Everyone was tired, and after eating, they each found a warmer corner and slept in.

Liu Cheng pillowed the suitcase under his head, and he actually lost sleep.

Due to various reasons, he couldn't take out every calligraphy and painting to take a closer look, but just a hurried glance at Ma Yuan's Ma Qinshan's "Solo Fishing in the Cold River" on the train made his mood unable to calm down.

This famous painting of the Southern Song Dynasty, which belongs to China, will be exhibited in museums in Japan in a few decades, and Japanese docents will introduce visitors to the history of the painting.

The saddest thing is that among those tourists, there are Chinese people.

In his previous life, Liu Cheng had flown to Japan to see this painting, and when the Japanese female docent with a service smile came up to him and wanted to introduce the painting to him, he was politely refused.

What the Chinese ancestors left behind, the descendants of the Chinese can not understand, but they do not need the Japanese to explain.

If they want to understand that the older generation of China is not dead, and if they are numb to the point where they have no interest in what their ancestors have left behind, then there is no need to explain it further.

Liu Cheng knew that the calligraphy and paintings and the three seals he was pillowing on his pillow now must be cultural relics, and he must protect these things, and he could not let the descendants of China go to Japan to admire the works of his ancestors!

These calligraphy and painting cultural relics are the marks left by the old Chinese people, they represent the history of China, and represent the dignity of the Chinese people, rather than how much they are worth!

In his previous life, Liu Cheng had spent a lot of money to buy some lost cultural relics from abroad and donated them to the National Museum.

Although this is a good thing, the process of buying it has left him with a twist.

Because, once these cultural relics enter the museums of those countries, they cannot be bought back at all, and the ones that Liu Cheng bought back were all found on the black market abroad.

His own things were snatched away, and now if he wants to buy them back, he not only has to spend a lot of money, but also secretly transport them back to China, which is a great shame for Liu Cheng!

Moreover, although he has some money, he is far from being wealthy, so the cultural relics that can be bought back are actually not of much value.

There was once a businessman who was far more powerful than him who spent a huge amount of money to buy back a well-known cultural relic and donate it to the country, and when Liu Cheng found out, he personally came to the door and gave the businessman a Red Flag Medal he had won in 1942.

Although the businessman's actions at that time were just hype in the eyes of many people, in Liu Cheng's opinion, no matter what his purpose was, he did a real good deed, much better than those who shouted slogans all day long but did not do a real thing.

Therefore, he gave the Red Banner Medal, which he had carefully treasured, to the merchant as a token of his respect.

Now, with so many cultural relics under his head, it is inevitable that his heart will be surging, and insomnia is inevitable.

Until the second half of the night, he didn't fall asleep, so he simply got up and put on a padded jacket and went outside to get some air.

But as soon as he went out, he found Yuan Desheng and Zhang Guanyi sitting on a stone not far away talking.

The bright moon shines on the snow, giving the scenery on the mountain an indescribable tranquility and tranquility.

Liu Cheng couldn't remember how long it had been since he had seen such a beautiful winter night, and he couldn't help but want to take a few more looks.

Yuan Desheng found Liu Cheng as soon as possible, immediately beckoned to him, and said in a low voice:

"Little Liu Cheng, come, come here."

Liu Cheng pouted his teeth helplessly and walked over.

The title "Little Liu Cheng" sounds a little awkward, but he can't refute it.

Without waiting for Liu Cheng to speak, Zhang Guanyi spoke first:

"Liu Cheng, I know what you're worried about, but don't worry, even if there is really something, I will take care of it for you, so no matter what you think of in the future, or get any news, you can rest assured and boldly say it, and I and the captain will deal with other things."

Of course, Liu Cheng knew what Zhang Guanyi's words meant, so he nodded immediately and did not speak.

Yuan Desheng glanced at Zhang Guanyi with a bitter face and said:

"You can do it yourself, why are you pulling me?"

Zhang Guanyi replied with a smile:

"You're the captain, I'm sure I'm going to find you first, what? Do you still want to leave it alone? ”

Yuan Desheng rolled his eyelids helplessly, looked at Liu Cheng and said:

"I'm just complaining, I don't want to help you, you've all seen it before, I almost don't talk much, the reason is that my family was poor when I was a child, and my father and mother had no choice but to send me to the Taoist temple, so I did it twice, and then something happened to that Taoist temple, except for me, everyone died, and I didn't want people to know about it."

When Yuan Desheng said this, Liu Chengcheng understood.

He heard that Yuan Desheng didn't say everything, and there must be other reasons for this, for example, the Japanese spies who had been lurking in China since at least ten years ago had already infiltrated every corner of China......

Liu Cheng thought for a moment before saying to Yuan Desheng and Zhang Guanyi:

"Captain, political commissar, I think, although the terrain of this Jinji Ridge is dangerous, it is a lonely peak, not suitable for long-term stationing, so we must move to the mountains as soon as possible, and hold on for another month, and when we enter the end of April, the grass and trees will sprout, and it will be even more difficult for the devil to find us again!"

Zhang Guan nodded a little and said:

Indeed, I have just discussed this matter with the captain, and I also feel that the team needs to take a good rest first, and then come out to deal with the devils when the spring flowers bloom.

After discussing some more details, the three of them got up and went back to the house.

The guerrillas rested at the Eagle's Beak Cliff for a total of three days, and on the fourth morning, they left the Eagle's Beak Cliff and entered the Ghost Head Mountain.

Although Mt. Kishitou is not as high as Mt. Hongshi, it is superior to three other large and small peaks, and if the Japanese want to surround it, they can only think about it.

Half a month later, the wounded fighters were almost in good condition.

In order not to be discovered by the devils, Zhang Guan ordered not to shoot and hunt, if he had the ability, then he would catch the prey empty-handed.

This really didn't bother these poor-born fighters, many of whom had hunted, and the next set was not a problem, so the guerrillas were able to improve their food every once in a while.

However, even though I was resting in the mountains, I couldn't ignore what was going on outside.

When leaving the Eagle's Beak Cliff, Zhang Guanyi sent two soldiers to send Sun Ping to Panshi, and then went to the Huinan area to contact Song Zhimin.

About a month and a half ago, Zhang Guanyi sent Song Zhimin to Huinan and asked him to try to persuade the puppet army troops stationed there to revolt, but no news came back.