Rain, the thirteenth day of the first lunar month.
The sky was gray and it wasn't raining, but the clouds were so low that it was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
The puppet soldiers in the stronghold were doing nothing as usual, pushing Pai Gow to pass the time.
Xu San had no interest in this, so he grabbed a handful of peanuts and went to the yard to get some air.
This is the last day of his shift, and tomorrow is the day to go home and fix things.
However, his heart didn't seem to be focused on it.
Because the puppet troops stationed in Pingan County will start a new round of construction of strongholds and gun towers ten days later, on March 1 of the Gregorian calendar.
By that time, not to mention taking a break, even taking a vacation will have to wait until the Year of the Monkey and the Horse.
However, according to Xu San's knowledge of history, most of these gun towers and strongholds were built by the surrounding villagers, while the puppet soldiers only acted as overseers.
In other words, a new round of catching young men has begun.
He didn't know about other teams. The mission of his team was to build two gun towers and a stronghold, and the time limit was one month.
The construction schedule is tight!
Heavy task!
Xu San counted the days, and it was Qingming Festival in one month.
As the saying goes, people are busy planting wheat during the Qingming Festival. The Qingming Festival is the day when spring wheat is sown in the north.
The Japanese's plan was so good that they could just go back to farming after building the turrets. This really squeezed the working people of China to the limit.
However, this matter is a major historical process, and Xu San cannot interfere.
All he can do is to let his fellow villagers receive less whipping and eat two more cornrows.
Now the snow has begun to melt, the earth has begun to show its true colors, and some strong grass has begun to show its buds.
Chen Changhai's injury has basically healed, but his walking style is still a little weird. He moved from the thorn to Xu San's side and whispered: "Third Master, do you think there is really something wrong with me?"
Xu San turned his head and looked at the unlucky child carefully. His face was rosy and he looked good. "What's wrong? Aren't you pretty good? I don't think there's anything wrong with your injury."
"Is the injury on the back almost healed? But on the front..." Chen Changhai continued to say to Xu San in an inaudible voice.
Front?
What's going on in front of you?
It couldn't be... gonorrhea, syphilis, AIDS, right?
Thinking of this, Xu San was so frightened that he jumped three feet away.
"Third Master, what are you hiding from? I'm not sick!" With that said, Chen Changhai took a step forward.
Xu San took a step back, "I know, people who are sick say they are not sick."
"I'm really not sick! It's just..."
"Just what?" Xu San asked.
"It's just...that one doesn't work anymore?"
Damn, it turned out to be just Yang Wei, I thought it was that.
But you're so fucking useless, why did you tell me, I'm not a doctor.
Although Xu San felt disgusted, he still patiently asked about the reason.
"Third Master, don't you think I'm vain?" Chen Changhai still whispered.
Xu San nodded, I did fool you like this at that time.
"After I went back, I got some medicine, and then I stopped working!"
"Where did you get the medicine? Didn't I ask you to go to the nursery school?" Xu San was puzzled. The nursery school in Ping'an City has a good reputation. There should be no problem of selling fake medicines and killing people.
"The medicine in the nursery is not too expensive, and it's not easy for us to use strong medicine because of their background, so we looked for one..."
What did you find?
A small advertisement on a telephone pole?
Is that something available these days?
Out of curiosity, Xu San asked: "What kind of medicine did you take? Where did you buy it?"
"That day when I went to Fireworks Alley, there was a young man who looked fair and fair. When he saw my face, he said that I was weak, and then recommended the Golden Gun to me. I took it after buying it, and it was fine at the time. Then it didn’t work anymore.”
Xu San held back his joy and thought to himself, are you unlucky, unlucky, or have the expiration date of the hair wax expired?
"How many days has it been?" Xu San continued to ask.
"It's been seven days, and so far, there's been no reaction at all." Chen Changhai shook his head and sighed, looking like he was dying.
Xu San looked at his bearish look and wanted to ignore it, but if he didn't, he might be stuck with this unlucky child. He had no choice but to say to Chen Changhai: "You'd better go to the nursery to see if someone dares to give him this name." , there must be some achievements in this area, don’t be reluctant to spend money!”
Xu San had no choice but to tell him to go to a regular medical institution.
"Okay!" Chen Changhai gritted his teeth, "Tomorrow I will go to the nursery to find that pretty boy and kill him with one shot!"
Xu San also echoed fiercely, "Yes, kill him. I am the most cruel person to anyone who sells fake medicines."
He gritted his teeth as he said it, but in his heart Xu San felt that this person was a talented person who could make fake medicine and turn people into Yang Wei.
If you have the chance to buy some, Yin is still a good choice.
"But that kid is not a local. I'm afraid he would have run away after so many days." Chen Changhai said with a frown.
"How do you know you're not a local?" Xu San asked.
"Listen to the accent!"
"What's his accent?"
"I think he's from the Northeast. He speaks very hard and feels a bit tongue-tied."
He has a big tongue and sounds like a Northeastern accent. Isn't this a little devil?
In Xu San's impression, only Japanese people speak Chinese with a stiff intonation and a bit of a big tongue.
It's just that the little devil pretended to be Chinese and went to Fireworks Alley to sell fake medicine. What was the purpose of this?
This question is really thought-provoking.
Doesn't it have any connection with that special force in the Northeast?
Xu San is a person who understands history and also knows the criminal activities of the little devils.
Since it was medicine, he couldn't help but think of that army.
And this association is very relevant.
Therefore, the little pill Chen Changhai mentioned is like a starting point in a mind map, infinitely extending to many possible troubles.
Xu San stood up and stretched: "Remember to call me when you go. I hate this kind of charlatan the most! And he dared to deceive us. This is really a long-term birthday star who has eaten arsenic and is tired of living. ! Catch him when the time comes, so that he knows what Prince Ma has three eyes!"
After hearing Xu San's words, Chen Changhai immediately smiled and said, "Okay, with your third master's words, I feel relieved."
To be honest, Chen Changhai really didn't dare to find a place by himself, because these days it was easy to hide from open guns, but hard to guard against hidden arrows. If things went wrong, he would just sail in the ditch.
And with Xu San, the "gun god" in charge, he has more confidence.
He put the gun on his back and stretched his hands and feet: "I'm going out to do some activities. Brother Chen, you don't have to follow me. I'll be back in two hours at most."
"Okay, you can do whatever you want. I'll go back and boil the wine right away. I'll make sure it's just right when you come back!"
