The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

In the early morning of July 7, Mo Bin drove an ocean-going 11-ton bulk carrier, stained with blood and loaded with the corpses of Bangzi crew members, to the north of Bohai Bay.

After the patrolling coast guard ship discovered it, it contacted the ship through the radio, boarded the ship for inspection, and reported it quickly.

Under the calm surface, an extremely exaggerated martial law is brewing. The entire back of the Bohai Bay has been blocked by the military, and no one can get close to the sea for several kilometers.

Commander Mo Bin, who had an unshaven beard, a haggard face, and suffered two gunshot wounds, took over the command unceremoniously, surprising the old leaders and comrades who came to cooperate. This guy has such a high authority?

Knowing that President Wu and Vice President Li flew over directly on a special plane, these senior generals realized that their old subordinates and comrades were no longer what they used to be, and their hidden identities were even more mysterious.

Mr. Wu was extremely excited, and his thin cheeks trembled with excitement. What kind of great achievement is this? Moreover, Comrade Mo Bin killed decisively and cut off any clues. This is a very strategic thinking.

This large ship of supplies includes not only the big goose eggs and technical information we urgently need, but also those big disappearing machines and technology. These things are all things that we dare not even think about.

And there are also the gold and foreign exchange that the Japanese turtle has disappeared. How important it is. No words are needed at all. 215 tons of gold is almost as good as our gold reserves. Various foreign exchange worth 1.6 million US dollars. currency, even more than our foreign exchange reserves.

"Comrade Mo Bin, thank you for your hard work. Thank you for everything you have done for the country!" Mr. Wu said excitedly, holding Mo Bin's hand.

"This is what I should do. Mr. Wu, I have a request. Use some of the money to purchase food from abroad. There are too many people affected by the disaster in China. In addition, there are more than 3,000 tons of food on this ship. I need three hundred tons. One hundred tons will be given to my old army on the spot, and the other two hundred tons will be transported back to Beijing for me." Mo Bin made his request. The food on the ship was used to hide weapons and aircraft. .

"I agree to your request. The most important thing next is to take good care of your body. There are more important things waiting for you. You don't need to worry about these small things." Mr. Wu patted Mo Bin's hand. What a good comrade, he now realizes that Mo Bin's role is ten times and a hundred times more important than before!

The physical injuries, one on the abdomen and one on the arm, were all penetrating wounds. They were still shots fired by Mo Bin at himself in the space. As a person, you must learn to express yourself and not risk your life. It seems that all your achievements will be discounted. , what if someone finds fault?

Not worrying about one thing or another, the military hospital deployed a top-notch team to perform an operation specifically for Mo Bin under the condition of absolute confidentiality, and had the best recovery plan to ensure that his health would not be affected.

Mo Bin took the initiative to avoid the next thing. He didn't want to get involved in anything in the country. He just wanted to recuperate quietly and pay attention to the little things like eating, drinking and defecating.

Mr. Wu arranged for him to go to the 87 Nursing Home in Jinzhou, and a small western-style building was specially approved for him to live in. Moreover, arrangements have been made in Beijing. His parents, wife and children, including father-in-law and mother-in-law, will all be on a "business trip" to Jinzhou. Join him here, this is the best place for confidentiality work.

Comrade Lin Ying received the notice with a worried look on her face. She knew that her husband had another identity and was a senior leader of the military. Was the injury serious? Why don't you go back to Beijing?

Under special arrangements, Lin Ying put on a smile, took her parents, a pair of adopted children, and her chubby baby son in her arms, and boarded the train to the Northeast.

In Lingqian Cultural Street on the west side of Taoyuan Street in Jinzhou City, there is a villa area in the shade of trees on the undulating hillside with dozens of small Western-style buildings in different styles. The sun shines through the lush century-old trees, leaving mottled light and shadow on the long wall.

This is the "Baqi Sanatorium" of the military region. It is a division-level unit. Everyone who comes here is attracted by the beautiful environment and charming scenery.

I was curious about the unique European and Japanese-style courtyard villas standing against the backdrop of yew, green bamboo, green pines and cypresses, tall ginkgo, and brocade paintings.

Because this place is under the management of the army, few people usually visit it, so it is somewhat mysterious.

The sanatorium is located on Cultural Street on Lingqian Mountain. From 1904 to 1945, during the colonial rule of Xiaokaizi, this place was called the "Cultural Terrace". These dozens of small Western-style buildings were born in this changing era.

In 1952, the army established a sanatorium here, called the Northeast XX Army Sanatorium. It became one of the first three division-level sanatoriums established in the army, and it was also one of the few "sanatoriums" in the army and the country.

Four military vehicles filed in through the heavily guarded gate and stopped in front of a small European-style building. A tall and handsome officer jumped out of the vehicle.

"Everyone, please get out of the car. The leader is waiting for you inside." The young officer said politely to everyone. These are the family members of the young leader inside.

Mo Zhendong and his wife had never seen much of the world, but Lin Wenbiao and his wife had been in contact with each other often, so they were no strangers to this situation. Although they didn't know whether the leader inside was the son-in-law Mo Bin, they still smiled and thanked them.

A group of people walked into the first floor of the villa, and suddenly they saw a smiling young man in military uniform standing to greet them. Who else could he be if it wasn't Mo Bin?

"You brat, don't you know that Xiaoying and us are worried? Why aren't you at home in Jingbei?" Meng Xiumei felt relieved when she saw her son whom she hadn't seen for a long time, but she was also furious.

"Mom, don't be angry. Sit down and have a glass of water to rest. I'll explain it to you all later." Mo Bin smiled and helped his mother sit on the sofa, just in time to drink the tea she had made.

"You haven't taken over your fat son yet? You don't know how much this little guy can eat, and he doesn't take exams, but he tires Xiaoying out." Meng Xiumei looked at her fat grandson with a doting look on her face.

Mo Bin smiled and said hello to his father, father-in-law and mother-in-law, and hugged his adopted children. Then he smiled at Lin Ying and said, "Daughter-in-law, thank you for your hard work. Give me a hug for this brat."

Lin Ying looked at the beloved man in front of her. He seemed to have lost a lot of weight. It was impossible for him to be hungry, so he must be injured. Injured?

"Are you injured? Let me see where you are injured? Is it serious?" Lin Ying was concerned but confused, and asked a series of questions.

"Uh...it's okay. They're all minor injuries. They're almost healed...Okay, can I let you have a look? They are all penetrating wounds. They have been surgically cleaned and the wounds have begun to heal." Mo Bin had no choice. He had no choice but to take off his clothes and show his wife the well-bandaged wound.

Lin Ying and Meng Xiumei checked nervously. In fact, it was bandaged and nothing could be seen from the outside. Moreover, after so many days of treatment, coupled with his extraordinary health, the space spring water was quite powerful, as long as the wound was not touched directly. , it’s no longer a serious problem.

"Chenchen, come here and give me a hug. Do you miss me?" Mo Bin stretched out his hands and took over his fat son. This boy was more than eight months old and ate like a little egg.

Mo Chen, a kid, didn't know how to be a stranger at all. He had been pampered and hugged by countless people since he was a child. There were also many people wearing military uniforms and police uniforms. He didn't know what strangers were. He stared at Mo Bin and didn't recognize him!

Everyone looked at the two father-in-law with a smile. They had not seen each other for more than half a year since they were born. Seeing Mo Bin's current condition, they knew that he must be on an important mission.