Traveling through 1942 with space

When Hou Xiaoge heard the conductor tell him not to shout, he smiled inwardly, thinking that this conductor must be from Qin Province.

Fortunately, the Central Plains and Qin Province are adjacent to each other and their dialects are similar, otherwise most people would not be able to understand it.

After the train was turned off, the world seemed to have returned to peace, but before the silence lasted for a while, the sound of artillery fire outside became louder, and the whizzing and booming sounds of the shells were deafening, as if they were exploding next to the ears.

After the panic and fear just now, the passengers in the carriage leaned out of the windows to look. Hou Xiaoge was no exception, and he even bravely jumped out of the window.

Anyway, once a coal-fired train is shut down, it will take at least ten to twenty minutes to restart it, so it's a good opportunity to jump out and get some fresh air.

The conductor turned a blind eye to stubborn people like Hou Xiaoge and turned around to scold other passengers not to run around.

At this time, the ground outside the train was hot under the sun because there was no vegetation. Hou Xiaoge could feel the temperature of the soil even in his cloth shoes.

Not far along the railway, groups of disaster victims, carrying their loads and leading their children, moved slowly westward along the railway line.

Looking further away, two or three kilometers away, the Japanese devils who occupied the Shanxi territory were manipulating artillery and bombarding the railway line along the Yellow River.

Similarly, the National Army was not afraid either. Relying on its geographical advantage, it fought back against the Japanese in Tongguan and Lingbao.

Hou Xiaoge had never seen such a loud artillery fire in his life, let alone fighting against the Japanese devils.

For a moment, Hou Xiaoge felt that the warlike genes in his blood were about to revive, and he really wanted to swim across the Yellow River to kill a few beasts.

"Heiwa, why did you get off the car?"

Just as Hou Xiaoge was watching with great passion, several voices came from the carriage behind him.

Hou Xiaoge turned around and saw that it was his childhood friend Yangwa and others in the village.

Yangwa was tied to a pole on the carriage by his uncle with a rope. Now he was lying on the carriage and waving at Hou Xiaoge excitedly.

The roof of the carriage was full of people. Under the scorching sun with a temperature of over 30 degrees, everyone was basking in the sun and carrying baskets of clothes on their heads.

Hou Xiaoge noticed that many children and older women had chapped lips from the sun and were hiding behind the figures.

"Sheep boy, are you guys okay up there?" Hou Xiaoge looked at the sheep boy who was waving at him and asked with a smile.

"Heiwa, do you have any water? We drank up all the water we brought yesterday. I'm so thirsty after being exposed to the sun that I feel like my throat is burning." Yangwa pinched his neck, looked at Hou Xiaoge with a hopeless face, and said in a hoarse voice.

"There is not much water on the train, but I still have some in my bamboo tube. I'll give it to you!" Seeing that his fellow villagers were all thirsty, Hou Xiaoge asked his eldest sister to pass his bamboo tube to his second uncle Yangwa on the roof of the train.

"Brother Yangtuan, we only need to keep one bamboo tube. We're almost at Tongguan anyway, so let the tribe members drink the water in the bamboo tube!" The young girl leaned out of the window and handed another bamboo tube to the tribe member on the roof of the carriage.

"Hey! Thank you, Sister Cuiping." The tribesmen in the carriage quickly lay down and took the bamboo tube from Hou Cuiping and Hou Xiazhu.

Watching the refugees from Nanjiagou getting water from the car, the refugees on the roofs of other carriages cast envious glances at them.

After watching for a while, the shelling stopped temporarily. Hou Xiaoge saw refugees walking towards the train. Not wanting to cause trouble, he quickly asked his cousin Erhuan to throw down the rope that he had prepared in advance from the window, and then he climbed in nimbly.

"Heiwa, this window is higher than an adult from the floor below. When did you develop such good skills? You climbed up in just a few whooshes, as if you were flying over eaves or walls." Erhuan looked at his cousin, who was almost as tall as him, with admiration.

"Oh! It's no big deal. If you're brave and strong, you can do it too." Hou Xiaoge said pretentiously.

