Siheyuan: Reborn Silly Pillar, Taking Control of the Entire Courtyard

The telegram stopped abruptly.

The secret room was completely silent, with only the flickering flame of the lantern.

He Yuzhu let out a long breath; his fingertips were slightly sore from pressing the button for so long, and almost cramped up.

Without lingering, he quickly packed up the radio, blew out the lantern, and disappeared into the darkness like a ghost.

Meanwhile, in the mountain city a thousand miles away, in the Presidential Palace's Telegraph Office, the atmosphere had become extremely tense.

After receiving the last string of Morse code, the telegraph operator's hands were still trembling uncontrollably.

The writing on the paper was dense and thick, each word like a heavy hammer, striking people's hearts.

The head guard strode forward, grabbed the telegram in his hand, and carefully checked it over again to make sure it was accurate word for word. Then he carefully folded it up and hid it close to his body.

He looked up at the telegraph operator, his voice low and serious:

"Call them back immediately and ask for their identity, code name, and affiliation."

The telegraph operator dared not delay, his fingers trembling as he prepared to press the telegraph key.

No matter how he adjusted the frequency or how he called, there was no response from the other end.

The radio station is switched off.

It was as if it had never existed.

The telegraph operator, sweating profusely, turned to the head guard and said with a pained expression:

"Sir... the other party's phone is switched off, there's no response, they only... left a code name."

"What code name?"

"Kuafu".

The head guard frowned, repeatedly chewing over the two words.

Kuafu...

Kuafu, the man who chased the sun?

What a bold spirit! What courage!

He was filled with doubt and uncertainty, but he also knew that this was not the time to delve into the matter.

This intelligence is of such great importance that it could shake the entire central government.

The head guard said no more, and said in a deep voice:

"Someone come here."

Two guards immediately pushed open the door and entered, standing at attention and waiting for orders.

"Take Section Chief Song and this telegraph operator to the safe house and protect them closely. Without my orders, they are not allowed to contact anyone or step out of the room."

This sounds like protection, but it's actually house arrest.

Such top-secret information must not be leaked in the slightest.

Section Chief Song's face turned pale, but he dared not refute and could only lower his head and agree.

The head guard stopped looking at him, turned around and went out, directly ordering a squad of elite guards, fully armed, to escort him all the way to the president's residence.

This is the presidential residence, heavily guarded, with guards every three steps and sentries every five steps.

Even though he was the head of the guards, he was still stopped before he reached the main gate.

"Halt! Who goes there!" the guard shouted sharply, the sound of his gun being cocked ringing out crisply.

"It's me!" The head guard continued walking, his face cold and stern. "You've delayed important matters; ten of your heads wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"

When the gatekeepers saw it was him, and then saw the whole squad of fully armed guards behind him, they didn't dare to stop him anymore and quickly made way for him.

The head guard walked straight ahead and arrived at the entrance to the president's residence.

He ordered the soldiers to guard the door tightly and not allow anyone to approach before he raised his hand to knock on the door.

This time, instead of knocking gently and patiently as usual, he used his knuckles to knock three times quickly and forcefully.

"Enter."

A deep, authoritative voice came from inside the room.

The head guard pushed open the door, closed it behind him, strode forward, and slightly bowed on one knee.

"Uncle!"

The president was engrossed in reading documents when he looked up and saw his expression, and frowned.

"What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

"This subordinate dares not speak, please have Uncle examine it personally."

The head guard held the telegram with both hands and placed it respectfully in the center of the desk.

The president put down his pen, picked up the telegram, and glanced at it casually.

His gaze froze at first glance.

Looking further down, his expression gradually darkened, turning from calm to solemn, and from solemn to ashen, his breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

The telegram clearly detailed the location, strength, deployment, equipment, and patrol patterns of the Kamo troops.

What made him even more furious was the list of heinous crimes that followed.

"Bang--!"

The president slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacup to bounce and spill tea.

"Damn it!"

He was furious, his chest heaving violently. "Those damned Japanese devils! They're utterly inhuman and utterly devoid of conscience!"

He grew angrier the more he looked, and his fingers trembled.

This is even more outrageous than the tragedy of Nanjing!

The telegram also explicitly stated that there was another unit of the same type—1855.

This is no longer simple operational intelligence.

This is overwhelming evidence that could shock the entire world!

The code name at the end—Kuafu—shook him deeply.

The last earth-shattering intelligence also came out of nowhere, and the Order of the Blue Sky and White Sun is still hanging there, not knowing who to award it to.

Now, this person has delivered another top-secret intelligence report that could rewrite the course of the battle!

"Is there such a person over in Yu Nong's area?" the president muttered through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with surprise and anticipation.

He was determined to find out exactly who this "Kuafu" was!

Taking a few deep breaths, the CEO barely suppressed his surging anger, raised his eyes, and said coldly:

"Go, bring 'Straw Hat' to me right now! Immediately! Right now!"

"yes!"

The head guard dared not delay and quickly turned and left.

Inside the official residence, only the president remained, still staring at the telegram, silent for a long time.

