I want to be a good person

After changing into Wu Cheng's clothes, the pit under my feet became deeper and deeper. When it was three meters deep, the ground started to become damp. There was a gap on the wall of the tunnel to facilitate climbing.

He took out the compass and aligned the direction. The 4-meter task should be completed in 15 days. In the previous life, when the two factions attacked the city, they made a lot of homemade planes. Their own earthwork volume was small, so the efficiency was the same, or even much higher. When the Kuomintang attacked Fengxiang, it took 15 days from preparation to end to dig more than 200 meters. The Red Party had even more achievements.

Tunnel work is like vertical shaft mining, and also like the cellars dug in the countryside for storage. What the Chinese are good at is working in the fields. As long as it doesn't rain and there are no septic tanks, Zhang Aiguo's biggest advantage is that he doesn't have to transport soil out, saving labor and time.

He used the purchased wooden boards and supports to prop up the earth hole behind him, digging like a mole, and took out a compass from time to time to check the direction. The damp mud mixed with sweat covered his body and even his face.

After three days, Zhang Aiguo, who was unable to distinguish the changes between day and night, looked at the knots of the hemp rope and calculated in his mind. Yes, it was the knot counting method invented by the ancients, one meter as one knot. He bought more than 18 meters of hemp rope in advance, and there were more than 5 left. The batteries of the Fearless had been replaced three times.

"Boom"

When the pickaxe was used, it hit something hard.

Zhang Aiguo was ecstatic, the time had finally arrived. He checked his pocket watch and saw that it should be 7:00 in the morning, but he had not yet gone to work.

Then he changed direction and dug to both sides along the hard ground. Because he didn't know the size of the vault, he thought he could dig around the concrete layer and make full use of the 9-meter partition wall to retrieve things. If there was anything left, he would be sorry for his hard work. People who mined coal underground were called coal blackies, and now he is Zhang the Clay Man.

The Six Nations Hotel was right next to it. Fortunately, we didn't dig underneath it towards the Bank of China. It would have been absolutely painful to encounter manure pits and sewage pools. It was a hundred meters or so, and we could have done it as long as we gritted our teeth and made up our minds. The only problem was that we needed too many supports, the air was thin, and it was easy to be exposed.

As they dug, their speed slowed down, one reason being the construction waste and the other being the fear of making too much noise.

In one corner of the space, the soil was piled high into two cylindrical shapes.

After another day and a half, they dug most of the way around the hard ground, mainly on the side near the Six Nations Hotel. A faint foul smell could be smelled. The smell in the tunnel was already foul, and Zhang Aiguo almost vomited the marinated mutton he had eaten at noon. They backfilled the tunnel with some soil to block it, but the smell still emanated. The backfill could not be compacted, and there were gaps for the smell to flow through.

Looking at the dark hole behind him, he encountered a hibernating snake during the operation. If the manure pond was dug open, Zhang Aiguo would become the most miserable person who traveled through life and death and would be drowned by the manure.

Zhang Aiguo, who was waiting for the bank to close, was reviewing his operations and suddenly thought of a good way to deal with the Japanese. He would dig a dry toilet under a big tree, accumulate feces, and hang the Japanese upside down, choking them to death with the feces. When the so-called Japanese came back, it would really be a ghost toilet.

You can also tie the devils to a wooden pole, connect iron wires high up on a rainy day, and when lightning flashes, I wonder what their old Amaterasu will think of it, and whether he will be very excited.

Or you can learn from the ancients to make yangsui and focus the sunlight on the devil's temple. The sunlight can restrain all evil spirits, which is a kind of enjoyment to watch.

You can also fly kites and fly airplanes in a traditional way, and let them learn how to walk through mountains of swords and seas of fire, as well as the Middle Eastern stoning punishment...

The more Zhang Aiguo thought about it, the more excited he became. The Japanese were not human at all, and no matter how he treated them, it would not be excessive. While waiting, he heard the vault door opening twice. The bank also provided safe deposit services, and many people used it to store valuables. After the war, the development of the Japanese bank was inseparable from the contributions of the defeated and the dead. It was only after it embezzled countless properties that it had the wings to take off.

