"Hey, I just heard you say, did you buy this house?"
The young woman who seemed to be Gong Li asked irritably across the wall.
The voice is very sweet, very soft, and has a delicate flavor that makes people want to take care of it.
In real life, Wang Xu likes the actor Gong Li very much. After hearing this, he couldn't help but joked: "Yes, we will be neighbors from now on, so we can all get closer and closer!"
"Hmph..." Wang Xu bit the word "close" very hard, and Xu Jiazhen quickly reacted and gave Wang Xu a roll of her eyes.
Speaking of which, Xu Jiazhen is not very old, at most twenty-three or four, and is at the best age in her life.
It's just that after Fugui left for three years, there was no news at all. The burden of life fell entirely on her. The hardship of life made her eyes look a little sad.
However, this kind of sadness does not make the beauty wither, but has a kind of sublimation, which can arouse the sympathy of men.
Wang Xu is also a man, and of course he yearns for beautiful things.
Although he did not have three years of blood-earning income and the idea that the death penalty would not be a loss, he was also happy to have a beautiful neighbor.
The next day, buying furniture, changing beds, and cleaning up the yard became Wang Xu's main tasks.
At the same time, he did not forget Yu Zecheng. He found a rickshaw driver and brought him a message saying that he would get together in the evening.
night...
"It's a good place to change. Not only is this place spacious, but it also has the illusion of being hidden away from the city. It's a good place."
Before it got dark, Yu Zecheng arrived with a bottle of foreign wine and three or four food and drinks.
Wang Xu moved a table and placed it in the yard. He opened the things Yu Zecheng had brought and took a look: roast chicken, pork head, beef with soy sauce, and peanuts.
Such wine and food, in 1940 when many people could not even eat enough to eat, were no less than the delicacies of later generations.
I looked up at the wine again and saw XO written on it. It was even better.
"Drink wine and eat pig head meat, I really have you!" Wang Xu asked Yu Zecheng to sit down, and without saying a word, he opened the XO and poured a glass.
Yu Zecheng was also a fastidious person. He took over the conversation and said with a smile: "Are you afraid that the smell of pig head meat will be mixed with the aroma of wine?"
Wang Xu didn't say anything, just gave a thumbs up.
Yu Zecheng still had that silly smile. He raised his cup and touched it with Wang Xu. He lowered his voice and said, "I have already sold the medicine you brought. Do you want money this time, or antiques of equal value?"
"antique!"
Gold bars are valuable, but in reality, a small yellow croaker only costs more than 10,000 yuan.
On the other hand, a small yellow croaker in 1940 was enough to buy a bottle from the Qing Dynasty, and a bowl from the Ming Dynasty would be worth a lot of money if brought to reality.
After hearing what Wang Xu said, Yu Zecheng nodded with a smile and took a sip of the red wine in his glass.
The next second, Yu Zecheng's smile could no longer be maintained, because Wang Xu said to himself: "Commissioner Shi from Baiyangdian is from the Mei Agency. His real name is Ono Yokozaburo. Is it true? Call me."
Yan'an will know."
"Ahem..." Yu Zecheng quickly coughed up the wine he swallowed. He was coughing out of breath as if he was having an asthma attack.
Wang Xu drank and ate without raising his head. He just covered the roast chicken in front of Yu Zecheng with oil paper and said expressionlessly: "You are coughing, so you can't eat this roast chicken."
"Ahem... I've caught a cold recently and my throat doesn't feel good!" At this time, Yu Zecheng was still holding on, and Wang Xu shook his head.
However, he also understood that the special correspondent in Baiyangdian was a Japanese agent pretending to be a Japanese agent. This was simply an earth-shaking pace.
You must know that the real commissioner is from Yan'an and has a very special status. He came to Baiyangdian to listen to the work.
A few days ago, the Baiyangdian district detachment launched a brilliant guerrilla warfare struggle with the enemy in the reed swamps.
It is well documented that Japanese soldiers lost hundreds of lives here. This was a brilliant victory for our party at that time.
During this period, outside newspapers did not speak highly of our party.
As soon as our party was mentioned, some newspapers that were pro-Republic of China government even ridiculed it for being a loafer instead of fighting, and resorted to provocation in various ways.
