Liang Jian: I have a canteen

Chapter 876 Food Stamps
Xu San didn't know the shelf life of this thing.

Medicines are inherently rigorous things. Without experimental data to support them, Xu San couldn't make blind guesses.

If you want to know the specific results, maybe you can only find an opportunity to ask Nanako.

He put it away and planned to give it to Zhang Fengling later and ask her to seal it and store it in Ji's ice cellar.

After finishing the work, Dong Jinbao handed a small notebook to Xu San. After Xu San looked through it, he found that it was Dong Jinbao's notes on gunpowder and penicillin. It was very concise and full of useful information.

"Give this to me. And the gunpowder part is too sensitive." Xu San took the small book, thought for a moment, and tore it open in the middle. One half was about gunpowder and the other half was about penicillin. "I'll keep the penicillin part." "Let's destroy the gunpowder. The devils value the formula of RDX."

Dong Jinbao took half of the notebook and said, "That makes sense, but I was negligent."

Then he took out a match and burned it, "I have been in Taiyuan for almost a year. It has been the most fulfilling period of my years as a soldier, so I want to leave something behind."

"It's a gay thing. If you gave me something, I can't let you leave empty-handed."

Dong Jinbao's eyes lit up, "What do you want to give me?"

"I just came here to grab some food today. I didn't bring any with me. I'll ask someone to bring it to you later."

"Then I'll wait and see."

On the third day, Dong Jinbao received a bulletproof vest when he was too far away. Although it looked a bit shabby, he knew that it was something Xu San gave to him to save his life.
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It has been several days since the first phase of the Hundred Regiments War ended. These days, the main forces are basically being repaired, and the bosses are also working closely to improve the plan for the second phase. However, when formulating the plan, something went wrong. deviation.

Food prices!

For some unknown reason, the price of food in western Shanxi has been rising three to four times a day recently, fluctuating between high and low. The comrades in charge of procurement are afraid to act rashly while holding money in their hands.

If the soldiers and horses are not moving, the grain and grass will go first.

Without enough food as support, this second stage may not be easy to fight.

The brigade commander took off his glasses, rubbed the bridge of his dry nose, and said helplessly, "Food, food! I didn't expect that there would be a war soon, and the price of food started to go crazy again."

"It's been half a month since the price of food rose slightly, and I think it's all caused by those black-hearted capitalists!" a staff officer echoed.

"No matter how troublesome the devil is, you have to buy it! If it doesn't work, let the troops raise their own food first and see if they can borrow some from the common people. When we have money after defeating the Japanese, we will fill this hole."

"Our team has done this before, but it was based on the masses. Now most of the troops are in enemy-occupied areas, and ordinary people probably don't have much food left."

The staff members discussed in a flurry and came up with many ideas, but none of them corresponded to the problem at hand.

The brigade commander was still very courageous. He put on his glasses and said, "I can't wait any longer. Let the purchasing comrades sell the grain immediately."

"But now the price of food has almost doubled. If we buy it at this time, the quantity may not be enough!" A staff officer raised questions.

"What are you afraid of? You have to buy expensive ones, and you can fight when you are full!" the brigade commander said, adjusting slightly on the combat map, "This time, in addition to completing the necessary tasks, we also have to do a few things in our free time. sideline."

"What side job?" someone asked.

"Grab food!"

As he spoke, the brigade commander drew a few red circles on the map.
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As the mastermind behind this manipulation of food prices, Xu San did not know the difficulties of the Eighth Route Army at this moment.

He is a time traveler, not a god, and even his knowledge of history is quite limited.

Although there are tools such as walkie-talkies, they cannot be connected at all times, not to mention that communication regulations must be followed. After confirming the plan with Oshima Seiichi, Xu San contacted the Ji family, and Lao Wang next door, plus Chu Liang's Kurosawa started the layout, and of course Yamamoto also participated.

After more than ten days of hard work, food prices in western Shanxi can basically be said to be under control.

If most people could do this, they would be satisfied, but Xu San didn't think so.

He wants to play big, and he wants to take this opportunity to play big!
Not only do they have to collect grain, but they also have to steal money from those profiteers.

The price of food has doubled. This price is acceptable to families with some savings, but it is unacceptable to most people. If it continues, people will probably starve to death.

Looking at the grain prices in various regions compiled by Wang Zhenzhen, Xu San sighed quietly and said, "Tomorrow, provide some grain, let the grain price drop a little, and let the people buy some grain first."

"Yes, teacher!" Wang Zhenzhen agreed, "However, according to your plan, teacher, this price reduction seems to be a bit inappropriate."

"The first reduction is to provide tension for another price increase, just like drawing a bow." Xu San said falsely.

"Hehe, teacher, you are kind-hearted, are you afraid that the people will starve?" Wang Zhenzhen said with a smile.

"I'm Japanese, and the life and death of Chinese people is none of my business." Xu San rolled her eyes at Wang Zhenzhen and said angrily.

The door of the office was closed and boarded up, and it was already dark at this time, but there was a rapid knock on the door.

A cool breeze blew through her body, making Wang Zhenzhen shiver. She took the opportunity to stick to Xu San, "Teacher, it's late, who is it!?"

Xu San pushed him away, "It should be Colonel Kurosawa's people, here to deliver food stamps."

"Is it the kind of bill you mentioned?" Wang Zhenzhen asked.

"Yeah!" Xu San nodded, got up and opened the door, while Wang Zhenzhen put away the documents on the desk.

When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was a second lieutenant. When he saw Xu San, he immediately saluted, "Hello, Mr. Edogawa!"

"Hello, Lieutenant Takeda!" Xu San smiled and bowed in return.

"Colonel Kurosawa asked me to give it to you!" Lieutenant Takeda said and handed a suitcase to Xu San.

Taking the suitcase, Xu San said politely, "Come in and have a sip of tea."

"No! I don't dare to delay because of military affairs." After Takeda declined, he turned around and got into the jeep behind him.

Wang Zhenzhen stood behind Xu San, looked at Lieutenant Takeda leaving and asked, "Why is this man so popular?"

"What we do is not very honorable. Of course, we have to be secretive when doing business. We should do it as quickly as possible." As Xu San said, he poked his head out of the door with a sly look, then quickly retracted and closed the door immediately.

The box was very heavy, and it took a lot of effort for Wang Zhenzhen to drag it to the desk.

"Teacher, can I take a look?"

"Look!"

The box was opened, and inside were neatly stacked stacks of reddish-brown bills.

The face value on the bill is not yuan, but "jin".