Lips and teeth are cold.

Not to mention Luo Yao’s friendship with Tang Xin, he still understands this truth. The existence of the Military Control Commission Jiangcheng District can at least share half of his pressure.

Therefore, Tang Xin wanted to rebuild Jiangcheng District, and Luo Yao generously sent some supplies, including various weapons, ammunition and radio stations.

How can Tang Xin contact his subordinates without a radio station?

Relying on manpower to deliver messages is too time-consuming. Sometimes, it is often a life that is one second faster.

"I feel wronged, Brother Tang."

Under Luo Yao's arrangement, Tang Xin mixed with the charcoal sellers and sneaked out of the French Concession. In addition to the concession, someone would come to him, so he didn't have to worry about this.

Tang Xin's group suffered little losses, and they basically evacuated from the city safely, plus some of the people under Li Guochen who escaped by chance.

The losses of personnel in the Military Control Commission Jiangcheng District were not too great, but the hard arrangement for more than half a year was a silence. With Li Guochen's familiarity and understanding of the Military Control Commission Jiangcheng District, the Japanese secret service agencies will inevitably gain a certain advantage in the future.

"Thank you, Brother Luo, this time my brother is able to survive from death. If I can meet again, I will definitely invite you to have a big drink!"

"must!"

...

"Team leader, this Deputy District Mayor Tang is a person with a temperament and deserves a visit." Mancang stood behind Luo Yao and said in a low voice. Although he and Tang Xin were together for a short time, they were still in harmony and were very worried about him.

"There are not many such types in the Military Control Commission."

"Team leader, now we are the only one who stays in the city and fights alone?" Mancang said.

"The Japanese have just cracked down on our Jiangcheng District mechanism and are in full swing. Let's avoid the edge first." Luo Yao was not afraid, but there was no need to face the enemy's head at this time, as that would undoubtedly lead to self-destruction.

"I understand, it's just that brothers are holding their breath in their hearts."

"Don't be anxious, there will be a chance for them to breathe." Luo Yao nodded, "I would like to emphasize discipline to the people below, and don't be in vain."

"yes."

"In the past few days, someone named Yang Fan may come to me. Keep the person for me and then notify me immediately." Luo Yao ordered.

"Yang Fan, who is?"

“A useful person.”

Mancang scratched his sparsely-haired head, a little confused, but Luo Yao had already gone away and it was hard to catch up and ask.

Anyway, you should know what you should know, and you will naturally know it then.

...

"According to your instructions, I have secretly followed up and investigated his whereabouts." Gong Hui said, "This guy said nothing to me, without hiding it at all."

"Has he been to Jiangcheng Secret Service Department?"

"I basically go there every day, as if I'm reporting to work." Gong Hui said.

Luo Yao nodded: "This is not difficult to explain. Toshio Fujiwara must have another identity, an intelligence officer of the Japanese Army."

"Then we can't let it go."

"How is the traitor investigating?" Luo Yao changed his mind and asked another question.

"Jiang Lianwen, the driver of Jiangcheng District, and Ding Li, the orderly soldier of Li Guochen, spent money and had a bad lifestyle. He owed a lot of money outside. He was chasing debts by the creditors and borrowed money from Li Guochen. Li Guochen did not lend money, and even scolded them. The two of them held grudges and turned against the enemy together. That night, these two people led the Japanese to directly surrounded the Lixin Building on Dongting Street!" Gong Hui said.

"These two should be killed!"

"These two are now protected by the Japanese. It is difficult for them to assassinate or assassinate them." Gong Hui said again.

"Send a decent man to stare at these two people. If you have the chance, you will impose sanctions immediately!" Luo Yao ordered.

"I understand, these two are just small characters, and the Japanese will not protect them for too long." Gong Hui nodded, agreeing with Luo Yao's judgment.

"My cousin, Merry Christmas!" Gong Hui took out a red scarf and handed it to Luo Yao, with a happy expression on her face.

"Give it to me?"

"Cousin, you don't even know that today is Christmas, right?" Gong Hui asked with a strange expression.

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"How come I didn't know that today is Christmas? It's just that we don't even understand the Chinese's own festivals. What should we do when we have been to other people's festivals?" Luo Yao was a little disgusted and even disgusted with these Western festivals. This is a subtle cultural invasion.

Of course, he still took Gong Hui's gift. After all, it was someone else's wish, and he was not that old-fashioned.

Why does the Chinese nation have huge assimilation ability? It is cultural identity, and culture is the foundation for the inheritance and maintenance of a nation.

Bloodline, skin color, and even genes, you want to remain unchanged, it is almost impossible. How do you stop the migration and fusion of war, ethnic groups? Exclusion will only make yourself die faster.

"Old-handsome."

"This is not old-fashioned. You can celebrate this foreign festival, but don't take it too seriously. You should carefully analyze and recognize these festivals. Is the connotation behind them more profound than the festivals of our ancestors?" Luo Yao felt it necessary to educate Gong Hui on traditional Chinese culture.

