I want to be a good person

"Alright, Captain Ogawa Mimitsu has arrived at the maintenance station. You are responsible for the safety of the railway. Now is the time for you to show your loyalty."

The interpreter repeated the sergeant's words, saying that they still had to have some dignity now and needed an excuse to steal things in order to maintain long-term public order.

No, a small maintenance station needs to come out to rob things?

Zhang Aiguo watched coldly, Captain Ogawa Sanguang, could it be that they encountered a temporary armored train of the Japanese? With heavy artillery fire, infantry and operators, the number of casualties would be quite large.

Who came up with the bad idea of ​​using Chinese things to honor the Japanese?

Most people relied on earning some money at the market to buy salt and oil to improve their lives during the New Year.

With the arrival of the Japanese, all of this came to nothing.

"This, this, that, that."

Several puppet Manchukuo soldiers carried pork, pig heads, fish, cabbage and radishes onto the truck. They were overjoyed because they could share some of the leftovers like dogs.

You have finished your meal, but how do we Chinese celebrate the New Year?

"Taijun, Taijun"

"I am a cook, willing to serve the Empire of Japan!"

When the sergeant heard the familiar Japanese, he looked at the person who squeezed out of the crowd with an amused look on his face.

This man raised his right hand high, his face full of excitement and extreme excitement. It was Zhang Aiguo.

"come over!"

"Taijun."

"Can you cook?"

"Lu cuisine chef, five or six years."

"very good"

The translator looked at Zhang Aiguo with hostility. Damn it, he is here to steal my job.

"Taijun, this person cannot be trusted."

"Well, why?"

"Taijun, I didn't see his good citizen certificate."

"Very promising, give me your ID"

"Yes"

The Japanese soldier took a quick look at it and threw the document to the translator.

The translator carefully checked the photos and found no problems.

"Stretch out the fingers of your left hand!"

This is to check whether the fingers are in the shape of a bucket or a dustpan.

Damn, you're working so hard for the devils? Does your mother know?

Will your ancestors jump out of their graves and smash your head?

Zhang Aiguo stretched out his hand helplessly.

The Japanese sergeant watched with a smile, as if he was watching a joke, and the other Japanese soldiers also laughed. To them, it was just two dogs fighting and vying for favor, and they were not as well behaved as the puppies they raised themselves.

"Okay, no problem, let's go back and entertain Captain Ogawa as soon as possible."

"Report to the Madam, this person should not be a cook!"

"why?"

The devil's right hand was on the hilt of the knife, ready to draw the knife at any time.

"Taijun, this is a maintenance association set up by my father-in-law. My father is in charge of this area. I guess the township guards have never seen him."

"Anti-Union?"

"possible!"

The Japanese were very sensitive. Their resources, economic plunder and military attacks mostly relied on railway transportation. They were very defensive, so they built armored trains.

The light machine gun on the motorcycle was pointed at Zhang Aiguo, ready to shoot.

"Taijun, Taijun, please listen to my defense, no, please listen to my explanation!"

"Well, tell me."

"Taijun, that's right. I just got here, so why am I not looking for a job? They are jealous of me. They saw that I can speak Japanese and join Taijun's team. They are envious."

After hearing this, the sergeant narrowed his eyes and said nothing.

The captain has brought a lot of people with him, and to cook for so many people, he definitely needs help. If someone helps, it will probably be done faster.

He waved his hand forward, and two Japanese soldiers came up to search him. One of them stood behind him, holding a rifle with a long bayonet, ready to stab him at the slightest movement.

The Japanese searched very carefully, even the leather boots I was wearing were not spared. These shoes were just bought at the market, and they bought ten pairs in a row as backup.

When I asked about the price at first, I was completely confused. The medium-sized model weighs nine taels and is sold by weight. There are only three sizes: large, medium and small. There is also a bundle of spare Ula grass, which the masters have already pounded until soft.

The cowhide is smoked with straw or red grass into an apricot yellow color, with the edges curled inward, more than twenty "dumplings" on the toe, a "shoe face" or "tongue" on the instep, and neat holes on the top of the shoe for tying "shoelaces".

"Take out the Ula grass stuffed inside."

The interpreter shouted at Zhang Aiguo.

Awesome, really awesome.

My feet are really cold.

Just wait, I’ll show you what’s on your mind!

Zhang Aiguo secretly hated him in his heart.

Fortunately, I even changed my socks, otherwise it would have been exposed.

After the body search was finally completed, the bag was opened directly on the ground, revealing more than ten yuan in old sheep bills.

"No, where are your old shoes?"

“Isn’t this here?”

A pair of gangster's shoes was in another small bag, along with a few pairs of worn homespun socks. The current feature was that people were reluctant to throw away old shoes.

"boarding."

Zhang Aiguo climbed into the car. The beard on his face was a little stiff. He chose the wrong beard in a hurry. The black cotton-padded jacket did not block the wind and was a little cold. When he heard that the Japanese were coming, he started to prepare. Everyone was in a panic and no one paid much attention to his movements.

Damn, the chestnut horse with a beard is still there. I guess it will be sent to the home of the chairman of the maintenance association.

The car was shaking and bumping so hard that I almost vomited.

Turning into a large yard, two railroad tracks extended from outside and a temporary maintenance point.

Zhang Weiguo saw the armored train he had been longing for.

Cut, it's not a temporary armored train, but a Manchuria-class armored train with only 7 carriages, one of which is equipped with sleepers, rails and sandbags for railway repair.

"You, go and help."

Without waiting for Zhang Aiguo to jump out of the car, the interpreter shouted loudly to arrange the work.

Helping to carry supplies, I observed the environment. There was a truck and a three-wheeled vehicle with about eighty or ninety Japanese soldiers.

There is a stable next to the dry toilet with two rubber carts parked inside. It is hard to see how many animals are inside.

There was a Japanese soldier standing guard at each of the four wooden sentry towers.

There was a Type 92 heavy machine gun mounted on the sandbag shelter at the entrance, with three machine gun crews on standby, and a sentry with a rifle on his back.

It's not possible to fight by force. It's not worth it and you can't win.

After moving the things, I saw a few devils washing rice, which was to make rice balls.

Zhang Aiguo tied up his white apron and rushed over to help.

"Yours, leave!"

"Taijun, I'm here to help."

As soon as the Japanese language came out, the Japs' vigilance dropped.

The sergeant was working hard, looked up, and said, "Speaking Japanese, where did you learn it?"

"Taijun, Kyoto, I worked at a Kyoto restaurant. It's our first meeting, please take care of me."

Zhang Aiguo bowed his head.

"Very good, you come and help."

While busy with his hands, the sergeant kept asking about his work in Kyoto, talking about tempura, Sapporo beer, Kirin beer, miso soup, soba noodles, skewers, sashimi, etc., and chatting about the weather at the time.

Not hearing anything unusual, I slowly let down my guard and gained initial trust.

The so-called puppet Manchukuo troops turned out to be menial servants, a dozen of them, picking and washing vegetables, and the water was very cold.

Zhang Aiguo helped put the rice balls into the steamer one by one and added some poison on the surface, which was "friendly" sponsored by the Japanese drugstore.

Before the 60s, the Japanese used a large number of Chinese characters. Although the pronunciations were different, the meanings were mostly the same. If you thought about it carefully, you could understand it roughly even if you didn't know Japanese.

The Japanese soldiers only had two rice balls per person on average, and they had just finished making these.

"come here."