The train driver in the courtyard

Zhangping, also known as "Jingcheng".

The name is derived from the meaning of "the city is located in the upper reaches of Zhangshui River, among thousands of mountains, this place is the only flat place", and it is a beautiful place with beautiful mountains and rivers.

The rosin here was famous throughout the country before liberation.

In 1955, a factory called Zhangping Rosin Factory was built on a small hill in the northeast of the city.

Rosin has the effects of drying dampness and healing sores, killing insects and relieving itching, dispelling wind and activating blood circulation, removing toxins and promoting tissue regeneration, and stopping bleeding and promoting tissue regeneration. It can be sold as a traditional Chinese medicine in major drugstores.

At the same time, it can also be used as an adhesive, coating and preservative and has industrial uses.

Therefore, Zhangping Rosin Factory receives a large number of orders every year and the factory is extremely prosperous.

Early in the morning, the factory gate opened and the workers walked into the factory talking and laughing, preparing for a new day's work.

A thin, bearded young man was about to hand his work permit to the security officer when he suddenly turned his head to look at the road outside the factory.

I saw more than a dozen GAZ trucks rushing over, with soldiers standing on the trucks and anti-aircraft guns towing behind the trucks.

The convoy was so powerful that it made the road tremble when passing by the factory gate.

The convoy quickly disappeared at the end of the road, leaving only a cloud of dust floating in the air.

"Wang Fugui, what's wrong? Why aren't you going into the factory yet? The workshop director will call the roll later."

A familiar worker saw Wang Fugui staring at the convoy and pushed him anxiously.

"Shuisheng, what's going on with these troops? They have guns and cannons. Are we going to have a war here?"

"What kind of war is this? Those guys on the island have been causing a lot of trouble in the past two years, and they have been beaten to a pulp by our army every time."

Shuisheng said with a smile: "I have an uncle who works on the street. I heard that these are comrades in the army who are changing guard."

"Really?" Wang Fugui looked at the direction where the convoy disappeared, then handed his work permit to the security officer.

After the inspection, Wang Fugui followed the crowd into the workshop and started a new busy day.

After a while, the loud speaker in the workshop sounded.

The loudspeaker announced that the troops stationed near Zhangping were undergoing a rotation of guard in recent days.

Workers were reminded to strictly demand themselves, abide by confidentiality regulations, not ask questions that they shouldn't ask, not say things that they shouldn't say, and certainly not inquire about the troop rotation situation.

"We only have one infantry company in Xinan in Zhangping, and we are not close to the coast, so why do we need to deploy anti-aircraft guns?" Wang Fugui muttered to himself as he worked, recalling what happened in the morning.

Shuisheng was packing boxes and frowned when he heard this: "Fugui, how do you know the garrison is an infantry battalion?"

The local garrison adheres to the rule of never disturbing the local people, and apart from flood control and disaster relief, they rarely have contact with the local area.

It is impossible for an ordinary person to understand it so clearly, and Shuisheng became alert instantly.

Wang Fugui didn't expect Shuisheng to be so vigilant, and quickly said with a smile: "I have relatives in Xinan, and I once went to the company to secretly watch the soldiers training. You know, I wanted to join the army back then, but my background was too bad, so they didn't want me."

Wang Fugui's ancestors ran a silk shop before liberation and also held positions in the enemy's government, so after liberation they were classified as old officials.

The nature of this group is similar to that of landlords. If they want to join the army, they will not be able to pass the review at all.

Shuisheng was a clerk in the Wang family's silk shop before liberation. He was also aware of Wang Fugui's situation, and his vigilance immediately disappeared.

"Don't think too much. As long as you work hard in the workshop, your comrades won't have any opinion of you."

The facts are just as Shuisheng said.

Although Wang Fugui came from a poor family, his fellow workers in the workshop did not look down on him, and the workshop director often protected him.

Even several ideological activists in the workshop often helped Wang Fugui improve his ideological awareness at democratic life meetings.

The rosin factory paid very good wages. Wang Fugui could get a salary of 38 yuan and a subsidy of 2 yuan per month. His income exceeded that of most people in Zhangping.

Wang Fugui just smiled in response to Shuisheng's comfort, but did not respond.

Looking at the crystal clear rosin in his hand, Wang Fugui felt a sigh in his heart.

Thinking back to the time when he was the second boss of a silk business, he lived a life of luxury.

He slept all day and visited brothels at night. His life was so carefree.

Now he has to work with his own boy, whose shoulders are the same height as his own. Wang Fugui feels very dissatisfied.

Thinking of what his second uncle had told him a while ago, Wang Fugui no longer had the heart to work.

"Shuisheng, my stomach hurts a bit. Please ask the workshop director for leave for me."

After Wang Fugui finished speaking, before Shuisheng could react, he turned around and ran out of the workshop.

"Fugui, you..." Shuisheng stamped his feet in frustration: "Why don't you listen to my advice?"

After Wang Fugui joined the rosin factory, he worked for three days and rested for two days. The workshop director no longer approved his leave.

However, Shuisheng decided to help him get away with it again.

After all, when he was working for the Wang family, Wang Fugui never made things difficult for him.

Wang Fugui slipped out of the rosin factory, borrowed a bicycle from a friend, and rode along the ruts of the convoy.

When he saw the convoy stopped in the distance, Wang Fugui hurriedly pushed his bicycle and hid in the woods.

For fear of being discovered, Wang Fugui did not dare to get close.

Even so, he could still clearly see that the soldiers had set up anti-aircraft guns on the hillside and hung a large basin-like thing on a big tree.

