"Go back to Hangzhou? You won't really care about that little Japanese..." MISS Liu finally couldn't help but expressed her worries with a blushing face.
"Hey! Those are just fat people who have nothing to do to have fun and make fun of me. When did you see me treating work as a joke? And this is not just a job, it is our career - related to family members, life and death, brothers, compatriots... ..." Ma Xiaoguang said solemnly but softly.
Hearing this, MISS Liu was really embarrassed, her cheeks turned red, and she hurriedly packed up the information on the table.
"You...you have been busy for several days. Take a good rest. I...I will sort out the information...there are still many questions in it." Miss Liu said with a red face and some stuttering. After speaking, she hugged the information bag and lowered her head. He nodded and returned to his room.
After MISS Liu left, Boss Ma felt relieved. This female agent was not easy to deal with - Boss Ma sighed in his heart.
Three days later, Qiansi Village, Jinhua, Zhejiang Province.
At the entrance of the village, everything is peaceful. A vendor sets up a stall to sell freshly ripe persimmons. The village is surrounded by an idyllic scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, and there are scenes of harvest everywhere. At a glance, the yellow rice is spread all over the fields, and on the ridges of the fields, there are busy people everywhere. The farmers in the countryside are busy in farming.
In a remote and secluded forest, three tired travelers were resting here.
"It's just a broken scripture building. I've seen it below. It doesn't look like there are any ancient tombs or secret passages. What other secrets could there be? Could it be a mistake?" The fat man took a bottle of water and drank a large amount of it. He asked, wiping his mouth with saliva.
"There's nothing wrong with the Jingzhu Building. It's a historic site from the Tang Dynasty. There's nothing wrong with the village. They're all villagers." The other thin man was Brother Guishou, who was panting from exhaustion.
Boss Ma was frowning even as he smoked a cigarette. This unlucky thing couldn't have been picked up by the fat man's crow's mouth. Is it really just a coincidence? Matsumura just wrote a haiku casually, thinking too much.
"Boss Ma, don't be anxious. I see that the sutra building is indeed from the Tang Dynasty. This Horyu Temple has a long history. Let's take a closer look at the details?" Brother Guishou persuaded him on the side. I wonder if he was afraid that these two men would start pinching each other. Instead, he suffered innocently.
"Forget it, go back to the city, don't think about it, and let's not worry about it. The party and the state won't compensate you if you worry to death." Boss Ma thought for a while but suddenly calmed down.
None of the three of them had the ability to find the dragon's cave and fight for gold. What's more, the scripture building had been standing here for more than a thousand years and no treasures had been found. There must be nothing left. The three of them had no choice but to get out of the woods and onto the road, feeling miserable. go back.
It is now autumn, and everywhere the mountains are red and the forests are dyed with autumn colors. The persimmons on the roadside have begun to turn red, and there are many farmers on the road carrying persimmons to sell in the city.
The three of them returned to the city, found a hotel and settled down. After bathing and changing, they each put on a pair of bright clothes and went to Qingheyuan Restaurant on Yatang Street.
According to Boss Ma, there is work to be done and food to be eaten. In more than a year, not only will there be no peaceful desk in Jiangnan, it will basically be difficult to find a peaceful dining table, so let’s enjoy this rare leisure time. Authentic food without overdoing it.
Honey sauce fire recipe, fire heel fairy duck, Jinhua pot, Jinhua meatballs, Wujiang spring... a table of Jinhua famous dishes made the three of them addicted.
When I left the Qinghe Garden with a full meal, I saw an old man on the street corner selling persimmons at a stall. His golden eyes were very cute.
"This persimmon is good." As a professional in the food industry, Fatty looked at the persimmon and praised it.
"Authentic Yongkang Fangshan persimmon..." Seeing a guest coming, the old man who was not good at words introduced it.
"Oh? Persimmon? I know!" Boss Ma suddenly realized.
Due to the reminder of the persimmons, Boss Ma, who spent a lot of money, happily bought all the old man's persimmons, which made Brother Guishou and Fatty very worried - will everyone eat this in the future?
When he returned to the hotel, he saw a basket full of persimmons. Boss Ma was happy and looked at the persimmons with a silly smile.
After making sure that there were no walls with ears, the fat man finally couldn't help it anymore and asked: "Why is the boss laughing? What's the mystery of this persimmon?"
"There are many mysteries. First of all, it is the seasonal language of the Japanese haiku. Haiku mostly describes the changing scenery and scenery of the four seasons. The writing style and artistic conception are also very good... Haiku has a characteristic, it all has the seasonal language. For example, the phrase in the sentence I photographed refers to persimmons, and Jinhua happens to produce persimmons, and the Horyuji Temple in the sentence also happens to be in Jinhua..." Boss Ma grabbed Wen, took a sip of tea, and smiled enigmatically.
"Ah, sir, you are indeed very knowledgeable. You are even so proficient in Japanese poetry. I have so much respect for you, sir..." Brother Guishou continued to flatter him, making the fat man next to him roll his eyes.
"What do you mean, old man, there are spies in Jinhua? But can we find them with just these persimmons?" The fat man was a little anxious and angry.
"This is entirely possible, and Japanese haiku are very particular. I speculate that there is a second meaning here. This haiku about persimmons refers to October in the Japanese calendar - that is, autumn. I was sitting in a wilderness shop eating persimmons when I heard the bells of Horyuji Temple... In the Japanese calendar, October is also called Kanna Moon, and the origin of Kanna Moon is that during this period, gods and goddesses from all over Japan will Gather at Izumo for a meeting..." Boss Ma said proudly, but he glanced at Brother Guishou with a cold look.
