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Ashku arrived, along with two members of the Pioneer Regiment's security guards and the unruly hunter. With hunters to guide them, they found the exile camp without incident.

After counting the heads, Ashku asked the criminals to sign the registration form, put their fingerprints, and then poured wine on the graves of the three dead exiles.

Martin and Yuan Wen have completed their sentences and can go home. Lu Tianxi had long threatened the two of them to "don't talk nonsense about what they shouldn't say", especially the exile's possession of rifles, and made them swear secrecy.

After a year of getting along, the two did not deliberately hide it, where they came from, and how many relatives were already debut in the past, and the bottom was leaked; In addition, the revolutionaries intentionally or unintentionally showed their social relations, and the two ex-prisoners did not dare to tell those insignificant "trivial matters" and oppose the murderers.

The security guards and hunters left with Yuan and Ma, while Ashku stayed.

Lin Qian had just beaten a roe deer, and just invited him to dinner, fulfilling the friendship of the landlord. Ashku brought mare's milk wine, and the exile brought out his own blueberry wine, and the restaurant was full of staggered dishes, and the guests and hosts were happy.

Drinking and eating, Ashku was amazed by the construction of the exile's camp, and exclaimed, "I didn't expect it!" If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have believed that more than 20 students had built a fully functional village from scratch in the wilderness.

Wu Rui and the others were naturally modest, and they all said that it was thanks to the care of Pavilion Chief Ashku, and then proposed to go to Xunhe County to sell grain and purchase daily necessities.

Ashkuro groaned and said, "The Fifth Pioneer Regiment is about to be disbanded!" Instead of selling grain to the Reclamation Bureau, you should sell it to the Fifth Regiment. Commander Li wants to make up for the leaks, and he is willing to pay a good price for you in the snow. ”

The news was a surprise. The Fifth Regiment was abolished, and the Mangai Development came to naught, and the exiles really became a group of lonely ghosts. That is, there is no second way but to wait for the pardon to go home.

"How can the good Fifth Regiment be abolished?" Jin Tong was puzzled.

"Who said it wasn't," Ashku patted his thigh, "It's also to blame Lao Li for being greedy, in the past few years, he has sold public grain privately, and he has made a lot of money." The county reclamation bureau changed its director, and people didn't check him, but directly said that the efficiency of the fifth regiment was too low, and the bureau wanted to subsidize rations for several years in a row, so just cut it! ”

This did not shock the revolutionaries, who insisted on idealism, but they did not eat the fireworks of the world. Cases of corruption and malpractice at the grassroots level of the empire are very common, and if you are lucky, you will get rich, and if you are unlucky, you will report it and turn it into news.

Wu Rui was not averse to doing business with Head Li, and asked, "We only plan to sell six tons of wheat, so much more, Head Li also wants it?" ”

"No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat," Ashku said, "and the fifth regiment has no food in stock, and is begging grandpa to tell grandma." ”

Jin Tong was a little surprised, and interjected: "Why don't you burn it down with Commander Li, isn't burning the granary a consistent way to deal with Chaku?" ”

Ashku smiled, "The new director didn't check his accounts. Now liquidate, let him settle the accounts by himself and give time to buy grain, that is a great feeling, and it is too unruly to burn the warehouse. ”

Jin Tong smiled dumbly and raised a bowl to drink.

Wu Rui shook his head and sighed, "It's the same as the customs, it's in line with the dirty world, this is the real officialdom ecology!" ”

"When are we going to transport grain to the Fifth Regiment?" Lu Tianxi was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Ashku waved his hand, "When those two security guards go back today, they must tell Lao Li that you have food here, and I will go to the fifth regiment tomorrow and bring them tractors over the day after tomorrow." Six tons of wheat, how about selling him two cents a pound? ”

Wu Rui glanced at Jin Tong, and Jin Tong nodded.

Last year, the flour in Xunhe County was 2.25 cents a catty, and the price of unprocessed wheat was certainly not as good as that of flour, and two cents was considered a high price. Although I don't know how the market is this year, it is expected that there is not much difference, two cents a pound, no loss!

Wu Rui made a final decision: "Six tons of wheat, 240 yuan, no problem!" ”

Finalize the business, and everyone advises to drink. Ashku was drunk and sang: "Drunk, drunk, drunk, drunken man roars loudly, drunk birch twists in the wind, drunk mountains turn around, drunk rivers ...... Stream...... Yayer......"

Before the song was finished, Ashku slipped under the table and fell asleep.

The dinner was over, and the men moved the drunken deer beater back to the dormitory. The kang is large enough that there is no problem in sleeping more personally.

The next day, Ashku woke up early, not the slightest hangover haggard. He ate two bowls of wild vegetable and meat dumplings, and drove away with a horse-drawn plow.

On the third day, Ashku arrived with a tractor from the pioneer group and two security guards. Not only did they bring 240 yuan in cash, a scale, lots of empty sacks, but they also gave the exiles a cart of cabbage for free.

