Bright Sword's Bloody War of Resistance

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After Zhou Weihan spoke nicely, he finally stabilized Wen Qiang.

Originally, I thought that Wen Qiang was a girl, and it was not suitable to live with a group of old men, so I wanted to find a place for her alone in the city.

Unexpectedly, as soon as this idea came up, Wen Qiang pouted and said, "Brother Weihan, I finally found you, and you just arranged me outside alone, do you think it's appropriate? I don't care, I will live wherever you live." where!"

Under Wen Qiang's insistence, Zhou Weihan finally lost the battle. After thinking about it, forget it. In short, there are not many people living in the compound of the [-]th Division, and there are many empty houses.

After the Eighth Route Army occupied Pingshun City, they confiscated the assets of many Japanese and puppet personnel. The shops were handed over to the prefectural government for self-operation, part of the houses were sold off, and some were backlogged in their hands.

Xu Dali returned to the regiment headquarters after Zhou Weihan. After returning, he immediately ordered all the personnel of the regiment headquarters to hide in their respective offices, and no one was allowed to come out. Even the guards at the gate also retreated to the barracks. A guard stood guard at the door.

Zhou Weihan still poked his head out to observe the situation in the building, and seeing no one, he called Wen Qiang to leave quickly.

Seeing Zhou Weihan mentioning the two suitcases that Wen Qiang was carrying, he felt his arms sinking: "What's in it, why is it so heavy?"

"It's all the clothes I usually wear, and I put some money in it!"

When the two left the building, Zhou Weihan saw Xu Dali waiting at the door with the guards: "What are you doing here, standing guard?"

Xu Dali smiled awkwardly, and quickly called the guards to take the suitcase from Zhou Weihan's hand.

"Send it to the division headquarters!" Zhou Weihan instructed.

The regimental headquarters of the Second Regiment and the Division Headquarters were not in the same place. The Regiment Headquarters of the Second Regiment was in the west of the city, and the division headquarters and political training office were located in the east of the city.

Without the burden of two suitcases, Zhou Weihan felt relieved: "Didn't you eat?"

"Nope!"

"Let me tell you in advance that I originally wanted to arrange a separate residence for you in the city. Since you want to live together, I will declare in advance that everyone in the division eats a big pot of rice. Most of the time they eat miscellaneous grains, and occasionally A meal of rice and white noodles to improve food, can you bear it?" Zhou Weihan wanted to use this to make Wen Qiang retreat.

Who would have thought that Wen Qiang's agreement was straightforward: "Brother Weihan, as long as I'm with you, I'm happy to eat anything!"

Zhou Weihan pursed his lips, swallowed back the words, and said to himself, yes, I want to see how long you can hold on.

From the Second Regiment Headquarters to the Division Headquarters, you need to go through a central street. Pingshun County can only be regarded as a small county town. There are not so many streets in this era, and most of them are dilapidated houses.

The two walked along the street. There were more than a dozen shops on both sides of the street, all kinds of shops. There were scattered stalls outside, shouting everywhere, and it was very lively.

There was no such scene in Pingshun City under the Japanese rule. These were specially organized by the prefectural government in order to prosper the economy.

"How about it, is it far from Changsha City?"

"It's okay. Although the sparrow is small, it has all the internal organs. Compared with Changsha City, it is closer to the actual situation of the Chinese people. On the way north, I wanted to visit the city occupied by the Japanese, but I never had the chance!"

"It's hard to live under the Japanese rule!" Zhou Weihan said.

"You just came here today, I'll take you to eat something good. There's a good sliced ​​noodle shop here!"

There is a restaurant run by the special district government on this street. Soldiers can usually use their allowances to come and eat, and at the same time, it is also a disguised form to promote the flow of border district currency.

But Zhou Weihan led Wen Qiang to a roadside stall in order not to be recognized.

"Boss, here are two bowls of noodles!"

"Okay, sir, wait a moment!"

There are only two tables in the noodle stall, and a stove and a large pot are set up.

It's not lunch time, there are no people, Zhou Weihan and the two sat down, and saw the boss holding a piece of dough in his hand, and a knife in the other hand, one fell into the soup pot, one floated in the air, one just came out of the knife, and the other hand held a knife. Yu'er jumped, the dough slices were thick and thin, with sharp edges and corners, shaped like willow leaves, and fell into the boiling hot cauldron.

