It was impossible to count on the East for such a thing, so Okamoto had no choice but to take action himself. [Read full text] He first went to the Political Office of the General Staff to look for the soldier who played the erhu.
Because of military songs, military music and cantata, the Political Division of the General Staff had a lot of exchanges with Dongfang Ke and Nobu Okamoto on weekdays, and they were considered old acquaintances. Hearing that a professional literary and art group was to be established, Zhang Bolin personally asked about it and asked someone to search for the archives.
Although Dongfang Ke didn't ask the soldier's name, he still remembered the location of his sentry post and the approximate date and time. So Okamoto soon got the exact result.
The soldier playing the erhu is named Wang Qisuo, and he is a corporal in the guard camp. He was an immigrant from Shandong who came to Lingao during Operation Engine. He was born into a military household in Dengzhou and sold private salt.
Although the garrison battalion generally only recruits "tested" naturalized citizens into the army, the new immigrants who came to Lingao during Operation Engine obviously did not conform to this practice. But Wang Qisuo's resume is very beautiful: he was rescued by Lu Wenyuan when he was injured and dying. After recovering from his injury, he joined the Xiangyong Team. He cooperated with the Shandong Detachment on many combat missions throughout the Engine Operation and performed very outstandingly. He has made many meritorious deeds and is the backbone of the Shimago Yong team. After the end of Operation Engine, the personnel of the Daohang Brave Team underwent major adjustments. Except for a few people who continued to stay in the team, most of the personnel were gradually transferred to Lingao, Taiwan and Jeju Island for training. After he came to Gao, he made up for 10,000 yuan and joined the garrison camp that was expanding its ranks. After Wang Qisuo arrived at the guard camp, he performed well in all aspects and soon became a corporal. But it's hard to say how outstanding he is. Battalion Commander Li Yayang is somewhat impressed - Wang Qisuo plays the huqin very well. When I have nothing to do, I often hang out with him to relieve my boredom. I am considered the "artistic backbone" of the camp.
Now Okamoto said that he would be transferred to the art troupe. Li Yayang didn't have any objections. Wang Qisuo was not a very important pacesetter or top performer. He was just one more person in the garrison camp. One less of him would be a lot.
Now I came to talk to Wang Qisuo. Wang Qisuo was a young man with a good appearance and his Mandarin was so-so. He asked him to speak a few paragraphs casually. His level was indeed unspecified - in the future, it would not be a problem to join a municipal literary and art group.
I heard that I am going to a cultural troupe. Wang Qisuo blinked his eyes, as if he didn't quite understand.
"You want me to play the piano for the troupe?"
"It's not a theater troupe, it's an art troupe..." Okamoto Shin couldn't explain it at the moment. In fact, in terms of what they planned, the troupe was not wrong. He thought for a moment, "Band, musicians. Do you understand?"
Wang Qisuo was reluctant. After all, being a musician in this time and space is not a glorious thing: a professional musician is either a bastard in the troupe. Either he is a subordinate of the official "Jiaofang", and he is basically a pariah - in society, he is also known as an actor, a bastard, and a drummer. He hesitated and said that he didn't want to be a musician and that it was "fine" in the security camp. Seeing that he could not be convinced for a while, Okamoto Nobu proposed to register as an "amateur" and be seconded temporarily when there were performances. He would still be in the army at ordinary times and his military status would not change. Wang Qisuo finally agreed.
It is not impossible to forcefully transfer to the art troupe, but it is not sweet to force it. Moreover, the old concepts accumulated over the years are not so easy to be eliminated. This is an important reason why I am eager to set up a professional literary and art group: nothing is stronger than the communication ability of literature and art, and nothing can have a huge influence on social opinions and concepts like literature and art.
Ever since Lin Ming learned that there was a colleague lurking in the local area. No more secret messages were sent. He never wants his journey to find his sister-in-law to turn into "serving the country with loyalty" - in his opinion, this is seeking death.
But he could no longer figure out what to do next, so he had to take one step at a time and wait for his sister-in-law to contact him. With her abilities, knowing where she is shouldn't be a problem.
He continued to hang around in Haixinghao, living on and off work. Every few days, he and Wang Xinglong went out to have a drink and have a drink. Occasionally, Wang Jinchun also went together - even though she was a woman, she drank too much. Can drink. The days just passed by like this. More than a month has passed in the blink of an eye. There was still no movement from his sister-in-law. Lin Ming saw that he had been in Lingao for many days. He knew that she was here but could not contact her, and he felt anxious in his heart.
After he got off work that day, he took a shower, put on wooden-soled slippers, and walked slowly towards the alley. At the intersection of several streets, there was a big banyan tree. There were stone slabs under the tree, and there were some stone tables and chairs for people to use. Rest your feet. In the evenings, some workers from nearby shops often gather here to drink tea, chat and play chess, making it a casual gathering place. In order to relax and inquire about information, Lin Ming often came here to sit and chat with others.
