I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

"Boss, congratulations on your prosperity. I only have twelve dollars. Can you sell me a boat ticket? I can tell your fortune for free."

"Go away, you old liar. Get out if you don't have money."

Chen Feng trembled as he untied the bag and pulled at the clothes on it. A sour and smelly smell came out:

"Beggar, it stinks, take it away quickly."

Chen Feng suddenly remembered something and took off a watch from his wrist with trembling hands.

"Boss, this is a reward given to me as a fortune teller for a high-ranking official. He said it was a Swiss watch. Do you think it's worth eight dollars? If not, I'll go find a few more people to tell fortunes. Maybe I'll save enough money tomorrow or the day after tomorrow."

The boss is obviously a connoisseur of value. A high-end Swiss watch costs one or two hundred dollars. Even if it is second-hand, it will not be less than one hundred dollars.

"Old beggar, this is Switzerland, not Sweden. It's not enough. But seeing you are so pitiful, I will be merciful and exchange it for a boat ticket! And please take out the twelve dollars as well."

The people watching nearby knew that the boss was trying to cheat the fortune teller, but no one dared to say anything, as it was better to keep their distance.

Seeing that Chen Feng was about to move the bag again, the boss shouted:

"Go one side and look for it there."

Chen Feng moved the bag aside, pretended to grope for a long time, and finally touched a stack of dollars. He counted them carefully three times and handed them to the boss very reluctantly. The boss did not want to touch the smelly dollars. Chen Feng had been observing for a long time when he counted, and the number was correct. The old poor guy, I don't know whether he went to Jiujiang to commit suicide or do something else.

"Throw it in the box"!

After saying that, he tore off a piece of the ticket and threw it on the ground. Chen Feng quickly put the money into the cash box, and hurriedly picked up the ticket, looking left and right, as if he was afraid that someone else would snatch it away.

"By the way, I forgot to ask, you old liar, what are you doing in Jiujiang?"

He earned a hundred dollars for nothing, and his name changed from old beggar to old swindler.

Chen Feng looked a little dazed, speaking standard Chinese mixed with Hakka dialect:

"When people get old, they always miss home. I have lived for so many years but have not saved any property. Fortunately, I have a nephew in Wujiawa, my hometown. I can go and live with him. When I die, I can have a place to be buried, which can be regarded as returning to my roots."

"Okay, go up! Find a sheltered corner in Class A and sit down. Don't go down to the cabin. Stay away from the passengers. You smell so good, ugh!"

He successfully got on the passenger ship, which was about to set sail. Passengers on the ship at this time were either businessmen or people visiting relatives. Chen Feng nestled in the gap between the cargo boxes on the deck. The wind on the river was a little cold.

He was so pretentious that he got himself into the boat. Alas, he could not get into the cabin and could only blow the wind on the deck.

The passenger ship set sail. Chen Feng looked at the river through the gap in the cargo box. There were many Japanese patrol boats cruising on the river, looking busy. There were also warships anchored on the south bank. When Chen Feng saw the huge boat, he suddenly had the urge to seize it. But forget it, he couldn't take too big a step. He had to train the team members first. It would be useless no matter how powerful a person was.

Going upstream, the speed was not very fast and the journey was not smooth. Although there was a Japanese flag on the ship, Japanese patrol boats came up to check from time to time. Chen Feng hid himself in the gap of the box. The Japanese turned a blind eye to the goods and only checked the passengers in the cabin for any suspicious persons. When Chen Feng saw the money that the boss secretly stuffed into the officer's pocket before leaving, he laughed. The bastard learned how to take bribes very quickly.

I left Nanjing in the morning and arrived in Jiujiang at around 98: in the morning. As an important city for attacking Wuhan, Jiujiang must be heavily defended. Although the k and time bombs I brought were disguised, they would not be able to withstand a careful search. Forget it! The weapons and ammunition were all protected, so the other things in the bag were not important.

After passing the mouth of Poyang Lake, Chen Feng packed up everything under the cover of night, left the tattered bag in the gap between the boxes, took off his tattered cotton-padded jacket and threw it into the water, and jumped off the cargo ship with his protective military uniform, crutches and bomb.

He shuddered; the water was too cold. Fortunately, the water flow was not too fast during the dry season in spring. Chen Feng began to swim across the river. Except for being a little cold, everything else was fine. Soaking in the water for a long time might cause hypothermia. Chen Feng intensified his swimming and successfully reached the shore in twenty minutes. Before dawn, Chen Feng collected some dry reeds, took out a kerosene lighter and lit it, dried his clothes and Japanese army uniforms, packed up and continued on his way.

The former site of the Lushan Conference is located in Huolianyuan, on the bank of Changchong River in the east valley of Guling, Lushan Mountain, Jiujiang City, Jiangxi Province, and at the foot of Zibi Peak. This building was originally named Lushan Grand Auditorium, which was the conference hall of Chuanxi Academy. The former site was built by the Central Party Headquarters of the Kuomintang at a cost of 1937 yuan. The Central Party Headquarters of the Kuomintang commissioned Gao Guansi, an engineer from the "Central China Company", to design it. On June 6, 24, the "Central News Agency" reported: Lushan Grand Auditorium, "is a palace-style, with glazed tiles, and is divided into two floors. The upper floor is used as a dining hall and the upper floor is used as an auditorium. It can accommodate thousands of people and can show movies." The altitude in front of the auditorium gate is 1007 meters. The National Government held big meetings here more than once. In this era, this place is relatively famous. The headquarters of the Japanese army's attack on Wuhan was designed here.

The Japanese army occupied Jiujiang and moved their headquarters from Anqing to the foot of Mount Lushan. Chen Feng did not rush to go up for reconnaissance as it was too easy to be exposed in broad daylight.

After hiding my things, I found an inn in a nearby town, had a nice meal, bought some thick clothes, bought a large bundle of strong ropes, checked into a guest room and started to rest quietly.

Chen Feng slept until dusk, had a full meal, ordered a pound of cooked beef, packed his bag, paid the bill and left the inn.

At six o'clock in the evening, Chen Feng started climbing the mountain. He had come to Lushan for tourism in his previous life, mainly to see Li Bai's view of the Lushan Waterfall. However, when he came, there was a severe drought. He had no choice but to wander around other places in Lushan for two days. The former site of the Lushan Conference was a place that Chen Feng was too familiar with. In order to admire the leader's demeanor and to find traces of the Lushan Conference during the Anti-Japanese War, Chen Feng wandered around for a whole day.

It was not difficult to go up the mountain. Instead of taking the main road, we climbed over the steep cliffs. There were no guards. When we reached Guling Mountain and looked out at the Changchong River, we found that the guards were very strict, especially around the buildings. There was a sentry every three steps and every five steps. Chen Feng did not rush down the mountain, but observed carefully with a sniper scope.

Through the huge window, he saw that the whole building looked very busy. The Japanese inside were walking around, but it seemed that they all went to a room near the east side. The angle was not good, and he could not see the situation in the east room. Chen Feng moved some distance from the top of the mountain, and found that the curtains of the east window were drawn. It was estimated that this might be Yan Junliu's room.