Chapter 13: Changing Guards (38)

After taking a sip of Sydney Lily, Mo Di praised it in a standard Guibei accent: "Good! The sound was so loud that it startled both the old man and the Japanese. also successfully attracted the attention of the stall owner, and happily walked to Mo Di's side, using the tone of Yangshuo Pingle to set it almost: "This boss listens to the accent of Guilin, and we are fellow villagers." Mo Di replied with a smile: "Yes, yes, it's a fellow!" I also wondered how the locals learned to make small cups of desserts, it turned out to be the craft of the villagers, no wonder. The old man also nodded and said, "No wonder I always feel that the sugar water in this house is different, the local people are boiled in large pots, and he is stewed in a small pot here, so it is, Cantonese style, absolute Cantonese style." ”

The Japanese know that they have exposed their bottoms, and the little man in front of them is already 100 percent sure that he is a Japanese spy. The Japanese spy is also very shrewd, he knows that by doing this, Mo Di just exposes Mo Di's timidity, and wants to find an opportunity to achieve his goal by adjusting the atmosphere. What is the purpose of this little man? The Japanese spy was a little blindsided, he had already made a decision, and if the little man left in a while, he would immediately follow, and then look for an opportunity to kill him. If the little man doesn't go, find a suitable time for him to go, if the little man doesn't come with him, it's okay, if he does, it will end him. He regretted a little that he didn't keep the small wrist knife hidden in the merchant's shoulder by his side, and he didn't have any weapons at all.

The Japanese saw it very accurately, Mo Di was indeed bluffing, he looked at him very seriously when the Japanese spy was talking to the old man, this Japanese was very tall, very strong, and a big man in the Northeast, not to mention that it was rare among the Japanese, even among the southerners. Sitting on a small stool, Siping a big horse, not biased or oblique, and then look at the hand holding the porcelain cup, the green tendons are intertwined, and the absolute practitioner is a family. Because they were sitting, they couldn't see if they had weapons on their bodies, and according to Japanese habits, even if they didn't carry a pistol, they would at least have a dagger on their bodies, and they were the ones who committed suicide, and they couldn't leave for a moment. If Mo Di was not afraid of him half a year ago, even if he entered the white blade empty-handed, Mo Di would not have taken a lonely Japanese in his eyes. But now it's a pity, the gas bomb completely collapsed his body, not to mention the shortness of breath, even the muscles on his body are all missing, and there are bones under the skin. Not to mention fighting with people, even if you stand in a hurry and walk faster, you will be out of breath. If you really want to give it a go with the Japanese in front of you, it is estimated that it will not take a round to die in his hands.

The immediate plan, how to find an opportunity to leave, and not let this Japanese intercept and kill, is the top priority. As for the arrest and arrest of the Japanese in front of him, it is whimsical to rely on his own enemies.

"Aside from this sugar water, is there anything else in Guilin." Mo Di continued to chat with the stall owner, and had nothing to say: "It's been a few years since I came out, and I haven't eaten the taste of my hometown, do you have it here, if so, get some to eat to comfort the hometown of the wanderer." ”

"Yes, yes, but it will take a long time." The stall owner said.

"As long as you have, you can wait for you." Mo Die's first thought was to stay up for time, and he gambled that even if this Japanese wanted to kill his mouth, he would not attack in public. Staying up until he leaves first is victory.

The stall owner turned on the fire, put a small pot, scooped a spoonful of thin paste in a large basin not far away with a large spoon, slowly boiled into a paste over low heat, and then slowly added ingredients to it, first shredded yuba, then vermicelli and fungus, fried an egg cake on another stove, cut into shreds, and added. Then put down the chopped green onion, sesame oil, pepper, and shrimp powder. I couldn't see it, and my saliva flowed a foot.

"My God, it's rotten! I haven't eaten it in years! Mo Di exclaimed in surprise.

