Zuo Shaoqing felt that the herbs in front of her were enough. top novel ranking list She found a relatively flat stone, first chopped the herbs into pieces with a dagger, then picked up a fist-sized stone, mixed the herbs and smashed them.
Ten minutes later, there was already a large ball of dark green paste on the stone.
At this time, Zuo Shaoqing began to turn her eyes to the wild pheasant lying on the ground, squawking in fear. She picked up the long branch with one hand, and grabbed the vine tied to the chicken's feet with the other hand.
She started to use the branches to chase away the wild pheasant. The wild pheasant cackled, flew around, and ran. But its feet were tied by the canes, and it could not fly out of the range of the branches.
Ten minutes later, the wild pheasant could no longer run away. It lay on the ground, panting with its mouth open, and its wings drooped. No matter how Zuo Shaoqing chased it away, it did not move.
Zuo Shaoqing pulled the cane in front of her. She grabbed its wings. She felt that the body of the wild pheasant was hot. This was exactly the result she wanted. Teacher Nanjia told her that this
is a crucial step.
Now, she looked at the frightened eyes of the wild pheasant, which seemed to be pleading to her. But she still gritted her teeth and began to work hard, peeling off its skin with a dagger. The wild pheasant screamed and struggled. But
Zuo Shaoqing peeled off a large piece of chicken skin with feathers on it.[
She began to apply the dark green paste on the inside of the chicken skin, applying a thick layer, and then quickly wrapped it around the ankle of her right foot. She took out a shirt and cut it into strips with a dagger.
, wrapped tightly outside. At this time, she felt a warm feeling on her ankle.
The last thing she did was build a fire and throw the unlucky pheasant into the fire until it burned into a black mass. Like a savage, she tore at the black pheasant almost crazily.
She stuffed the chicken into her mouth piece by piece. The chicken had no taste and was extremely tough. She chewed it and swallowed it if she couldn't chew it thoroughly.
She finally ate the whole chicken. She ate so hard that when she recalled the incident later, she couldn't remember whether she had spit out the bones.
The sun shone on her body, and she felt a warm feeling. The wind in the mountains also blew her gently, making her feel comfortable and comfortable. She was full and didn't want to worry about anything now. She was on her body
He wrapped himself in some clothes, fell down on the grass, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
When the sun passed noon, she finally woke up. She lay quietly and looked at the blue sky. She felt that she had finally recovered. She looked at her watch and saw that it was already three o'clock in the afternoon. She was almost
After five hours of sleep, she felt comfortable and peaceful.
She lifted the foot that was wrapped into a big rice dumpling and looked at it carefully. She turned her condyle. She was a little surprised, but there seemed to be no pain. She turned it again, but still no pain. She was careful.
She stood up and walked a few steps on the same spot. She was surprised to find that the pain in her condyle was gone and she could almost walk normally.
She looked around happily, hoping that someone could share her happiness at this moment. But there was no one around.
She decided to set off immediately. To be cautious, she cut a thick wooden stick to hold on to in case she sprained her again.
She continued to walk west. Now walking west is actually going down the mountain. She walked down the ravine step by step. Except for a slightly abnormal feeling in her right foot, it basically no longer hurt.
When she reached the bottom of the ravine, a small stream was flowing slowly. What she needed most now was water.
She squatted by the stream and drank some water with her hands. She looked into the stream and vaguely saw her own appearance. God, even monsters and monsters could only be like this. Her hair was all messy, and her face was dark and dirty.
Her face, mouth and teeth were also black. She looked down at her clothes and saw that they were even more dirty. She remembered that she hadn't taken a shower for three or four days. Her body must also be dirty.
She looked around cautiously. It was hard to imagine that there would be anyone in this wild jungle.
She placed the pistol and dagger on the rocks within reach by the stream as a precaution. Then she began to take off her clothes. Damn, she couldn't take off her pants. Her feet were wrapped like big rice dumplings, as big as basketballs.
After thinking for a few seconds, she untied the big rice dumpling on her feet. She was surprised to find that the redness and swelling on her feet had completely subsided. She finally took off her clothes.
The stream was too shallow, so she could only sit in the stream and start scrubbing her body. The water was very cold, but it made her feel very comfortable. She washed her top and bottom, even her hair. She happily
Lying in the shallow stream, looking at the blue sky and white clouds, she almost fell asleep.
She lay like that in the shallow stream. Her breasts stood proudly, and the boy's breath had blown here. The boy was already dead, shot to death. She felt that if the boy touched this place,
She would feel better if she could fulfill his youthful wish. But now, both father and son died because of her. She felt sorry for them. She could no longer express her gratitude to them.