"Boss, please don't worry. My junior brother and I have joined the organization and are loyal to the party and the country! We will fight to the death!" Brother Guishou was so excited that he quickly stood up and stood at attention.
Hearing this, Boss Ma and Fatty looked at each other and smiled, and Fatty already understood in his heart.
"The tenth month of the Japanese lunar calendar is the same as ours, and we have big events in October. In one month, the Sixth Plenary Session of the Fourth Central Committee of the Communist Party of China will be held." Boss Ma said leisurely.
"This Japanese poem does have some content, maybe more than that..." Fatty also understood and said thoughtfully.
"Yes, it is definitely not a coincidence that Kinka's persimmons and Horyuji Temple appear at the same time in the haiku. The poet had no other intention, but the spies may not..." Boss Ma began to think thoughtfully again.
"It's good to be able to solve the puzzle in a short time. Fatty will go to the telegraph office later and notify MISS Liu in secret words, asking her to summarize the situation and report to the peak..." Boss Ma solemnly ordered.
"Then what to do with these persimmons? You can't keep these things. If you want to send them to MISS Liu, they can only be made into persimmon cakes..." The fat man looked at the basket full of persimmons and said, complaining that Boss Ma was wasting his fortune.
"Miss Liu wants to eat them, so we'll buy them freshly for her. These persimmons are useful, but that's not enough." Boss Ma said with a smile.
"I don't understand." The fat man expressed his doubts directly.
"The secret language here has been deciphered and the location - everything has to go back to Horyuji Temple. The Japanese spies were already there, but we were busy looking at the sutra pillar and ignored it. As for what we were doing, and what secrets there are in that poem, we can catch them and ask them. knew."
The next day, several vendors selling persimmons appeared at the entrance of Qianqiansi Village. This season is when persimmons are on the market. It is normal for people to set up stalls along the road. However, although Qianqiansi Village is not small, it is not as good as Jinhua City. I don’t know if this is the case. Why don't you three want to walk a few miles to sell persimmons here?
With more people, the business is naturally even worse - three monks have no water to eat, not to mention there are now four persimmon sellers at the entrance of the village.
After a long time, no one even asked about the price.
"Friend, you can make a fortune anywhere, why do you have to be here?" A hawker who came early said angrily.
"Does this place belong to you? I like to sell here and do all your shit." A skinny vendor said, speaking in the authentic local dialect.
The other two vendors next to them lowered their heads and did not speak.
The hawker who came first was a little unhappy. He wanted to get angry, but he was a little scrupulous. After thinking about it for a while, he packed up his stall and was about to leave.
While cleaning up, a rotten persimmon flew out of nowhere and hit the skinny hawker who was coming up right in the face.
"What do you mean?" The skinny hawker stood up and shouted to the hawker who was about to leave.
"It's not me." The hawker said clearly, and he didn't want to be troublesome. He put away his things, picked up his load and made preparations to leave.
"You can't leave!" The skinny hawker grabbed the man.
Seeing that something was wrong, the man threw the burden away, broke free from the hold of the skinny hawker, and ran away like flying.
But before he could take two steps, he stumbled under his feet. He was caught off guard and fell to the ground with a bang.
What tripped the man was the pole suddenly thrown by the fat man. Just as he was about to get the second prop, he saw the man roll on the spot and got to the side in a few clicks.
The man's kung fu was not weak either. After a few rolls, the carp stood up again. However, as soon as he stood up, he heard the sound of strong breaking wind behind him. Before he could make the next reaction, he lost consciousness. .
When he woke up, he was in a remote forest. There were two people standing in front of him, one fat and one thin. It was Boss Ma and Fatty. Brother Guishou had the self-consciousness of a newcomer and took the initiative to go to the outside to look out.
"Fat man, come today." Boss Ma ordered.
The fat man smiled harmlessly now, and said to the tightly tied hawker: "Friend, take it, or you will suffer."
"I'm just a persimmon seller..." the vendor cried.
"I'm not a robber either!" The fat man suddenly turned his face after hearing this.
"Don't be nagging him, let's serve the big food." Boss Ma wanted to see the fat man's methods, so he said directly to the fat man.
"I'll get you something good to eat..." The fat man said and took a basket of persimmons from the side.
"These persimmons are good, try it?" the fat man said with a smile to the vendor.
The hawker closed his eyes and gritted his teeth when he heard this, not giving the fat man any chance.
But he saw the fat man's hands were like lightning. He reached out and pinched the hawker's cheeks. The fat man was a chef and his hands were very strong. The hawker opened his mouth involuntarily.
He couldn't help himself with this mouth. The fat man stuffed the persimmons into the hawker's mouth one by one like a stuffed duck...
After stuffing a few, the guy started rolling his eyes and getting queasy.
"How about it? Brother, if you don't recruit me, I won't force you, but you may become the first Japanese spy to be pushed to death." The fat man said with a smile.
"I...I said." The vendor said weakly.
Hearing this, the fat man let go of his hand, while the vendor kept retching.
"Give me some water," the vendor begged.
"You're still selling persimmons. Did you know that if you eat persimmons and drink cold water, you'll have to pull out your intestines... explain it first." The fat man slapped his head heavily and spat.
Boss Ma was convinced now. He didn't expect that this fat brother really had two skills. It seemed that he was really specialized in the art. He could even kill people by eating persimmons.
"I am an intelligence officer from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. My name is Oda Renji, code name Knot. I graduated from Toa Doubun Academy. I was ordered to lurk in Zhejiang Province in the 8th year of the Showa era...the 22nd year of the Republic of China..."
