The Plow

When Ling Shu woke up, the rain that had been raining all night finally stopped.

After the sun cleared outside, even the wind disappeared without a trace under the threat of the sun. Last night, roaring and shouting with teeth and claws was like a dream from the past. Grass and trees were blessed with grace, one by one scrambling to stretch their bodies, nestling lazily on their one-third of an acre of land, Not wanting to move at all.

Just like the current Lingshu.

He was awake, but his body was still clamoring for sleep, hugging the coat and robe that was covered by someone who didn't know who was covering him, half awake listening to the movement outside.

Yue Dingtang and Lao Yuan were talking about transporting treasures.

Yue Dingtang: "Is Deputy Mayor Jin reliable?"

Old Yuan hummed: "There is one of the pagodas in the box, and there is also an isolated copy of the Song Dynasty, which was given to the old man by Deputy Mayor Jin. I don't think he will go back on his word on this kind of thing and go fishing on purpose."

Yue Dingtang said in a deep voice: "Does he know that once this matter is exposed, he will be at risk?"

Deputy Mayor Jin is a Manchurian, and he is also a Manchurian who succumbs to the power and is an official under the puppet regime. Even if he is in a good position now, the Japanese seem to respect him, but these are superficial efforts and only establish On the basis that Deputy Mayor Jin is willing to be a puppet with peace of mind.

If the situation in the city is full of turmoil, and the matter of Deputy Mayor Jin transporting treasures out of the country is exposed, I am afraid that his identity will not be able to protect him.

Old Yuan said: "I've met this man a few times, I can't tell you well, but I remember the old man's evaluation of him. He said that although the Jin family has a disadvantage, he has no loss of temperament. He knows what he is doing. , I also know that I have no face to meet my ancestors, but I don't want the things of my ancestors to fall into the hands of foreign races, so I want to pretend to be in the hands of the old man, so I can feel less guilty."

In troubled times, people who drift with the tide may not have their own ideas, everyone has their own difficulties, and heinous crimes are rare after all, but if there is no old man Guan, the deputy mayor Jin may not have the courage to throw everything at him. He spent his whole life in mediocrity and was dragged around like a puppet.

"That Mr. Liu, isn't he with Vice Mayor Jin?"

It was Ling Shu who spoke.

He was finally willing to get out of the warm blanket and sit up, but it was still tightly packed, with his head exposed, looking more and more like a tumbler.

Yue Dingtang said: "The person behind Mr. Liu is Bao Mushou, and the backer of Deputy Mayor Jin is Tanaka from the Kwantung Army. Although they belong to the Kwantung Army, they also have internal conflicts. Baomu and Tanaka , has always been fighting endlessly due to political differences. Baomu is responsible for the connection between Northeast China and Shanghai. It was Mr. Cheng’s business before. He took advantage of the anger of the big man in the Kwantung Army to point out that Mr. Liu under Baomu was suspected of dereliction of duty or even collaborating with the enemy."

Ling Shu continued: "So Mr. Liu, as Baomu's right-hand man, Tanaka wanted to get rid of him a long time ago. If you kill him, you will not be held accountable."

Yue Dingtang nodded: "Afterwards, Baomu must have suspected that it was Tian Zhong's hand, and he was too busy dealing with the wrath of that big man, so he had no time to pay attention to me. When he comes back to his senses, it is unknown whether he can keep his family and life. I left Fengtian a long time ago, so the cooperation with the Yue family is naturally out of the question."

Ling Shu raised his eyebrows: "But if you ruined your second brother's good deed, won't you be held accountable when you go back?"

Yue Dingtang: "They are all brothers, what else can he do besides scolding me?"

These words are completely rogue, especially when they are said with a serious expression, there is a sense of humor.

Ling Shu wanted to say something, but sneezed.

"Whose clothes belong to, why does it smell?"

Old Yuan didn't care about it: "The mink coats I picked off from those old men, aren't they very warm? I also specially gave you Ivanov's one, he wears it best."