"Spicy?" The old man on the side also walked to the side to watch the excitement and said, "These ingredients look fragrant, bring me a bowl too." ”

The stall owner casually asked the Japanese spy: "If this boss wants a bowl, he can cook it together to save time and materials." ”

"Okay, I'll have a bowl too." The Japanese spy asked: "Is this Guilin-style food?" Isn't Guilin famous for Guilin rice noodles? ”

"How can there be only one kind of food in a place?" Mo Di replied: "This boss listens to the accent of the Northeast, you Northeast, in addition to the Northeast dumplings, don't you have chicken stewed mushrooms?" ”

The Japanese spy took a moment, does his Chinese accent have a Northeast accent?

The old man took one of his bowls, tasted them, and said, "I know what this is!" ”

"What's that?" This time, even the stall owner came over.

"This shouldn't be called rotten spicy, the correct name should be paste spicy." The old man said: "There are two kinds of paste and spicy, one is meat, the other is vegetarian, the meat is the paste and spicy soup in Hefei, and the vegetarian is your kind, which is the way to eat passed down by the Hui people." ”

Mo Di knew that Guilin rice noodles were halal food, but he didn't think that spicy was also halal food. Squinted at the Japanese spy, this guy was enjoying eating, and he was so hot that he didn't have time to pay attention to himself. He whispered to the stall owner in Guilin dialect: "I'm invited, you can cook a few more bowls of spicy rot, and ask your wife to call the brothers who patrol the street to taste it." As he spoke, he took out two ten-yuan fiat currency, flicked Liao Zhongkai's portrait with his fingers, pointed to the bowls of the old man and the Japanese spy, and said loudly: "I'm in for a treat, settle the bill together." ”

"How can I let you break the bank!" The old man excused himself.

Mo Di smiled and said: "I'm happy, I haven't eaten this thing for at least five years, the local flavor is too strong, and I have to treat myself." ”

The Japanese spy also took out two yuan of fiat currency and handed it to Mo Di, saying that they were strangers to each other and could not let him have a treat. Mo Di replied very well, once born and two times ripe, the mountains and rivers meet, and in the future, I will go to the Northeast, and I will see you again, please go back. The Japanese spy was depressed, and the person in front of him seemed to be determined that he was from the Northeast! Come to think of it, Japan has ruled in Tohoku for many years, vigorously promoting the Japanese language, and many people speak with a Japanese accent.

Seeing that the stall owner replaced the cauldron and boiled a big pot of rotten and spicy, the old man and the Japanese spy were a little dumbfounded, wondering if this little man was a little brainless, this kind of thing, just taste it, make a big pot, like feeding pigs, no matter how delicious things are, they can't stand it.

At this time, from all over the square, seven or eight patrol soldiers came over, walked to the stall with a smile, and asked the stall owner, "What did you get to entertain my brother today?" ”

The stall owner pointed to Mo Di and said: "This boss is from Guilin, let me make some authentic hometown flavors to treat, so I will recruit a few brothers to taste the most authentic Guilin flavors." ”

The patrol soldiers clasped their fists one by one, thanked Mo Di for his hospitality, Mo Di stood up, saluted back, and chatted with the patrol soldiers, and after three or two sentences, Mo Di had already circled into the middle of the patrol soldiers. Suddenly, Mo Di took out the Pai Si from his pocket and shouted: "I am the chief of staff of the 48th Army, and I order you to take down this person." ”

The Japanese spies stood up and ran as soon as they started.

Mo Di shouted: "This is a Japanese spy, there is a reward for winning it." ”

Several patrol soldiers pounced on them like hungry dogs.

The square was full of people, and the Japanese spies couldn't run at a speed, and although they broke free from the patrol soldiers several times, they were no match for the wolves, and were pressed to the ground like arhats by the patrol soldiers.

