Li Baoqiang drove Tao Zhihan home, all the way west, the remote mountainous area where is the base camp of the Kyoto Military Region, where there are huge underground fortifications, but after passing near Kyoto Agricultural University, Li Baoqiang asked a soldier to drive to escort Tao Zhihan to continue to advance, while he and a soldier got out of the car, and the soldier carried a dead suitcase in his hand.

"When I'm done, we'll see you again on August 1st!" Li Baoqiang comforted.

Although Tao Zhihan didn't know what Li Baoqiang was going to do, he was timid in his hometown and anxious to see his parents, so Tao Zhihan didn't think too much, and he would definitely be able to see Li Baoqiang on August 1, he was going to come to a meeting, Tao Zhihan was reluctant to look at Li Baoqiang in the car, and reminded himself in his heart that he would see Li Baoqiang in a few days.

In fact, there are still people living in the ruined capital, but not next to the high-rise buildings of the bustling metropolis in the previous life, and more than a dozen universities have become the survival bases of the survivors.

In the previous life, Kyoto Agricultural University did not suffer great damage in the last days, because it was located at the foot of the Baiwang Mountain Forest Park, with mountains, rivers and land, and the huge campus became a granary.

Because there is food to gather refugees, Kyoto Agricultural University is a large refugee camp with a population of 200,000.

Li Baoqiang got off the bus near Agricultural University, not to inspect any university, but to see Li Moyang.

The two of them had communicated on the radio for a long time, and they hadn't seen each other for half a year, so they took the opportunity of this meeting to catch up, and Li Baoqiang wanted to have a good understanding of the situation in the Kyoto area and be prepared to deal with it.

Li Baoqiang and the soldier Zhang Jianqiang changed out of their military uniforms, changed into civilian clothes that had been prepared long ago, put their guns in their bags, pinned the May Fourth pistol to their waists, and walked towards the predetermined joint location.

In a dilapidated street park outside the southwest gate of Kyoto Agricultural University, Li Baoqiang and Zhang Jianqiang walked to a pancake and fruit stall.

The Agricultural University has recovered a little bit of prosperity, and wild dogs and wild cats have been almost wiped out, so people can boldly step out of the high-walled campus and slowly start human activities.

There was no one in front of the pancake stall, only the stall owner sat listlessly and dozed off, it was an old man with gray hair.

"Ahem, the boss will bring two pancakes and fruits, and add eggs."

Li Baoqiang looked around, and no one noticed his abruptness.

"Come on, come on." The old man opened his sleepy eyes, spoke Shandong dialect, looked Li Baoqiang and Zhang Jianqiang up and down, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.

"Do you want black garlic, our native products of Shandong, it's delicious."

"Then come to both ends."

"Okay."

The old man took out two heads of garlic from under the board, but they were white-skinned.

Zhang Jianqiang glared at the old man angrily, clenched his fist in his hand, was this old man really confused or fake, he obviously said it was black garlic, but he took out white garlic.

Li Baoqiang smiled: "Okay, it's not that you don't know me, and you still play this trick on the code." ”

Zhang Jianqiang touched his head in embarrassment, and then he realized that the boss was engaged in joints.

The old man blinked his eyes, did not speak, picked up the small scoop flexibly with his hands and feet, scooped a spoonful of batter, sprinkled it on the flat-bottomed steel plate, turned the bamboo scraper, and the batter on the steel plate was quickly flattened, then beat an egg, continued to flatten, and then quickly turned it over, smeared it with hot sauce, roll it, and a fragrant pancake fruit was made, Li Baoqiang motioned to Zhang Jianqiang to take it aside and eat it.

Zhang Jianqiang understood what Li Baoqiang meant, and while chewing the pancake fruit, he slipped to the side and stared around vigilantly.

"Haha, big brother, what is it really like, it deserves to be the first spy in China." Li Baoqiang couldn't help but be happy.

"I can't speak, I'm an agent, not a spy, and I look like a Kuomintang agent."

The old man couldn't help but smile, and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

Obviously, this old man is Li Moyang.

"Like, it's too similar, the makeup is so good, even the age spots have been earned." Li Baoqiang carefully observed Li Moyang and secretly admired it.

"That's a must." Li Moyang made no secret of his skills.

You must know that although Kyoto has declined, but the political, economic, cultural, and military center of the previous life, there is no shortage of heroes from all walks of life who have gone downhill.

While speaking, Li Moyang had already made a pancake fruit and handed it to Li Baoqiang.

"Eat, try my brother's craftsmanship, isn't it?" Li Moyang squinted his eyes and looked at the cousin in front of him.

Li Baoqiang was also not polite, and swallowed the pancake fruit in his stomach after dividing it by two.

"It's enjoyable, it's so fragrant, it's just a sausage." Li Baoqiang slammed his mouth and said.

"you, you really think your brother is the boss of pancakes."

"Hehe, in the past, I thought you didn't have to be a spy, just selling pancakes and fruits, it is estimated that you can buy a few big houses within the third ring road of Kyoto, and maybe go to the Maldives for a vacation in winter."

Li Baoqiang continued to smile and said, seeing his own brother, a cousin who was recently related by blood, Li Baoqiang was in a good mood.

"Agent! It's an agent! Super Agent. Li Moyang raised the small shovel as if he was about to fight.

"Hee-hee." Li Baoqiang hugged his head and pretended to be afraid.

In the end, the two laughed, and the brotherhood in the last days was brought into full play at this moment.

"It's not early, let's go, go to my place for a drink or two and have a good chat." Li Moyang began to clean up the pancake stall cart.

"Leaving like this, will it attract the attention of others?" Li Baoqiang was curious, and the life of an agent should be very cautious.

"It's definitely not like this, you go first, go to Liu Ji in the Agricultural University to have a belly, just say that Li Si pancakes booked a private room, let's have a good chat tonight, I have arranged food and accommodation."

"With you, you are worthy of being the number one agent, and you are hidden in the city."

Li Baoqiang is in a good mood and looks forward to chatting with his eldest brother in the evening.

Li Baoqiang and Zhang Jianqiang wandered into the campus of Kyoto Agricultural University.

The current campus of the Agricultural University is more like an armed manor, with high courtyard walls, and is full of ordinary people with all kinds of weapons on their backs, as well as civilians in a hurry.

Li Baoqiang noticed that the fence of the university base has been widened and thickened, buses and trucks have been fixed behind the fence with cement for soldiers to guard the soldiers, and guardrails and simple passages have been welded between the buses so that they can still move around the various fire points without going down the fence.

From a top agricultural university in China at a time to a survivor base, this is not known whether it is the sorrow of the Agricultural University or the shining point of the Agricultural University, it should be regarded as a shining point, at least it has rescued countless victims.

After walking for half an hour, Li Baoqiang found that the campus of more than 1,000 acres has been expanded by more than 800 acres, and what is under construction is a section of the fence near the gate, where the survivors build the wall and plaster the cement.

"Those women don't look like laborers at all." Li Baoqiang looked at a wall that was being built and said.