The corner of Ling Shu's mouth twitched. It was a bit awkward at first, but then he thought about the past on the battlefield, not to mention the clothes of the dead, they even slept next to the dead. He probably lived too comfortably day after day after removing the armor. It feels awkward to wear a dead man's clothes.

It was awkward, and the spring was cold, so he pulled up the fur collar again, almost burying his head in it.

"When will the coffin of Deputy Mayor Jin's mother come?"

"It should be tomorrow morning."

Yue Dingtang looked at the two sick patients. They either had gunshot wounds on their bodies or their legs and feet were not flexible. Let alone a day, they might be uncomfortable for a long time. What's more, they have to move things to cover the coffin when they enter the temple tomorrow, and they don't know what they will face. What an unexpected situation.

"I'm going down the mountain to find the doctor now, you stay here."

Among the three, only his legs can walk normally.

Old Yuan frowned: "Now? The city isn't under strict investigation, how do you get in and out?"

Yue Dingtang turned around and left without looking back, he raised the tissue paper in his hand.

"Mr. Liu's passport allows him to freely enter and exit Fengtian City."

Old Yuan hesitated to speak, and couldn't stop him, so he could only watch helplessly as his back quickly disappeared down the forest path down the mountain.

Ling Shu drank a bowl of water, ate half a piece of cake, and watched Lao Yuan pacing back and forth in front of him countless times with his hands behind his back. From solemn expression to sighing, he was like an anxious and irritable rooster with drooping tail feathers.

"Don't go around in circles, my eyes are dazzled, I have to go outside! Lao Yue went out for a while, why are you like a resentful woman who keeps her empty boudoir alone? You two have a long talk all night, it's hard Can't we talk about eachother?"

Old Yuan turned around abruptly: "As soon as he left, I thought of something. His family has no ties to the Japanese. What if what he said was all to paralyze us, and he turned around and went down the mountain and never came back? What should we do? "

Ling Shu: "You ask me, who do I ask? We are old and weak now, and we have to carry the box for a long time. Let alone hiding it, we can't run away. If it is really like what you said, then we can only catch it with nothing! "

Old Yuan: "You also think he can't be trusted?"

Ling Shu: "Aren't I doing this to obey your words? Everyone has left, what's the use of worrying about it now, come on, drink water or drink?"

"Drink a fart!"

Lao Yuan sat down by the fire, and began to learn from the pain.

"Hey, it's all my fault. It's too easy to trust others. Seeing his sanctimonious face, I let him go without knowing it! It's okay if he doesn't come back, but I'm afraid he will find someone to go up the mountain to catch people and seize treasures. Then we If you do it, all your previous efforts will be in vain!"

Ling Shu lazily said: "Then you have leaked all my old background."

Old Yuan: "Did you hear it all? Didn't you sleep?"

Ling Shu: "Woke up in the middle of the night, heard something vaguely, turned around and fell asleep again."

Lao Yuan: "Aren't I doing this for you? I'm afraid that he will harbor ill feelings toward you and affect your friendship. After all, you will still work under him in the future. Speaking of which, how do you think he treats you?"

Ling Shu: "It's okay."

Lao Yuan: "What do you mean okay?"

Ling Shu counted with his fingers.

"He asked me to buy cigarettes, and I bargained with the cigarette dealers to get some kickbacks. He asked me to sort out the files, and I dozed off in the office. He asked me to decline suitors, and I asked the girl to turn to him. I'm interested. Basically, I eat dinner at his house five out of seven days a week, and the other two meals can be spent at any time, without spending too much. He hasn't fired me so far, is it okay?"

Old Yuan stared: "Is that okay? He hasn't strangled you yet?"

Ling Shu: "Didn't I not want to be his subordinate at that time, did I try to get him to drive me away?"

Old Yuan sighed: "If Yue Dingtang hadn't been a great evil man, he would definitely be a kind person. After all, few bosses can tolerate your troubles like this!"

Ling Shu laughed dryly, but didn't say anything, what he thought in his heart was: Isn't that right, Lao Tzu's retribution is coming, and I have taken advantage of the sky, where can I justify it?