Courtyard House: A Start with Black Gold Swallowing 100,000 Silver Dollars

"Hehe, doesn't this just make you look more magnanimous?"

"Hmph, I'd rather it be narrower than so wide and tiring."

He Shuting pouted; the telegram had already been sent with a "beep beep".

Which woman wouldn't want to stay with a complete man?

"Oh? You don't care about this 'spaciousness,' then how can it withstand my rough handling?"

Before Li Wenguo could finish speaking, his hand had already wrapped around her waist.

"Huh? In broad daylight, besides, I have to keep an eye on the phone!"

"I'll answer it in a bit."

"But...but this is my ovulation period right now, what if..."

What if I get pregnant!

"I'd like to have another son."

"A daughter would be good too."

He ignored all advice and carried her straight to the bedside.

Her body went limp, and she couldn't push him away. She could only silently pray in her heart: Please don't let him get pregnant!

And I regret it—why did I just babble like that? Wasn't that like jumping into a pit myself?

A thousand miles away, on the summit of Wang'er Mountain.

Clutching the telegram she had just received, Yang Yuerong turned to find Battalion Commander Chen Jiang: "Li Wenguo asked me to stay in Beijing for a while."

Upon hearing the word "supplies," Chen Jiang didn't even raise an eyelid, immediately deciding, "Go! Pack them up right away!"

Anyway, we already knew that Master Li had built a secret passage leading directly to the capital. With Sai Honglian and Sun Hang as guarantors, safety was not a problem—even though the whole city was under martial law and on high alert.

Before leaving, the chief of staff leaned closer and instructed, "Instructor Yang, when you see Master Li, please ask him for us: could a section of this tunnel be allocated to the organization for use?"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Chen Jiang nodded hurriedly. "Yuerong, if you get to know him well, just be a little charming, and it'll definitely work!"

Chen Jiang blinked, a slight smile playing on his lips.

whispering sound!

It's just whispering in someone's ear!

Sai Honglian, who had just stepped inside, couldn't help but roll her eyes when she saw this scene.

I was itching to try it myself—if it were me, I could do it just as easily!

Slow!

Why would I have such a thought?

Could it be... a little sour?

Could it be that I've already considered that guy as one of my own deep down?

Sai Honglian bit her lower lip hard, stubbornly shook her head, and forced the thought back.

"Don't worry, Wen Guo always puts the big picture first; he'll definitely agree to this!"

Yang Yuerong straightened her chest, her tone resolute, as if she had made a firm decision.

Years ago, she persuaded Li Wenguo with a few kind words to send a comrade to infiltrate the enemy's intelligence agency, who later made a great contribution. She trusted her own abilities—why would he refuse such a small task?

After agreeing on the time,

Chen Jiang personally escorted Yang Yuerong through barren slopes and wild paths, arriving at the entrance to a hidden tunnel deep in a dense forest.

"Who would have thought that beneath this tangled mess of weeds lay a secret passage leading directly to the heart of the capital?"

He crouched down, parted the withered vines and weeds, and looked at the iron cover half-hidden in the soil, and couldn't help but sigh.

He was secretly shocked: the underground passage, which was more than 20 miles long, had been dug silently. It required not only manpower and resources, but also a tight-lipped approach—any leak would mean total failure!

"Young man, I'm entrusting Miss Yang to you."

Before parting, he solemnly nodded to Haozi.

"You can rest assured, not a single hair of Miss Yang will be missing, and she will be safely delivered to Master Li."

Before he finished speaking, Haozi had already helped Yang Yuerong into the deep cave entrance.

"Miss Yang, the tunnel is a bit long, please bear with me."

Haozi led the way, carrying a lantern, his voice echoing softly among the stone walls.

"It's alright, I often walk on mountain paths, this distance is nothing."

A man can grit his teeth and get through a twenty-mile journey; but for a woman, it's no joke.

Fortunately, Li Wenguo had anticipated this – every ten miles, there were wooden benches embedded along the stone wall, along with distilled water and canned meat.

The two rested twice before finally arriving at the inner city of the capital.

Unexpectedly, the first person to greet him was not Li Wenguo, but an elderly man in his seventies, leaning on an ebony cane and steadily holding a sandalwood medicine box in his arms.

