Dreaming back to 1949, the great powers were there to deceive us

Everyone stood in front of the pigpen, looking confused.

Robin Hood coughed twice and suggested,

"Gentlemen, we can't just sit there and wait for death. I suggest you all head in the direction of the General Mountain Service Area."

Kevin half sat on a rock, rubbing his legs and sighing.

"The key is that we don't know the direction!"

Hardong glared and cursed.

"Why did I believe Hu Zhenhua's lies last night and stay here? I want to protest, I want to sue Hu Zhenhua! I want to..."

Everyone has this idea, but is Hu Zhenhua easy to mess with? He has widespread support in the political circle, and ordinary businessmen can't do anything to him.

Kevin rolled his eyes and asked, "If you don't stay here, do you want to sleep in the wild?"

Hans identified the direction and was about to speak when suddenly, a huge explosion was heard in the distance.

Everyone looked around hurriedly and finally saw smoke and dust billowing in the distance.

"They're blasting the mountain! Let's head in that direction!"

Everyone was overwhelmed. As the saying goes, a horse will die if it runs to the mountain. The blasting site looks very close, but when you start walking, you will find that it seems like you will never reach it.

After Hartung roared, his negative emotions were vented and he regained his composure. He then raised different opinions.

"Gentlemen, I think it's best for us not to move. We have no weapons except our luggage. If we encounter a wolf, how will we deal with it? Besides, it would be even more dangerous if we get lost."

Hans immediately retorted,

"It's no use staying here. Didn't you see that the bedding has been swept away?"

Hardong stared at the pigpen in a daze, and after a long time he spoke,

"There are two pigs here, so there must be someone living here permanently. Let's wait! Even if we want to leave, we have to wait until tomorrow morning. It's already 3 pm. If we can't reach the Jiangjunshan Service Area before dark, we'll have to spend the night in the wild!"

After everyone discussed it, they decided to adopt Ha Tong's opinion.

It must be said that these guys made the right decision. If they really went to the blasting site, they would not be able to reach it in three days and three nights, because the mountain road was rugged and led to other places. The correct way was to go in the opposite direction from the village.

In the evening, the old lady who cooked came back, carrying a basket of yellow pig grass and walking slowly towards the pigpen.

The old lady was surprised to see the foreigners. She dropped her backpack and rushed over to check on her pigs.

This made the business elites very embarrassed. They were all people of status, but they were actually regarded as pig thieves.

The old lady breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her two pigs were still there.

Hans didn't care about the embarrassment and hurried forward, gesturing and asking,

"Ma'am, we want to leave here. Do you know the way?"

Grandma didn't understand at all.

A group of white people, in the evening, just like Bai Wuchang.

Fortunately, the village often receives foreign businessmen, so the old lady was not afraid.

There was a language barrier and the two sides were not on the same level of understanding. After talking for a long time, the old lady still didn't understand what these white devils were trying to do.

Suddenly, Steven had an idea. He picked up a branch and drew on the ground. He drew the General Mountain Service Area, the pier, then pointed at himself and others and drew an arrow.

The old lady finally understood and pointed to the back of the village, gesturing to everyone.

Hardong stared with his eyes wide open, puzzled,

“This is the opposite direction!”

Steven thought about it and drew a portrait of Hu Zhenhua on the ground, indicating that everyone should go find this person.

The old lady still pointed in the direction behind the village!

Steven drew another portrait of Janice. After all, Janice was the only female businessman in the team, standing out from the crowd.

The old lady still pointed in the direction behind the village!

Everyone was at a loss.

Hans was smart after all, and suddenly shouted,

"I see. The mountain road has eighteen bends. It looks like we're going in the opposite direction, but this is actually the correct route to the Jiangjunshan Service Area. Have you forgotten how many turns we made last night?"

Hardoon began to curse again.

"That damned Hu Zhenhua is full of evil intentions. He's trying to trap us to death!"

Everyone chimed in and greeted Lao Hu's ancestors for eighteen generations.

In Chongming Prison, Hu Donglin sneezed for no reason. This guy was sentenced to 11 years of labor reform for fraud by impersonating Hu Zhenhua's third grandfather.

After the crowd was outraged, Hardoon said,

"Steven, draw something to eat. I'm hungry. Oh, and I want beef ramen!"

"I want to eat sesame pancakes!"

"I want beggar's chicken and a glass of juice!"

……

Steven immediately began to paint, and soon, a pile of food appeared on the ground.

The old lady looked at the painting on the floor and felt hungry, so she turned and went into the kitchen.

After more than a dozen white devils found out the way and could eat delicious food soon, they became happy immediately and started discussing how to cause trouble for Hu Zhenhua when they returned.

More than an hour later, the multi-grain steamed buns were served, along with a bowl of fish ball soup and a bowl of rice porridge.

Everyone gathered around the pot of black stuff, but no one wanted to eat it.

Ha Tong called the old lady over and pointed to the painting on the ground, indicating that he wanted to eat ramen.

The paintings on the ground are lifelike, and the ramen is still steaming.

The old lady led Ha Tong into the kitchen and pointed at the noodle jar and rice bucket.

There was nothing inside except black buckwheat noodles and a few pounds of rice.

There are plenty of oil, salt and seasonings, but that stuff can't be eaten as a meal.

"Damn Hu Zhenhua, he's going to starve us to death!"

Old Hu had no intention of starving them to death, he just wanted them to go without a few meals, so he took away all the rice, flour, grain, vegetables, and meat, and even caught all the chickens and ducks in the village.

Everyone heard Ha Tong's curse and rushed into the kitchen.

In the grain storage area, in addition to buckwheat noodles and rice, there were only five or six small potatoes and some scattered flour!

Everyone started to greet Lao Hu's ancestors for eighteen generations.

The old lady ignored them and started eating slowly.

For ordinary people in the countryside, if they could have a few whole-grain steamed buns and a bowl of fish ball soup in the evening, they would live like gods.

More than ten white devils had cursed enough and sat on the rocks angrily. Suddenly, someone heard the pigs in the pigpen calling for food, and he quickly ran to the pigpen!

"Hans, come here!"

Others' eyes lit up.

Aren’t there two pigs left? If we kill one, it will be enough for dinner for everyone.

The old lady's eyes lit up when she saw them, and she rushed over with a dog-beating stick. Ha Tong was so busy watching the pigs that he was suddenly hit on the buttocks and jumped up with a scream.

Then, Steven was also hit!

Everyone ran away quickly!

Ha Tong wanted to fight back but was held back by everyone. This was the red side's territory, and if they hit anyone, no one would end up well!

In fact, there are militiamen lying in ambush behind the village. If these white devils dare to act rashly, they will definitely be in trouble!

After a dozen or so white devils murmured to each other, Hans took out a hundred-dollar bill and handed it over.

The old lady didn't recognize the colorful rice coins at all. She still held the dog-beating stick and looked at everyone vigilantly.

Hans thought he thought the number was too little, so he drew another one.

The old lady remained unmoved. She had raised these two pigs for almost a year and was planning to slaughter them for the whole village to eat during the New Year.

Hans pulled out another ticket. 300 US dollars for a pig was already an exorbitant price. Even an average American worker only earned a little over US dollars a month.