"Hey, I just heard from you, you bought this house?"

The young woman who was suspected of being Gong Li asked across the wall.

The voice is very sweet, very soft, and very weak, so that people can't help but care for it.

Wang Xu likes Gong Li very much in reality, and he couldn't help but laugh after hearing it: "Yes, we will be neighbors in the future, everyone can be closer and closer!" ”

"Hmph..."Wang Xu bit very hard, Xu Jiazhen quickly reacted and gave Wang Xu a roll of his eyes.

Speaking of which, Xu Jiazhen is not very old, at most twenty-three or four, and she is in the best age of her life.

It's just that Fugui has been gone for three years, and there is no news at all, the burden of life is all on her, and the hardships of life make her look a little sad.

It's just that this kind of sorrow does not make the beauty wither, but has a kind of sublimation, which can arouse men's sympathy.

Wang Xu is also a man, and of course he yearns for beautiful things.

Although I don't have the idea of three years of blood and the death penalty, I am also happy to have one more beautiful neighbor.

The next day, buying furniture, changing beds, and tidying up the yard became Wang Xu's main job.

At the same time, he didn't forget Yu Zecheng, found a guy who pulled a rickshaw, and brought him a message, saying that he wanted to get together at night.

Night...

"It's a good place to change places, it's not only spacious, but also has the illusion of being hidden in the city, it's a good place."

It was not dark yet, and Yu Zecheng came, leading a bottle of foreign wine and three or four kinds of wine and food.

Wang Xu moved a table and put it in the yard, opened the things Yu Zecheng brought and took a look, roast chicken, pig's head meat, sauced beef, and peanuts.

In 1940, when many people couldn't even eat enough, such wine and food were no less than the delicacies of the mountains and seas in later generations.

Looking up and looking at the wine again, it says XO, which is even more good.

"Drink wine and eat pig's head, it's really yours!" Wang Xu beckoned Yu Zecheng to sit down, and without saying a word, he unscrewed XO and poured a glass.

Yu Zecheng is also a particular person, took over the conversation, and said with a smile: "Are you afraid of the taste of pig's head meat, mixed with the aroma of wine?" ”

Wang Xu didn't speak, just stretched out his thumb.

Yu Zecheng still smiled innocently, raised his cup and touched Wang Xu, and said in a low voice: "I have already sold the medicine you brought, this time I want money, or an equivalent antique?" ”

"Antique!"

Gold bars are valuable, but when brought to reality, a small yellow croaker is more than 10,000.

On the other hand, in 1940, a small yellow croaker was enough to buy a bottle and a bowl of the Qing Dynasty.

After listening to Wang Xu's statement, Yu Zecheng nodded with a smile and took a sip of the red wine in the cup.

In the next second, Yu Zecheng's smile couldn't be maintained, because Wang Xu said to himself: "The Shi commissioner of Baiyangdian is a person from the Mei Agency, and his real name is Ono Yokozaburo, whether it is true or not, you can know by calling Yan'an." ”

"Ahem..." Yu Zecheng swallowed the wine, and quickly coughed it out, and the whole person was like an asthma attack, coughing out of breath.

Wang Xu drank and ate food without raising his head, but just covered the roast chicken in front of Yu Zecheng with oiled paper, and said expressionlessly: "You are coughing, this roast chicken can't be eaten." ”

"Ahem... Recently, I had a cold and my throat is not very comfortable! At this time, Yu Zecheng was still holding on, and Wang Xu shook his head.

However, he also understands that the commissioner in Baiyangdian is pretending to be a Japanese agent, which is simply a rhythm that will turn the sky upside down.

You must know that the real commissioner is from Yan'an, and his identity is very special, and he came to Baiyangdian to listen to the work.

A few days ago, the district detachment in Baiyangdian waged a brilliant guerrilla struggle against the enemy in the reeds.

It is well documented that the Japanese soldiers lost hundreds of people here, which was a brilliant victory for our party at that time.

During this period, the newspapers of the outside world did not have a high evaluation of our party.

When it comes to our party, some newspapers pro-the government of the Republic of China ridicule it as a guerrilla but not a strike, and they provoke people in different ways.