He knew that from the moment the telegram was received, some things had completely changed.

More than half an hour later, the head of the Military Intelligence Bureau, nicknamed "Straw Hat," finally arrived in a hurry.

He jogged along, panting, his uniform somewhat disheveled.

For the president to summon him so urgently in the middle of the night, it must be something extremely serious.

Meanwhile, He Yuzhu, far away in Beiping, paid no attention to this and didn't care at all.

He had already switched to a brand new military radio and, from another secret location, had steadily sent out half of the second message.

As for how the mountain city would make its arrangements and how Yan'an would act, he could guess with his toes.

What he's more concerned with now is—making a quick buck.

Since we're already out here, it would be a waste not to rob a few small foreign firms that are struggling to survive.

He Yuzhu moved like a shadow, sneaking into three Japanese-owned trading companies, shops, and pharmacies in succession.

The entire process—climbing over the wall, clearing the area, emptying the premises, and evacuating—was completed in one smooth motion.

Grain, medicine, cloth, canned goods, silver dollars...

Everything that could be moved was stuffed into the system space.

The space, with its capacity of four thousand cubic meters, now seemed incredibly spacious.

In just over an hour, they had a very fruitful harvest.

He Yuzhu dusted off his hands, got on his worn-out bicycle, pushed off hard with his feet, and the chain spun rapidly as he sped off toward Nanluoguxiang.

The night breeze caressed his face, and there was no trace of fatigue on the boy's face, only a calm expression.

Unbeknownst to him, shortly after he left Wangfujing, the piercing sound of police sirens broke through the night sky.

The Japanese military police, Special Higher Police, and listening teams, a dark mass, surged in like a tide, completely surrounding the Mitsui & Co. building, layer upon layer, leaving no room for escape.

They're not here to investigate any foreign firm robbery.

They came for the radio station, not the radio station.

The telegram, which was over two thousand words long and took a considerable amount of time to transmit, had a strong signal and was quickly locked onto by the Japanese army's mobile listening vehicles.

But when they rushed over like madmen, broke down the door, and searched every corner—

The person is long gone.

The radio station has vanished without a trace.

Only a few corpses, still warm to the touch, remained.

We came up empty-handed!

A complete and utter disappointment!

The commander of the listening vehicle was immediately grabbed by the collar by an officer from the military police headquarters and slapped repeatedly, leaving him seeing stars and bleeding from his mouth and nose.

"Useless! They're all useless!"

"Where are they? Where is the person who sent the telegram?!"

Angered shouts, rebukes, and gunshots filled the air in chaos.

The Japanese army immediately ordered a two-kilometer blockade around Wangfujing, and conducted a thorough search, digging deep into every house.

Nanluoguxiang happens to be just outside this blockade.

He Yuzhu returned home safely, quietly climbed into the yard, washed up, and went straight to sleep.

I slept incredibly soundly, without even a single dream.

The only discomfort was that my fingers were a little sore from pressing the telegram button for too long.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking.

The moment He Yuzhu opened his eyes, he immediately looked at the system panel.

[Task: Send a telegram to the mountain city and the red cradle. The telegram, the corresponding password, and the radio frequency have been stored in the space. Please check it yourself. Please send the telegram before 24:00 tomorrow.]

Urgent! Urgent!

[Task Status: Completed.]

He Yuzhu raised an eyebrow.

When I sent the telegram last night, there was no notification.

It seems that the system's standard for determining task completion is not simply sending the message, but rather that both sides have received the message and confirmed its authenticity before it is considered complete.

That's a very thorough plan.

His gaze shifted downwards to the rewards section, his eyes flickering slightly.

[Task Rewards:]

1. Aircraft piloting skills (proficient)

2. Small vessel piloting skills (proficient)

Two streams of information flooded into my mind like a tidal wave.

Various aircraft structures, takeoff, landing, air combat techniques, instrument reading, ship operation, chart reading, reef avoidance, docking...

Countless pieces of knowledge were instantly imprinted deep within his soul, as if he had been flying airplanes and sailing ships for over a decade.

He Yuzhu closed his eyes and digested the information for a moment before opening his personal panel again.

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Host: He Yuzhu

Age: 10 years old

Physical fitness: 10.2

(Due to the use of enhancement drugs, he far surpasses his peers, reaching the level of a healthy adult male. The drugs do not affect the host's development, with a maximum value of 30.)

skill:

Bajiquan (Max Level)

Six-in-One Spear (Max Level)

Pistol Shooting (Beginner)

Cooking skills (intermediate)

Monkey Tongbei Fist (Beginner)

Cherry Blossom Language (Beginner)

Lock picking (advanced)

Sniper (Advanced)

Advanced Car Driving

Motorcycle driving (advanced)

Small vessel piloting (advanced)

Aircraft piloting (proficient)

Tracking and Counter-tracking (Advanced)

System space: 4,000 cubic meters (constant, space is indestructible and matter is immortal, cannot contain living things)

Ecological space: 2,000 square meters

Fishpond: one mu

Items: Several

Check-in progress: Changed to monthly check-in.