The second uncle once told Wang Fugui that he was now the action team leader of the Investigation and Statistics Bureau of the ** Committee on the island.

As long as Wang Fugui can obtain important information and make great contributions, they will find a way to bring Wang Fugui to the island.

**Wang Fugui had heard of the name of the Statistics Bureau before liberation. It was very impressive.

He never spent money on eating, drinking, or visiting brothels. If he wanted small yellow croakers, he would just accuse someone of being a prostitute and arrest them directly.

Wang Fugui had been thinking about how to make meritorious deeds, but he was just a small worker and had no access to secrets. Wang Fugui tried to get close to the garrison camp several times, but he was discovered by the sentry before he reached the gate. Fortunately, he was more alert and did not cause any big trouble.

Now that the opportunity has finally come, Wang Fugui decided to seize it no matter what.

Although he had no idea what these anti-aircraft guns were used for, the fact that they made such a big noise must mean important intelligence.

Wang Fugui took out a pack of cigarettes, took out some cigarette paper, wrote down the number of anti-aircraft guns, the number of soldiers, and the location of the positions on the cigarette paper, then rode his bicycle towards Zhangping County.

What Wang Fugui didn't see was that as soon as he left, two sentries emerged from the bushes.

The sentry frowned as he looked at Wang Fugui's back: "Squad leader, this guy doesn't look like a good guy. Why don't you let me take him down?"

The squad leader said: "This is an order from the headquarters. We will act according to it."

The sentry was a little confused as to why the command center would issue such an unreasonable order, but there was nothing he could do but follow the squad leader and leave.

What the sentry and the squad leader didn't see was that there was already a bicycle following closely behind Wang Fugui.

Wang Fugui rode his bicycle around Zhangping County and finally came to an old house.

This old house is the Wang family's old house. After liberation, the Wang family's silk shop and other businesses were gone, leaving only this old house.

Wang Fugui looked around and saw that no one was following him, so he turned and went into the old house.

The old house had not been occupied for several years and was overgrown with weeds. Wang Fugui stepped on the weeds and pushed open the door of the wing room.

He took out a radio from under the bed and placed it on the table.

Looking at the rusty radio, Wang Fugui was actually a little hesitant for a moment.

He knew very well that once he turned on the radio, there would be no turning back.

To be honest, Wang Fugui feels that his current life is too hard.

But we have to admit that both the workshop leaders and his fellow workers were very nice to him.

When he first entered the rosin factory, he had never worked before and couldn't do even the most basic work, so he was in danger of being kicked out of the factory.

It was Shuisheng and several old masters in the workshop who helped him complete production tasks and taught him how to process rosin.

Now he wants to break with these people.
"Shuisheng, don't blame me. You've been a laborer all your life. I'm different. I want to go to the island and be a master."

Wang Fugui seemed to be convincing himself and also seemed to be making excuses for himself.

Muttering to himself in a low voice, he pulled out the wire and turned on the radio.

Wang Fugui took a deep breath and was about to press the send button.

Sudden.

boom!
The door was knocked open from outside.

Several men in gray Zhongshan suits rushed in from outside, holding long guns and short guns, with the black gun barrels aimed at Wang Fugui.

"Don't move, put your hands up!"

When Wang Fugui saw these people, his face suddenly turned pale.

His body went limp and he slumped down in the chair.
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As the soldiers began to move, the plan to alert the enemy was also proceeding in an orderly manner.

The real purpose of Lao Mao's trip was to supervise the implementation of the plan.

At the local weather station, the phone rang one after another.

"Report, Zhangping has captured a Deeter who was about to send a message. His name is Wang Fugui and he has been hiding for five years."

"Report, Gutian has captured two people. They were carrying binoculars and trying to spy on the anti-aircraft position."

“So far, a total of 56 moles have been captured in our reconstruction area.

Most of them carried radios, and comrades in the county and towns are currently stepping up the interrogation of these people.

It is expected that we will be able to catch more Dieters."

The person in charge of the rebuilt meteorological station is an old comrade who has worked in the weather department for many years.

His surname is Jin, which is rare in the southeast coast. Comrades in the weather station affectionately call him Comrade Lao Jin.

It was the first time that so many enemies were captured in just two days, so Comrade Lao Jin couldn't help but feel excited.

You should know that after several years of control in the southeast, most of the moles have been cleared.

The moles that can hide are all moles that are extremely clever in disguise.

In the past, catching these moles would require countless manpower and material resources, and even the lives of meteorologists.

Now the moles seemed to have jumped out of the field on their own accord, and they could just take turns hitting them with sticks.

Compared with the excited Comrade Lao Jin, Lao Mao seemed much calmer.

"There are still three days left. According to the driver's plan, we can still catch another batch. Please inform the comrades to be alert and not be careless."

"Don't worry, the comrades hate these traitorous dogs Dieter and have long wanted them to be judged by Ren Min."

After Comrade Lao Jin finished speaking, he seemed to remember something.

After hesitating for a moment, he whispered, "Commissioner Cat, the plan of alerting the enemy is indeed very effective.

But the mesh of the net we cast is too large, so it is inevitable that some fish will slip through the net. Will this have any impact on the mission?"

"Don't worry, Commissioner Li has already taken it into consideration. Those fish that slipped through the net are also part of the plan."

The old cat left after saying something vague.

Comrade Lao Jin scratched his head as he looked at his back: "The fish that slipped through the net is also part of the plan? What on earth is Commissioner Li going to do?!"

(End of this chapter)