Zhu Jiabao admired Ming Yunshu's decisiveness. He had long said that this child was more talented than his own child and it would be a waste if he didn't join the army. But Old Ming was blind to this and insisted that Yunshu was mediocre and not suitable for the army, so he strongly opposed it.
Zhu Jiabao said, "Don't ask who delivered the grain, or how it was delivered. We just need to come up with an explanation and choose an address. My identity isn't suitable for me to get involved. What's your plan?"
He has already achieved a lot, so he doesn't need these embellishments. If it weren't for not wanting to waste manpower, he would have already thrown the grain on the ground and let them investigate it as an unsolved case.
Ming Yunshu didn't press for details. Now that powerful countries are imposing economic sanctions on our country, it's understandable that foreigners donating grain must be Chinese citizens who don't want to get into trouble. It's only right that he help cover it up.
Ming Yunshu asked, "Uncle Zhu, how will such a large amount of grain be transported here? Do we need to provide assistance?"
Zhu Jiabao replied, "They will send people to transport it over quietly. We need to find a good place to make sure no one comes, and then wait for the appointed time to inspect it."
Ming Yunshu pondered for a moment: "Uncle Zhu, if that's the case, there's a cliff in the suburbs of the capital that's practically deserted now, so we can put it there."
It's winter now, so even people wouldn't go there to chop firewood. When the country was first established, the army was afraid that wild animals from deep in the area would come out and harm people, so they went there to clear it out. He went there at that time too. Later, when there was no meat at home, he even went hunting to make sure that no one had ever passed through that area.
Zhu Jiabao nodded: "I trust you to handle things. In a bit, take me to see the location, and we'll discuss the details and make up a complete story to extricate you from the story."
After discussing it for a long time, Ming Yunshu fabricated a story about a patriotic overseas entrepreneur who knew that the country was short of food and wanted to contribute to the country, but did not want to cause trouble. He would send someone to deliver the food to the suburbs and asked for the whole process to be kept secret. He would also forge a letter to credit Ming Yunshu for the credit. He filled in every detail to ensure that there would be no omissions.
The two discussed it and went to the site to decide on the location. They then waited for Ming Yunshu's report.
The higher-ups quickly took it seriously, since they had only just realized they were in dire need of food, and the outsiders' delivery of grain was clearly purposeful. They even argued about the grain delivery for several days.
Zhu Fanfan was puzzled: "They delivered the wrong grain, and we have to argue about it?"
Zhu Jiabao simply sighed: "Because we've suffered too many losses in this regard."
During wartime, many people used the guise of patriotic donations to gather intelligence. After the founding of the People's Republic of China, similar probing occurred, causing some people to become paranoid. Perhaps some people were harboring doubts and wanted to take advantage of the situation.
In short: the time for unity is over, and after stability was achieved, conflict has begun; the seeds of this conflict have already been sown.
By the time everything was settled, the New Year was just around the corner. Telegrams were being sent from all over the country, saying that food supplies were exhausted, and the villagers had even run out of wild vegetable roots. Some people had even started eating clay.
Zhu Fanfan was also anxious. History was even more serious than she knew. According to history, next year would be the first year of the disaster. This year was just the beginning. People would start starving to death next year. When would the conclusion be reached?
On the 25th of the twelfth lunar month, the higher-ups finally decided to accept the batch of grain. Ming Yunshu also returned, his face long and drawn, almost ready to unleash a torrent of curses.
With a stern face, he said angrily, "I'm being investigated. I fought against the Japanese before the founding of the People's Republic of China, and I even made meritorious contributions in the army after the founding of the PRC. Later, I was transferred to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. They actually said that I used my position to contact overseas businessmen and made me explain my ancestors to the eight generations. This is outrageous!"
Although he wasn't a good person, he was definitely Chinese. Some of them even implied that the person who donated grain had ulterior motives, and told him to explain clearly how he met the other party and how they contacted each other, not to miss a single detail. They even said that the other party might be a spy and that he should cooperate well to gain merit.
He grew up reading people's faces, so how could he not know what those people were up to? They saw an opportunity to profit from the national crisis, or were they using him as a tool? He was already being lenient by not daring to provoke them, and he insisted that he had never met them, only that someone had given him a letter.
Those people studied the letter for a long time but couldn't figure it out. In the end, the minister himself took him away, and only then did they dare to say anything.
Ming Yunshu said excitedly, "Uncle Zhu, the minister spoke to me and encouraged me to do a good job. He said I would definitely not let down the patriots overseas. Uncle Zhu, the minister remembered me and said he was impressed by me. He said I work hard and am a promising talent."
Zhu Jiabao couldn't empathize. He had said the same thing when motivating his soldiers before, but instead of dampening their enthusiasm, he said, "Your superiors are watching! Do a good job!"
Ming Yunshu nodded. He was full of energy now. Once the grain arrived, he would have made a contribution, and a promotion and a raise would be just around the corner.
With the minister's intervention, things became much simpler. The time for donating grain was quickly determined, and the people here put forward various conditions, which were unanimously approved.
Soon the day arrived. Zhu Jiabao took Zhu Fanfan to the place and pointed out the location, instructing Zhu Fanfan to bring out all the items. Zhu Fanfan released all of them with his spiritual power, and a small mountain immediately formed, so tall that people could not see it.
Zhu Jiabao said, "Time's almost up, I have to go. Are you alright staying here?"
Zhu Fanfan patted her chest and guaranteed, "I'm in the space, and I won't come out unless you come to pick me up."
Zhu Jiabao, still worried, instructed, "Little ancestor, don't forget you are the hope of our Zhu family. No one should come out. I will definitely come to supervise the construction. If you see me with someone else, don't come out either, understand?"
Zhu Fanfan nodded solemnly. She knew all about it and was used to her grandfather's habit of rambling on and on when he was nervous.
Zhu Jiabao watched Zhu Fanfan enter the space before leaving, erasing his traces as he went.
Zhu Fanfan was quite bored in the space, so she used her mental power to look outside. She had already read half of the Ming family's secret manual. She had to admit that ancient books were powerful. Her mental power had increased dozens of times, and she had even learned mental attacks.
She saw a lot of people outside, all of them People's Liberation Army soldiers, with her grandfather leading the way. At this moment, her grandfather exuded righteousness and authority, displaying a commanding presence without anger. Zhu Fanfan gave her grandfather a mental thumbs up.
The food was all taken away. Her grandfather and several other people were discussing something, but she couldn't hear clearly. However, judging from their demeanor, they were not ordinary people. Their faces were very blurry, and she even felt that someone was watching her when she used her mental power. She was so scared that she dared not move and stayed obediently in the space.
The group left quickly, leaving a few people behind. The feeling of being watched grew stronger and stronger. Could it be that she was being targeted?
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