"Alas! I am brave, but how can I have the strength if I am hungry?

I don't know how you grew up. Everyone else was hungry, but you still grew taller. Now you are almost as tall as me, and you are stronger than me." Er Huan said with a look of resentment.

"Ahem! I eat the same thing as you guys. Maybe it's because I'm in good health." Hou Xiaoge looked embarrassed and coughed twice to get the point across.

Hou Xiaoge couldn't say that he had a feast of meat, steamed buns, rice, melons and fruits every day in his space.

After nearly two months of supplementation and daily exercise in the space, Hou Xiaoge, now ten years old, has recovered to the state of a normal child.

Especially after today's cleansing of the bones and marrow, Hou Xiaoge's strength exceeds that of an adult.

Hou Xiaoge is now about 1.23 meters tall, and in this era, a ten-year-old is not considered too short.

He has gained some weight. He used to be skin and bones due to hunger, weighing 30 or 40 kilograms. Now he has gained at least 10 kilograms, probably more than 50 kilograms.

After Hou Xiaoge returned to his seat, cannons outside were heard firing every once in a while, and the train did not start until lunchtime.

During this time, the conductor came over and told us that once the train reached the Yellow River, it would speed up and pass through the Tongguan Tunnel.

If we are lucky, we will arrive in Qin Province safely. If we are unlucky and a shell hits the train, we will all be doomed.

When the train arrived in front of the tunnel near the Yellow River, they hid behind the built wall and began to blow the whistle, so as to confuse the Japanese and prove that the train was passing.

Sure enough, after the whistle, seven or eight shells were fired towards the tunnel.

The shells fell, and dust was scattered all around to form smog. The refugees fleeing on the railway looked for places to hide.

At this time, the refugees in the carriage and on the roof of the carriage were all tied to the same rope, and everyone held their breath nervously.

When the artillery fire subsided and the Japanese changed their shells, the train, having blown its whistle, seized the opportunity and rushed into the tunnel.

As it grew dark outside the window, the passengers in the carriage breathed a sigh of relief, as they had finally entered the tunnel.

But it’s not over yet, Xiao Ri’s artillery can still reach the other end of the tunnel.

At this time, when the Kuomintang garrison saw the train coming, they also cooperated and picked up their artillery to bombard the Japanese positions opposite, in order to buy time for the train.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

It was unknown how long it had been before the train blew its whistle and the refugees inside and outside the carriage cheered. This time they had truly escaped from the Central Plains and arrived in Qin Province.

"It's time to eat. Those who need to eat can go to the restaurant." At this moment, the conductor's voice rang out in the carriage.

Most of the people in the second-class carriage were well-off and petty bourgeoisie, they had money in their hands, so it was impossible for them to starve, so they all stood up and walked towards the restaurant.

Some people didn't go, either because they got off at Tongguan or because they didn't have much money and waited for the dining car to come and buy cheaper boxed lunches.

Hou Xiaoge's family are ordinary people, and they are about to get off the bus in Tongguan, so naturally they have no intention of getting up to eat.

After four or five minutes, a conductor wearing an apron pushed the dining car and began to ask questions in the carriage.

Hou Xiaoge was curious about what kind of food was sold on trains in those days, so he stood up and took a look. There was rice, two vegetarian dishes, one meat dish, and the noodles were egg stew.

These two kinds of food are indeed considered New Year delicacies for people of this era, and of course the prices are also very touching.

Rice was 1.6 cents, noodles 1.4 cents, these prices made Hou Xiaoge exclaim, wow, this is robbery! It turns out that it was the same on the trains of that era. (The money here is all in dollars, in French currency, I will mention the word French currency separately.)

Although the five-year-old brother and four-year-old cousin looked envious, Hou Xiaoge's aunt and uncle turned a blind eye. This thing was not something that ordinary people could afford, so they better let them leave quickly!

The train continued running for about half an hour, and finally came to a slow stop with a whistle.

"After more than two months, we finally arrived in Qin Province."

Hou Xiaoge looked at the bustling crowd outside, a bright smile appeared on her face, and she breathed a sigh of relief.