In this regard, the Yan'an side is very distressed. However, in terms of hard power, it is difficult to fight the enemy head-on and cannot fight a decent battle. It has become a dumb man who eats Coptis chinensis and has troubles.
At this stage, the Baiyangdian guerrillas achieved a brilliant victory, which was a good thing.
After all, our party really broke out in 1941, after the victory of the Hundred Regiments War.
Before that, it was basically a small fight, like Baiyangdian, where more than a hundred Japanese were killed alone and the victory was insignificant, which was enough for a great man to eat an extra bowl of red pork. "The Great Victory at Pingxingguan is not a solo battle."
, there are friendly forces to share the pressure"
"Ahem, my throat is really uncomfortable. No, I have to go back and take some medicine. I won't be with you today!" Yu Zecheng blushed and had a thick neck. He coughed and waved goodbye.
Wang Xu watched him go away, wondering whether he was sick or not. He went back to confirm that the news was true.
However, Wang Xu would not persuade him to stay. He asked Yu Zecheng to come over. The first thing to do was to recognize the door, and the second thing was to tell Yu Zecheng to be more careful.
Because he didn't believe that if he came to Tianjin once, this fake special correspondent would go back with medicines.
Yu Zecheng's exposure may be very small, but Shopkeeper Qiu, who is in charge of Tianjin's underground party, may not be so lucky. Logically speaking, when the special commissioner comes to Tianjin, Shopkeeper Qiu also wants to meet him, even if he doesn't want to meet him in the first place, he is a fake special commissioner.
The police officers would not let him escape.
After Yu Zecheng left, Wang Xu should eat and drink, and seemed to only do small and inconspicuous things.
While I was enjoying my meal, there was sudden movement on the wall. I looked up and saw that it was Xu Jiazhen's daughter.
The little guy was young, he looked six or seven years old. He was looking at him eagerly and swallowing his saliva.
Wang Xu saw it and could not pretend not to see it. He waved his hand and said with a smile: "Uncle, there is roast chicken here. Do you want to eat it?"
There was no answer. The little girl looked like she wanted to eat, but she didn't dare to really ask for it, let alone come down.
Wang Xu picked up the roast chicken, walked over on his own initiative, and said, "Take it, go back and give it to mom, just say it was given to you by Uncle Wang next door."
The little girl still didn't speak, lying on the low wall, biting her fingers.
The low wall was not high, it looked less than two meters. Wang Xu stretched out his hand and stuffed the roast chicken over it.
The little girl got the roast chicken, bit her lip, looked at him, and quickly disappeared.
"Fengxia, where did the roast chicken come from? Did you steal something?"
"Mom, I don't have one. Uncle Wang next door gave it to me."
"Whoever asked you to take it, just take it if others give it to you. Why are you so spineless? How do I usually teach you..."
It was fine in the front, but from behind, there was the sound of a beating, and the children's cries were mixed with the scoldings of adults.
Wang Xu couldn't sit still anymore. If he didn't want it, just give it back. How could he beat the child?
Three times five times two times, Wang Xu stepped up to the top of the two-meter-high wall.
What caught his eye was that a little girl named Fengxia was grabbing a chicken leg with a small bite and was being beaten violently by Xu Jiazhen, who was suspected of being Gong Li.
"Follow me now. We don't have any chickens. Bring the rhubarb over to make up for this roasted chicken."
"Mom, don't give Rhubarb away, Mom, I don't dare to do it anymore."
"Don't cry. If you eat someone else's chicken, you have to give someone something to compensate. Although we are poor, we have ambition!"
Xu Jiazhen's family was very poor and had nothing but an old yellow dog.
Wang Xu had already figured out that Xu Jiazhen beat the child not because Fengxia took the roasted chicken, but because the roasted chicken was eaten and Xu Jiazhen couldn't send it over.
This is a strong woman, beautiful but very strong-willed.
Before, Wang Xu was still thinking about how Xu Jiazhen, an orphan and a widowed mother, lived when the rich and powerful were captured.
Now he saw that in Xu Jiazhen's yard, there were many clothes that had been washed and were being dried.
The style of these clothes is a bit like school uniforms, and they are all women's. It reminds me that there is a girls' school not far from Qingyu Street. Apparently Xu Jiazhen makes money by washing clothes for students on weekdays.