Huaguo, Hengcheng

Zhao Dezhu sat on the sofa and pinched his thigh hard. The excruciating pain made him sure that he was not dreaming. He looked at the old paper on the table with"Man Jiang Hong" written on it.

There were three Guo Moruo on it. The words made him feel extremely dreamy.

This morning, Zhao Dezhu received a call from his grandfather Zhao Jianguo, who had been missing for half a year.

Just as he was crying and telling how much he missed him, his grandfather said that he had traveled back in time to the 28th year of the Republic of China and became an Eighth Route Army soldier again. , his master’s first reaction was to encounter a telecommunications fraud, but the other party revealed a secret that only he and his grandfather knew. He also said that he had a golden finger that could send items to him, and then a wave of water rippled in front of him. , an old piece of paper appeared out of thin air, and said that it was"Man Jiang Hong" written by Guo Moruo himself and could be worth tens of thousands of dollars.

He asked him to sell it quickly to get some money and prepare some supplies to send over.

He didn't explain anything else clearly and hung up the phone.

He didn't know the specific situation at the old man's place or what supplies he was lacking.

I only know that during the Anti-Japanese War, the Eighth Route Army was short of everything.

Weapons were absolutely unavailable in China, so we had to get him some food and medicine first.

Zhao Dezhu put away Guo Moruo's original works, took out his only 28,000 yuan in savings and started shopping.

Rice, flour, grains and oils, meat and eggs, instant noodles, ham and sausages, various cans, and a bunch of pickled mustard, most of which are shelf-stable.

Then I went to several pharmacies and bought a lot of anti-inflammatory, analgesic, and hemostatic drugs, as well as syringes, disinfectant, gauze bandages, etc.

He also found his military fan friend, a steel helmet, a gas mask, a military kettle, an ordnance shovel, a telescope and a multifunctional bayonet. He also bought ten sets of plate-type body armor, but he really didn’t like the 300 yuan bullet-proof plate. Confidence is all about showing filial piety. These things are really not available in China.

Then he went to the hardware store and bought 30 sets of labor protection clothing and safety shoes.

I originally wanted to buy some crossbows, but after checking, I found out that it was illegal, so I had to give up.

There was nowhere to buy weapons, so he could only buy a hundred pounds of sugar and a lot of fireworks.

Monosulfur, dinitrate, and charcoal, add some sugar to make it big.

The Eighth Route Army has no shortage of technical personnel. If they have the rest of the materials, let them fiddle with it themselves.

After returning home, he looked at the things piled up in half the room, and after briefly tidying them up, he took out the original painting of Guo Moruo. It had been unblocked for more than a year, and the general environment was very bad. Zhao Dezhu's company arranged for them to work one day and have a day off.

The black-hearted capitalist only paid him half a month's salary.

He has been resting on his laurels these past few months.

If this thing is really valuable, then simply resign and join his grandfather to become bigger and stronger and create greater glory.

"Flowers bloom when parting, and new branches are stretched out."

The phone rang, and Zhao Dezhu hurriedly picked it up.

"Pillar, are you ready?"Zhao Jianguo's tone was a bit excited.

"Grandpa, what is your situation and how can you come back?"

"My place is fine, there's no danger, you don't have to worry, it's just that the conditions here are a little worse. I've enjoyed a few years of peace and prosperity, and I'm still a little uncomfortable for a while. With your supplies, I can live a better life." Zhao Jianguo said with a smile.

"You are already old, how can you not bear the trouble? Hurry up and think of a way to come back. Don't you miss me, your eldest grandson?"Zhao Dezhu said with a tearful voice.

His parents died early when he was a child, and it was his grandfather who made them bigger by pooping and peeing. When it was time for him to fulfill his filial piety, his grandfather traveled through time. There was no food or drink there, and he could die at any time....

When he thought of this, he couldn't help but shed tears.

Zhao Jianguo's voice also trembled:"You brat, you're still crying at such an old age, it's embarrassing!"

