Chapter 255: Erzhuzi

By the time Song Daoquan recovered, Song Anguo had already done this many times.

Song Anguo is a child, not a fool, and he didn't think much about it once or twice.

After a few times, he knew what he was doing.

But he didn't think there was anything wrong with him.

His parents died without doing anything.

The family was destroyed overnight.

My grandfather was tortured to the point of losing half his life. Although his life was saved, his legs were completely broken. He could only use a cane to walk normally and could not even walk on a slightly uneven road, let alone earning money to support two people.

He is just a ten-year-old child. How can he support his grandfather?

Jiang Lili was very generous. Every time he helped her pass on a message, she would give him two yuan. When the investigation was more serious, she would give him two more yuan.

The two of them survived on this money.

Later, Song Daoquan found out. What could he do? Should he kill his own relatives for the sake of justice?

So what is justice?

Song Daoquan looked at his lame leg, and then at his grandson who was struggling in the midst of swords and sabers for a living.

Safe country, safe country.

Song Anguo's name was given by his son and daughter-in-law, and the name is full of the Song family's expectations for this child.

Song Daoquan no longer called him Anguo, but only called him by his nickname.

Song Daoquan regretted countless times why he did not take his family abroad, but instead thought of staying to cultivate talents for the new China.

There is no medicine for regret in the world.

After the Song family finished their meal, they washed up and went to lie down on the bed. It was called a bed, but in fact it was just two broken wooden boards taken from a wreck and placed on stones.

Just enough for the two of them to lie down close together.

Can I still muster the strength to turn over?

Neither of them said anything.

Song Daoquan felt sorry for his young grandson who had chosen this path for him.

Erzhuzi was calculating his own savings.

During the time when Song Daoquan was dying, the feeling of being penniless and having nowhere to go brought great harm to his young heart.

He has to count his money every night before he can fall asleep.

Xia Zhizhi and Aju went out of the village and then came back. They avoided the crowd when they came back, so no one saw them.

Xia Zhizhi scanned the two men with her mental power and knew what the situation was.

She didn't pay much attention to them.

I went straight to the back of the brigade office to stake out the place.

At around ten o'clock, a frightened man came over and took out the note from the gap.

It was pitch dark, so it was impossible to see clearly what was written on it.

He could only put the money in his pocket and run up the mountain.

Ah Ju followed behind with Xia Zhizhi on his back, holding the child in one hand.

The man walked very slowly and went around in circles, which made Xia Zhizhi bored.

Ah Ju knew her character and kept a little distance from her.

At this distance, you can't hear what's happening in front even if you eat something in the back.

Xia Zhizhi immediately took out a basket of Ah Ju's fried potato chips and ate them.

There were crackling sounds all the way.

After more than two hours of searching, we finally arrived.

These people really knew how to choose a location. Their lair was in a gap between two mountains. There was a huge boulder blocking the exit in front of them. When entering or exiting, they had to suck in their stomachs and squeeze in.

After the man went in, Xia Zhizhi used her mental power to scan the area and found that there were more than a dozen people crowded in the area of ​​less than 20 square meters.

A group of people have to live, eat, drink, defecate and urinate, so they can't run too far, and the crevices in the rocks have been polluted by them.

She was unwilling to go in, so she and Ah Ju stood on the stone above their heads and eavesdropped openly.

As soon as the thin man entered, someone turned on a flashlight and he took out the note for everyone to see.

Someone murmured quietly: "Time is a bit tight, but there are not many people, so we can barely handle it."

Someone said in a dissatisfied tone: "The patrols here are so strict these days. The Japanese are really searching. What can 30 people do?"

"Who cares? It's good to be a hateful Communist Party even if they can't do anything big. We just need to bring them in. Whether they live or die in the future depends on their own ability. Let them fight each other. No matter which side suffers, we won't suffer any loss!"

The person who complained was comforted: "That's true."

The group discussed it again.

"They have heard the news recently. The patrols are so strict that it may not be easy to go ashore."

"Don't worry about that. Ask the kitchen staff at Dongpolou to find some mountain people. They are not allowed to fish at night, so let them go out during the day and come back later. The price is right, so there is no need to worry about no one doing the job."

"One boat won't be enough, will it?"

"Not enough. Find three boats. We don't need too many people."

The group of people discussed for a long time in whispers.

Xia Zhizhi felt sleepy after listening to this.

This kind of brain cell-consuming thing can only be done by an old bitch. She is such an upright person and is not very good at using conspiracies and tricks. I feel sleepy and my eyelids are drooping after listening to a few more sentences.

If a couple were arguing, she could listen to it all night without feeling sleepy.

It was already late at night when she finished listening, so she went straight to her room to sleep.

I slept late yesterday, so I woke up late the next day.

It was almost noon when I finished washing up. Sleeping in really saves money and I can eat less.

The two went down the mountain and went directly to Dongpo Tower.

Xia Zhizhi ordered braised sea cucumber, braised shredded pork, and pounded chicken slices. She heard that the smoked shrimp was also good, but it was sold out.

The dishes were sold out at noon, which is totally unjust.

Braised sea cucumber and braised shredded pork are both available online.

But Xia Zhizhi's favorite is the braised chicken slices.

The ingredients are not very scarce. It is just chicken breast. The fascia is removed and cut into slices about half a centimeter square. Then sprinkle with mung bean starch and bang it with a wooden mallet.

The chicken slices are pounded into thin slices of 2 cm square and then stewed.

The whole dish is not particularly difficult.

The only thing you need to pay attention to is that you need to use even force when pounding the chicken slices. Don't pound them into pieces. The thickness should be moderate. If it is too thick, it will not be tender and smooth, and if it is too thin, it will break easily.

In Xia Zhizhi's eyes, this dish looked average because there was no soy sauce and the chicken looked pale.

But it tastes soft, tender and smooth, salty and fresh, and is very memorable.

Although chefs in state-owned hotels now receive fixed wages, most of them just cook the food as casually as raising pigs, letting everyone deal with it.

However, there are still some chefs who pursue craftsmanship and always stick to their own beliefs, striving to make every dish perfect.

But such chefs, like their partners, are hard to find.

Xia Zhizhi was eating happily when she suddenly felt several eyes passing over her. She had a strong mental strength and naturally sharp five senses, so she was very sensitive to other people's gazes.

But most of the time she didn't care.

After all, everyone loves beauty. When we see beautiful things, we can't help but look at them a few more times. There's nothing wrong with that.

As long as it wasn't particularly malicious, she would choose to ignore it.

Xia Zhizhi followed his gaze and saw a few ruffian youths squatting in the corner outside the store, whispering something, and then looking at her.