Dead lips and cold teeth.

Not to mention Luo Yao's friendship with Tang Xin, even he still understands this truth, the existence of the military commander Jiangcheng District can at least share half of his pressure.

Therefore, Tang Xin wanted to rebuild Jiangcheng District, and Luo Yao generously sent some materials, including various weapons, ammunition and radio stations.

Without a radio station, how can Tang Xin get in touch with his subordinates?

Relying on manpower to deliver messages is too poor in timeliness, and sometimes it is often a second faster, which is a human life.

"I'm wronged, Brother Tang."

Under Luo Yao's arrangement, Tang Xin sneaked out of the French Concession among the charcoal sellers, and in addition to the concession, there would be someone to pick him up, so he didn't have to worry about this.

Tang Xin's troops suffered little losses, and basically withdrew from the city safely, plus some of Li Guochen's men who escaped by luck.

The loss of personnel in the Jiangcheng District of the Military Command was not too great, but the arrangements that had been painstakingly worked for more than half a year were in vain, and with Li Guochen's familiarity and understanding of the Jiangcheng District of the Military Command, the Japanese army's secret services would inevitably have a certain upper hand in the future.

"Thank you, Brother Luo, my brother was able to escape death this time, it all depends on my brother, if we can meet again, my brother will definitely invite you to a big drink!"

"Definitely!"

……

"Team leader, this Deputy District Chief Tang is a lover and worthy of friendship." Man Cang stood behind Luo Yao and said in a low voice, although he and Tang Xin had been together for a short time, they also got along well, and they were very upset about him.

"There aren't many of them in the military."

"Team leader, now we are left in the city to fight alone?" Mankura Road.

"The Japanese have just cracked our Jiangcheng District organs, and the momentum is flourishing, let's avoid the edge first." Luo Yao is not afraid, but there is no need to confront the enemy at this time, that would undoubtedly be self-defeating.

"Yes, the brethren are holding their breath in their hearts."

"Don't worry, there will be a chance for them to breathe this out." Luo Yao nodded, "Emphasize discipline to the people below again, don't do it in vain." ”

"Yes."

"In the past few days, there may be a person named Yang Fan coming to me, you keep the person for me, and then notify me immediately." Luo Yao commanded.

"Yang Fan, who is it?"

"A useful person."

Man Cang scratched his thin-haired head, a little unclear, but Luo Yao was already far away, so it was difficult to catch up and ask.

Anyway, you should know by yourself, and you will naturally know when the time comes.

……

"According to your orders, I have followed up on that Fujiwara Toshio and the snake, and in addition, secretly followed up and investigated his whereabouts." Gong Hui said, "This guy says everything to me, and he doesn't hide it at all." ”

"He's been to the Jiangcheng Secret Service?"

"Basically, I go every day, as if I was reporting for work." Gong Hui said.

Luo Yao nodded: "It's not difficult to explain, Fujiwara Toshio must have another layer of identity, an intelligence officer of the Japanese War Department." ”

"Then you can't let it go."

"How's the mole investigation?" Luo Yao changed his words and asked another question.

"Jiang Lianwen, the driver of the Jiangcheng District office, and Ding Lai, the orderly soldier of Li Guochen, the two of them spend money lavishly, have a very poor style of life, and owe a fart outside. The debt of the stock, the creditor collected the debt, asked Li Guochen to borrow money, Li Guochen did not borrow, and scolded the two of them, these two people held a grudge, so they defected to the enemy together, that night, it was these two people who took the Japanese to directly surround the Lixin Building on Dongting Street! Gong Hui said.

"These two people should be killed!"

"These two people are now protected by the Japanese, and it will be more difficult to assassinate or assassinate them." Gong Hui said again.

"Send a powerful man to keep an eye on these two people, and as long as there is an opportunity, immediately impose sanctions!" Luo Yao ordered.

"Understand that these two are only small characters, and the protection of them by the Japanese will not last long." Gong Hui nodded, agreeing with Luo Yao's judgment.

"Merry Christmas, cousin!" Gong Hui took out a red scarf and handed it to Luo Yao, with a happy expression on her face.

"For me?"

"Cousin, you don't even know it's Christmas, do you?" Gong Hui asked with a strange expression.

"How could I not know that today is Christmas, it's just that we haven't even understood the Chinese's own festivals, what are we doing on other people's festivals?" Luo Yao is a little repulsed, and even disgusted by these Western festivals, which is a subtle cultural invasion.

Of course, he still accepted Gong Hui's gift, after all, it was the intention of others, and he was not so old-fashioned.

The reason why the Chinese nation has a huge ability to assimilate is cultural identity, and culture is the foundation of a nation's inheritance and maintenance.

Bloodline, skin color, even genes, this kind of you want to be fixed, that is almost impossible, war, migration and integration of ethnic groups, how you block, rejection will only make you die faster.

"Corny."

"This is not old-fashioned, this foreigner's festival can be lived, but don't take it too seriously, these festivals, you have to carefully analyze and understand, is the connotation behind them heavier than the festival of our ancestors?" Luo Yao felt that it was necessary to educate Gong Hui on traditional Chinese culture.

