I traveled through time without patched pants, I was the richest man in the Republic of China

August has just arrived and the weather has become extremely hot.

With the outbreak of the July 7th Incident in Peking, the Japanese ambitions became clear and a full-scale war against China began. Because the concessions were isolated islands in the war, the foreign concessions also became impetuous.

Since the Elk Road Flying Club obtained authorization from the French Consulate, people living near the pier can often see various planes taking off in the sky.

A tabloid reporter also published a photo of all the beautiful female pilots, which immediately attracted attention from all walks of life.

Even Xu Ayu and Mrs. Peng, who were concerned about the country and the people, talked about this matter with great relish and were very happy.

When Wei Ada accidentally sneezed, the women attacked him in droves, mocking the flight team for not having any men. . .

Wei Ada: ...

Not counting the information and data that Brother Lu gave her after the Spring Festival, Wei Miao has been busy at the Flying Club on Elk Road with a group of people that Lu Pingsheng recruited from somewhere for a full seventy-three days.

Feng Zhenzhen and Feng Qingqing dug an underground base in advance and placed ten fighter jets modified by Wei Miao.

"In order to fly higher and carry more explosives, the aircraft's fuel tanks are one-way."

Wei Miao was very helpless. The production line here was old and dilapidated. Although the people brought by Lu Pingsheng were all firm in their beliefs and had hope in their eyes, their foundation was too weak.

She couldn't always teach them the basic knowledge step by step, but fortunately there were many geniuses among humans, and three or four of them were very gifted and could understand things quickly and be of great help.

Lu Pingsheng looked up and saw the neat and small big-bellied plane, which looked very much like the cute transport plane he had seen in his previous life.

"A Miao, you are awesome." Lu Pingsheng took advantage of Wei Miao to give her a bear hug.

Wei Miao now had black eyes, thin cheeks, and felt dizzy, so he was too lazy to avoid it.

"A Miao, are you hurt?" He smelled blood.

Wei Miao rolled his eyes, pushed him away and said tiredly:

"Things are like this, things are like this. If you put the artillery you brought on top, ten planes will always be able to hit the target when they fly at low altitude."

She did not ask Brother Lu what he was doing. They both had a tacit understanding that if Brother Lu could tell it, he would have told him long ago. If he hadn't told him, it meant he couldn't tell it.

She understood that the world has its own rules and no one can do whatever they want, not even their own son.

Brother Lu worked hard for a long time in the past, not only sending supplies and weapons to the Northwest, but also secretly sending them to Peking. However, he failed to stop the war in July, nor did he stop the implementation of Japan's military plan.

"Brother Lu, I just want to sleep now."

In the past, Wei Miao had never thought that she would be so busy that she would not even have time to swallow gold. Now, she has experienced this for more than seventy days.

More often than not, she would hold the big yellow croaker in one hand while holding her bag and a pen in the other hand to modify the drawings or check the accessories.

The consumption rate was too fast and the absorption rate was too slow. The days of expenditure exceeding income made Wei Miao feel that his body was being drained every minute and every second.

Unfortunately, her entire fortune depended on Brother Lu, and when she saw the Japanese atrocities in the newspapers every day, she felt that she should do more.

Maybe after doing this, she will have completed her merits and ascend to heaven in broad daylight.

Every time Brother Lu saw that she couldn't hold on, he would give her some hope, "Ah Miao, do you still remember the two maps in your hand?"

Wei Miao nodded. He didn't find much gold on the nameless island, but he did find two sheepskin maps.

"Feng Qingqing also has one in her hand. She found it in the coffin of the Lou family in Hong Kong Island." Lu Pingsheng reminded her.

Wei Miao recalled that when Feng Qingqing was in the blood coffin in the Lou family tomb, she seemed to have taken away a book and a picture.

"This map should be where Zhang Xianzhong hid his treasures," said Lu Pingsheng.

Wei Miao thought for a while before he knew who Zhang Xianzhong was.

At the end of the Ming Dynasty, another peasant uprising took place in Chengdu, and named his country Daxi, and called himself the Eight Great Kings.

"After this is over, I will take Nong to Shu. There are not only the treasures of the Eight Kings, but also Liu Wencai, the largest landlord in Shu. Let's not talk about the other assets of the Liu family for now. He has a treasury. Although it is not as good as Nong's, it is still a huge fortune accumulated over several generations..."

Brother Lu’s pie was so big and beautiful that she became addicted to it and became more diligent.

Now that things were finally over, she just wanted to go home, eat the meals Xu Ayu had prepared for the day, spread the large and small yellow croakers that she had secretly hidden on her bed, and have a good sleep.

"Let Lao Yang take you home?"

Wei Miao waved his hand, "Let Brother Yang take Brother Wu to practice more. When it comes to flying a plane, practice is the most important thing..."

Speaking of Wu Ziyang, Lu Pingsheng and Wei Miao both showed a trace of helplessness on their faces.

Lu Pingsheng told Wei Miao about what happened on Laba Festival, and she only sighed that things in the world are unpredictable.

Li Xiaoya disappeared and told others that she went abroad to recuperate. In fact, Wei Miao and Lu Pingsheng both knew that she was probably locked up.

You can't live, but you can't bear to die. It's really painful for someone like Wu Ziyang who puts love above everything else.

He was a heavy drinker all day long. If it weren't for his capable subordinate Xiao Wuzi, and if it weren't for the fact that he had once saved the life of the chief patrol officer of the police station, and if it weren't for the deep interests involved, he would have been brought down by several rivals who were eyeing him covetously.

Later one day, he found Lu Pingsheng and said that he also wanted to learn how to fly a plane.

The peach blossom eyes of the past were full of cold hatred. After years of understanding each other, he knew what Wu Ziyang wanted to do. Lu Pingsheng had been expecting him to become a patriotic young man for a long time, and although his wish was fulfilled, he was not very happy.

As time was approaching, Lu Pingsheng became busier and busier. Including today, he had not slept for three days. He patted the little boy on the shoulder and said,

"Okay, when you get home, call us..."

Lu Pingsheng did not tell the little boy that he had taken time out the day before to go to her house in person and spread gold all over her bed.

Now he can only use his thoughts and surprises to make up for the regrets brought by poverty.

The two men, one big and one small, with dark circles under their eyes, looked at each other, yawned together, laughed at each other's embarrassed appearance, and then separated.

If Lu Pingsheng knew that this was the last time he would see Wei Miao, he would definitely give her another hug and say to her seriously:

"Ah Miao, thank you."

After more than a month, Wei Miao finally walked out of the factory. The summer morning sun shone on her body, making her stretch comfortably.

A group of energetic young people walked out from the morning light. They were wearing flight suits and chattering and laughing as they described the scenes seen from the sky and shared their flying experiences with each other.

Wei Miao suddenly felt that they were the sun at eight or nine o'clock that Brother Lu mentioned, warm and energetic.

Unfortunately, among this group of people, ten of them are destined to have their lives frozen at the most brilliant moment.

When they passed each other, Wei Miao heard a girl say:

"The club is still recruiting teenagers? She looks no more than twelve or thirteen."

"Why, you look at her good looks and your feelings are stirred?"