Bright Sword: I took Li Yunlong to work in military industry

After walking all night, Li Yunlong and the monk successfully arrived at Heyuan County. After disguising themselves and following the arrangement of underground comrades, they successfully entered the county.

As soon as I entered the county town and turned around twice, I was almost hit by a young man pushing a wheelbarrow.

"What's wrong with you, young man? Why don't you watch your steps?"

The monk immediately became furious and started to argue with the man.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was in such a hurry just now that I didn't pay attention. I didn't pay attention. Please bear with me." The young man had a very good attitude and kept apologizing.

"Be more careful next time."

Since Li Yunlong and his companions had sneaked in secretly, they did not want to cause any more trouble and just kept the matter quiet.

After taking two steps, the monk stopped Li Yunlong and said, "Boss, look at that young man just now."

Ok?

Li Yunlong looked in the direction the monk pointed, and saw that the young man was not very tall, only about 1.75 meters tall, but he seemed very steady in every move, just like an old tree firmly grasping the ground.

not simple!

The young man held a sack in one hand and gently leaned on the ground, then began to shout: "Here are the millets, fresh millets, anyone passing by, come and have a look."

This ordinary scene seemed very extraordinary in the eyes of the monk. There was even a gleam of brilliance in the monk's eyes for a moment, which was the performance of a chess player meeting a worthy opponent.

The monk leaned close to Li Yunlong's ear and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Captain, look, that young man is very stable. He is holding a 200-jin sack in one hand, but his face is not red and he is not out of breath. He is definitely a martial artist.

It can be judged that this guy definitely has real kung fu skills.

Also, Captain, look at that young man's hands. The calluses are very thick and the backs of his hands are dark. He must have practiced iron sand palm.

I can’t be wrong.”

Li Yunlong looked in the direction the monk pointed, and found that everything was exactly the same as what the monk said. It can be concluded that this young man is definitely a martial artist.

Li Yunlong was delighted to see the prey, just like when he first saw the monk. Such talents must be recruited into his team.

Seeing an empty space, Lao Li walked up to the young man and asked, "Young man, if I buy all your food, can you work with me?"

The young man was startled and when he looked up he saw that it was the two people he almost bumped into just now.

Seeing that the two men in front of him were both dressed in silk clothes, they were not ordinary people at all. The young man selling grain asked, "Where are you from? Can I join you?"

Li Yunlong used two fingers under his sleeve to make the shape of the number "eight" and said in a low voice: "Eighth Route Army!"

The young man selling grain was surprised: "Eighth Route Army?"

"Yes."

"Are you willing to work with us? Fight the Japs!"

The young man selling grain hesitated and said, "The Eighth Route Army is determined to fight the Japanese invaders, but I can't. I have an old mother at home. As the saying goes, one should not travel far away while his parents are still alive. If we fight the Japanese invaders, I will have to take care of my mother until she dies."

Li Yunlong was furious when he heard this: "Anyone who practices martial arts must have some courage, why are you dithering? You have a stupid brain, and by the time you fight the Japanese, it will be too late.

All right, just be a good and obedient citizen of the Japs."

After he finished speaking, Li Yunlong walked away in great anger. The young man in front of him was obviously very capable, but he just stayed here and didn't dare to resist, which made Old Li look down on him a little.

The monk looked at the young man in front of him with regret, it was such a waste of his skills.

People who practice martial arts need to keep some anger in their hearts. This young man doesn't even have this kind of anger. His martial arts skills are wasted and he can't display them at all.

The young man selling grain watched Li Yunlong and the monk leave. Only after the two men disappeared from his sight did he come to his senses. He felt that he had missed a lot.

He shook his head to get rid of the regretful feeling from his mind. His mother was still waiting for him at home. The young man selling grain continued to shout, "Here are the millets. Here are the fresh millets. If you pass by, come and have a look."

With a lot of anger in his heart, Lao Li came to the jelly stall where he had agreed to meet with the contact person. He sat there waiting bored. He had already finished his second bowl of jelly, but there was still no sign of the contact person.

Later, Old Li was almost asleep on the table. Finally, a guy who looked like a puppet army officer sat down at the table where Li Yunlong and the monk were.

After the two sides exchanged secret codes and confirmed their identities, they began to chat.

"Hey, why are you so late today? Did you encounter any problems?"

Li Yunlong asked "carelessly", his vigilance still not being completely let down.

"Don't mention it. The cloth shop in the south of the city has just received a batch of cotton cloth. The quality is very good and the weave is very dense. The most important thing is that the price is very good, which is 60% of the current market price.

As soon as the news spread, many people rushed to buy them.

The Japanese were worried that something might go wrong, so they assigned us to maintain order on the scene.

That’s why I’m late.”

"what?"

Li Yunlong was shocked by the middle-aged man in front of him who was wearing the uniform of a puppet army officer.

"Where did this fabric come from? It's so good."

"I don't know. Some say it was shipped from the south, some say it was shipped from the Devil Island, and there is even an outrageous claim that you made it.

I just can’t believe it.”

The middle-aged officer of the puppet army slurped a mouthful of jelly and said in disbelief.

Li Yunlong remained calm. This was most likely made by his own team. Five days ago, Xiuqin arranged for people to weave the first batch of cotton cloth and showed it to him and Lao Yu.

As the raw materials were relatively cheap and they had no experience and didn't want to leave much profit, they unexpectedly became an instant hit in Heyuan County. In just a few days, the cotton cloth became everyone's favorite.

Li Yunlong sighed inwardly: Old Yu, Old Yu, everything you do is extraordinary.

"Oh, it would be great if we could make it. We would definitely have a sufficient supply," said Li Yunlong.

The middle-aged man in the puppet army officer's uniform chuckled twice and didn't say anything. It was obvious that he didn't quite agree with Li Yunlong's statement that they could also build textile machines.

"Actually, if it was just a matter of cotton cloth, it would be fine, but today is also the day when the blacksmith shop sells large quantities of goods, so the two companies came to blows."

"What big deal?"

"I don't know where the blacksmith shop got a batch of coal stoves that use coal briquettes from. Many people have tried them and found them to be very useful. Not only do they save coal, but they are also very clean and don't produce a lot of coal ash.

Therefore, many families in the city went to rob them.”

what?

Li Yunlong was stunned when he heard this. Wasn't this the coal stove that Lao Yu made himself? It must be something made in a blacksmith shop.