Yangcun, as its name suggests, almost half of the people in the village belong to the Yang clan.
They chose a geomantic treasure land behind the village and built an ancestral hall to worship their ancestors, punish clan members who made mistakes, or discuss important family matters here.
Generally speaking, the ancestral hall of a large family not only has these functions, but also has a school attached to it, where the children of the family can go to study. There are also dedicated people responsible for cleaning and care.
The Yang family in Yangcun can only be regarded as a branch. The ancestral hall they built is also called a branch ancestral hall. The scale of the building is small. When not in use, the door is locked and there is no one inside.
Jiang Xinyu and his people passed through Yangcun on their way to Jingxian County early in the morning on business. There were shops selling breakfast on the roadside, which only sold some snacks such as rice porridge, stick noodles and dumplings.
"Let the brothers get out of the car and eat before leaving!" Jiang Xinyu stopped the car and said to Zhao Yuhu beside him.
Zhao Yuhu's stomach had been growling for a long time. If he went to Jingxian to eat, he would be hungry for at least two hours. He wanted to fill his stomach first.
"Captain ordered us to eat before leaving." Zhao Yuhu got out of the car and greeted several agents in the car behind him.
This kind of breakfast shop is a temporary straw shed, surrounded by adobe walls that leak air from all directions. When guests come, they need to light a fire to heat it, which takes about ten minutes anyway.
"Hurry up, hurry up, it's for five people." Zhao Yuhu walked to the stove, lifted the lid of the pot and took a look.
The boss was from the village. When he saw the business, he agreed and hurriedly lit the fire to heat the porridge and vegetable buns in the pot.
"Boss, hurry up, he's going to die from the cold!"
"This only blocks a little more wind than the outside..."
"Let's just make do, I finally found a breakfast vendor..."
Jiang Xinyu glanced at his watch and said to Zhao Yuhu: "I'll go around for a walk and I'll be back soon."
Zhao Yuhu said quickly: "Captain, I will go with you."
"Are you afraid that the Soviets are plotting against me?"
"No, those guys have been quiet recently. I'm worried that they are still holding back their bad intentions!"
"No, the intelligence from the Special High School said that there are various signs that the Soviet intelligence network is shrinking to Manchuria, and that is the area they are focusing on!"
"Then you have to be careful..."
"If I let them knock me down again, I won't have to hang out in Yanjin!"
Jiang Xinyu spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth on the ground, got in the car and drove forward along the village road. Zhao Yuhu stood there and shook his head helplessly, turned around and entered the breakfast shop.
In Jiang Xinyu's trunk was the suitcase he took out from Baekje Hall Pharmacy. As he expected, it was indeed a radio station!
Originally, he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to go to Jingxian County to hand over the radio station to Baxiantai. But halfway through, Jiang Xinyu suddenly realized that his idea would not work at all!
First of all, whether he can find Cao Yunfei is a problem, and secondly, he can't prove his identity!
When Qian Runmin died, Jiang Xinyu was cut off from everyone!
Originally, I was counting on Lao Qiu to prove his identity, but now it seems to be in vain. I can only find opportunities to try to contact Lu Qiusheng in the Soviet Union. He is the only person who knows his true identity!
Carrying a radio everywhere, even if you are a detective captain, once you are discovered, you have no room for maneuver and you can only find a place to hide it.
Jiang Xinyu drove the car and drove around aimlessly, but couldn't find a suitable place. Finally, he went around to the Yang Ancestral Hall behind the village.
Ancestral hall?
Jiang Xinyu stopped the car, looked at the lock on the door, and thought for a long time, thinking that this would be a good place.
There was a thick layer of dust in front of the ancestral hall, coupled with the weeds and leaves everywhere, it was obvious that no one had been here for a long time, and there was no one nearby in the early morning.
Jiang Xinyu got out of the car, opened the trunk, took out the suitcase, opened the tattered tarpaulin on the side, and took out a piece of wire from underneath.
