Siheyuan, don't yell at me

After He Daqing took out a roast chicken wrapped in oil paper, the old man's attitude changed drastically.

He quickly asked He Daqing to get on the kang to keep warm, and took out half a bottle of sorghum wine.

The old man tore off a roasted chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, his mouth full of oil.

His eyes lit up and he swallowed quickly.

This roast chicken is so delicious. I have never eaten anything so delicious in my life.

Although there are many pheasants and wild animals in the wild forests nearby.

But the meat was smelly and tough, and the only seasoning was a little coarse salt, which was barely eatable.

After a glass of wine, the two of them immediately became familiar with each other.

He Daqing knocked on the table with chopsticks.

"Old man, old man.

Don't just focus on eating. My boss asked me to come find you, so you should show me the way."

The old man swallowed the chicken in his mouth with force and took another sip of wine.

"You ugly man, you have no respect for the elderly at all."

The old man complained and took out a map from his arms.

"Here, this is our map.

The other side of this line is Russia.

When it gets darker, I'll take you to the border and you can walk across by yourself."

He Daqing was a little confused.

"Why wait until dark?

You're not going to let me sneak across, are you?"

The old man glared at He Daqing unhappily.

"Isn't this nonsense?

A secret mission, shouldn't we do a good job of keeping it confidential? "

He Daqing suddenly felt like he was on a pirate ship. I am He Daqing, the chosen son of God, and you want me to sneak across the border?

He Daqing picked up the remaining half chicken on the table and started to eat it, not leaving a single bit for the old man.

"I still need you to lead me when I sneak across the border?

"This vast snowy plain, I can just go through it easily, right?"

The old man sneered.

“Then go and try it.

Let me tell you, without anyone to show you the way, it’s freezing and snowy, and you may not even see any human habitation within a hundred miles.

If you happen to encounter it, hehe, you are lucky.

Over in Siberia, most of the Japanese soldiers who were planting potatoes and cutting wood have died, and there is a shortage of labor.

Go ahead, maybe next year, the potatoes that the Soviet Union will provide to North Korea will be grown by you.”

He Daqing took out a cigarette from his pocket, swiftly handed it to the old man, and lit it with a kerosene lighter.

"Hey, uncle, what you said makes sense. I, He Daqing, will obey your orders..."

There is no moon tonight, and only a few stars.

On the vast snowfield, you can barely see things ten meters away.

The old man and He Daqing were wrapped up like bears and stopped outside a woods.

Without waiting for He Daqing to speak, the old man left without looking back.

He Daqing was too lazy to waste words. He had explained everything that needed to be explained. The rest of the way, he had to rely on himself.

The nearest small town is ten kilometers away. The Russians call it Otpor, which means the small town behind Lake Baikal.

The old man said that the place was originally called Baikalsk and was the land of us Chinese. When he was a child, he used to graze there, but later it was occupied by the Russians.

He Daqing went into the woods cursing and walked in along the path patrolled by the Russian border guards.

The old man explained it very clearly, as long as your idea is not too unlucky.

At this time, those old Russians should be drunk and sleeping in their caves.

The path was quite flat, and there were traces of motorcycle tires on the ground.

He Daqing put on thermal imaging glasses, took out his bicycle, and plunged into the darkness.

Even with He Daqing's amazing physique, he still hid in the space to rest for a while.

The weather was over twenty degrees below zero, and I had no idea what the higher-ups were thinking. They treated such a life-threatening mission as a joke.

After riding for two hours, He Daqing finally saw a little light and arrived in Baikalsk.

On the outskirts of the town, we found the contact person, another little old man.

Deliver a pile of letters to the old man and complete the task.

The next day, it was just dawn.

The old man woke He Daqing up, took out two crumpled rubles and handed them to He Daqing.

He Daqing took it and looked at it. The face value of the two rubles was one, which added up to two yuan.

The purchasing power of one dollar is enough to buy about one hundred boxes of matches.

He Daqing needs to use these two dollars to reach the city of Krasnokamensk, which is more than 130 kilometers away from here.

According to the old man, He Daqing could spend half a dollar and take a ox cart to the next town.

With one ruble left, you can take a bus to Krasnokamensk.

There was even half a dollar left, which allowed He Daqing to buy a whole bag of white bread, the kind that weighed one kilogram.

The funding provided by our superiors is extremely abundant.

He Daqing wanted to slap the old man in the face. Could it be that this old guy was taking kickbacks?

Forget it, forget it. After all, it was a foreign country, so He Daqing endured it.

Instead of following the old man's instructions, they took a ox cart to the next town.

After leaving the town, I just rode my bike away.

There is no need to worry about getting lost. It’s just a country road and you can just pedal hard and you’ll be there.

When you are out and about, if you can save half a dollar, then save it.

I don’t know which god will receive me at the next stop.

The bicycle almost sparked. It took He Daqing an hour to finally reach the next big town and get on the bus to the city.

Holding the crumpled letter of introduction, He Daqing finally entered the city of Krasnokamensk.

According to the address, He Daqing found the contact person before dark.

The contact person this time was finally normal, a well-mannered middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man confirmed the secret code and checked He Daqing's token before he let down his guard.

“Comrade He, this time our mission is to go to Moscow secretly.

As for the rest, for safety reasons, you will find the place and meet the next contact person first..."

Not long after, He Daqing boarded the train to Moscow.

Krasnokamensk is a city famous for its mining industry. Most of the cargo on the train is uranium ore, which is the raw material for making atomic bombs.

This thing has quite a lot of radiation, and most people really don't want to touch it.

The middle-aged man, without much effort, made He Daqing curse and become a boiler worker on the train.

What made He Daqing even more angry was that he saw the train conductor and gave the middle-aged man a hundred yuan.

Damn it, that hundred yuan should be my salary, He Daqing.

I was just wondering how the funds suddenly became sufficient and they gave me fifty rubles. It was all my, He Daqing's own hard-earned money.

On the train, He Daqing took a coal shovel and shoveled coal into the boiler one shovel at a time.

This job is quite simple. Just don't block the air inlet and clean up the coal slag at the same time.

There are four people in total, working in two shifts.

The other person working with He Daqing was responsible for checking the water pressure gauge and adding water to the boiler.

He Daqing looked at the time, handed the shovel to another Russian, and prepared to take over.

The old Russian raised his nose and started to curse He Daqing.

"Yellow monkey, the job of adding coal and water is all yours. I'm going to sleep first."

A strange smile appeared on He Daqing's face.

"Jie~jie~jie..."