Current task: Not refreshed.

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Looking at this long list of skills, He Yuzhu was already somewhat numb.

He learns whatever the system gives him.

These days, having more skills is never a bad thing; you never know when they might come in handy.

What really piqued his interest was a new notification that popped up at the bottom of the panel.

[Random Mission: Loot Japanese Trading Company!]

[Task Status: Completed!]

[Task Rewards:]

Yunnan Baiyao formula

Liushen Pill Formula

[Heart-Saving Pill Formula]

He Yuzhu paused for a moment before suddenly remembering.

Last night, while I was busy sending telegrams, I also robbed two Japanese pharmacies.

Unexpectedly, the system gave an extra task, and the reward was three sets of life-saving prescriptions.

Unfortunately, he only knows how to kill people now, not how to make medicine.

These recipes can only be stored in my spatial storage for now, and we'll discuss them another time when the opportunity arises.

After looking at the panel, He Yuzhu stretched, got up, and went out.

Life returned to normal once again.

His daily life is simple and regular:

I get up early to practice boxing, performing Bajiquan once, and then Liuhe Spear once, with the wind of my fists whistling and the shadow of my spear piercing the air.

During the day, I supervise Xu Damao's learning to read, but that kid is lazy and slacks off when I'm not watching him.

When he's free, he holds his younger sister, He Yushui, and plays with her. The little girl giggles as soon as she sees him; she's so cute and adorable.

Occasionally, he would flip through the recipes that He Daqing secretly slipped to him, and his cooking skills slowly improved.

The city of Beiping was not truly peaceful.

Overnight, several Japanese trading companies were looted, and the news could not be suppressed.

Although the Japanese army was furious, this time the commotion was much smaller than before.

It was as if they had heard some rumors, or as if they were deliberately holding back, suppressing their usual arrogance.

The fake police and thugs on the street were still jumping around, checking houses one by one, but in reality they were just taking the opportunity to extort money and squeeze out a few bucks.

They knew better than anyone else that the ruthless characters who dared to attack the Japanese were not people they could afford to mess with.

He Daqing had been itching to go for the past few days.

That evening, while Chen Lanxiang was coaxing Yushui to sleep in the inner room, he pulled He Yuzhu aside and asked in a low voice:

"Zhu Zi, tell your father the truth. It seems the Japanese have calmed down a bit lately. Is it possible to go out and get some more supplies? We're running low on food."

He Yuzhu shook his head, his tone resolute:

"No, let's wait a little longer."

He Daqing was taken aback:

"What are you waiting for? Things aren't too tense right now."

"Father, don't you think this calm is a little too abnormal?"

He Yuzhu looked out the window, his eyes deep. "This is called the calm before the storm."

"A storm?" He Daqing was baffled. "The city is so quiet, where did this storm come from?"

"Just trust me this once," He Yuzhu said, no longer offering any further explanation. There were some things his father wouldn't believe even if he told him. "Going out now would be like walking into the line of fire."

He Daqing wanted to persuade her again, but Chen Lanxiang's voice suddenly came from the inner room.

"He Daqing! What are you and Zhuzi whispering about outside? Why can't you say it openly instead of behind my back?"

He Daqing was startled, quickly put on a smiling face, and called out towards the inner room:

"Nothing, nothing! My son and I were just talking about cooking! Zhu can read now, so I can show him my old recipes!"

Chen Lanxiang lifted the curtain and stepped out, glancing at him:

"Oh? Then just give it to him openly, why bother sneaking around?"

"I was just afraid of making too much noise and waking up the rain," He Daqing said with an embarrassed smile.

"Alright, stop making excuses," Chen Lanxiang waved her hand. "Just take out the recipe and give it to Zhuzi. If he doesn't understand, he can ask you. It's getting late, let Zhuzi go back to his room and rest."

"Okay, sure!"

He Daqing dawdled into the inner room, and after a while, he reluctantly took out an old thread-bound cookbook and handed it to He Yuzhu.

That look in his eyes felt like his flesh was being torn away.

"Thank you, Dad." He Yuzhu smiled and accepted it, casually flipping through a couple of pages. He could understand the contents almost at a glance.

"I'm going back inside, Mother."

"Go."

He Yuzhu turned around and went back to his room.

He Daqing then hung his head and followed Chen Lanxiang back into the house.

Seeing his expression, Chen Lanxiang said irritably:

"What? You're worried about wasting money on a cookbook for your son?"

He Daqing sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed) and sighed:

"It's not that I feel sorry for him... the problem is, that kid has never seriously studied with me for even a single day! I haven't even had a chance to teach him any cooking skills, and he's already mastered them all on his own. How can I, as his father, save face?"

Chen Lanxiang rolled her eyes at him:

"My son is smart, can't he be self-taught? It's better than some people who only know how to stick to one thing."

"Okay, okay, you two are both amazing."

Speechless after being confronted, He Daqing simply took off his clothes, turned his back, and went to sleep, trying to avoid seeing or being bothered.