When I arrived at the door of the ancestral hall, I turned around and looked around. I inserted the wire into the keyhole. I concentrated and held my breath and poked it a few times. With a "click!", the door lock was opened.
Jiang Xinyu walked in quickly, closed the door behind him, and walked through the entrance hall. Inside was a large room with an Eight Immortals table in the middle and stools around it.
Sitting north and facing south is a clay statue of Guanyin who rescues people in distress. On the left and right are the Good Fortune Boy and the Dragon Girl. On the offering table are the spiritual tablets of ancestors of the Yang family, and the incense burner is filled with burned incense ashes.
Jiang Xinyu did not dare to delay. He was worried that it would take too long and Zhao Yuhu would bring someone to find him for safety reasons.
He clasped his hands together and prayed a few times, then jumped up on the altar table. He could hide the suitcase without being discovered by others, and the gap behind the statue could barely fit a suitcase.
Even if the Yang clan came to hold sacrificial activities, they would not dare to climb onto the altar table. That is a great disrespect to the gods and ancestors!
After erasing the footprints he left on the altar table, Jiang Xinyu quickly left the ancestral hall, leaned out, looked outside, and quickly locked the door.
Back in his car, Jiang Xinyu turned around and returned to the breakfast shop.
The steaming stick noodles, vegetable buns, rice porridge, and pickles are not as delicious as the fine flour rice in the city, but they still have a unique flavor.
While eating steamed buns, Zhao Yuhu whispered: "Captain, the outside of the city is not as good as the city. You can't be alone. Bandits and guerrillas may pop up somewhere!"
Jiang Xinyu picked up the bowl, took a sip of the ballast porridge, and said: "If you can beat them, fight them; if you can't beat them, run away. We have four wheels, are we still afraid of them with two legs?"
"Boss, are there any bandits in the village?" A spy turned around and asked.
The boss smiled and said: "The imperial army raided every day, and the bandits had already hid in the mountains."
Jiang Xinyu took a mouthful of pickles and said to Zhao Yuhu: "Did you hear that? As long as you stay away from the mountainous area, there is no danger..."
"Boss, bring me two bowls of porridge and eight vegetable buns!" The door curtain opened and two people came in from the outside.
Walking in front was a big black man, in his mid-twenties, wearing a short jacket, a faded felt hat, and a dagger on his shoulders.
Another man is in his thirties, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, a face with a Chinese character, wearing a black top hat and a gray cloth gown. He is Tao Jianming, the captain of the Pingjin guerrillas!
The members of the detective team all wore civilian clothes and had guns hidden in their waistbands. On the surface, there was nothing surprising about them. At most, people thought they were members of a gang.
Seeing the room full of people, the big black man said: "Boss, are there no tables?"
"Yes!" The boss pulled out a low, small square table from the side of the stove and took out two small benches.
The big black man glanced at Tao Jianming and said, "Team... boss, do you think it's okay?"
Tao Jianming glanced at the guests who were dining, and instinctively felt that they were not good people. If he turned around and left, it would be suspicious.
"Daniu, let's just take one bite. How can we be so particular about it?" Tao Jianmin lifted up his gown and sat on the small bench.
Daniel also sat down and said: "Master, I'm a big man, so I sit too short and can't sit comfortably..."
While they were talking, the boss came over with four steamed buns and two bowls of rice porridge, and said, "You two eat first, the pot is heating up, it will be ready soon."
After just taking a bite of the buns, Daniel stood up, looked around, walked to Jiang Xinyu's table, and reached out to pick up the soy sauce pot on the table.
"Hey, what's the matter with you, you don't even let out a fart, you just reach out and take it?" Zhao Yuhu said, glaring at Daniel.
Jiang Xinyu didn't know Tao Jianming and didn't pay attention to them at first. When he saw Daniel's hand holding the soy sauce pot, the mouth of the tiger's mouth was covered with calluses. Only people who have been holding guns for a long time would have such characteristics!