Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Xiyue went out. She was going to the second meat shop at the entrance of the alley to buy more meat to feed Lin Ze well at noon.

It is said that Erhunpu was originally a restaurant that sold vegetables, but now, a lot of the ingredients for cooking are often bought by Xiyue.

But business is not good now and not many people come to eat there. The owner of the second meat shop is happy to sell vegetables to her so that she can earn some money by running errands.

As soon as Xiyue arrived at the yard with the basket, the boss, who was tall and strong with a lot of fat on his waist, came out to greet her.

It seems that the saying that a cook will not become thin during a famine is true.

"Mrs. Xian, you came early today. I just came back from the black market. Guess what? A countryman killed a pig and brought half a pig to sell. I know you need a lot of meat, so I gritted my teeth and bought 20 kilograms. Anyway, the snow hasn't melted yet, so it can be stored."

Mrs. Xian is the official title of the concubine. It always sounds bad to call her concubine directly. It is more respectable to call her Mrs. Xian.

At the beginning, Xiyue always explained in a panic that she was not Mrs. Xian, but just a maid who served tea, swept the floor and cooked.

But the second meat shop owner still shouted like that, and was very polite, with his eyes looking at the ground, not even glancing at her.

He also discovered a pattern. For some reason, whenever he called her Mrs. Xian, she would buy more things than usual.

"Then cut off ten pounds for me!"

The owner of the second meat shop was so happy!

What a wealthy customer! Even though adding a dime per pound as a running errand fee is not a big deal, people buy a lot, so you can earn a dollar, right?

"Don't worry, I'll pick the fattest one for you!"

Xiyue remembered Lin Ze's habit and said quickly, "Don't want the fattest ones. The ones that are neither fat nor lean will do. Also some spare ribs."

The second meat shop owner was embarrassed: "Mrs. Xian, I didn't buy ribs!"

When buying meat these days, the first target is the fat on the outside, followed by the pork belly, and the cheapest is the ribs.

Because people lacked oil and water, and in an era when they could eat meat less than twice a year, the taste of fat was the taste of happiness, even a life-saving taste.

If someone in the countryside gets sick and no one knows what's wrong with him, he can stew half a chicken, drink the chicken soup and eat the chicken meat, and maybe the illness will be cured.

In fact, it is malnutrition caused by long-term lack of oil and water.

The second meat shop owner's eyes were like a ruler. He cut with a knife, weighed it on the scale, and it was ten pounds and two ounces. He poked a hole in it with the knife, passed a straw rope through it, and put it in Xiyue's basket.

Xiyue asked how much money it cost and counted it out and gave it to him. The owner of the second meat shop took it and brought out a basket of about fifteen or sixteen eggs from the house and insisted on giving it to Xiyue.

He didn't even want any money, saying it was a gift to Director Lin.

"It is a blessing for us that the Director can live here. If I ask for money after eating two of my eggs, am I still a human being?"

Xiyue could only carry the small basket and walk away.

After I went out, a newspaper boy ran past on the street outside the alley.

"Ma Liang, a member of the Administrative Committee, was assassinated! He was shot eight times but miraculously survived!"

When they got home, Lin Ze was already up. Xiyue didn't have time to say a word to him. She hurriedly kneaded the dough and rolled noodles, and made several stews, including meat, vegetarian, and egg dishes.

Everything was ready and served on the table. "Master, eat first. I'll make a few more dishes for lunch. You can rest at home for the next two days. I'll start the small boiler in the afternoon and we'll help you take a good bath."

Lin Ze smiled and said, "Our Xiyue is still the most considerate."

Then he looked at Xiyue's figure and planned to buy some clothes for the two sisters, such as fox fur and otter scarves.

At this time, the voice of a newspaper boy was heard outside, and Lin Ze asked Ruoxue to buy a newspaper.

This was a Peking morning newspaper with a very bold style and a relatively strong background. It often rushed to publish news, which sometimes made the gendarmerie headquarters very annoyed. However, considering public opinion, they could not just close the issue. Sometimes, even after the newspapers were sold, they were asked to recall them and destroy them.

Lin Ze read the news in the newspaper that Ma Liang was shot eight times but still alive, and thought to himself that this old guy was really lucky. He was also very cunning and even wore a bulletproof vest when attending the Japanese banquet.

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drug store.

Mao Wanli's eyes were red and he was extremely furious.

The action team leader Jiao Zhenguo next to him lowered his head and said nothing.

Mao Wanli turned around with his hands behind his back, "Lao Jiao, Lao Jiao, you are an old operative, how could you make such a mistake? Eight shots, eight shots! This Ma Liang is still alive?"

Jiao Zhenguo has a long history and has been involved in operations all the time. He participated in the assassination attempt on Zhang Jingyao.

After receiving the task of eliminating Ma Liang, the Beiping Station has been preparing. In order to ensure that everything goes well, Mao Wanli even asked Jiao Zhenguo, the team leader, to lead the team at his own risk.

Hearing Mao Wanli say this, Jiao Zhenguo felt aggrieved. "Stationmaster, it was because I was an old operative that such a thing happened. It was already dark at that time. After Ma Liang was shot and fell, there were already whistles. Moreover, the place where the incident happened was very close to Ma Liang's house. If I got too close, I might not have time to evacuate. In the dark and at a certain distance, shooting at the back of the heart is the safest position. I also fired two shots. Who would have thought that Ma Liang was wearing a bulletproof vest? And even if it was a bulletproof vest, who would have thought that the quality was so good?"

Then Jiao Zhenguo slammed the table and said, "Stationmaster, no matter what, the failure of this operation is my fault. Isn't that Ma Liang in Kawada Hospital? I will find a chance tonight and go in and kill Ma Liang!"

Jiao Zhenguo really cannot be blamed for this. Even if Ma Liang was wearing an ordinary bulletproof vest, he would have died eight times ago. But he was wearing an anti-fragmentation vest with steel plates on the front and back, which was originally prepared for machine gunners on planes to deal with anti-aircraft machine guns. Jiao Zhenguo used a chicken leg rifle, and even if the bullet penetrated the steel plate, it had no power.

Mao Wanli calmed down. "We can't go tonight. The Japanese are not stupid. Ma Liang will either be transferred or they will be heavily guarding the Kawada Hospital, waiting for our people to fall into their trap. We have to think about this matter carefully. I won't report to the headquarters yet. Let's find another opportunity."

Jiao Zhenguo nodded dejectedly. He understood this truth, but he was very unwilling to accept it. The traitors who died at his hands were at least 18 if not 20. He even killed a figure like Zhang Jingyao, and he shot him three times in the chest.

I didn't expect that I would fail at the hands of Ma Liang this time.

Looking at Jiao Zhenguo, Mao Wanli sighed in his heart.

"Zhenguo, you don't have to blame yourself. It's common for people in our line of work to encounter such things."

He had to speak softly. Although Mao Wanli was Dai's fellow villager, Jiao Zhenguo was also a prominent figure.

He is the son-in-law of Cao Zhongshan's eldest grandson. With this identity, he joined the Lixing Society and was at the forefront of the action. He was well-known by the old man.