"There is a bowl without coriander!" Zhou Weihan remembered that Wen Qiang never ate coriander since she was a child.

"okay!"

"Brother Weihan, do you still remember that I don't eat coriander?" Wen Qiang asked with a smile.

"I must remember, you never eat, let me tell you something, don't laugh all the time in the future, especially don't laugh at me all the time!"

"Why?"

"There are so many reasons, just remember!"

"Oh!"

What Zhou Weihan thought in his heart was that the army is full of big men, who can stand up to this?

While talking, the boss brought up two bowls of sliced ​​noodles: "Guest officer, take it easy!"

Zhou Weihan pushed the bowl of noodle soup without coriander in front of Wen Qiang, and the bowl of noodle soup in front of him was covered with coriander and shredded cucumber, and he also poured a spoonful of stewed soup.

"Eat, why are you still standing there!" Zhou Weihan said, picked up a pair of chopsticks and started eating.

Hearing Zhou Weihan's urging, Wen Qiang picked up a pair of chopsticks, then took out a handkerchief from her pocket and wiped the chopsticks.

Seeing this, Zhou Weihan smiled and didn't say anything, but deliberately increased the movement of eating,

At the roadside stall, there was a very contrasting side. A man in the uniform of the Eighth Route Army, with his head bowed, was holding a bowl with one hand while waving the other hand. There was an endless stream of voices.

The other girl was obviously dressed up from a rich family, and she was very polite.

After a while, Zhou Weihan finished eating, and Wen Qiang also stopped chopsticks.

"Why don't you eat, it's okay, I'll wait for you!"

"Brother Weihan, I'm full, let's go!" Wen Qiang handed the handkerchief to Zhou Weihan, motioning him to wipe his mouth.

Zhou Weihan waved his hand to refuse, and wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve: "Aren't you wasting food!"

Said Zhou Weihan took the bowl of sliced ​​noodles in front of Wen Qiang.

"Boss, check out!"

"Guest officer, Chenghui four coins!"

"Where's the border ticket?" Zhou Weihan took out a gross ticket in border currency.

"Guest officer, we are running a small business. When I went to the countryside to collect grain, no one would recognize me, so I don't accept border tickets!"

"Do you accept French currency?" Wen Qiang asked.

"French currency is accepted. The two bowls of noodles cost six cents. How do you pay the bill?"

After hearing this, Wen Qiang took out a piece of legal currency with a denomination of one yuan from her handbag: "Don't look for it, boss!"

Then he directly pulled Zhou Weihan up and left.

"Thank you!" shouted the boss behind him.

On the way back, Zhou Weihan kept thinking about the promotion of border currency.

In the Eighth Route Army, although there is no military salary, the soldiers are all given allowances, and the allowances are paid in the form of border tickets.

The allowance for Zhou Weihan, Zhao Gang and others was five yuan, four yuan for the regiment and battalion level, three yuan for the company level, two yuan for squad leaders, clerks, and cultural teachers, one yuan for ordinary soldiers, and another for technicians.

Not long after Pingshun City was retaken, the common people could be forgiven for not thinking that the Border Area Tickets are justifiable, but the Border Area Tickets must be implemented. Right now, Hu Jingyun's Economic Work Department is still conducting a pilot project in Shexian County.

"Brother Weihan, what are you thinking?" Wen Qiang waved her hand in front of Zhou Weihan's eyes.

"Fiat currency is falling very fast, and it is becoming less and less valuable!"

"That's for sure. In the beginning, one French currency was exchanged for one ocean. It's easy to say later that the government's prestige is still there, and the legal currency has not fallen too hard, but here," Wen Qiang said, shaking her head.

"We are fighting a war of personnel on the surface, but in fact we are fighting a war of currency!"

Zhou Weihan immediately cheered up when he heard it: "Wen Qiang, do you still understand this finance?"

"That is, when you were studying in Beiping, I was not idle in the Shanghai stock market. Before I came here, I worked in the Finance Department of Shonan!"

"Then you have to tell me well!"

The two returned to the division headquarters talking and laughing. Once there, Zhou Weihan saw the monk and Tian Defu guarding the door of the office.

"What are you two doing standing around!" Zhou Weihan immediately pointed to the backyard: "Go and build a separate toilet in the backyard!"

(End of this chapter)