Before anyone arrived, I heard the melodious sound of the huqin coming to my ears. In the past few days, every night, a young man playing the huqin came to play under the tree. He didn't talk much, and he played here for half an hour. He left. Hearing that he was a new guy from a nearby shop, Lin Ming didn't pay much attention.
He walked around under the banyan tree. He came here often. Although the people gathering under the tree could not be named, they all had familiar faces. Several old gentlemen were playing chess and some were playing cards. It was so quiet that he could watch by himself. Newspapers and magazines. Some people drink tea and some smoke, accompanied by the melodious sound of the harp, it is a peaceful scene of leisure and comfort.
Lin Ming found a place to sit down, and a newspaper vendor came over to solicit business: This newspaper vendor was special, not mainly selling, but focusing on renting. In addition to Lingao Times, he also has a variety of magazines published by Lingao, which you can read for just a few cents. It is in line with the spending power of ordinary store clerks.
Ever since Lin Ming and Wang Xinlong came here, he had made it a habit to rent newspapers and read them every day. He knew the importance of the "Lingao Times" - even more important than the imperial court's Di Bao. But as a clerk, if I show too much interest in Di Bao, it will attract too much attention, so it would be much more normal to rent it and read it.
However, he soon discovered that he was overly worried. "Lingao Times" was widely circulated in the local area and its penetration rate among literate people was extremely high. Even illiterate people often begged literate people to read some of the newspaper's titles and contents. . There are also such "newspaper readers" under this big banyan tree.
Lin Ming picked up a copy of the "Lingao Times". He originally read the newspaper just to keep track of the trends of the thief, just as he read the Di newspaper to keep track of the trends in the court and official circles. Gradually, he began to like reading the newspaper. Although he was not used to Kun Ze's style, the various news reports in the newspaper were much more lively and interesting than the boring memorials and official documents in the Di newspaper.
From the newspaper, he learned about the activities of the Australians in the entire Qiongzhou Prefecture: how many immigrants had been resettled, how much wasteland had been reclaimed, which factory had been put into operation again, and what new policies were being implemented... everything was clearly explained in the newspaper, Moreover, it is very vivid.
Of course, one can know what major events are happening in the world by reading the newspapers, but when it comes to vivid and interesting stories and clear descriptions, they are definitely not as good as newspapers. It seems that when the thief Kun ran the newspaper and wrote the article, he was afraid that the people would not understand it, so he tried to break it up and explain it in detail. Although it seemed trivial to Lin Ming, it made people feel like they were actually there.
Lin Ming was reading an article about Sino-Japanese trade. This article took up most of the article in a eloquent manner, starting from the trade in the Song Dynasty, continuing to the Japanese pirate Wang Zhi in this dynasty, and then talking about the rise of the Zheng family.
Lin Ming knew something about doing business with the Japanese. He had also heard about people like Wang Zhi. As for Zheng Zhilong, he was even more familiar with it. However, he has never seen such a detailed and comprehensive article discussing Sino-Japanese trade. In particular, the detailed description of Japanese history in the article gave him a sense of freshness. You must know that the Ming Dynasty has never understood Japan's political system - of course the court has never cared about knowing these foreign affairs.
Lin Ming felt fresh and was reading carefully when he suddenly heard someone asking: "Do you have the last issue of "Friends"?"
As soon as the voice reached his ears, Lin Ming couldn't help but tremble: This is Li Yongxun's voice! He didn't dare to show too much surprise. He covered his face with the newspaper and carefully moved his gaze upwards. His heart beat wildly. It was really her!
I saw that my sister-in-law was wearing a Ming Dynasty-style women's clothing today, holding a baggage in her hand, and she looked exactly like the women here. She was talking to the news vendor and picking something at his stall. Seeing his gaze, she gestured to him.
Lin Ming understood. He stood up, returned the newspaper to the vendor and replaced it with another. The moment he returned the newspaper, he felt something was stuffed into the palm of his hand. He quickly grabbed it, picked another magazine and went back to read it as if nothing had happened.
Li Yongxun bought a copy of "Friends" and went to mind his own business. Lin Ming carefully opened the note under the cover of the magazine. There was only one address written on the thin note: Dongmen City Cinema.
Lin Ming knew this place. It was a theater that specialized in showing Australian movies. There are very few people who have been to Lingao who have not seen "Australian Movies", which is almost a must-have item for "Lingao Tour". Lin Ming also went there with Wang Xinlong - he originally thought it was just a "Liaoning movie" that can be found everywhere on the streets of Guangzhou, but he didn't expect that there was a big white cloth hanging inside. Just when he was puzzled, the dark house suddenly lit up, and with the sound of a whistle, a train came out of the wall, spraying white gas and whizzing towards him. Lin Ming screamed, He rolled down from the table and chair and ran away while rolling and crawling.
Before he ran a few steps, he was pulled back by Wang Xinlong, and there was a burst of laughter around him. Lin Ming turned around and realized that what he saw was just a "shadow play". The train is just light and shadow on the curtain.
However, the realism of this light and shadow cannot be compared to the shadow puppet shows or "Australian movies" he has seen - this is exactly the same as the real thing!
