Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 363 Xingrenli Shikumen IV

Qian Xiaobao got up the next morning and told Taro Hemoto: "Today, you stay on the boat and wait for Zhang Xinzhai to deliver the oranges and people on board. Half of the oranges will be given to the police officers on the three boats, and we will take the rest back to the intelligence department." .”

After explaining these two things, Qian Xiaobao got off the boat in a suit and leather shoes.

After one night, the No.11 army of the Chinese dispatched army had loaded all the food on board.The little gunboats that carried the food had disappeared.

However, there are still more than a dozen dock workers on the pier sweeping the spilled grain on the ground into piles with brooms, and they are using cloth bags to pack the grain.

Qian Xiaobao estimated with his eyes that the piles of grain on the ground weighed at least 100 catties!
"So much can be spilled from the sack when carrying grain!" Qian Xiaobao said.

A few dock workers just looked up at him and smiled but didn't talk to him.

Qian Xiaobao was walking on the road outside the pier, and several rickshaw drivers came to strike up a conversation, but he refused.

He put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked leisurely towards the Bund.It is rare to have a trip to Shanghai and one day of free time, so naturally I have to go to Shanghai Beach for a good stroll.

If you sit in a rickshaw, it is not conducive to watching the scenery.

"Sir, do you take a rickshaw?" At this time another rickshaw approached.

"Don't sit, I'm fine walking." Qian Xiaobao replied looking forward.

"Sir, just take care of my business. It didn't open yesterday, and the adults and children in the family are hungry." The rickshaw driver said.

Hearing what the coachman said, Qian Xiaobao turned his head to look at the coachman, and what he saw was a dark and thin face.

Qian Xiaobao stared blankly at the driver for a while, then got into the rickshaw without saying a word.

The coachman pulled up the rickshaw and left without saying a word.

"Why are you pulling a rickshaw here?" Qian Xiaobao asked while sitting in the car.

"Almost everyone in the organization has been arrested. I have been hiding and pulling a rickshaw for three or four months. I have been wandering around the pier and today I finally met you again!" said the rickshaw driver.

"Then why don't you escape quickly?" Qian Xiaobao asked again.

"Of course I also want to escape, but now the Japanese have my photo in their hands, and people from several captured organizations are now helping the Japanese find me everywhere, whether it is from land or water. I can't even go." The coachman replied.

"I can let you leave Shanghai, but do you want to go back to Manchuria now?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

"I've already made up my mind, you take me on the boat, and when the boat reaches the mouth of the Yangtze River near Chongming Island, I will secretly jump into the sea and swim to the island, and then I will go to Jiangsu from Chongming Island," the coachman replied.

"Since you've already made up your mind, I can only help you with this favor. We are friends. But it's better that I take you to the boat at night. There are many people in the daytime. "Qian Xiaobao said.

"Okay, now I'll take you to my hiding place, pack up your things and go back to the pier at night." The rickshaw driver said.

After saying this, the coachman turned around and ran in another direction.

Qian Xiaobao sat on the rickshaw and looked at the back of the driver who was running.

Lin Zhengjiang, a person who studied in Japan and worked as a senior employee of Matsuura foreign company in Harbin, gave up his good life but went to Shanghai to live and die.

Qian Xiaobao also met Lin Zhengjiang through Guan Xiaoye, and later he and Guan Xiaoye sent him to leave Manchuria.

"Where are you taking me now? Isn't it all right to find a place to hide until dark?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

"No, I have to get rid of some things before I can leave!" Lin Zhengjiang said decisively.

There are rows of Shikumen on Ningbo Road, and people come and go on the street.This street is the gathering place of Shanghai money houses and small banks.

Lin Zhengjiang pulled the rickshaw into the small alley and stopped in front of a wooden door.

After looking left and right to see if there was no one around, Lin Zhengjiang said to Qian Xiaobao: "This is it."

He took out the key and opened the brass lock on the nose of the door, then pulled the rickshaw in and closed the door and plugged it in.

Qian Xiaobao got out of the rickshaw and looked around.

The high walls on three sides and the two-story building in front tightly surround the space, and you can only see the sky if you look up.

There is a well in the middle of the small yard.The sloping house against the wall is the kitchen and utility room.

"The back is narrower, and the front yard is twice as big as here, and there is a gate facing the street." Lin Zhengjiang said.

"You live here alone?" Qian Xiaobao asked.

"There is another one. Now I trust her the most. I dare not contact other people at all." Lin Zhengjiang replied.

Hearing that Lin Zhengjiang said that there was another person here, Qian Xiaobao couldn't help touching the pistol on his waist.

"Come with me." Lin Zhengjiang said.

He took Qian Xiaobao and walked lightly towards the two-story building in Shikumen.

Opening the back door, the two walked into the house.

Shikumen is not an independent building, like a row of two-story buildings divided into individual residences.

Each household is only separated from its neighbors on the left and right by a wall.

After entering the house, Qian Xiaobao looked nervously at the scenery in the room.

A grandfather clock, a few pots of flowers and plants, and bottles and jars that look like cultural relics on the perspective shelf.

"This is the living room, and people live in it." Lin Zhengjiang pointed to the wooden escalator and whispered to Qian Xiaobao.

The two walked up the stairs one after the other.Halfway through the walk, Lin Zhengjiang turned around and looked down at Qian Xiaobao.

The sound of the two people climbing the stairs came from his feet, but Qian Xiaobao didn't step on it at all.

On the second floor, Lin Zhengjiang raised his palm to signal Qian Xiaobao to wait outside.

He walked to the bedroom door and gently pushed the door open only a foot wide gap, then dodged in and closed the door.

"Stop sleeping, get up first."

Qian Xiaobao heard Lin Zhengjiang say through the door.

"Why did you come back so early?" A woman asked softly.

Hearing the woman's voice, Qian Xiaobao's heart suddenly flickered and then began to beat violently.

He had never heard a woman speak like this in the Northeast.

All the women who grew up on that black land were very aggressive.

"A guest is coming, you get up and put on your clothes and go out to buy something to eat. After eating, you go to sleep for a while, and we will leave Shanghai at night!" Lin Zhengjiang said.

"Did someone come from above? Take us out of here?" The woman asked eagerly.

Lin Zhengjiang did not answer.

Qian Xiaobao heard the sound of rustling clothes coming from the bedroom.

Qian Xiaobao suddenly spit two mouthfuls into the palm of his hand and then plucked at his hair.

He quickly took out his handkerchief and wiped his shoes.

Just as Qian Xiaobao stood up again, the bedroom door opened. A woman in silk pajamas leaned lazily on the door frame with a head of waterfall-like black hair looking at Qian Xiaobao with winking eyes.

"Little aunt (brother) looks very energetic!" the woman said with a light smile.

The woman's words gently scratched Qian Xiaobao's chest like a cat's paw!
(End of this chapter)