The Portable Farm in the Siheyuan

In addition to weapons, ammunition, and daily necessities, there are a lot of other things. There are no old banknotes, and there are three boxes of the second set of Big Black Ten.

In addition to the foreign currency they exchange, there are also a lot of bills. Although most of them are Northeast bills, there are also some national unified bills. These guys also have to travel.

There are piles of antiques, calligraphy and paintings, jewelry, jade, and all kinds of porcelain here. The gold alone weighs three tons. When Xiao Liuzi gave it away to his hometown, Xiao Guizi searched desperately for it!

It's really not easy to evaluate this hero. If you talk too much, he will probably be criticized. It's hard to evaluate his merits and demerits in this life, it just depends on which perspective you stand on.

Mo Bin swept away the basement. The value of the place in the future will not be too great. He has no need to keep it, so he might as well seal up the basement.

Going outside, the main room and the east wing both have the atmosphere of life. In order to prevent leaks, he simply put them all into the space. It is better to give away old clothes and quilts than to waste them here.

There are also two 90% new bicycles and a 90% new radio. These two little turtles are not short of money. Everything here is not bad.

I checked carefully and found nothing was missing. I locked the door, got on a bicycle, and left as if nothing had happened.

Of course he didn't want to drive over such a long distance, it would be too painful, and although the train was quite slow, it arrived at night anyway, so he still had plenty of time.

With a set of fake documents in the space and an inseparable letter of introduction, he became a Fengtian citizen who was going to visit relatives in Bingcheng.

Mo Bin felt very uncomfortable when he saw the train going north. He was old, weak, sick, with a family to support, hungry children, and old people with dull eyes. For a moment, he felt a little ashamed. No matter how much food there was in the space, he would not take it. If you don’t give it to them, you can’t take it out.

A soul from later generations is really shocked at this moment. Reading information, reading novels, and watching movies are far less shocking than seeing it in person.

It’s just that the reality is here. Not to mention Mo Bin, a mortal, the gods and Buddhas all over the sky have also chosen to turn a blind eye. We can’t just say that the gods in our own family are inactive. God has also ignored his devout people!

"Grandpa, I'm hungry!" came a voice like a kitten.

"Good girl, drink some water. You won't be hungry when you fall asleep." The old voice coaxed the child weakly, and he had to persevere to have hope.

"Will Daddy come to pick up Xiaohua? Daddy is a great hero, he will definitely come to pick up Xiaohua!" The little girl was so thin that only her big head was left, and she said to herself.

"Grandpa, tell us more about my father's fight against Japanese invaders. Listening to the story will make you feel less hungry." A little boy of seven or eight years old said.

Mo Bin suddenly turned his head and saw an old man with gray hair and beard, wearing a patched and tattered cotton coat, with a four or five-year-old little girl in his arms, and a little boy clinging to his side.

Maybe the three of them didn't have seats, so the old man sat on the ground with a shabby package next to him. It looked like there was a quilt inside.

Mo Bin's seat belongs to the last row, a four-seater next to the water boiler. He is next to the aisle. There is a young woman inside, and a middle-aged couple sitting opposite.

This is also the connection point between the two carriages. There are at least a dozen people of different sizes, and they probably have the same idea. At least it is convenient to drink hot water, and they can still drink enough.

At this moment, the conductor pushed a cart and started selling lunch boxes. Each portion cost 30 cents. It was rice with one meat and one vegetable. Although there were only a few slices of meat the size of fingernails, the key was not to get a ticket!

Many people have bought it. After all, there are not many opportunities like this, but most people are still reluctant to buy it or have no money to buy it.

There were also wealthy people who made plans, and the conductor said coldly, "Each person can only buy one!"

But this is not difficult for people with developed cerebellums, they can let those who don’t buy it buy it on their behalf! However, this risk is relatively high. After all, they are all hungry people. It is not safe to ask them to buy hot rice and meat dishes on their behalf.

Mo Bin stood up and walked over to the two men and squatted down in front of them, "Uncle, how about we discuss something? Buy three lunch boxes for me. I only need two. You three can eat the remaining one to half full."

