After relying on the motherland, my supermarket has become more and more prosperous.

As a Chinese who was born under the red flag and grew up in the spring breeze, I naturally have a filter for revolutionary martyrs.

It cannot be said to be a filter, but rather a kind of worship and admiration that comes from the heart.

After all, it is because of these countless martyrs who fought all the battles they could, that we have the happy life we have today.

Every Chinese person, if they had the opportunity to travel through time and space and meet these martyrs, would probably be extremely excited.

And when the martyr was replaced by Mr. Hu, the excitement was even greater.

For example, Jiang Wanwan at this moment is the most true portrayal.

She said she wanted to explain to Mr. Hu everything that happened yesterday, but as she spoke, she couldn't control her emotions.

The person in front of me is not Mr. Hu who was unconscious last night.

But the living, sober Mr. Hu, the real Mr. Hu, the feeling is completely different.

Looking at Mr. Hu's great face, Jiang Wanwan became excited as she spoke, and her eyes became red as she spoke, and she even stammered at times...

After telling the story of what happened last night in a confusing manner, Jiang Wanwan's excited emotions finally calmed down.

Then, she began to worry again. Her performance just now was too bad. Would Mr. Hu think she was sick?

But looking at the gentle and kind smile on Mr. Hu's face, it shouldn't be the case.

After listening to Jiang Wanwan's explanation, Mr. Hu looked at the national destiny factor inspection device and asked curiously.

"Is this a machine for testing your own values? How do I operate it specifically?"

"Just stand in front of this camera!" Jiang Wanwan introduced enthusiastically.

Hearing this, Mr. Hu took two steps forward and looked at the camera in front of him curiously.

Jiang Wanwan finally realized that there seemed to be no cameras in the country at that time?

At this time, the detection light was emitted, covering Hu Gong and gradually dissipated, and the screen under the camera lit up.

[Hu Gong: Point out the factors of national destiny]

Ok?

Jiang Wanwan opened her mouth wide and counted twice before finally confirming the number on the screen.

The national destiny factors of more than 880,000 were more than double what she had expected.

This is almost the largest data Jiang Wanwan has ever seen, more than 800,000 and close to 900,000!

However, when I think about it carefully, I suddenly feel that what Mr. Hu did in his life and his contributions to the country are quite reasonable.

So after being shocked, Jiang Wanwan easily accepted this number.

"Is this number of mine a lot? How much supplies can I buy?" Mr. Hu asked, not quite understanding.

Jiang Wanwan nodded happily and said exaggeratedly, "It's a lot, more than ten times what Captain Xu has! Even if all the Red Army came, they wouldn't be able to take away all the goods we can buy!"

Hu Gong was startled when he heard this, then he nodded and smiled, "That's great!"

"Mr. Hu was sick last night and didn't eat anything. He must be hungry, right? I'll get you something to eat." Jiang Wanwan said very enthusiastically.

Now, although the other Red Army soldiers have not woken up yet, since Mr. Hu has tested his own national destiny factor, he can naturally buy things.

Jiang Wanwan flipped her hand, took out a bag of shaqima, opened it, handed it to Mr. Hu and said.

"This is called Shaqima, and it only costs 5 points of national destiny factor!"

Comparing the prices, Mr. Hu instantly realized how huge a fortune he possessed.

So he didn't refuse, reached out to take the shaqima and took a bite.

Seeing that Mr. Hu had eaten, Jiang Wanwan took out another box of self-heating rice, opened it and started making it, while still introducing it in detail.

The self-heating rice was ready and placed aside to heat up, and Mr. Hu also finished eating the shaqima in his hand.

So, Jiang Wanwan took out other food, a boiled egg and a bag of chocolate.

The chocolate was unwrapped and handed to Mr. Hu, and the braised egg was placed on the lid of the self-heating rice to heat them together.

In fact, Jiang Wanwan originally wanted to take out canned yellow peaches and apples to feed Hu Gong.

But thinking that Mr. Hu had just recovered from a serious illness and was not suitable for eating cold food, he had no choice but to give up.

Mr. Hu peeled off the wrapping paper and curiously put the black ball into his mouth, only to find that it was actually chocolate. He immediately put the remaining three pieces into his pocket carefully.

The sweet and smooth chocolate melted in his mouth. Even Mr. Hu, who always looked calm, couldn't help but squint his eyes and reveal an expression of enjoyment.

While Mr. Hu savored the delicious food, he looked at Jiang Wanwan in front of him and suddenly asked, "Miss Jiang, do you know me? Have you seen me before?"

Jiang Wanwan was stunned by the question, and then answered honestly: "I have heard of you, but this is the first time I have seen you in person!"

"Since this is our first meeting, why did Miss Jiang look at me as if we were meeting an old friend?" Mr. Hu asked again.

Reunion with old friends?

It is indeed a reunion of old friends!

After all, Hu Gong's life deeds have been written in history books for future generations to learn and admire.

Just like the saying 'Who in the world doesn't know you?', aren't all Chinese people old friends of Mr. Hu?

But, was the look in my eyes just now really that obvious?

Jiang Wanwan bit her lip helplessly, wondering how to answer this question?

Otherwise, just confess!

However, although Hu Gong asked this question, it seemed that he did not necessarily need an answer.

Before Jiang Wanwan could speak, she heard him ask again: "Miss Jiang is Chinese?"

"Of course, I am a Chinese in life and a Chinese ghost in death!" Jiang Wanwan answered righteously.

Our ancestors asked us if we were Chinese, so we couldn’t hesitate even a little!

Upon hearing the answer, Hu Gong subconsciously showed a happy smile on his face.

Seeing this, Jiang Wanwan couldn't bear it anymore and couldn't wait to confess.

"Mr. Hu, I actually traveled back from 89, so I recognized you right away. After the Red Army crossed the grassland, they..."

Before he could finish his words, 007's warning rang in his mind.

"Host, please note that everything that happened during the shielding period cannot be searched or mentioned."

Grass!

Jiang Wanwan's upper and lower lips seemed to be stuck together with glue, and she couldn't utter a single word.

She didn't expect that not only could she not search for things that happened in the past 50 years, but she couldn't even speak out the information she knew?

In other words, if Jiang Wanwan wanted to reveal things about the future to Mr. Hu, she could only start from 1960.

The reason why she could say that she had traveled through time was because the year 2024 where she was was not within the blocked range.

But by 1960, New China had already been established for eleven years, so there was nothing to be reminded of, right?

When Mr. Hu heard these words, a look of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure.

When he saw Jiang Wanwan suddenly stop talking halfway through her words, he thought she was hesitating, so he spoke more considerately.

"It's enough for Miss Jiang to tell me this. If you find it difficult to tell me the rest, I won't say it!"

Jiang Wanwan was so upset that she felt like crying.

She was indeed in trouble, but it was not an emotional trouble, but a physical trouble!