"I didn't cry."Zhao Dezhu was sobbing and speaking harshly.

"Don't worry, I'm a young man in his twenties now, strong and strong, working as a squad leader in the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei base area. I have twelve brothers, nine guns, and more than thirty rounds of bullets under my command."

At this point, Zhao Jianguo paused, fearing that his grandson would find out that they only had thirty rounds of ammunition in the class, so he quickly changed the subject:

"It’s just that the food here is really not that good. I haven’t eaten a bite of meat in the past six months since I’ve been here. It’s either steamed buns or wild vegetable porridge. Please hurry up and get some meat. It’s best to have some wine."

"The food should be enough for you to eat for a while. I also bought your favorite roast chicken and canned food. But don’t be so generous and share them all. Keep some for yourself. Don’t starve yourself. Don’t be so generous and share them all. Got it……"

Zhao Dezhu gave a lot of instructions and suddenly asked:"What month is it and what is the weather like?"

"It's October here. The weather is okay. You can get some cotton clothes and cotton cloth later. It's best to get more."

"Wait, the twenty-eighth year of the Republic of China is 1939, right?"After Zhao Dezhu finished speaking, he searched for it on his mobile phone.

"That's right, what's wrong?"Zhao Jianguo said doubtfully.

"Depend on!"A line of Chinese quintessence blurted out:"On October 25, 1939, the Japanese independently formed the 2nd Brigade and the 110th Division, with a total of more than 20,000 people, and carried out a large-scale raid on Beiyue District, the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei anti-Japanese base area. The Japanese gathered 20,000 people. Many people carried out a large-scale raid on the Shanxi-Chahar-Hebei base area!"

"are you sure?"Zhao Jianguo took a breath of cold air.

"What I just checked is that this time we killed a little devil, a lieutenant general."

"There are still more than ten days left, I have to report this news quickly. Zhao Jianguo said eagerly.

Zhao Dezhu said worriedly:"Grandpa, what else are you reporting? Run quickly and run west!" Zhao

Jianguo raised his eyebrows and said angrily:"Grandson Gui, what nonsense are you talking about? If I run away, won't I become a deserter?""

"My dear grandfather, at this time, it doesn’t matter whether you deserted or not. Your survival is the most important thing. You have served as a soldier once and have been on the battlefield. Even if you don’t participate in the war this time, no one can say anything wrong."

Zhao Dezhu persuaded with sincerity:"In the future, there will still be materials provided by me. If you go to the rear to engage in production, you will also contribute to the Anti-Japanese War! Zhao

Jianguo said impatiently:"Okay, okay, don't worry about this. Give me the supplies first and get a car later. That will be more convenient.""

"Will I get you a car? Can I get you a tank?" Zhao Dezhu said angrily:"This batch of supplies cost half of my property. You have to get me something valuable. Only when I make money can I provide you with supplies."

"I’ve already given it to you, what else do you want?"

"What is a piece of tattered paper worth? These words made Zhao Jianguo blow his beard and glare in anger:"You ignorant brat, that is the original work of Master Guo Moruo, how can it be worth tens of thousands of dollars?""

"Can you stop scolding me all the time? It's genetically bad for you!"

"If you dare to be so stubborn, just wait for me and see how I deal with you when you go back!

Seeing that the old man was really angry, he quickly relented:"Grandpa, don't be angry. Let's get down to business. Even if Master Guo's original work can be sold for 100,000 yuan, it won't be enough to buy a car. Not to mention the gas, you still have to get something good." Things are back!"

"There is nothing valuable in this chaos."Zhao Jianguo said hesitantly.

"My biological grandfather, antiques, the little devils have plundered so many antique calligraphy and paintings from us, and if you give them to me, they should be in China after all. There are also gold bars, silver dollars, and copper coins." Zhao Dezhu said while calculating.

"Okay, I'll think of something later."

After delivering the supplies, grandpa hung up the phone on you, but Zhao Dezhu became a little worried. He was very nervous and didn't know if grandpa could escape this raid.

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