"Really...really?" The old man stuttered as he was knocked unconscious by the pie falling from the sky.

"Really, I heard you chatting. Your son is a hero who fights against Japanese invaders. I believe you because I have also beaten foreign Japanese soldiers." Two toffee appeared in Mo Bin's hand, and he stuffed them into his side. He put it into the mouths of the two children, his movements were very fast, and his body was blocking it, so only the three of them knew what was going on.

"Master..." Before the little girl could make a sound of surprise, the shrewd old man covered her mouth.

"Don't worry, I, Old Wu, will not embarrass my son even if I starve to death. He lost an arm in the Northern Dynasty and several toes were frozen off. Now he is defending the Bingcheng Electric Meter Factory." The old man said in a low voice, if he could With a box of food, the three of us can at least hold on until we get off the bus.

Mo Bin handed him a dollar and stood up and returned to his seat. He was not helping without any bottom line, it was just a small test of their character.

Not to mention this small amount of money, even if you invite all the passengers on the train to eat together until the terminal, it is not a problem. The key point is that you cannot do this kind of thing to save all sentient beings, unless he is dead!

There are two important reasons why he is willing to help this family. The first is that cute and pitiful little girl. He also had a daughter in his previous life, and he really couldn't bear to see her.

The second reason is that the heroes they call, the heroes who fight Japanese invaders. Judging by their age, it is estimated that they are more likely to fight American turtles. Then they are his comrades on the battlefield in the Northern Dynasties, so it is natural to take care of them.

The conductor finally came over. Most of the aluminum lunch boxes stacked high on the cart were missing. They were very popular!

In their booth, everyone bought one, including Mo Bin himself. He ate box lunches throughout the trip and did not go to the dining car to eat stir-fried stir-fry. Each pork cutlet was $1 or two. It was not that he couldn’t afford it. He's too lazy to bother, and he's not greedy, so he might as well give it to those in need.

Old man Wu stood up nervously, holding a dollar in his hand and clutching it tightly, "I'll buy three boxes."

The conductor didn't look down on others. The environment was like this. There were too many of them on the whole train. He was probably numb. He handed over three boxes of aluminum lunch boxes and a dime.

"Comrade, here are your two boxes of lunch, as well as the change. As agreed, this box belongs to me, right?" Old man Wu looked at Mo Bin expectantly.

Mo Bin smiled, very happily. Old Man Wu's behavior gave him great comfort. No matter when, he always believed in people with responsibilities and kindness.

How can those Westernized barbarians understand the glory of our Chinese nation for thousands of years, the culture and virtues passed down by our hard-working and beautiful people for thousands of years?

In my previous life, I read countless fan novels and was shocked by the hostility and villains throughout. Although it was a special era, the writing was really scary. If everyone is so selfish and vicious, How can there be a prosperous China? Maybe they can't even drive away the invaders, let alone win the battles against foreign enemies one after another!

After time travel, it can be said that Mo Bin is kind to everyone, whether it is his family, relatives, comrades-in-arms, or even the demonized neighbors in the courtyard, because of the view in his heart that human nature is inherently good.

Old Man Wu's duty gave him the best answer, and also allowed his gradually changing heart to have a lower limit. Otherwise, if he had a game mentality, he really wouldn't know how it would end.

To give the simplest example, many people have played a game called Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas, and similar role-playing games. Mo Bin has seen many people, including himself, killing people randomly. , bump into each other, the worst thing is to play it again!

The stronger his ability and control, the more problems he will have with his mentality. He will gradually treat everyone as an NPC, which will be a big trouble!

Mo Bin reached out and took the two lunch boxes and a dime, placed them on the table in front of him, took out an insulated bucket from his travel bag, poured the two boxes of lunch into it, and then handed the empty lunch box to Old Man Wu.

"Yes, we are all reputable people. That box is your reward. These two empty boxes are for you to use. Share them with your children quickly. The conductor will come back later to collect the lunch boxes." Mo Bin said with a smile. arrive.