During the war years, the foreign trade of our party and our army could not be international, and the meaning of foreign trade after the founding of the People's Republic of China was different.

However, compared with the very closed revolutionary base areas, the domestically produced goods exchanged from Shanghai are also collectively referred to as "foreign goods", such as: "foreign oil" (kerosene, gasoline), "foreign ash" (cement), "foreign cloth" (cotton cloth), "foreign fire" (matches), foreign medicine (penicillin, etc.). Before the liberation, this kind of domestic "foreign trade" was also under the control of the logistics department in the army.

In order to further intensify the "import and export" efforts, Commander Chen Shiyu is organizing a logistics work conference attended by the heads of the three military subdivisions and the logistics ministers.

"It is not possible to expand trade with Shanghai by relying on the single line of sunshine alone, and if we want to increase the volume of trade, we must increase the volume of 'exports'." Chen Shiyu said at this meeting on logistics work: "Only by intensifying the work of trade in Shanghai!" Comrade Changfeng, let's talk about your next work arrangement! ”

Cai Changfeng looked at Gu Mu and the others who were at the meeting and said: "In addition to Rizhao, we are also preparing to look for candidates in Ganyu and let them open another channel to enter Shanghai, but we haven't found a capable person in this area for a while!" ”

"This ......" Gu Mu heard this, patted his head with his right hand and said, "I have a candidate, but I don't know what he is doing now?" As long as he can come forward, he must be a rare talent! ”

"Who? Even if we are three feet into the ground, we will also dig out this powerful man! Cai Changfeng said seriously.

"He is the current leader of the Ganyu puppet police squad and the younger brother of Comrade Gao Yutian, an underground worker who joined the party at the age of fifteen." Gu Mu said unhurriedly.

"Oops! Old Chief Gu, don't sell pipes, say it quickly! I'm really in a hurry! Cai Changfeng looked at Gu Mu anxiously and said.

"If you want to ask which one of these people is, it is Comrade Gao Yulin, who bought a pseudo police second-level superintendent with five hundred oceans!"

"Ahh This 'second high' of mussels is still my underground worker? I suspect that they are all traitors and traitors who have already surrendered to the enemy! Song Jiliu, who was specially invited, couldn't help but say.

"Thanks to Minister Gu for saying it now, if he is hoeed as a traitor by Lao Song, how can he die! Haha......" Chen Shiyu said and took the lead in laughing first.

"Haha......"

"Okay," Chen Shiyu pressed down with his hands and said, "This matter should be handed over to Comrade Lao Gu and talk to Gao Yulin, because they are one-line contacts and superiors and subordinates." ”

"Okay, I'll go talk to him. Comrade Changfeng, you should ask someone to prepare to go to Shanghai with him! ”

"Good! I wish you success! Chen Shiyu happily shook hands with Gu Mu and said.

Gu Mu found Comrade Gao Yulin, introduced the situation at the meeting to him, and said: "Comrade Yulin, you are an underground comrade who has been running in Shanghai for a long time, and you have a certain relationship there, so this matter will be handed over to you." ”

"Mission Guaranteed Completion! Can you bring the other two with you? They're good underground comrades! ”

"Who?"

"Zheng Jingzhou (Zheng Congli) and Boss Lu of Ganyu Qingkou, they are my comrades who are directly developed!"

"Okay, you must bring them with you! In addition, let me convey to you above that all people in Shanghai, including gangs, military commanders, Tegaok, and others, can use them. If it doesn't work, you can go to the Ronghua Company of the Cangzhou Hotel on Nanjing Road in Shanghai and find the boss Comrade Zhang Jianliang......"

As a result, Song Jiliu and Gao Yulin took Boss Lu and Zheng Jingzhou from Qingkou Erdao Street, and Shao Zhuquan, Dong Jinliang, Wang Tao, and others in charge of foreign trade from the Logistics Department of the Binhai Naval Region to Rizhao with bilateral documents.

The ship sailed from the rough sea into the calm bay. Apparently, the change in the movement of the steamer woke him up. Gao Yulin propped himself up on his elbows, opened the porthole and looked, and a warm breeze with a damp smell blew into the window and blew on his face.

