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

After a few days, it became apparent that more and more people in the city were having trouble making ends meet.

On such a hot day, there were quite a few collapsed cars on the streets, which was not common in Beijing before.

As the war continued to expand, the Japanese's logistics became increasingly tight.

Finally, at the end of August, the so-called governance committee announced the abolition of legal tender and the issuance of military notes instead.

Rice, noodles, sweet potatoes, sugar, oil and other food supplies were all under military control, and the grain stores changed to selling something called mixed noodles.

The name of mixed noodles is very clever, because people have no idea what is mixed in it, and perhaps the mixture is random.

If you taste sand, that's good. If you taste bark, that's not bad luck either. Some people bought two pounds of mixed flour, sifted out one pound of soil and half a pound of sawdust, and the rest was actually rat droppings.

No matter how bad this thing tastes, the people who have experienced hunger countless times can always grit their teeth and eat it. But eating it is not the end of the story, it becomes difficult to go to the toilet. The people walking on the street have red faces and thick necks, not because they are angry, but because they are holding it in.

In the patrol station, the patrolmen gathered together to chat during their breaks.

"Hey, are we out of sweet potatoes at home? I bought two pounds of mixed noodles yesterday, but they're damn inedible!"

"Alright, this isn't food for human consumption. Did you eat it in the end? Just bear with it. When you close your eyes and stretch your legs, you won't have to endure this living torment any more!"

As they were talking, Wang Xiaoshou came down mysteriously and called everyone, "Hey, don't make any noise, line up, and go to the patrol chief's office one by one."

Everyone was wondering, but they never hesitated to follow Lin Ze's instructions. They lined up one by one and went upstairs in turn.

When everyone came out, they all had an irrepressible look of joy on their faces, hunched over, and seemed to be holding something in their arms.

Wang Xiaoshou was still shouting, "I say, we have accumulated merits for eight lifetimes to have a superior like the patrol captain. If anyone dares to do something to let the patrol captain down, God will not let him go! He must go to the eighteenth level of hell!"

Everyone had tears in their eyes, who could say otherwise?

It turned out that Lin Ze didn't give anyone anything else but two bunches of sweet potatoes to each person.

This was not considered a good thing in the past, but it is different now. Now that you have cash in your pocket, where can you go to buy flour?

After everyone had gone home and some had patrolled the streets, Wang Xiaoshou went upstairs again.

"Master, you are amazing. Where did you get all these sweet potatoes?"

Lin Ze glared at him and said, "What sweet potato? Did you eat too much mixed noodles and your brain got damaged?"

Wang Xiaoshou slapped himself lightly, "Look at my mouth!"

A few days ago, Lin Ze helped the gendarmerie headquarters to seal off a grain store that did not comply with management on the street. The crazy system rewarded him with two tons of sweet potatoes. If he ate them all by himself, it would take him forever.

And Lin Ze doesn't need this. Even though food is controlled, no matter how strict the control is, there is still a black market.

Look at Old Liu who sells wontons. He is still setting up his stall secretly. Even the Suzhou-style dim sum shop, I don’t know how it found some way, but is still open for business.

But the price is different. In the past, you could have a bowl of meat wontons for 5 cents and 10 cents, but now? Without half a dollar, you can't even taste the soup.

As for the military notes, I'm sorry, no matter how much you pay, there are only three words: I can't make change!

Lin Ze drank tea and said, "Go to the streets and tell those people selling meat patties, wontons, and baked sesame cakes to be more restrained and not risk their lives for money. We may turn a blind eye to this, but if the Japanese see it, it will be no joke!"

Wang Xiaoshou nodded, "You are really a living Bodhisattva. If you say that the Japanese are really worthless, and those dog traitors, where does the food on the black market come from? Isn't it all from those big traitors? If you say that the Japanese officials didn't benefit from it, I will twist my head off and kick it like a ball!"

Lin Ze waved his hand and told him to get out and stop making jokes.

After drinking a few pots of tea, it was almost noon, so I took my gun and went walking on the street again.

The road was indeed much quieter. Only a few people had enough money to buy food on the black market. Most people looked pale. The snack shops were open, but there was not a single customer.

Turning a corner of an alley, I saw a boss setting up a stall with a griddle, frying meat patties with a sizzling sound.

When he saw the man in uniform, he was almost scared to death. He was about to abandon his stall and run away, but then he turned around and saw it was Lin Ze.

"Master Lin! Who did I think it was? I was so scared. Have you eaten yet? Two?"

Lin Ze went to take a look. The pancake was half the size of his palm and one finger thick. It was sizzling with oil. So he asked, "How much is it?"

The stall owner picked up the iron shovel and scooped off two patties, then wrapped them in oil paper. "You eat my meat patties, which is a favor to me. Why would I ask you for money? Isn't that a slap in the face? Try it, and come back if it's delicious!"

Lin Ze didn't say anything pretentious. He took it and ate while walking forward. It turned out that the meat pie was well made, with rich meat filling. When he took a bite of it while it was still hot, his mouth was full of oil.

I hadn't walked far when I heard a whistle from behind, "Stand there! Or I'll shoot!"

Lin Ze was about to reach for his gun, but when he turned around he saw that it wasn't the person calling him.

I saw a Japanese military police with two lackeys running towards the meat pie vendor.

The Japanese soldier took off the rifle on his back and aimed at the stall owner while running.

When the meat pie seller saw the gun pointed at him, his legs went limp with fear and he fell to his knees with his hands raised high.

The Japanese soldier chattered for a while, and the lackey next to him translated: "The lady asked you, how did you buy the flour, where did you buy the meat? Tell me now! Otherwise, you will die!"

The stall owner stammered and couldn't say anything, saying that he bought it on the black market, which is also a death sentence!

The Jap sneered, pulled the bolt, and loaded the bullet.

Lin Ze came over at this time and said in Japanese: "Sir, this is all a misunderstanding!"

The Japanese were stunned for a moment. This patrolman actually understood Japanese.

Lin Ze nodded and bowed, "Sir, this is all a misunderstanding. This vendor is selling meat patties here with permission from the Imperial Army!"

"Nani?"

"It's absolutely true. Mr. Miyamoto, who lives in Ertiao Hutong, is a businessman from your country. He has been here for many years and loves to eat this meat pie, so he asked his old classmate, the chief of the Military Police Headquarters, to let this vendor set up a stall here. If you don't believe me, I can take you to find Mr. Miyamoto to verify it!"

This Japanese soldier is just an ordinary soldier of the lowest rank. He can show off in front of his lackeys and ordinary people, but he would not dare to go to a businessman who might be a good friend of his immediate superior to verify this matter.

The Japanese soldier kicked the vendor who was kneeling on the ground to the ground, waved his hand and left with his lackeys without even looking at Lin Ze.

[Ding! Detected that the host deceived foreigners who did not know the truth, reward: 100 kilograms of sweet potatoes]

Lin Ze picked up the vendor and said, "Okay, I'll eat your two meat patties and save your life. Not only will I save your life, I'll also find a way for you to survive. Okay, you should just live peacefully here and sell meat from now on."

The vendor had already been frightened out of his wits, and now that he had survived the catastrophe, he was crying and saying, "I won't sell it anymore. I won't sell it anymore!"

Lin Ze shook his head. "You'll be exposed if you don't sell it! Don't worry, I'll bring a Japanese to your place to eat meat patties someday. After he finishes eating, you can sell it openly and no one will come to check you."