At the third house in the alley opposite Jishan Hall, Lao Jiao reached out and knocked on the door, "Tuk-du, Tuk-du!"
"Who is it?"
"I'm looking for Brother Shan."
The door opened, and an unshaven middle-aged man leaned out, looked at Lao Jiao up and down, and said, "What's the matter?"
"I want to buy a mink fur with better quality. Fugui said that if it's not too far, I'll come and have a look."
"Where are the rich people?"
"He was entangled by two gangsters who were collecting protection money and couldn't get away."
Brother Shan stepped aside and said, "Come in."
There was another person in the room, about thirty years old, wearing a garrison uniform, looking at Lao Jiao warily.
Brother Shan: "What do you call it?"
Lao Jiao: "Just call me Lao Jiao."
Brother Shan: "Lao Jiao, this is Comrade Yang Anping, the traffic officer responsible for taking you out of the city. His superficial identity is the squad leader of the garrison!"
Lao Jiao greeted Yang Anping and said, "What should we do over there in Fugui?"
Brother Shan smiled and said: "As long as you are fine, Fugui will let go. I guess those two gangsters must be looking for teeth all over the ground now!"
Yang Anping took out a military uniform and handed it to Lao Jiao and said, "Put on your clothes."
Lao Jiao changed his clothes and followed Yang Anping out of the back door. A military vehicle from the garrison was parked on the roadside.
Leaving the city went smoothly without any interrogation. Lao Jiao breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Comrade Yang, where are we going?"
Yang Anping: "Yangcun. The traffic officer at the next stop will take you to Jizhong!"
An hour later, the military vehicle drove into Yangcun and stopped in front of a rather impressive courtyard.
Yang Anping took a box of snacks, two silver carp and some seasonal fruits from behind, opened the door and got out of the car, followed by Lao Jiao.
A young man ran past the door and said, "Second uncle is back?"
"If you don't help your father with work, why are you running around?" Yang Anping kicked the boy's ass.
The young man ran away with a smile. Yang Anping turned around and said, "Lao Jiao, come in. The traffic officer will be here soon."
Compared with the low-rise mud-tile houses in the village, this house can be called a mansion, but it seems that few people have cleaned it, and the yard looks very messy.
Lao Jiao walked into the yard and couldn't help but ask: "Whose house is this?"
Yang Anping: "My brother's house."
"convenient?"
"convenient."
Entering the house, Yang Anping said loudly: "Mom, sister-in-law, I'm back."
An old lady in her sixties came out of the back room and said happily: "Anping is back."
Yang Anping put the things in his hands on the table and said, "Mom, are you okay?"
"It's okay, I just miss you..."
"Where's my sister-in-law?"
"Oh, it's in the house..."
Lao Jiao was wearing a military uniform, but the old lady didn't take him seriously, thinking he was a soldier under his son's command.
Yang Anping said to Lao Jiao: "Lao Jiao, you're welcome, sit down wherever you want."
As soon as the door opened, a woman with dull eyes walked out of the back room and said to Yang Anping: "You are back, where is Shuanzi?"
The old lady said from the side: "Mother Shuanzi, he is Anping!"
"Who is Anping...?" The woman looked confused.
Yang Anping frowned and said, "Mom, wasn't my sister-in-law fine last time I came back? Why did she get sick again?"
"She is sober and confused for a while...Oh, it's all the little devil's fault!" the old lady said, wiping her tears.
Yang Anping was silent for a while, then got up and went to the yard, cleaned up the messy yard, picked up the broom and swept the fallen leaves on the ground.
Lao Jiao followed out and said hesitantly: "What's going on at your house?"
Yang Anping put down the broom, took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit one, sat down on the steps, and said, "Do you know about Lao Qiu's arrest last year?"
"Know."
"The security chief who was shot to death by Hattori Hikoo was my brother!"
Lao Jiao said in surprise: "He is your brother?"
"right!"
"I heard there is another child..."
Yang Anping took a long drag on his cigarette and said, "That's Shuanzi, my nephew! Later, my sister-in-law was mentally stimulated, and she became like this..."
"Where were you?"
"I wasn't at home that time."
"The blood debt owed by the little devils will have to be repaid sooner or later!"
"Tuk-tuk! Tuk-tuk!" There was a sound of knocking on the door knocker.
Yang Anping walked to the courtyard gate and said, "Who is it?"
"I am Lao Xiao." Someone outside the door answered.
Yang Anping turned around and said to Lao Jiao: "The traffic officer is here. Follow him. Remember, find a place where no one is around and change this skin."
Lao Jiao: "Where are the clothes?"
Yang Anping: "The traffic officer took it for you."
Lao Jiao took out the pistol from his bag and said, "This is the woodcutter's gun. I want you to take it back. He will pick it up when the time comes."
"Okay, got it." Yang Anping put away the gun and opened the courtyard door.
Outside the door was a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, carrying a floral parcel on his shoulders. There was also a donkey cart parked at the door. He was dressed like an ordinary person in the mountains.
Seeing the young man and Lao Jiao disappear from sight, Yang Anping returned to the house, took out a wad of banknotes from his arms, put it on the table, and said, "Mom, I have to go back. I will come back to see you in a while."
Old lady: "Anping, where did you get so much money?"
"It's military pay."
"Military pay is only a few dollars, what are you doing..."
"Stop asking, I'm leaving!"
Yang Anping walked out of the yard, opened the car door and got in. The old lady chased him out and warned him, "Anping, drive slower."
"I know, let's go back!" Yang Anping glanced at him and saw a folded letter on the car seat.
Yang Anping hurriedly picked up the letter and unfolded it. There was a crooked line written on it: Behind the Guanyin statue in Yang's Ancestral Hall, there is a telegraph machine, take it back and give it to the woodcutter!
Since the other party knows his identity, he obviously cannot be an enemy. This person should be nearby and won't go too far. He just doesn't want to meet him.
When doing intelligence work behind enemy lines, reports are more precious than gold. Because of the enemy's tight blockade, it is difficult to transport such things into occupied areas.
The entire Yanjin underground organization only had one radio. Occasionally it broke down, and technicians had to be transferred from Peiping to repair it. In case of emergencies, it was necessary to contact the superiors, which was very slow.
Yang Anping put the letter in his pocket, opened the door and got out of the car, and said, "Mom, where are the keys to the ancestral hall?"
"You're still in the iron box, what are you doing?"
"I'm going to burn some incense for my brother."
"oh……"
Yang Anping entered the house and took out an iron box from the cabinet. In addition to the house deed and land deed, there was also a key tied with a red string. His brother was the village chief, so he would naturally keep a key to the ancestral hall at home.