The stall owner removed the rope on the basket, handed it to the patrol soldiers, and tied up the Japanese spies, and the Japanese spies looked at Mo Di with hatred and hatred, and scolded: "Coward, soft egg, you have the ability to fight with me." Engage in intrigue and trickery, what kind of hero. ”

Mo Di shrank his head and said, "You are not a good man as a spy. ”

This change, the rabbit rose and fell, and the old man came back to his senses for a long time, laughed and said to Mo Di: "Fighting wits is not brave, fighting formation is not fighting, the chief is really a master!" ”

Mo Di smiled, it's not that he doesn't want to fight, but he is really not as good as others. After thanking the stall owner, he returned to the station with the patrol soldiers. The military station is the base camp of the patrol soldiers, and with these patrol soldiers as companions, Mo Di is naturally not afraid of being alone, even if the Japanese spies have companions, they will not be harmed.

The next day, Mo Di continued to walk towards the deep ditch, accompanied by this Japanese spy and of course a squad of escorts. The military station sent a horse to Mo Di, and the Japanese spy did not have to walk, he had his own prisoner car. Mo Di took the horse to the prisoner cart of the Japanese spy and asked, "I heard that the Japanese spy has a denture in his mouth and contains poison, why don't you have it?" The Japanese spy gave Mo Dou a blank look and did not answer. Mo Di laughed and said, "I know, the cost of dentures is quite expensive, and your level is not enough, right?" The Japanese spy smiled bitterly and lowered his head, it seemed that Mo Di was right.

"Tell me, what are you doing in Xishan?" Mo Di asked.

The Japanese spies still did not speak. The escort soldier on one side replied, "Sir, we know what he does, selling Rendan." ”

"Sell Rendan?" Mo Di was surprised: "There are still Japanese spies who sell Rendan in these years, it should be an old trick from three years ago." ”

"It's not just Rendan, there are some groceries, there are Western medicines, scissors, and reading glasses." The soldier who escorted him said, "It's a merchant." ”

"That's pretty much it." Mo Di nodded and said, "I know what you're here for." ”

"What for?" The Japanese spy asked curiously.

"You're here to find the way, aren't you?" Mo Di said.

The Japanese spy snorted angrily, obviously agreeing.

Mo Di teased the Japanese spies all the way to talk, in Chinese, but also in Japanese, sometimes Chinese with Japanese, sometimes with Chinese in Japanese, anyway, both of them can understand. At first, the Japanese spy didn't want to say much, and the words that couldn't stand the invincible were interesting, so he unconsciously agreed a few times. Later, maybe I thought that it had been said anyway, so let's talk about it, so I began to talk endlessly, and I had a lively conversation with Mo Di. It seems that there is no need to go to the deep ditch, there is no need to go to the intelligence department, the interrogation has been completed.

When he arrived at the deep ditch shop, Mo Di did not go to the dormitory arranged by the logistics department, but rented a few rooms in the ancient Buddha hall and settled down, he liked the environment of the ancient Buddha hall very much, mainly because his body did not allow him to enjoy too many fireworks in the world.

The work of life was handled by the guards, and Mo Di walked to the elementary school with a stack of manuscript papers, found a desk, and prepared to write a report. From yesterday's spy incident and today's chat with Japanese spies, he realized that the three-defense work in the Dabie Mountains still needs to be strengthened. In the past, in order to increase tax revenue, the door was opened to merchants, so that the mud and sand fell, and the enemy spies also swaggered into a no-man's land. In the long run, the warehouses and fortresses in the Dabie Mountains have no secrets to speak of, and their own people don't know about it, but the enemy knows it well. If the Japanese army sent a small team aimed at destroying our supply warehouses hidden deep in the mountains, we would be caught off guard. Writing here, Mo Enemy has come to an end, because the relevant departments are responsible for how to do it, not that he should worry about it, salty and salty Luo Bu is not to worry about, it will be annoying.

After writing the report, he asked Sun Cheng to send someone to the staff office and hand it over to the chief of staff Yang Zanmo, as for himself, early tomorrow morning, he will first visit his immediate boss Su Tingxun. The so-called county officials are not as good as being in charge, after all, they have to go to Tongcheng together to work together, and it is beneficial to improve the relationship.