She looked at the mountains on both sides of the stream in a daze, and seemed to have a strange feeling in her heart. She thought for a while, and suddenly remembered that this stream might be the boundary river. After crossing the stream, she entered another country.
She sat up suddenly, then took a few steps to the shore and took out the map from her backpack. She sat naked on the rocks by the stream, like a mermaid who had just emerged from the water, looking at the map in front of her intently. She finally
It was confirmed that this creek was the boundary river. She opened her arms to the mountains on the other side of the creek. She really wanted to shout loudly, I escaped!
She put on clean clothes and socks, sat by the stream, and let the sun shine warmly on her.
She began to pack her things. She buried the dirty clothes she had changed into the sand and gravel, inserted her pistol and dagger, picked up her backpack, and then crossed the creek.[
She stood by the stream and looked back, looking at the country where she had stayed for almost half a year and almost lost her life. She thought, I probably won't come back. She said in her heart: "Goodbye, Vietnam."
Zuo Shaoqing turned around and climbed up the mountain behind her. She said to herself: "I want to go back to the country, I must go back! I want to meet you! No matter who you are!"
But Zuo Shaoqing would never have thought at this moment that there would be countless life-threatening dangers waiting for her later.
The story behind Zuo Shaoqing will be narrated slowly below.
As the old saying goes, two flowers bloom, each represents one. The next person to talk about is naturally Du Ziyuan.
At this time when Zuo Shaoqing had just escaped, Du Ziyuan was in Beijing and was also in a state of panic.
April in Beijing is not as warm and green as South Asia. It is the time when spring is cold and the vegetation is dry and yellow. Du Ziyuan drove an old American Jeep on a bumpy and dusty dirt road.
This dirt road was newly opened, with only a layer of gravel sprinkled on the road. But at this time, it had been crushed by heavy-duty trucks and the endless flow of donkey carts and carriages day and night. It was broken and uneven. Every vehicle drove by.
If you pass by, dust will rise all over the sky. On both sides of the dirt road is a huge construction site.
This place is located in the northwest of Beijing, not too far from the famous Summer Palace. This place was originally a hunting ground for the royal family, so it is called Xiyuan.
After the peaceful liberation of Peiping, the troops that entered the city took the lead and occupied most of the old Kuomintang government offices in the city as their bases. The departments of the central government that later entered Peiping, as well as the departments of the newly formed Peking City Government, occupied
The remaining old agencies were stationed there. After the agencies directly under the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China entered Beiping, they could no longer find suitable office locations in the city. So the newly established Peiping Municipal People's Government designated a large piece of wasteland in Xiyuan.
It is a place where offices directly under the central government are established.
The dirt road Du Ziyuan drove is today's Zhongzhi Road, and that area is still called "Xiyuan". Today's Zhongzhi Road is wide and flat, which is completely incomparable to the bumpy dirt roads at that time. At that time, the dirt roads on both sides
The wasteland has turned into a huge construction site, covered with scaffolding and cranes building houses, and criss-crossing trenches. Trucks carrying bricks, sand and gravel shuttle back and forth in these construction sites. Several construction workers and migrant workers are busy at the construction site.
With.
There are many large reed mat sheds scattered throughout this construction site. They are not dormitories for workers, but the offices of various units of the Central Government at that time. This can be seen from the barbed wire fence surrounding the reed mat sheds and the sentry at the door.
figure it out.
The Investigation Department of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, where Du Ziyuan worked, worked in such a reed mat shed.
About half an hour ago, in a small office separated from the reed mat shed, he received a phone call that made him frightened.
He had just finished a small meeting at that time, returned to the office and sat down, and the phone on the table rang. The phone he used was still a hand-cranked phone that needed to be transferred to the switchboard. He picked up the phone and asked: "Excuse me
, who is it?”
There was silence on the phone for a moment before someone said, "I'm Yang Keqin, who are you?"
Du Ziyuan immediately remembered that Yang Keqin is now the Secretary of the Zhejiang Provincial Party Committee. However, he was one of the main leaders of the North China Bureau Intelligence Department. In July 1948, this important leader of the North China Bureau Intelligence Department
The leader went to Nanjing in person just to get the recording of the conversation between Hou Lianhai and Wang Zhenqing from Du Ziyuan, and severely reprimanded Du Ziyuan in that meeting. But Yang Keqin now called him in person, which still surprised him.
Du Ziyuan said softly: "Secretary Yang, I am Du Ziyuan."
Yang Keqin said on the phone: "You are the one I am looking for. In early 1949, you sent someone to deliver a report to me. Do you still remember this?"
Du Ziyuan immediately opened his mouth and glanced quickly and alertly into his small and dark office, as if he was worried that someone would hear his call. Of course he remembered the report, even though it was seven years ago.
He suddenly had a premonition that something big was happening quietly, and it was directly related to him.