In this regard, Yan'an is very distressed, but in terms of hard power, it is difficult to fight hard with the enemy, and it is impossible to fight a decent battle.

At this stage, the Baiyangdian guerrillas won a brilliant victory, which was a good thing in the snow.

After all, the real outbreak of our party was in 1941, after the victory of the Battle of the Hundred Regiments.

Before that, it was basically a small fight, similar to Baiyangdian, a victory that killed more than 100 devils alone and injured nothing, which was enough for a great man to eat an extra bowl of red pork. "Pingxingguan is a great victory, not fighting alone, there are friendly forces to share the pressure"

"Ahem, my throat is really uncomfortable, no, I have to go back and take some medicine, I won't accompany you today!" Yu Zecheng blushed and had a thick neck, coughing while waving his hand to say goodbye.

Wang Xu sent him away, whether he was sick or not, and went back to confirm that the news was true.

However, Wang Xu will not keep it, he called Yu Zecheng to come over, recognizing the door is the first thing, and the second thing is to let Yu Zecheng be more vigilant.

Because he didn't believe that once he came to Tianjin, this fake commissioner would go back obediently with medicine.

Yu Zecheng may be very exposed, but the autumn shopkeeper who is in charge of the underground party in Tianjin may not be so lucky. It is reasonable to be reasonable, the commissioner came to Tianjin, and the shopkeeper Qiu also had to meet him, even if he didn't want to see him, the fake commissioner would not let him hide from it.

As soon as Yu Zecheng left, Wang Xu should eat and drink, as if he had only done inconspicuous little things.

When I was eating, there was a sudden movement on the wall, and when I looked up, I saw that it was Xu Jiazhen's daughter.

The little one was not very old, he looked like he was six or seven years old, and he was looking at him with blank eyes, and he kept swallowing his saliva.

Wang Xu saw it, it was impossible to pretend not to see it, waved his hand, and said with a smile: "Uncle has roast chicken here, do you want to eat it?" ”

didn't answer, the little girl looked like she wanted to eat, but she didn't dare to really ask for it, let alone come down.

Wang Xu picked up the roast chicken, took the initiative to walk over, and said, "Take it, go back and give it to your mother, just say that it was given by Uncle Wang next door." ”

The little girl still didn't speak, lying on the low wall, biting her fingers vigorously.

The low wall was not high, it looked less than two meters, and as soon as Wang Xu stretched out his hand, he stuffed the roast chicken over.

The little girl got the roast chicken, bit her lip and glanced at him, and soon disappeared.

"Fengxia, where did the roast chicken come from, did you steal something?"

"Mom, I didn't have it, it was given by Uncle Wang next door."

"Whoever asked you to take it, others will take it for you, why are you so spineless, how do I usually teach you..."

The front is fine, but when I hear the back, there is a violent beating, and the child's crying is mixed with the reprimand of the adult.

Wang Xu couldn't sit still, he didn't want it, just give him back, how could he beat the child.

Three times five divided by two, the two-meter-high wall, Wang Xu stepped up.

In the eyes, a little girl named Fengxia was grabbing a chicken leg that had bitten a small bite, and was violently beaten by Xu Jiazhen, who was suspected of being Gong Li.

"Come with me now, we don't have any chickens at home, bring rhubarb over to compensate for this roast chicken."

"Mom, don't send the rhubarb away, Mom, I don't dare anymore."

"Don't cry, if you eat other people's chickens, you have to take something to compensate others, although we are poor, we have ambition!"

Xu Jiazhen's family is very poor and has nothing but an old yellow dog.

Wang Xu has already seen that Xu Jiazhen beat the child, not because Feng Xia took the roast chicken, but because the roast chicken was eaten, and Xu Jiazhen couldn't send it over if he wanted to.

This is a strong woman, beautiful, but very backbone.

Before, Wang Xu was still thinking about how Xu Jiazhen's orphans and widows lived after Fugui was arrested.

Now he saw that in Xu Jiazhen's yard, there were many clothes that had been washed and were being dried.

The style of these clothes is a bit like school uniforms, and they are all women's, reminiscent of Qingyu Street, not far from Qingyu Street, there is a girls' school, obviously Xu Jiazhen makes money by washing clothes for students on weekdays.