"Miss Yang, this is Dr. Yao from Baoning Hall, a former imperial physician of the Qing Dynasty. Master Li specially invited him to examine your pulse."

Haozi bowed and introduced himself.

Taking a pulse?

I'm not sick, why are you taking my pulse?

Yang Yuerong was stunned for a moment, her brows furrowing slightly.

The old man touched her wrist with his fingertips, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "A cold uterus has stagnated for a long time, making it difficult to secure the pregnancy. You must take a warming and nourishing decoction for seven consecutive days before you can conceive."

Her heart skipped a beat—so that's how it is.

Li Wenguo had already said it beforehand, but he just didn't say it explicitly.

He wanted her to have a child.

She had always longed to marry him. In the past, because of her identity as an underground party member, she was afraid of dragging him down, so she stubbornly refused to agree and even forced him to join the party before she would nod.

But after waiting and waiting, all that awaited was the exposure of his identity, and he was forced to flee the capital in a panic.

Now that the Japanese army's iron hooves have trampled the mountains and rivers, and the capital has fallen, organizational ties have long been severed, and that concern has long been burned away by the flames of war.

If he proposes, she immediately agrees.

Should we have an old imperial physician come to our home to treat infertility?

This thought is brighter than light shining through a crack in the door.

After the consultation, Haozi led her through the blue brick path and into the long-abandoned garden villa.

Selena, persuaded by Li Wenguo, had already evacuated Beiping with her two mixed-race children to avoid trouble, leaving only a foreign manager to run Selena's foreign trade company.

Although the Japanese army does not dare to provoke foreigners easily at present, seeing that they have successively captured Shanghai and Nanjing, their arrogance is growing, and it is hard to guarantee that one day they will even dare to lay a hand on blonde-haired, blue-eyed women and children.

Moreover, Li Wenguo had already calculated that the US and Japan would inevitably go to war in the future.

After much deliberation, I decided that sending them away was the safest course of action.

The villa fell silent.

Incidentally, before Selena left, she gave birth to twins, a boy and a girl, for Li Wenguo.

As soon as the carved wooden door was pushed open, Yang Yuerong rushed over and hugged Li Wenguo tightly.

The separation has been too long, and the longing has long since turned into honey, sweet with a hint of bitterness, making my chest burn.

Li Wenguo didn't say anything, but simply wrapped his arms around her waist and back, his palms tracing upwards along her spine, gently caressing her—she's lost weight, she's really lost weight.

"Wenguo, let's go back to our room..."

She tilted her head back, her voice as soft as a feather, her eyes shimmering.

"No rush, take a shower first."

She had changed into new clothes especially for seeing him, but in Li Wenguo's eyes, they still looked a bit old. He was always picky and insisted on clean and neat clothes—a person had to be pleasing to the eye for a warm heart to be truly warm.

Of course, this bath should last at least an hour.

Then he changed into a well-tailored custom-made suit, which instantly elevated his demeanor. His eyes shone brightly, and he looked radiant, like a snow-feathered swan pacing with its head held high. This was exactly what he wanted.

Then he took Yang Yuerong to a very private French restaurant. The candlelight flickered and the silverware gleamed. The two of them slowly sipped their drinks and enjoyed the meal with smiles on their faces.

After dinner, we chose a delicate and touching romance film, and grew closer to each other amidst the shifting light and shadow.

When they returned to the villa, the air felt hot, their hearts beat in unison, their eyes met, and their feelings surged forth like a tidal wave, crashing into each other without reservation.

This was the moment when Li Wenguo was most satisfied.

Yang Yuerong was kept by Li Wenguo's side for a full twenty-one days until he confirmed that she was pregnant, at which point he personally escorted her home.

Wen Keyi, who lived near the villa, also discovered she was pregnant and finally got her wish to teach at that Western-style school.

Outside the embassy district, the Japanese military police, after thorough checks, uncovered several underground Communist Party members; however, these people had no prior dealings with Lao Pan and his group, and could not withstand torture and interrogation, quickly collapsing and defecting.

"Alas, we are only flesh and blood after all. Even the hardest bones cannot withstand the torment of having their tendons and bones scraped off."

Li Wenguo stared at the secret report sent by Niu Dali and shook his head slightly.