The day was spent in tense grain bagging and weighing, and in the afternoon the security guards drove back with a full load of tractors.

Ashku took a few exiles to the county to do some shopping. Because of the limitation of transportation (three climbing plows), in consideration of pulling goods, only three people can be selected.

Being detained in the wilderness for a whole year, the opportunity to get in touch with the real society is quite rare. But everyone still gave in to each other, and finally selected Wu Rui, Lin Qian, and Jin Tong.

They had already planned the whereabouts of every penny of grain sales, farm tools, food, condiments, books, newspapers and periodicals...... And the most important telegram!

Interprovincial telegrams are not cheap, and each word has to be paid to the telegraph company for a dime and a half!

All the way through the snow and ice. In the evening, Ashku and three prisoners arrived in the town of Sunhe. Spend the night in town.

The first stop the next morning was the telegraph office.

Lin Qian filled out a short encrypted message on graph paper, and the recipient was Dongfang Se, who was far away in the imperial capital.

Invisible electromagnetic waves, carrying the expectations of the exiles, crossed the mountains and rivers, and were forwarded through several transit stations to the Dijing Telegraph Company.

The telegram was sent out of the computer room, and the postman took the message, stepped on the bicycle, and desperately kicked the pedal to Nanluoguxiang, where the receiver lived.

Since the Ming and Qing dynasties, it has been a place of great wealth and nobility, and the streets and alleys are crowded with dignitaries, and there are countless royal mansions.

The fall of the Qing Dynasty and the rise of the Great Qi did not reduce the prosperity of Nanluoguxiang. As long as the old imperial city across the street still exists, it is indispensable for dignitaries to gather here to buy real estate and strive to get close to the red wall and golden tile!

The mansion of the Dongfang Se family was built twenty years ago, although it is a combination of Chinese and Western, graceful and elegant, but for the courier who is familiar with the geography of the capital, it can only be regarded as a nouveau riche with no background.

The Oriental home industry is concentrated in entertainment, and it started from nightclubs in its early years, which is very despised. Later, Dongfang Se's father invested in the establishment of newspapers and printing houses, and in the past few years, he entered the emerging record and silent film industries, and gradually whitewashed his background and became a cultural person.

Dongfang Se was born well, talented and learned, and even devoted himself to politics, and was also regarded as the number one person in high society. But his reputation is too prosperous, and most of the people who love gossip and rumors regard him as a gentleman.

The courier got out of the car in front of the Oriental Mansion and rang the electric bell next to the door.

The servant answered the door, signed the telegram, walked briskly through the spacious garden compound, entered the Western-style house in the middle of the mansion, and handed the message to the maid.

The maid placed the telegram on a silver platter, picked it up with one hand, went up to the second floor, and knocked on the closed wooden door of the study. Since the death of the old man, this room representing the authority of the head of the family has become the private domain of the Oriental Se.

"Sir, there is a telegram."

"Come in."

Then the maid pushed the door in, bowed her head, held up the silver plate in both hands, and presented the telegram.

Dongfang Se, the young controller of the "Oriental Entertainment Group", is handsome and mild-mannered.

He opened the message and wondered, "Huh? "Yes.

The messages are meaningless combinations of Chinese characters, and the arrangement is surprisingly familiar.

Waving his hand to let the maid out, he turned around and took out a copy of "The History of the New Xiu Ming" from the bookshelf that he hadn't opened for a long time.

"Decode Benhe, fortunately, I haven't forgotten the original agreement!"

He leaned over the table for a few minutes and translated the ciphertext: "The old friend of the Northern Wilderness wants to ask for help, if you are willing to help, please call back quickly, Qian." ”

Lin Qian?

have been exiled to the Great Wilderness and still refuse to stop?

Dongfang Se shook his head.

Lin Qian "misunderstood" him a lot, and would never ask him for private matters. Now she put down her son and asked Dongfang Se for help, it must not be for herself, but for the group of the "Chinese Liberation Front" of Raushzi!

Want to help?

He didn't know anything about it, and he stepped in recklessly, and God knows what he would encounter! Lin Qian had to ask if she was willing to help first, and only after getting his affirmative answer did she say it, it can be seen that she was wary.

But Dongfang Se did not hesitate, regardless of whether he would put a hot face on a cold ass. He has to help with this favor!

Because, Lin Qian, has always been put in the most special position in his heart.

He rang the bell and let the maid in.

"What do you command?"

"Tell the driver to prepare the car and take me to the telegraph company!"

Five minutes later, sitting in the smoothly driving domestic "Panlong" car, Dongfang Se stared and thought.

Whether he is a lawyer helping workers in lawsuits, running a company to fight business for profits, or being an active member of the presidium of the Progressive Party, he has always been a true social elite.

There is no doubt that this telegram from the Northern Wilderness will make waves in his peaceful life, but so what. In his bones, he is still the prodigal who loves romance and adventure!