In the dungeon of the Governor's Yamen, six-year-old Song Qingyue was held in the arms of her handsome father and listened quietly to the screams coming from the other side of the wooden partition.

The adults in the governor's office stared curiously at this extremely calm little girl, with a pink and jade-carved face, as smooth and delicate as a freshly peeled egg. Such a juicy little girl had such a delicate face in her hands. He was also holding a fluffy stuffed rabbit made of real rabbit fur. It looked delicate and brittle, as if it would break into pieces when pinched. How could he not be scared at all when he came to such an eerie place?

From next door, the Japanese were chirping and shouting something in the language of birds.

After listening to it for a long time, Song Qingyue suddenly frowned and complained in her heart: I was so confused that I finally understood one sentence. This Japanese accent is too strong!

Before time travel, she was a perfect academic. She was the top scorer in the science college entrance examination in a city in Jiangsu. She received a doctorate from a university ranked among the top 20 in the world at the age of 25, and then worked in the laboratory of a famous chemical company for four years. Social animals also have their own patents. In addition to being basically proficient in English, in order to facilitate the pursuit of comics, they have basically learned Japanese by themselves to the extent that communication is barrier-free.

Today, her handsome father asked her to come over to help interrogate the prisoner, and she came with confidence, but now she is really confused!

Her little face was wrinkled into a bun. Master Song thought she was scared, so he hugged her tightly and comforted her softly.

"Sir Song, can I ask you a few questions?" the little girl asked in a coquettish voice.

"Yue'er wants to talk to the Japanese?"

Song Qingyue nodded, staring at Fourth Master Song with a pair of clear eyes.

Song Jianming frowned and asked in a low voice: "Aren't you afraid of Yue'er? Those Japanese are really fierce!"

The little girl shook her head: "He is tied up, what is there to be afraid of?"

The adults in the cubicle looked at the little girl with more and more amazement. They had long heard that Song Si had a daughter who was very special. She never cried when she was born. She only started to speak when she was three years old. She never called Song Si daddy. It was always Mr. Song. Mr. Song screamed, but Song Si loved this daughter very much.

Especially Governor Shen, who squinted at the little girl, thinking that Song Silang had some great luck to give birth to such a daughter. However, Song Silang was extremely jealous of this. He spoke like his Yue'er. No matter what, tsk tsk, you really deserve a beating.

The little girl held the rabbit doll and walked around behind the wooden board. Under the firelight of the dungeon, she raised her head and looked at the Japanese who was beaten beyond recognition.

In very standard modern Japanese, she asked clearly in her clear voice: "Hello, are you hungry and do you feel any pain? I can ask them to give you some food."

In fact, the Japanese had no intention of harboring his accomplices. He had said long ago that as long as they let him go, he would reveal the hiding place of his accomplices. The language barrier between the two parties really meant that chickens and ducks were talking to each other, so he was beaten. He almost wanted to commit suicide, but then a little girl appeared. Although her Japanese was a bit strange, he understood it. Her voice was so gentle and lovely, and the Japanese man's eyes instantly turned red.

The two chatted for a while, and Song Qingyue turned around and asked for a map. The Japanese pointed at Zhangjia Village in Hekou County. The adults in the interrogation room breathed a sigh of relief. Then, the little girl said a few words to the Japanese before returning to her father. Next to him, he stood on tiptoe and whispered a few words into Fourth Master Song's ear.

Song Jianming touched his back molar and said to Mr. Shen: "Sir, the Japanese said that the villagers in Zhangjiacun often pretended to be them and went to other places to rob, and they were also responsible for helping them sell the stolen goods."

Master Shen was so angry that his gray beard almost stood up, and he said angrily: "This is unreasonable! Helping a foreign race to kill Ren Ren is simply worse than a pig or a dog, a beast!"

Through careful planning and the coordinated actions of the garrison, the operation to annihilate the Japanese pirates in Zhangjiacun was extremely smooth. Following the clues obtained from Zhangjiacun, they successively eliminated several Japanese pirates' hiding places. For a time, the Japanese pirates along the coast of Guangdong were The pain subsided for quite some time.

Mr. Shen is a good boss. In addition, Mr. Song was on the road forty-five years ago. He never ate alone when he was making money. He communicated with him when he was running a chicken farm and a chili sauce factory. He also asked Mrs. Shen if he wanted to come and participate. In fact, Master Shen was very satisfied with Song Si, and he also had the intention to promote Song Si.

The Shen family is a prominent family in Lingnan, and he is a native of Lingnan. He is the largest in Guangdong, far away from the emperor. He is very comfortable here. When he is old, he does not want to be a Beijing official at all, but he needs to There is someone in Beijing, and Song Si is a good candidate.

So every time when he asked the emperor for credit, Mr. Shen never forgot to mention Song Si.

As a result, Song Si received the emperor's comment that "in the future, you will become the leader of the country." Song Si was so happy that he knelt down and worshiped north. He was so happy that he couldn't sleep for several nights.

In the twelfth lunar month of the 14th year of Yongkang, the servants of the Song Dynasty were busy and busy packing their things, packing dozens of cars, as if their master would never come back after returning to Beijing to report on his duties.

Song Qingyue was writing and drawing on a white paper with her head down in her room. On the paper, she saw: lime cement, rubber, coal mine, Pu'er tea, oolong tea, cotton, water conservancy loom, steam engine, gas lamp, newspaper , pencils, pens, sugarcane sugar...

She looked down at the numerous entries she had written on the paper, and finally circled the four words rubber, lime cement, sugar cane sugar, and newspaper, and marked the simplified Chinese characters next to the newspaper, with two pinyin words. word.

After doing this, she threw the paper into the charcoal basin and burned it.
Chapter completed!