It is quite necessary to identify with the culture of one's own nation, which is very important to the current Chinese people.

Gong Hui had never seen Luo Yao do this to herself because of a "trivial matter", and she quoted scriptures and talked to her endlessly for half an hour.

In addition to talking about work, did he talk to her for more than half an hour?

After listening to Luo Yao's "brainwashing" of ancestral culture, Gong Hui also felt that the festival set up by foreigners was too casual, and it was light and tasteless, and there was no interest.

Which Chinese festival does not have a heavy story and cultural connotation?

"Sister Hui, you have done so much for the team leader, why doesn't the team leader receive any affection?" Xin Xiaowu was a little upset for Gong Hui.

"What do you know, the team leader is focused on the cause of the Anti-Japanese War and the salvation of the country, and the personal feelings of his children are a waste of energy for him." Gong Hui glanced at Xin Xiaowu.

"Ah, team leader, are you going to be an ascetic?"

"The man I Gong Hui has a crush on is naturally different." Gong Hui raised his head proudly.

"Sister Hui, have you confessed to the team leader?"

"This ...... Uh, Xin Xiaowu, are you begging for a beating......" These words poked Gong Hui's pain point, and immediately attracted a hammer blast.

……

In fact, when Luo Yao heard these words, he couldn't help but laugh dumbly, he hadn't gone far yet, this little distance didn't hinder his hearing, and even if he heard it, he could only pretend not to hear it.

Or in the west of the city, Zhujia Lane.

The bottle of medicine has been in Yang Fan's hands for two days, and he didn't give it to his mother to eat, not because he was unfilial, but because he knew that once he touched the medicine in this bottle, no matter what, he would owe this love.

Yang Fan is a dutiful son, and he is also a person who values love and righteousness, and he must repay the love he owes, but his mother's illness is getting worse and worse.

If there is no such special medicine, it is estimated that she will not be able to survive this winter.

However, with the little income he made for other people's iron tools, it was enough for the mother and son to have food and clothing, and if he wanted to treat his mother, he couldn't afford the high medical expenses.

When he entered the door from outside, he heard the sound of his mother coughing in the room.

All of this was harmed by that Toshio Fujiwara, and the Guo family, how could they treat their sister like this?

In fact, his hatred for the Guo family is far above Fujiwara Toshio, if it weren't for the selfishness and weakness of the Guo family, how could his sister be humiliated, and how was she ridiculed by the Guo family and the people around her, and committed suicide by throwing herself into the river to prove her innocence?

It's a pity that the Guo family has already moved out of Jiangcheng, and he can't find anyone if he wants to get justice.

"Mother, how are you?" Hearing that his mother suddenly couldn't breathe, Yang Fan immediately put down his thoughts and hurriedly ran in.

"Fan'er, I'm afraid my mother won't be able to do it, my mother is the only one who is not at ease, and I originally planned to tell you a family affair, and when you become a family...... Yang Fan's mother grabbed her son's arm and said intermittently.

"Mother, don't talk, we have medicine." Yang Fan couldn't take care of it, and took out the bottle of medicine from his arms.

"Fan'er, where did you get the medicine?" Yang Fan's mother asked excitedly on her face.

"It's a friend of my son, and he bought it for me."

"Friend, Fan'er, why haven't you heard that you have such a friend?" Mother asked, confused.

"It's my son's friend in prison......" Yang Fan said hesitantly.

Mother was silent, if she wanted to change to before, she would definitely scold Yang Fan, can there be good people and friends in this prison? But isn't the son a bad person, and the good people are also in prison, it can be seen that there may not be all bad people in this prison, and after the son is released from prison, there is no change, which shows that in this world, good people and bad people can no longer be easily distinguished.

"Mother, I'll pour you water, you take the medicine, and we'll be fine." Yang Fan helped his mother sit up and poured a cup of hot water.

A pill was poured out of the bottle.

"Mother, take medicine."

Yang Fan's mother took the pill and put it in her mouth, Yang Fan sent the water to her mother's mouth, and watched her mother eat the medicine, not to mention the immediate effect, but after more than ten minutes, the pain on her mother's face was significantly relieved.

"Fan'er, if you have a chance, you invite this friend of yours to come to the house to sit down, and thank him for your mother." Yang Fan's mother opened her eyes and said slowly.

"I know, mother, you have a good rest, what do you want to eat, my son will cook it for you?"

"Do you still have flour at home?"

"There are still some ......" Yang Fan hesitated for a moment and said, in fact, he knew that there was not much food left at home, and the flour was even more exhausted.

"Mother wants to eat gnocchi ......"

"Okay, mother, son, I'll do it for you." Yang Fan forced a smile and nodded.

In the kitchen, Yang Fan covered his face while boiling the hot water, and the five-foot-tall man cried bitterly, if he hadn't borrowed some flour from a neighbor, the two of them would be hungry tonight.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't eat a meal, if his mother doesn't eat, how can she survive this cold night?

Taking out the medicine bottle and looking at the address on it, Yang Fan made a decision.