Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

The person who is most anxious now is not He Daqing, but Ma Liu.

Although he and the Qing Dynasty are not on the same boat, they are still passengers on the same boat.

He put himself in He Daqing's shoes and felt that if He Daqing was exposed, he would definitely be exposed.

So as soon as everyone left the police station, he found an excuse to slip away.

I trotted all the way to He Daqing's house.

"Sister-in-law, sister-in-law, pack up your things quickly. Someone will come to search the house soon. If there are any taboos in the house, hide them quickly."

When Li Wanqiu heard this, her heart started pounding.

There are many taboo things in the house.

She used to have a radio, a pistol, and now she has rice and flour.

Even the gunshot wound in her leg looked a little dangerous.

She didn't know where He Daqing hid the things, but she felt that it should be in this house.

"Apart from the food at home, there is nothing taboo.

Or you can do me a favor and go to the Tan Mansion to call He Daqing back.

I just got married a few days ago, I don't know what he has.

I am a weak woman, it is not convenient for me to go out, and my legs and feet are not good. "

Ma Liu didn't care about anything else and turned around and ran.

But after I ran a few steps, a sentence echoed in my mind: I am a weak woman.

He didn't think Li Wanqiu was a weak woman. At least she looked so calm last night and didn't look like a weak woman at all.

If Li Wanqiu is considered a weak woman, then his wife can also be considered as a coward.

Ma Liu had just run out of the courtyard not far when he saw He Daqing rushing towards him.

"Mr. He, you are finally back. I will check it out later. You should go home and pack up quickly.

This time, not only the police are involved in the inspection, but each team also has a Japanese soldier. You must deal with them thoroughly.

If our people get into trouble, we can bribe them with money, but sometimes money doesn’t work well with the Japanese.”

"Okay, thanks."

When He Daqing returned home, the first thing he did was to take the rice and flour and put them into the package.

Then put away all the things with blood stains.

I checked everything and found nothing wrong.

"Where did you hide the radio and the gun? Is it safe?"

What Li Wanqiu cares about most is the radio station. She wants to contact her superiors all the time.

But He Daqing never created any opportunities for her.

These days, the focus of their lives has always been He Daqing.

She was so focused on helping He Daqing deal with the aftermath that she had no time to contact her superiors.

"Don't worry, you won't find it. Just wait at home."

The two waited at home for less than an hour before a small team of police officers led a Japanese soldier into the courtyard.

As soon as we arrived at the front yard, there was a very loud noise.

In addition to Yan Bugui, there is actually another one in the front yard.

They live opposite Yan Bugui.

This family was originally a family of three.

Men pull rickshaws during the day, and women wash other people's wives' smelly socks or something.

There is also a daughter.

However, this daughter was brought by the woman and was not the man’s biological daughter.

When men are alive, their lives are still manageable.

But when the man died, life became increasingly difficult for the mother and daughter.

The woman Yuerong had to make a living from men.

It is precisely because of this that the mother and daughter are not welcome in the courtyard.

Neither the Yan Bugui family nor the Jia Yuan family was willing to pay attention to the mother and daughter.

Even the former He Daqing would look disgusted every time he passed by their house.

After searching Yan Bugui's house, nothing was found.

Then these people rushed to Yuerong's house.

After entering the house, he was particularly unrestrained, rummaging through the drawers and cabinets, not at all polite like he was at Yan Bugui's house.

Yuerong and her daughter were already on the verge of death, so how could there be any good things?

I turned the house upside down but didn't find a penny.

“Taijun, there are no suspicious items in this house.

"Mrs. Majesty, Majesty."

The Japanese soldiers' attention was now all on the 13-year-old child Yueya.

I didn't pay any attention to what Ma Liu said.

Seeing the Japanese like this, Ma Liu was shocked.

He was not worried that Yueya would be bullied by the Japanese.

What he was worried about was that He Daqing would act in the name of justice and send the Japanese away on the spot when he saw them being so presumptuous.