Don't underestimate the torture methods of these little notebooks—first cutting off fingers and toes, then chopping off hands and feet, all naked flesh torture, primitive and brutal, even seasoned veterans who have seen death will feel a chill down their spines. Falling into their hands, it's better to just commit suicide on the spot.

According to the original plan, these spies should have been caught long ago; but now, thanks to the tunnel network dug by Li Wenguo, they were all transferred out of the city overnight, without missing a single one.

By arresting only a few insignificant underground party members, Toshio Akagi was able to at least give up his post and barely maintain his position.

He was planning to follow the clues and use these traitors to uncover more accomplices, but little did he know that Niu Dali had already sent out the news like a message sent by carrier pigeon on the very night they confessed—all the underground party members were alerted and immediately disappeared.

However, one of those traitors did know the hiding place of Chen Jiang's troops: deep in Wang'er Mountain.

"Yoshi!!!"

"Akagi-kun, this is a great achievement! If we can wipe out the resistance forces on Wang'er Mountain, you will be the one to deserve the most credit!"

When General Shinoda learned that the anti-enemy forces, who had suffered repeated setbacks recently, were actually entrenched at Wang'er Mountain, he immediately beamed with joy, patted Akagi Toshio on the shoulder, and spoke in a rare gentle tone, praising him generously.

Once he removes this obstacle and washes away the shame of his repeated defeats, Toshio Akagi will finally be able to hold his head high.

Nobuda immediately ordered a lieutenant colonel to lead an entire battalion—more than a thousand elite soldiers, fully equipped with ammunition and heavy weapons—to set off at dawn the next day, vowing to massacre Wang'er Mountain.

A guide was needed to enter the mountains, so Niu Dali rushed to the newly established maintenance committee and read out Akagi Toshio's instructions in front of all the traitors. He immediately picked out two local scoundrels who knew the way well to accompany the army and lead the way.

The order was given openly; all the traitors heard that the Japanese army was about to encircle and annihilate Wang'er Mountain.

Niu Dali made no attempt to conceal the information and handed it over to Li Wenguo intact.

"In the end, the truth was revealed."

Li Wenguo sighed softly.

After two years of hard work, Wang'er Mountain has become a vibrant village: several terraced fields are planted with sweet potatoes, and many women raise chickens, ducks, and geese. Although their lives are not prosperous, they can always have some meat every other day, and they live a peaceful life. It would be such a pity to burn it all down and leave without a second thought.

But things have come to this point, and there's no going back.

If we don't retreat, we're just waiting to die.

But before retreating, they must first devour the flesh of these more than a thousand people.

That's right—Li Wenguo had his eye on this Japanese battalion, intending to wipe them out completely, surround them from all sides, and trap them like turtles in a jar.

He immediately ordered He Shuting to send a telegram urgently summoning Ding Xiaoqi and Agui to rush to their aid. They were to seize a perfect ambush point overnight, wait for the Japanese army to fall into their trap, and then coordinate with Battalion Commander Chen Jiang on the mountain to wipe them out in one fell swoop.

"Master, this time the little notebook is definitely going to suffer a big defeat!"

After sending the telegram, He Shuting's eyes shone like stars, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her face.

She felt relieved as long as she could punch the notebook hard.

"Yes, they never dreamed that the resistance forces outside the city were never just one."

"But if they redeploy their troops after this battle, it will be much harder to win."

If an entire battalion is wiped out, the Japanese will surely be on high alert—the next time they're deployed, it will probably be a regiment of three thousand men, with double the firepower, and tanks might even be able to drive into the ravines.

The thought of tanks sparked an idea in Li Wenguo's mind:

Since Niu Dali can sneak into the spatial dimension, why not have him secretly transport a few vehicles out and deliver them directly to Ding Xiaoqi and the others in the capital?

"It's alright, sir. If they outnumber us, we'll retreat; if they outnumber us, we'll take them down one bite at a time. Isn't that enough?"

He Shuting looked at him with a smile, her eyes full of certainty.

"Seeing how happy you are, shouldn't we celebrate properly tonight?"

"Okay, I'll go get a bottle of red wine right away."

"Stop messing around, let's just go to bed and celebrate."

Li Wenguo grinned, a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"Hmph! In broad daylight, aren't you ashamed!"

She complained, but her body had already gone limp, and she obediently let her husband pick her up in his arms. After a while, she didn't even bother to resist anymore.