Bright Sword: Follow Kong's fun and build the strongest military industry

It is precisely because of such a good skill that Xiao Ma's family can live a good life in Shanghai. However, this kind of thing is not something that anyone can do if they want to.

In addition to having the corresponding bicycle repair technology, there must also be a sufficient source of parts, otherwise it would be extremely difficult to open a bicycle repair stall.

As the production capacity of bicycles in our base grows, more and more bicycles are put on the market. In big cities like Shanghai, ordinary people basically buy bicycles for the convenience of travel.

Especially in the concessions and the more prosperous areas of the city, the proportion of bicycles owned by ordinary people is quite astonishing. After all, cars in this era consume strategic resources such as oil, which ordinary people simply cannot afford.

Bicycles are better. Not only are they fast, but the key is that they don't consume any energy. As long as you are strong, you can even carry someone and earn some extra money.

In an ordinary family, a bicycle is the most important property in the family and the hope for survival for the whole family.

We have several mechanical processing factories in our base that specialize in producing various bicycle parts. These parts are then transported to major cities through various channels. Some of them are used to assemble bicycles, and some are used to repair bicycles.

This will not only obtain a large amount of funds for the development of the industrial zone, but also make the lives of the people here a little easier. At the same time, it will also use high-quality and low-priced products to squeeze foreign and enemy bicycles out of the market.

Faced with the high-priced and low-quality industrial products from abroad, the Chinese people have had enough. They had no choice before, but now everyone just wants to use bicycles produced by their own people.

Even if the quality is lower and the price is higher, most people will choose to support their own companies. What's more, the industrial products we produce on the market are much better than those produced abroad.

Xiao Ma placed all the bicycle repair tools and various parts on a piece of rag, and then greeted the wonton seller nearby:

"Lao Zhang, you're up pretty early today. How's business going?"

"It's Xiao Ma. His business is just so-so. He can barely make a living in this troubled world."

Lao Zhang's wonton stall cooperates very well with Xiao Ma's bicycle repair shop. Generally, people who come to repair their bicycles will go to Lao Zhang's to eat a bowl of wontons while waiting, or get their bicycle repaired while eating wontons. In this way, the business of both stalls will become better.

It is precisely because of this that Xiao Ma and Lao Zhang have a very harmonious relationship. Moreover, they are not in the same industry, so there is no problem of stealing business. The two can be regarded as friends regardless of age.

But in fact, Lao Zhang can also be regarded as our peripheral intelligence personnel, but he and Xiao Ma are not the same superior, they don’t know each other, and Lao Zhang’s situation is a bit special.

He has two sons. His wife died when the children were very young. He raised his two sons with great difficulty. However, his eldest son joined the army and is fighting the Japanese on the front line. He has not heard from him for a year and now no one knows whether he is dead or alive.

But in his heart, no news is the best news, and even if his eldest son died in battle with the enemy, it would be a sacrifice for the country, and he would feel extremely honored.

About a year ago, Lao Zhang's eldest son asked someone to bring back a letter and ten dollars, telling him that he was now a company commander in the National Army and had killed four or five enemies with his own hands, and asked Lao Zhang not to worry.

After receiving this news, Lao Zhang was extremely excited, but he couldn't tell anyone about this kind of thing, so he could only keep this honor in his heart.

He originally thought that his life would continue to be dull as usual, until one day, he discovered that his youngest son was also doing something secretly, and there were often strangers coming in and out of the house, and most of them happened while he was setting up a stall.

After some questioning, his youngest son finally confessed that he had become a glorious intelligence officer of our party, specifically responsible for collecting and collating intelligence in this area.

After hearing the news, Lao Zhang was both proud and worried. He was proud that his two sons, whom he had painstakingly raised, had embarked on the path of anti-Japanese resistance. This was his greatest achievement in his life, no doubt about it.

However, what worries him is that this road is too thorny and his two sons may face life-threatening danger at any time.

The eldest son fights with the brutal Japanese invaders in the army every day, and he will die in the battlefield if he is not careful; the youngest son is not much better off. Agent No. 76 arrests people like a mad dog every day. He has seen no less than ten anti-Japanese patriots die on the streets. It is basically like he is in the company of death every day.

However, there is no home without a country. This is an unchanging truth since ancient times, and he, an ordinary citizen, is very clear about it.

If the country is gone, then everyone will become a slave. Even if the children are sitting at your knees, what is the point?

It's a pity that the Zhang family has no third generation. The eldest son is in the army so there is no hope for him, and the younger son probably doesn't have the mindset to get married given his situation.

Besides, free love seems to be popular among young people in Shanghai now, which is completely different from the concept of their older generation. He didn't understand it, so he just let his sons do what they wanted.

However, Lao Zhang finally strongly requested that he be allowed to participate in the fight against the invaders, even if it was just to make a small contribution.

He has lived to such an old age and has long put life and death aside. Being able to make some contribution to this troubled nation at this time is the greatest honor of his life.

Of course, he also had a little idea, which was to stay closer to his youngest son. Once danger occurred, he would replace his youngest son even at the cost of his own life. As long as the young man survived, there was hope for this country.

After much consideration, we finally let Lao Zhang continue his old business and open a wonton stall on the street. In addition to writing down some information that diners casually said during conversations, sometimes when our comrades passed by here to inquire about intelligence, they would also sit at the table next to the wonton stall.

After all, if you sit for a long time at other food stalls, it will easily cause dissatisfaction among the stall owners, and if you change your position frequently, it will also arouse the vigilance of Agent No. 76.

After Xiao Ma and Lao Zhang opened their stall, there were no customers at that time, so the two sat together and chatted.

Because neither of them knows each other's identity, they both want to learn some information that they don't know through conversation. However, whether it is useful or not, they just need to collect and summarize it and let others distinguish it.

However, neither of them had much experience in this area, and they mainly talked about gossip about other people's private affairs, which were basically trivial matters. After chatting for a while, they met someone eating wontons, and the two went their separate ways.

The two people who came were the young spies number 76. They looked sleepy and listless, and it was obvious that they had not slept last night and stayed up all night.

A fat man walked up to Lao Zhang's stall and shouted, "Old man, give me two big bowls of wontons, with more sesame oil."