Listening to the communication in English and Chinese, Zhang Aiguo was unable to describe his feelings and could only look down at the time.

Time passes by every second, waiting is lonely and long, and you can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

The nation's self-confidence was interrupted in the middle period of the pigtail era. After kneeling for a long time, it is said that temporarily bowing the head is for a better way to raise the head, but after a long time, it is difficult to stand up after getting used to kneeling. Bad habits can be formed in three days. Most of the puppet soldiers, public intellectuals in the previous life, actors, experts, professors, wealthy people, officials, etc. were hit by sugar-coated bullets. Few of them did it for the country and the nation. The so-called patriotism is like the roundabout way of saving the country by the Wang Puppet Government. It sounds iron-willed but is soft as mud in practice. It is ridiculous, but it is high-sounding and righteous.

The pocket watch in Zhang Aiguo's hand has a brass case. It came from the captain of Shimen. It has a lid and a white porcelain bottom. The hands and scales are all made of copper. The pure silver pocket watch obtained in Wucheng was given to Zhao Xinyu. They are all imported goods.

The second hand is below the dial, independent of the minute hand and hour hand. On the surface, they do not affect each other, but in fact they are one and the same. However, most people subconsciously ignore the role of the second hand.

The minute hand turned round and round without regrets, and under the yellow-white light, the hour hand finally pointed to 20:00 in the evening.

“Get to work”

Turn on the gluttonous mode, collect~collect~collect. If someone sees it, they will be amazed at the magic of the Creator. The shelves and gold bricks and coins will disappear without a trace, just like a black hole that suddenly appears.

Zhang Aiguo backfilled the soil while retreating. After turning three sides, he began to evacuate. It was hard when digging, but it was fast when retreating. When he couldn't hold on any longer, it really collapsed.

When we returned to the shaft, the residents above were already home and we could hear voices.

After dinner, I won’t go out even if it’s cold. Apart from the entertainment of creating humans, the only thing left is Zhuang Zhou’s magic.

Zhang Aiguo listened to the noise and slowly climbed out of the shaft using his hands and feet. He stood on the ground. There was mud under his feet and two obvious footprints.

After simply cleaning off the mud on his body and the traces on the ground, he tiptoed out of the house and borrowed someone else's land for free. Zhang Aiguo threw a piece of muddy cash on the ground as a surprise to the host, which was considered a usage fee. One should do things in an authentic way, be a little particular, and adapt to local customs.

The people in the room still heard the noise. A man in a cotton-padded jacket opened the door, holding a wooden stick in one hand and a lantern in the other. He bravely walked out and checked the door first. The bolt was tightly locked. He walked around the yard and found nothing unusual. The walls were frozen hard and it was difficult to leave any traces.

"Strange, there's no one here"

After saying that, I prepared to go back to my room. It was still very cold at night.

When he reached the door, he felt uneasy, so he went back to the main door, pulled out the bolt, opened the door, took a look, and then closed and locked it again.

He lowered his head and thought to himself that this area was still very safe. There were foreign soldiers, foreign guns and cannons, armored vehicles, as well as police stations and other institutions.

When he arrived at the door and opened it, his wife was waiting for him, standing in the middle of the room with a worried look on her face, holding a kitchen knife in her hand.

Seeing him going back and forth twice, he got a little anxious and asked quickly, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

"It's okay, the gate and walls are fine, and there's no one in the yard. It's strange."

After the man finished answering, he put down the things in his hands, got on the bed and blew out the lights.

I lay down and tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

"What's wrong? Are you cooking like a pot?"

"It's okay. I think I missed something just now. Go to sleep first and let me think about it."

The man touched his head and found no heat. There seemed to be a hint of reflection in the dim light. What was that?

The man turned over again and his wife's arm was taken away.

"What are you doing?"