Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 524 Lezhev's Othello VIII
When the two returned home, Hannah walked quickly into the bedroom. Fortunately, the child was still sleeping and did not wake up.

But Hannah smelled a strong smell of burnt leather at this time.

She walked out of the bedroom into the kitchen and saw Schultz standing by the stove.

"I burned both of our shoes," Schultz said.

On the way back, the two of them were interrogated twice. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them were Germans and their hands were empty, they might have been invited to the Japanese Gendarmerie Command to continue the review.

"You still let me go out in your shoes carefully. They wouldn't let us go so easily if I wore my high heels." Hannah said.

Hannah now looks at Schultz with admiration in her eyes.

"When will you get the telegraph back?" Hannah asked.

"Let's talk about it in more than ten days." Schultz replied.What if the Japanese found the telegraph and waited there?
"Ten days? It seems that the superior will definitely send a report to contact us again during this period." Hannah said.

"We have completed the task, and it is time for the comrades in Stockholm to continue working." Schultz replied.

"If the two of us are exposed, the Japanese will not let us go. Only one of us will die. Because we are Germans, the Japanese will let the two of us leave this world silently. Our comrades in Sweden are If they are exposed, they will be deported by the Swedes at most," Schulz continued.

Although he said so, Schultz also knew in his heart what his superiors would think if he did not respond to his superiors' telegrams.

Either they were caught by the Japanese because they were exposed, or they thought they were cowards when they flinched in the face of danger.

Since they couldn't accept the telegrams from their superiors, they could only sit in front of the radio at a fixed time every night and listen to the broadcasts specially given to them by their superiors.

Sure enough, five days later, the announcer said: "The Pavlov Scientific Expedition Team of the Survey Plus, please report the weather conditions there in time."

Seven days later the announcer broadcast the same content again.

"Schultz, get the telegraph back," Hannah said.

Schultz shook his head and said: "We are here to fight, not to die. What's more, we have sent the information out now."

"Even if we contact our superiors in the future, the superiors will have opinions on us," Hannah said.

"We are all people who live for our beliefs. What we should think about is how to better complete the task rather than other things." Schultz replied stubbornly.

Cooking is a strange thing, and it may not be true that practice makes perfect.

Xiao Linxun usually cooks at home, and Qian Xiaobao never moves a finger.

There must be fish in the New Year's Eve dinner, there is more than enough every year.

But when stewing fish, Qian Xiaobao was uncharacteristically eager to try.

After sautéing the pan with oil, add the onion, ginger, garlic, and peppercorns, add water, and Qian Xiaobao frivolously throws the fish into the pan, and then puts a few pieces of pork belly into the pan.

"Hurry up and bring Dad's wine bottle!" Qian Xiaobao shouted to Zhaodi.

Brother Zhao flew back holding the wine bottle.

Qian Xiaobao gurgled and poured half a bottle of white wine into the pot, then after thinking about it, he threw a spoonful of miso into the pot.

"Just put a handful of vermicelli when it's about to come out of the pot!" Qian Xiaobao squatted on the ground and said to Brother Zhao.

When Qian Xiaobao was at home, it was much easier to attract her younger brother. She stepped on Qian Xiaobao's thigh and climbed up Qian Xiaobao's back.

Although Xiao Linxun is usually nice to her, but for some reason, Zhaodi always treats Xiaolin Xun with some respect.

"By the way, why did I forget to add sugar!" Qian Xiaobao stood up abruptly.

Brother Zhao hung his arms around his neck behind him.

Qian Xiaobao found a jar of sugar in the kitchen, opened the lid and poured a lot of sugar into it.

During the New Year's Eve dinner, Xiaolin Xun and Zhaodi put their chopsticks into the small pot of stewed fish many times.

Qian Xiaobao was very proud, he raised his head and said, "Tao—what's the matter?"

But he said one peach word and couldn't continue.

He remembered a very long idiom that Second Master Qi once said, but now he only remembers one word.

It's like wanting to sneeze but can't sneeze, Qian Xiaobao feels very uncomfortable.

"You don't need to listen to the old lady selling melons to know whether the peaches are good or not, you just need to see if there is any hairy path under the peach tree." Qian Xiaobao said.

"In the future, the two of us will open a restaurant! I have already thought of the name, and I will call it Xiaobao Stewed Fish, let Demoly Stewed Fish go away!" Qian Xiaobao said complacently.

"From now on in our family, you will be in charge of cooking and I will be in charge of washing vegetables." Xiao Linxun said.

Xiao Linxun also drank a small glass of wine this evening, and a rosy glow appeared on his pale face.But she was still sober and didn't hand over the washing of vegetables and dishes to Qian Xiaobao.

"Father, I'll cook for you in two years." Brother Zhao said.

Qian Xiaobao hugged Zhaodi and was very moved.

In this world, people who have daughters are still happy, at least some people cry twice when they die.

The dishes and chopsticks were all cleaned up, and Brother Zhao couldn't bear to lie on the bed and fell asleep.

Qian Xiaobao and Xiao Linxun sat on the sofa and listened to the radio.Today is New Year's Eve, according to the rules, there should be a vigil.

On the radio is the storytelling "The King of Yan Sweeping the North", which tells the story of Zhu Di, the king of Yan, leading troops to fight.

"King Yan is loyal, benevolent and righteous, a good man!..." said the storyteller.

Qian Xiaobao laughed when he heard this.

"Fart!" Qian Xiaobao said.

Manchukuo is now vigorously promoting Confucian loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, and printing the images of Confucius on banknotes. The only purpose is to make the people in the Northeast be obedient citizens to the Japanese.

These truths were told to Qian Xiaobao by Guan Xiaoye before he left.

Qian Xiaobao stood up and changed another channel, and a woman's weeping voice rang out from the radio speaker:
"Your eyes have already been gliding here and there, looking at you secretly... Your soul has already been gliding over and over, gliding around..."

Xiao Linxun turned his face to the side and saw Qian Xiaobao's eyes were looking at her stealthily.

"Prudish!" Kobayashi scolded.

Qian Xiaobao suddenly stood up and ran back to the bedroom when he came back with a bunch of firecrackers in his hand.

"It's time, come out!" Qian Xiaobao said to Xiao Linxun.

He turned around and pushed open the door, walked into the yard and spread firecrackers more than one meter long on the ground.

When Xiao Lin came out, he handed a lit cigarette to Qian Xiaobao.

This was specially brought out by Xiao Linxun after lighting it in the house, and the two of them had a tacit understanding.

Qian Xiaobao squatted on the ground, lit the medicine with a cigarette, and then jumped back to Xiao Linxun's side.

The firecrackers immediately crackled.At this time, dozens of hundreds of firecrackers started to sing in a chorus, and Qian Xiaobao couldn't hear anything except the sound of firecrackers.

"Don't stop, everything you want will come true smoothly!" Qian Xiaobao shouted loudly.

Xiao Linxun held his hand tightly and stared at the firecrackers that were constantly exploding, his eyes full of anticipation.

(End of this chapter)