[Bottle evil] Troop number zero

Chapter 57

Pan Zi is Wu Sansheng's subordinate and also Wu Sansheng's big buddy. Before they entered the army, Wu Sansheng always took Pan Zi to fight.When Wu Xie was a child, Pan Zi often accompanied Wu Xie to go crazy in the garden of Wu's family, letting Wu Xie ride on his neck to observe the nest of the house swallow.Then one day, Pan Zi became a captain and followed Wu Sansheng to encircle and suppress the red bandits across the country. During the second encirclement, Pan Zi disappeared, and his subordinates told Wu Sansheng that Pan Zi had died in battle, and they failed to bring the body out.

At that time, Wu Xie was still studying in Japan, and after receiving the bad news, he was haggard for a month.You must know that Wu Xie was very lonely when he was a child, and Pan Zi was like an uncle, an uncle who was younger than his own uncle.He knows a lot, and tells Wu Xie the twists and turns and bizarre stories in Douli. He is very strong, and in the eyes of little Wu Xie, he is like a giant standing upright.Such Pan Zi died, it is said that he died at the hands of the red bandits. After returning to China, Wu Xie devoted himself to joining the army. In addition to serving the motherland, he also had the idea of ​​following in Pan Zi's footsteps.It's just that he doesn't understand why the heroic Pan Zi died at the hands of his compatriots. Is the red bandit really so hateful?

Wu Xie curled up on a bed in a farmhouse. She said it was a bed, but it was actually a board with several layers of cloth on it. There were no pillows or covers.This house had been burned before, and when the bandits were being suppressed, the owner hid the red bandits, and was kidnapped by the friendly army together with the red bandits, and then disappeared.It was thanks to Pan Zi that Wu Xie was not killed but slept here.

Zhang Qiling stood beside Wu Xie's bed, quietly looking at Pan Zi opposite.Pan Zi was full of sorrow, and looked at Wu Xie with loving and respectful eyes, which made Zhang Qiling wonder, why did the other party have such eyes?

In fact, what Pan Zi saw was both Wu Xie and Wu Sansheng.After he was rescued, he became the Communist Party, which was also the group of people who were believed to have killed him.

"The little third master just came out of the bucket?" Pan Zi murmured.

Since only Zhang Qiling was awake here, Pan Zi must have asked Zhang Qiling.But Zhang Qiling was a dull man, Pan Zi asked him a question, but there was no response for a long time, and asked several times, but still didn't answer, so that Pan Zi once thought he was dumb or deaf.

Pan Zi looked at Wu Xie, and said softly, "Young Master, I'm sorry, I'm not dead, I was saved by them, it's not that I won't go back, I really dare not go back. Look at you, you've also become a member of the Kuomintang. Man, a scholar who aspires to serve the country, but asks you to fight, I disagreed with the third master from the beginning, but I can't help it."

Zhang Qiling listened carefully, but remained silent.

After a while, Pan Zi went out and stood at the door talking to the other red bandits. Later, he came in with a bowl of hot noodles and handed it to Zhang Qiling.

Looking at the noodles, Zhang Qiling didn't move his hand, only holding the knife. From entering the house to now, he never put it down.

"Are you the current Zhang Qiling of the Zhang family?" Pan Zi suddenly asked.

Zhang Qiling's gaze shifted from the noodles to Pan Zi's face, the other's eyes were sharp, with a dark vigor and stubbornness, like the old fox of the Wu family.

"I inquired about things in Nanjing later, so I knew about your character." Seeing that Zhang Qiling didn't answer, Pan Zi put the bowl on the wooden table next to him, "I used to work under the hands of the third master, and the third master was also watched by me." When I grow up, I will never ask anyone to harm him. It's just that I didn't expect the little third master to be with the Zhang family, and I'm a little surprised to see you protecting him so tightly." The relationship between the Zhang family and the Wu family is Pan Zi Zi knew best, but he thought it strange that the current Zhang Qiling would protect Wu Xie in this way instead of simply throwing his little third master to die in the wilderness.However, he has experienced so many things and met so many people, he can tell at a glance whether Zhang Qiling is sincerely protecting Wu Xie, that's why he said this to Zhang Qiling.

"I think you treated his wounds. There should be no serious problems. The medicines in your family are all ancient prescriptions with miraculous effects. Everyone in the industry knows about them. You should eat something first, let the third master rest for a while, and then Hurry up and leave, after all, you are enemies now, and the Kuomintang is chasing after us, if it wasn't for the flash floods, they would have attacked us long ago, and we would have moved too." Pan Zi smiled wryly.

Zhang Qiling looked at the bowl of noodles again, the clear soup lacked water, and there was no trace of oil, and the yellowed noodles were soaked in clear boiling water, which became the only food that the Red Bandits could afford.

Zhang Qiling turned sideways, Pan Zi raised his eyebrows in surprise, he didn't know what the other party meant, wasn't he satisfied with the food?

The Zhang family also held a birthday banquet in Nanjing back then, and they were important figures in their clan. Pan Zi had the honor to go there with Wu Sansheng. That scene was so exquisite, ho!It's an old big family.But people who fight all the year round can't be picky about food, why is Zhang Qiling turning sideways here?Do you want to wake up the third master and let him eat first?

Pan Zi was wrong, Zhang Qiling just took out his patriarch's seal from Wu Xie's treasure bag, raised his head, and said flatly, "Do you have any ink?"

Pan Zi looked at him suspiciously, "What are you going to do?"

"I won't harm you." Zhang Qiling put the patriarch's seal on the table.

Pan Zi is a man of knowledge. This alpine pigeon eye gravel is translucent throughout, slightly brittle and slightly firm in texture. The vermilion texture is covered with red spots of different colors, and there are occasional gold sand in the spot. It is a divine product handed down from generation to generation.

"Do you have a pen and ink?" Zhang Qiling asked again, it is impossible for a person with Pan Zi's character to carry a pen with him.

Pan Zi nodded, and went out to get a brush and letter paper.

Zhang Qiling put down the black gold ancient knife, picked up a pen and wrote a few vertical lines on the letter paper, Pan Zi looked at it, and found that he could fully bear the praise of the iron and silver hook, then took his seal and dipped it in black ink, and stamped Zhang Qiling on the signature. three words.

"A bank in any city can receive cash with this document. The amount should not be too large. Just leave after receiving it. Don't stay. You can find a way to contact me after you use it."

Pan Zi opened his mouth and looked at Zhang Qiling in a daze.Zhang Qiling wiped the seal, stuffed it into the treasure bag, and placed it next to Wu Xie's head.

"Excuse me..." Pan Zi asked suspiciously, "Why did you do this? Do you know what the consequences will be if you provide us with funds and are found out? And why did you put such an important item in the third master's place?"

Zhang Qiling glanced at Pan Zi, and said lightly, "I gave this to him."

"why?"

"condition."

"what?"

Zhang Qiling turned his face away and fell silent.

"That money..."

Still silent.

Pan Zi closed his mouth resentfully, looked at Zhang Qiling, then at Wu Xie, and walked out quickly.He was very happy to get the funding. Now that the situation is tense, they won't be able to use it for a while, but they will definitely use it in the future. Zhang Qiling seems to be different from the Kuomintang officers he has come into contact with before. Maybe he is also a red thinking person.Birds of a feather flock together, and people are divided into groups. Where will the friends of the third master be so bad?

Zhang Qiling sat down, took the noodles that had been de-heated, looked at the soup inside, gradually reflected the rainstorm in front of his eyes, and said to Wu Xie, "Why don't you bring a Wu hook, man?"

And, Wu Xie's impassioned response.