It is very necessary to have a cultural identity of one's own nation, which is very important to the current Chinese.

Gong Hui had never seen Luo Yao treat her like this because of a "small thing", and even quoted the classics and talked to her continuously for half an hour.

In addition to talking about work, has he told her that he has more than half an hour?

After listening to Luo Yao's "brainwashing" of his ancestor culture, Gong Hui also felt that the foreigners' festivals were too casual, and they were light and boring, so they had no interest.

Which Chinese festival does not have a heavy story and cultural connotation?

"Sister Hui, you have done so much for the team leader, why doesn't the team leader get any affection?" Xin Xiaowu was a little embarrassed for Gong Hui.

"What do you know? The team leader focused on the cause of resistance against the war and saving the country. For him, a relationship between his children was a waste of energy." Gong Hui gave Xin Xiaowu a blank look.

"Ah, is the team leader going to be an ascetic?"

"The man I like Gong Hui is naturally unique." Gong Hui said proudly with his head raised.

"Sister Hui, have you ever confessed to the team leader?"

"This...well, Xin Xiaowu, are you asking for a beating..." This sentence hit Gong Hui's pain point and immediately caused a blow.

...

In fact, Luo Yao heard these words and couldn't help laughing. He hadn't actually gone far. This distance did not hinder his hearing. Even if he heard them, he could only pretend not to hear them.

It's still in the west of the city, Zhujia Lane.

The bottle of medicine has been in Yang Fan's hands for two days, and he has not given it to his mother for taking it. It's not that he is unfilial, but that he knows that once the medicine in the bottle is moved, no matter what, he will be owed this love.

Yang Fan is a filial son and also a person who values ​​friendship. He must pay back the love he owes, but his mother's illness is getting worse and worse.

If there is no such special medicine, she will probably not be able to survive this winter this year.

However, the little income he earned for the custom iron tools for others was enough for the mother and son to have enough food and clothing. If he wanted to treat his mother, he could not afford the high medical expenses.

When he entered the door from outside, he heard the sound of his mother coughing in the room. At this time, his son was heartbroken.

All of this was caused by Toshio Fujiwara, and the Guo family, how could they treat their sister like this?

In fact, his hatred for the Guo family is far above Toshio Fujiwara. If it weren't for the selfishness and weakness of the Guo family, how could his sister be humiliated? How could he be mocked by the Guo family and people around him? He committed suicide by jumping into the river to prove his innocence?

Unfortunately, the Guo family had moved out of Jiangcheng long ago, and he couldn't find anyone to seek justice.

"Mom, how are you?" Hearing that his mother suddenly couldn't breathe, Yang Fan immediately put down his thoughts and ran in quickly.

"Fan'er, I'm afraid I can't do it anymore. The only thing I'm worried about is you. I originally planned to tell you a marriage and wait for you to get married..." Yang Fan's mother grabbed her son's arm and said intermittently.

"Mom, don't talk, we have medicine." Yang Fan couldn't take care of it and took out the bottle of medicine from his arms.

"Fan'er, where did you get the medicine?" Yang Fan's mother asked excitedly on her face.

"It's a friend of my son, who bought it for me."

"Friend, Fan'er, why haven't you heard that you have such a friend?" the mother asked in confusion.

"It's my son's friend in prison..." Yang Fan stammered.

The mother was silent. If it were the case, she would definitely scold Yang Fan. Can there be good people in this prison and be friends? But isn't my son a good person? A good person is also in jail? It can be seen that there are not necessarily all bad people in this prison. After the son was in jail, there was no change. It can be seen that in this world, good people and bad people can no longer be simply distinguished.

"Mom, I'll pour you water. After you take the medicine, we'll be cured." Yang Fan helped his mother sit up and poured a cup of hot water.

Pour a pill out of the bottle.

"Mom, take medicine."

Yang Fan's mother took the pill and put it in her mouth. Yang Fan brought the water to her mother's mouth and watched her take the medicine with her own eyes. The medicine did not come true immediately, but after more than ten minutes, the pain on her mother's face significantly alleviated a lot.

"Fan'er, if you have the chance, please invite your friend to come to your house and thank him well for your mother." Yang Fan's mother opened her eyes and said slowly.

"I understand, mom, you have a good rest. What do you want to eat? My son will make it for you?"

“Does there still flour at home?”

"There are some more..." Yang Fan hesitated for a moment and said. In fact, he knew that there was not much food left in his family and that the flour was exhausted.

"Mom wants to eat gnocchi..."

"Okay, mom, I'll do it for you now." Yang Fan forced a smile and nodded.

In the kitchen, Yang Fan burned the hot water while covering his face. The five-foot-high man cried bitterly. If he hadn't borrowed some flour from his neighbor, the mother and mother would have gone hungry tonight.

It doesn't matter if he doesn't eat it. If his mother doesn't eat it, how could she survive this cold night?
Chapter completed!