"Mid-Autumn Festival is coming soon. It would be unreasonable not to go back!" Zhou Yan said with a lingering feeling. "Let me see if I can get the factory to give us some more time off if I invent the electric car this time."
Xiao Yu looked at Zhou Yan. If he hadn't been following him, he would have thought that this person had been replaced.
"What are we even doing here? We've already collected everything we can!" Xiao Yu was a little depressed. His last trip to 1942 was fruitless. After returning, he had a strange feeling that there were fewer incense offerings everywhere. If he were to come again, he wondered if they would have enough.
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Xiao Yu didn't want to talk about it unless he mentioned Zhou Yan.
"If my guess is correct, the next time will be around 1946."
Xiao Yu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Or is it famine?"
"Well, according to historical records, during the Great Southern Famine of 1946-1947, over 17 million people starved to death in Guangdong, Guangxi, and Hunan provinces alone."
"What!" More than 1,700 people? But the total amount of incense offerings they had collected since the Ghost Festival was only 100 million.
Zhou Yan took a deep breath: "Can Luo Ziwei really not be killed?" He felt uncomfortable when he thought of those souls that were sucked away as energy.
Xiao Yu's heart trembled inexplicably, and after a long moment he said, "We can't, but perhaps someone can."
"who."
"Dragon patrols the sea."
Zhou Yan frowned. Long Xunhai was Luo Ziwei's husband, even if only in name. The key point was that after several encounters, he'd discovered that he was a man of rigid principles, and once he made up his mind, it was difficult to change. Getting him to kill his wife wouldn't be easy.
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Xiao Yu and Zhou Yan teleported to the vicinity of Sijiu City and took a bus into the city.
When the car was about to enter the gate of Sijiu City, Xiao Yu suddenly sent a message to Zhou Yan: "Perhaps your decision is right. Let's go back and celebrate the festival, and then come out again."
Zhou Yan raised his hand and rubbed his head: "We'll talk about it when the time comes." History has already happened, just like Xiaoyu once said, their appearance only fulfilled the obsession of those souls before they died.
He didn't want Xiao Yu to be too tired.
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Xiao Yu and Zhou Yan returned the day before the Mid-Autumn Festival. It was already eight o'clock in the evening when they got home. They had a simple meal, washed up and went to bed.
The next morning, before the two of them even woke up, someone showed up at the gate. It was Xiao Liu, who had driven over specifically to ask if they had returned. Upon receiving a positive response, he happily explained the situation and left.
"Brother!" Gangzi ran over and said when Zhou Yan got up and brushed his teeth, "Comrade Xiao Liu just came over and told them to come over for lunch. The old man has booked a private room in the cafeteria over there."
Zhou Yan rinsed his mouth, quickly washed his face, and said, "I brought back half a piece of meat last night. You can take care of it at noon."
Gangzi grinned. "I saw it last night. By the way, the factory gave out holiday gifts: oranges, apples, and mooncakes. Do you want to bring some for the old man?"
"No need. Maybe the old man will ask me to bring it back. At worst, we can cook a dish and bring it back."
"Hey, what are you doing? Do you need help?"
Zhou Yan thought for a moment and said, "Let's try steamed pork with rice flour and braised pork with preserved vegetables! My daughter also likes them."
Gangzi's eyes lit up: "I haven't eaten this dish for a long time. I'll go wash up first and come to help later."
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After Zhou Yan finished washing up, he went to the kitchen and took a look around. There were a few more cans of peanut oil, soybean oil, and lard in the kitchen. These oils were enough for these kids to eat for a year or two when they were not at home.
When Gangzi, Monkey and other quick-working boys, Yingzi and Yanzi rushed into the kitchen, Zhou Yan had already skillfully butchered half a pig.
In addition to pork, there are also the most common silver carp, three pheasants, and a portion of beef, all of which are prepared to be steamed later.
"Hey! Brother Zhou, why are you here today?" Gangzi saw Zhou Yan frying large pieces of meat in the oil pan, and then he realized something belatedly.
Zhou Yan didn't even raise his head: "Why, do you dislike it? I dislike you eating less later."
"That's not possible." Gangzi thought to himself, since Brother Zhou dared to do it, he must have been trained by Brother Xiao, so he can rest assured.
"Brother, are you going out after the holiday?" Yingzi asked.
Zhou Yan continued frying the meat: "It depends on the situation. What's going on? Is the factory not doing well?"
Yingzi rolled her eyes: "Can't you even hope for me to be well? Okay, I'm just asking casually. We don't know how comfortable we are when you and Brother Xiao are not at home."
"You can leave now."
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