At this moment, it was dawn, and the sky reflected a faint red glow, and from the surface of the sea, which was as smooth as oil and still black and hollow, the hazy outline of the land was faintly recognizable, it was a land that was darker and more solid than the sea, filthy and rigid.

The cabin was crowded, and the passengers were still asleep, snoring and sighing. He dressed lightly and made his way to the lower deck.

At this time, the sun has erupted and risen on the horizon, the yellow river is sparkling, and the two banks are gradually closing in, and the scenery is clearly visible. The navigator was boarding the boat as his motorboat turned its bow and headed for a row of crumbling bluestone buildings on the shore.

Song Jiliu reclined on the stern of the boat for more than an hour, watching the flat fields on both sides of the shore and quietly glide towards the back of the boat. Vibrant rice paddies, tall and lush bamboo forests, villages composed of mud and stone low houses, and ancestral temples with green eaves and green tiles shimmer in the rising sunlight.

In the field, the long and narrow ditches crisscross each other, horizontal and vertical, and the water in the ditches does not move at all, flashing reflections in the green field. The villages seemed so quiet and empty that even the barking of dogs was hard to hear, but the fields were full of men and women.

These ordinary people are standing in the knee-deep paddy fields, with their legs spread and their backs bent, busy working. Each of them wore large straw hats, with a small dimple peeking out of the tapered crown, and a brownish-yellow brim that covered the shoulders. I also saw buffalo walking hard in the fields that had not yet been cultivated, or walking freely along the ridges.

I saw shirtless children, shouting harshly, and using sticks to drive the lazy buffalo covered in mud to the ridge. Some of the children bared their teeth or grimaced as they waved to the ship.

Ah, this is Shanghai! Song Jiliu couldn't help but think, and began to get a little excited. Ah, this is Ten Mile Travel!

At this moment, Gao Yulin came to his side. "Wusong Fort has passed, right?" He asked, his hairy hands gripping the railing beside him.

"Wusong Fort?"

"Yes, now there is only a pile of ruins. It was about 1840, when the foreign devils captured Shanghai, they blew it up. ”

"Oh, I remember, I heard Ganyu's old comrades in Shanghai talk about it when they came home."

"The sun flag cannon building on that side was also repaired?"

"It was only repaired when the Japanese army captured Shanghai two years ago!"

At this moment, above their heads, on the first-class deck, the bell for breakfast rang. The clock was struck by a young man with a scruffy beard and a meaty face, and he looked a little rough in the white uniform of a sailor.

At this time, in the unventilated third-class hall, there were ordinary wooden tables, and the hall was filled with the smell of food, and it was time for them to eat.

"Are you going to eat?" Gao Yulin asked.

"I don't want to eat it yet." Song Jiliu's answer was confusing. "I still want to see more - Huihaikou."

Song Jiliu stayed on the deck alone, staring at the yellow river swirling and gently brushing the side of the smooth white ship. He saw the wooden galleons speeding by, their stiff and straight sails as if they were made of gray bat's wings. He still stared at the green rice fields of different shades, listening to the occasional sonorous chime of bells wafting from the village surrounded by dense forests.

The sunlight began to increase, and Song Jiliu's cheeks began to burn. He reluctantly hid in the shadow of a lifeboat, his eyes still looking at the shores.

Before Song Jiliu realized it, what he was expecting finally appeared—a faint shadow of Shanghai City appeared in the bright mist ahead. The first thing that catches your eye is the towering figures of the tall buildings, whose glass windows shimmer in the sunlight.

Then there is the sturdy black boom of the crane and the bald mast of the ship......

When Song Jiliu stared at the approaching city, a deafening low roar of a whistle suddenly sounded in his ears, startling our big hero.

At this moment, a Japanese warship painted with rust-colored stripes brushed their hull and slowly sailed towards the sea. For a moment, Song Jiliu's eyes stopped on the silent passengers standing along the side of the boat, and after the boat sailed, his eyes were fixed on the Japanese flag fluttering weakly at the stern, and the dirty river that was stirred up by the propeller dragged out of the stern.

In the distance, another boat was turning upstream, following the channel of the boat in which my five underground workers were sitting, and as he slowly turned the bow of the boat at a buoy, he saw a sun flag hanging low on the mast......

[Serialized, stay tuned...]

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