Qian and his son made many requests to Menshikov to escort grain and grass, but they were all rejected.
Of course, they were not surprised by this result.
In fact, requests must be requested, and refusals must be rejected. This is a kind of extreme pull. If they don't want to go, Menshikov will doubt them. But if they want to go, Menshikov will naturally not
Let go.
Food and grass is a big deal.
Menshikov must keep the two men as hostages.
Once any problem occurs on the front line, those two people will definitely not be able to leave Tsarist Russia alive.
Of course, Menshikov still prepared a luxurious life for the father and son, including tall Tsarist Russian beauties, various dancers, fine wine, and delicious food.
Just can't go out.
The father and son looked at each other with a wry smile.
They had expected this result a long time ago, so they were not overly worried.
Even two people have long been psychologically prepared to sacrifice their lives for the motherland. Even if they die here, so what?
If the death of the two of them can make the family in the country feel glorious and make the family's glory rise again, then they will have deserved their death!
With this thought in mind, the two of them raised their glasses and took a deep drink.
This time, they played a big game!
Food and grass are already on the way, which basically confirms that the balance of this war is beginning to tilt.
In this way, the days passed day by day.
The two of them can't go anywhere except the mansion that Menshikov arranged for them. Then they can enjoy it. The two of them have seen through life and death. If they can enjoy it for a day, it counts as a day. When they get up every day, they are drunk and dreaming of life and death.
Every day when I wake up, I sing and dance.
Menshikov naturally liked the situation between two people.
At first, he had his servants monitor him.
Later, looking at the appearance of these two people, I didn't bother to care.
Anyway...
For him, this order has been completed, and it just depends on when to kill these two monkeys.
But what Menshikov didn't expect was...
The performance of the Qian family father and son these past few days was specially made for him to see.
During the day, they sang and danced peacefully, but after being drunk and dreaming, at night, when those responsible for monitoring them fell asleep, the two of them began to get busy in the house.
What are you busy with?
They brew a special soup in their own house!
This kind of soup is made from a certain kind of tree. At first, the smell is very strong, and in the end, it gradually becomes colorless and odorless. In fact, this kind of tree is equivalent to the kind of rubber that later became
, silicone and the like exist.
That's right.
The two of them are secretly making masks!
They are still unwilling to die in Tsarist Russia! As long as they are Longyan people, they all pay attention to returning to their roots. Even if they die, they must die in Longyan!
Make masks.
This is what Qian Feng learned when he was training at the Liangzhou Military Academy in China.
There is no doubt that he is a professional spy now.
This ability is no problem for him at all.
Today, these thick soups were finally made successfully.
Then, after cooling the soup, Qian Feng scooped it up with a utensil. Qian Yonggui was already lying on the bed next to him. Qian Feng slowly poured the thick soup onto his father's face.
Then, start to adjust slowly, adjust slowly, and adjust carefully.
Finally, continue to cool.
After a while...
Qian Yonggui stood up slowly, and then looked at himself in the mirror in shock.