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The next day, it was just beginning to get light.

A few shouts woke Zhang Tianhao, who was sleeping, and forced him to sit up in bed, still somewhat groggy.

"This is……"

He rubbed his eyes, looking somewhat puzzled.

"What's wrong with me?"

Gradually, memories of yesterday began to surface in his mind, and he even thought about what happened last night, which made him feel somewhat helpless and forced him to be more careful.

He got up, put on his clothes, and then got out of bed.

As they reached the door, the wind outside seemed to have picked up a bit of chill, and even Zhang Tianhao could feel the coolness in the air.

Walking into the small courtyard at the back, he simply moved a small stool and sat down in the courtyard.

Seeing the medicinal herbs that had already been prepared on the other side, he went over to brew the medicine for himself.

As if it were an instinct, he didn't feel much difficulty in decocting the medicine; on the contrary, it seemed quite easy.

He then lit the fire god and began washing the medicinal herbs.

Ten minutes later, he carefully put some medicinal herbs into the casserole dish.

Last night, when Xiao Wu was decocting the medicine, it was put in at the same time.

When Zhang Tianhao is decocting medicine, he instinctively doesn't put all the herbs in at once, but in a certain order.

Add other herbs after a certain amount of time has been decocted.

As the aroma of medicinal herbs slowly filled the surrounding air, Zhang Tianhao went straight out the door and bought some breakfast.

As for breakfast, it was far too little.

There were only a few places selling pancakes, and basically no breakfast options.

Looking at the breakfast pancakes on the stall, he felt somewhat helpless. There weren't even any steamed buns, which was really strange.

However, it's understandable. After all, food is so precious now, how could ordinary people possibly buy so much food? The excess food had already been taken away by the Japanese.

Eating some multigrain pancakes, I returned to the general store and saw that the medicine was still being decocted.

An hour later, he put out the fire, picked up the clay pot, poured himself some medicinal soup, and carefully set it aside to cool.

Not long after, he started drinking the new medicinal soup again.

After he finished drinking the herbal soup, he frowned slightly and looked around to see what was happening.

Especially at this moment, he always felt as if someone was watching him.

His gaze shifted, and he couldn't help but smile wryly.

How could anyone possibly see him? After all, the surrounding area consists of ordinary tiled houses, with no tall buildings at all. Only he himself knows how difficult it would be to monitor him from the outside.

Standing in the courtyard, he looked around, especially at the tall trees.

He couldn't help but shake his head, his expression somewhat strange.

"Could it be that I'm just imagining things?"

He thought for a moment, then began to tidy up the medicine pot, drew some well water, and washed the pot with it.

Outside the grocery store, several strangers had appeared, some setting up stalls, some selling tea, and others just standing there chatting idly.

There were indeed some reasons for this. Last night, Song Wen and the others searched the entire county town, and almost everyone who had returned from out of town was placed under surveillance.

There were even about ten people who were arrested because they had injuries.

After all, they are outsiders. As for their identities, the military police are already investigating them. Not only are they investigating, but the special service department has also interrogated them.

As for those who already had a Changfeng County identity, there was naturally no major problem.

However, some key figures are still under surveillance, especially those like Zhang Tianhao who only return once or twice a year.

……

On a street in the west of the city, Song Wen sat at a breakfast stall with a bowl of tea and two flatbreads beside her.

Although it wasn't very tasty, she was still fairly satisfied with the meal; at least she could eat something.

"Old Liu, how come Wang Xiaotian is staying at your shop? It's so dangerous!"

She glanced at Secretary Liu, who was wearing a hat, with a hint of anxiety on her face, but she kept her voice very low, speaking in a voice that only the two of them could hear.

“The whole city is searching for that stranger right now. The Japanese are like mad dogs, keeping a close watch on him. It’s really too dangerous for you to leave him here.”

"Besides, do you even know who he is? How dare you bring him back?"

Secretary Liu looked at Song Wen in front of him with some helplessness, but still said in a low voice, "That's not true. He is the young master of the Wang family, as you know."

He immediately asserted that this person was no ordinary individual, and after looking around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, he said seriously, "This person's identity is definitely not simple. Not only that, he is also a pilot. The day before yesterday morning, he single-handedly shot down more than a dozen Japanese planes."

"Our men found him, just a step ahead of the Japanese. He had fallen from mid-air, hundreds of meters high, and the plane had exploded. He was covered in injuries, and our men almost thought he wouldn't survive."

"Old Zhou removed forty or fifty pieces of shrapnel, but he survived. His injuries were almost healed by the next day. Then, around noon, he walked with me for dozens of kilometers along mountain roads, and we arrived in the county town last night."

"No matter from any perspective, this person absolutely must be saved, you understand?"

"Did someone really shoot down more than a dozen planes?"

Song Wen couldn't believe it either, after all, Zhang Tianhao's story was truly legendary.

"It's true, Lao Li, Erwa and the others saw it with their own eyes."

"His-"

Song Wen also gasped. To destroy more than a dozen Japanese planes takes incredible skill, yet this person did it all by himself.

"What's at stake!"

"Good fight!"

"Yes, this person suffered a brain injury. His physical injuries have healed, but his brain injury may take a while to recover. That's why I brought him into the city. Once he has recovered, he can go back."

"However, I discovered that this person is not only a pilot, but more importantly, he is quite skilled. He knows medicine and photography. I don't know anything else yet, but I know that this person definitely has other abilities as well."

"Most importantly, this person's aura sometimes unconsciously emanates from him, indicating that he is definitely not an ordinary person, but someone in a high position."

"How could someone in a high position possibly do that?"

"That's true."

Secretary Liu said in a low voice, "I was originally going to ask for a place to stay for him. Now that the Wang family compound has been bombed, it hasn't been repaired much. Now is the perfect time to have someone go and fix it."

"This...this might cost a lot of money, we..."

"Yesterday, he gave Xiao Jin a few hundred yuan, saying it was to buy some medicine, but that's far too much. I was thinking, maybe we should get someone to repair his house, so he'll have a place to stay." (End of Chapter)