More than a dozen miles away from the city, there is a small farm yard.

It was very cold, but Shi Dayong stood in the courtyard, looking in the direction of the city with his ears, as if he wanted to hear something from the city.

But it was clear that he could not hear anything, only the barking of the dogs in the village, and the sound of a sharp cough coming from the room.

Time passed minute by minute, and the sky was white.

Shi Dayong's body had a thick layer of frost, even on his eyebrows and eyelashes, he stood in the yard like a stake all night, and the cough from the house also coughed all night, making people worry about whether the coughing guy would burst his lungs.

With a creak, the door opened.

Bai Lan, who was wearing a patched padded jacket, came out of the room, saw Shi Dayong's figure hesitated for a moment, and finally spoke: "Brother Shi, it's cold outside, why don't you go up to the house and wait?" ”

"My brother is in the city......"

Shi Dayong replied subconsciously, and he couldn't help crying in his voice.

Then he felt that he was also a big man, and this virtue in front of a girl's family was really a little embarrassing, so he sniffed and said to Nunu in the room: "The old man is coughing very badly, how long has this been the case?" Did you see a doctor? ”

"It's been two years......"

Bai Lan's face was full of sorrow, and she said that she couldn't even eat now, where could she have the money to see a doctor?

Ay......

Shi Dayong sighed and said in his heart that the old man Bai used to casually mention the pen hundreds of thousands of oceans, but because the devil came, now he doesn't even have the money to see the doctor, what a crime......

"Lan Lan ......"

The coughing sound in the room stopped slightly, and then there was a violent kicking sound like pulling a bellows, and then an old voice came: "You let Mr. Shi come in, I have something to say to him!" ”

Bai Lan answered the call and went into the house to wait for Old Man Bai to get up, and Shi Dayong finally followed.

The old man Bai has been thinned into a humanoid skeleton, his right hand is weirdly twisted, his eyes are as yellow as a dry old well, and he does not have the wisdom of the elder at all, if he hadn't determined the identity of the old man Bai a long time ago, Shi Dayong couldn't believe that the old man in front of him was the old man Bai who was once famous all over the world.

"Mr. Shi, a few days ago you came to look for the old decay, I am willing to agree!"

Old Man Bai said this, and coughed violently for a while before he said, "But in addition to money, I have another request......

"Old man, you can just call me Dayong!"

Shi Dayong looked at Old Man Bai's hand and said, "Old man, what do you want, as long as it is not too much, we can discuss, but your current physical condition, are you sure you can still hold a pen?" ”

"You don't have to worry about that!"

Old Man Bai grinned and said: "In addition to the five hundred oceans that I said, I also want you to escort me and my daughter to the Guannei, as long as you can do it, not to mention copying a map, even if it is to help you imitate a map of the Qingming River, there is no problem......"

Shi Dayong nodded, and said with some concern: "It's not a big problem to send you into the customs, but old man, your current physical state, you are tired of traveling along the way, can you hold it?" ”

"Even if I die, I will die on the land of the Chinese themselves!"

The old man Bai gritted his teeth and said, the dim old eyes instantly burst into a brilliant light, at this moment, he finally had the demeanor of a master who was once famous all over the world.

But this demeanor only lasted for a moment, and then he continued to cough so violently that he couldn't even straighten his waist, and Bai Lan kept rubbing his back for him to help him calm down.

In the direction of the entrance of the village, the barking of dogs suddenly became violent.

At this time, the sky had just brightened, and because it was so cold, it was impossible for even the most industrious people to get up so early, and it was obvious that someone had entered the village!

"Don't come out of the house, I'll go out and see!"

Shi Dayong said in a low voice, then pulled out the short gun on his waist and closed the door, shrunk in the corner of the wall and looked in the direction of the entrance of the village.

A group of people, covered in wind and snow, trotted over, with a long white gas rising between their mouths and noses, obviously walking a long way.

As soon as he saw a familiar figure in this group of people, Shi Dazhuang breathed a sigh of relief and got up to greet him, then looked at the back of the crowd and said eagerly: "What about the bamboo poles?" What about my brother? ”

Xie Xiaochuan and the other men had red eyes, sobbing and not answering, Yang Yi sighed: "In order to cover our escape, he died—he was very heroic when he died, he was a good man!" ”

After saying this, Yang Yi realized that he was so natural when he said this, and he was in the same tone as the revolutionary party named Yang Quanlin.

Shi Dayong cried out loud, Xie Xiaochuan and the others comforted him repeatedly, and in the squeak, Bai Lan came out of the house and beckoned everyone to go to the house to say, so as not to be found out by the surrounding villagers and cause unnecessary trouble.

"Who are they?"

Yang Yi looked at Old Man Bai and Bai Lan and asked, he knew that someone was answering outside the city, but he didn't expect it to be an old man and a girl.

Xie Xiaochuan comforted Shi Dayong and introduced the identity of Old Man Bai to Yang Yi, looked at the situation of this family and said: "Old Man Bai was also famous back then, Zhang Dashuai even had to look at the thatched house in order to beg him to paint, and now he is forced to be like this by the little devil, it is really unbearable......"

"My generation of literati, this bit of integrity must always be there!"

When Old Man Bai said this, his face suddenly regained his vigor and arrogance again, and he said loudly: "I can do without anything with my surname Bai, but this old bone, it can't be soft...... They want me to paint Japanese people, they're dreaming! ”

Yang Yi sneered at the so-called arrogance, after all, in the eyes of a person like him who is only bent on living and living a little better if possible, arrogance and integrity are far less important than a full meal.

But this did not prevent him from admiring people like Old Man Bai.

After all, a big stroke of the pen can make gold and silver, but in order to break his arm by himself in one breath, the guy who would rather eat bran than give in, in this era, is too rare, so he can't help but think of Yang Quanlin, Zhang Ruxuan and other guys.

Shi Dayong finally recovered from the pain of losing his brother, rubbed his eyes fiercely, and then looked at Yang Yi and said, "Brother Yang, what is the situation?" ”

After knowing that the secret kept by Nakamura Haoyue was originally related to gold, Yang Yi really didn't want to tell Shi Dayong and others about this secret, not only because of his greed, but because he felt that it was better to use this gold to support the anti-Japanese coalition than to let it fall into the hands of the military commanders or maybe be enriched.

When this thought flashed through his mind, Yang Yi found that whether he intended or not, he gradually began to regard himself as a member of the revolutionary party, and he could not help but consider the interests of the revolutionary party.