"Taijun, there are several families behind us. Should we do the business first?"

Ma Liu pulled the Japanese soldier a few times, and he finally came to his senses.

"Yoshi, Miss Hua is so pretty!"

After hearing what the Japanese said, Ma Liu also looked at Yueya.

I have to say that 13-year-old Yueya is really pretty.

Those are willow-leaf eyebrows and cherry lips, everyone who sees them wants to look at them.

Although her face is still a little immature, it is obvious that she is a beauty.

She stood timidly in the corner, which made people feel pity for her.

Ma Liu thought to himself, “It’s really hard to see the darkest place under the lamp. How come I only saw such a beautiful person today?

Alas, if things go wrong, the Japanese will get the upper hand.

The Japanese are a bunch of bastards. They don't know how to feel pain for a beautiful woman. If things go wrong, this crescent moon may end up as a military prostitute.

Alas, how pitiful! If I had discovered it earlier, I could have saved her.

Being my mistress is better than being abused by the Japanese devils."

"Madam, Madam, business is more important. I'll take care of this beautiful girl for you. Please come over in the evening."

"Yoshi, Yoshi, you are a good citizen."

The Japanese soldier praised the Ma Liu and then came to the central courtyard.

When we arrived at the central courtyard, we went straight to the Jia family.

At this time, only Jia Zhang and Jia Dongxu were at home.

No one gave these policemen red envelopes, but they didn't show any courtesy and just rummaged through the house as soon as they entered.

"Hmm? Taijun, look."

A lackey ran up to the Japanese soldier with a small bowl of noodles and handed it to him like he was presenting a treasure.

When Jia Zhang saw half a bowl of noodles in her house turned out, her heart almost jumped out.

In the morning, He Daqing and Li Wanqiu together filled a large bowl for her.

If He Yuzhu had a large appetite, there would definitely be no leftovers from that meal.

But Jia Dongxu was weak and couldn't eat that much.

There was about 1/3 of the noodles left, which Jia Zhang saved for him to mix with the mixed noodles in the evening.

I never expected that someone would come to search my house.

Several ideas popped into her mind.

"How about selling out He Daqing?

No, that's too unfair.

Otherwise, this bowl of noodles was begged for?

No, who can throw away half a bowl of noodles these days?

Or why don’t you say you bought it with your own money?

No, this kid is here. If you say you bought this noodle yourself, you must ask where you bought it. "

After thinking for a long time, she still couldn't come up with a reasonable reason.

Sweat slowly began to form on my forehead.

The Japanese soldier first looked at the noodles, then picked up one with his hands and put it in his mouth.

"Hmm, it tastes good. Tell me! Who ate this?"

Jia Zhang's mother and son hugged each other tightly, not daring to say a word.

It is a crime for Chinese people to eat rice and white flour these days.

It is clearly written into the legal provisions.

Chinese people who eat rice and white flour are economic criminals and will be severely punished.

The lightest punishment was to be slapped violently on both sides of the face, or to kneel in the sun.

The worst case was that the Japanese used bayonets to pierce the stomachs of economic criminals in the street.

When Ma Liu saw this situation, he guessed that this bowl of noodles must have been given by He Daqing.

He came forward and slapped Jia Zhang twice.

"Asshole, you guys can eat this? Let me tell you, even if you picked it up or wanted it, you are not allowed to eat it. Even if you feed it to a dog, you are not allowed to eat it. Do you understand?"

Jia Zhang no longer had the rage to throw a tantrum, and just kept nodding in agreement.

After Ma Liu finished fighting, he trotted over to the Japanese.

"Taijun, you see, I gave this old woman a severe lesson."

Seeing that the little devil's face did not improve, Ma Liu continued

"How about that? Let's fine them. Look, they are rich and can eat white flour. They must have a lot of silver dollars!"

When the Japanese soldier saw Ma Liu's gesture of counting money, his eyes lit up.

The sinister expression just now immediately turned into a money-grubbing look.