt. She had always thought that this person was exchanging information for benefits. She never expected that this bastard was actually a traitor and a sellout. How stupid she was to not realize that this dog had already betrayed her country.
Seeing Jiang Qiao's dazed expression, Song Shutian called out, "Jiang Qiao, what's wrong?"
Jiang Qiao snapped out of her daze, shook her head, and gave a bitter laugh. "I don't know what to say. This news is quite unexpected. Damn it, I never thought he would be a traitor, a collaborator—"
Song Shutian nodded in strong agreement, "That's right. I'll go back and investigate this matter. You stay here and study hard. If you encounter any problems, contact me by telegram. I'll be going now."
After seeing Song Shutian off, Jiang Qiao sat on the kang (a heated brick bed) for a long time without moving, her emotions still affected by the news.
After thinking it over and over, she slammed her fist on the kang (a heated brick bed). This time, the two of them had a much bigger grudge, not only against her own, but also against her father and Xiaobao.
"You son of a bitch, if I don't catch you with my own hands, I'll change my surname to yours!"
Song Shutian hadn't expected that Jiang Qiao, who had come to say goodbye, would be so thoughtful and prepare a gift for him. To be honest, he didn't know what to prepare for his own return, but now he was relieved that someone had taken care of it.
However, he secretly sighed to himself, "Jiang Qiao has a wide circle of friends. She can even connect with people from the seaside. She can sit at home and have all the food she needs. Don't you think I'm envious?"
Jiang Qiao's ability is something he doesn't have and can't learn. The only thing he can do is to catch these people as soon as possible so that Jiang Qiao can have a relatively quiet environment to grow up slowly.
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