My client Li Yunlong

Chapter 144 Something more terrifying than airplanes, tanks, and cannons
end of August.

The battle on the front line was intense, but the rear was not peaceful either.

The undercurrent is raging.

only.

The development of the situation is unbelievable and incredible.

···
Fast forward more than a month.

Bai County.

"manager."

A staff member of the supply and marketing cooperative came over and said to Tian Shuiling who had just come in:

"Here is today's list of recruited workers."

As the supply and marketing cooperatives grew larger and sold more and more goods, the demand for workers also increased. After all, dozens of tons of grain needed to be carried on people's shoulders every day.

For this purpose, it is often necessary to recruit workers.

"Have you received your wages?"

Tian Shuiling gave serious instructions.

If you embezzle 100 yuan from the public, you will most likely get a warning, have 100 yuan confiscated, and be fined 200 yuan, but you can still keep your job.

But if you deduct 100 yuan from workers' wages, not only will you lose your job, you may even end up in jail or be criticized.

The latter is fatal, and you can't even hold your head up when you go home.

"It's all over."

The staff took out a statistical table:

"Everyone pressed their fingerprints, and I gave five of them who worked hard a reward of three to ten kilograms of rice and flour. I also wrote a list of rewards and the reasons for the application."

Although the supply and marketing cooperative took a short time to build, the system from the Taiyue base was very complete.

"it is good!"

Tian Shuiling nodded with satisfaction.

···
In the Guanzhong Basin.

Inside a dilapidated mud-walled thatched house.

A middle-aged man walked into the house carrying a bag of grain.

Middle-aged man,

It refers to people who are middle-aged, around 40 years old, but look like they are in their 50s. This is due to overwork and long-term hunger. Most of the poor people in China are like this at that time.

"came back."

Inside the house, a woman who was also less than 40 years old, maybe only 36 or 37 years old, but looked quite old, with a mixture of black and white hair, was busy preparing meals.

Simple sorghum rice.

inside the house,

There are also three children of medium size.

The older one is less than ten years old and the younger one is only four years old.

The three kids stared at the rice in the pot, wiping their mouths and swallowing unconsciously.

"came back!"

The woman breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the man's words.

The man went to work as a helper not long ago, saying he was working for the army. She was really afraid that he would be like the eldest and second child, and never come back. Otherwise, she might not be able to support three children at home.

"Cook more today."

"Let the kids eat their fill."

Walking into the dilapidated house, the man breathed a sigh of relief and finally smiled.

This smile made him seem to become ten years younger in an instant, returning to his original age, around forty years old, which is actually the prime of his life.

The woman looked at the man in surprise.

Although life has been much better recently, since the arrival of the Eighth Route Army in the north, food prices have continued to fall, and money has stopped depreciating. My family has stockpiled more than 70 kilograms of sorghum rice, which costs ten yuan.

But I didn’t dare eat to my heart’s content.

It weighs more than 70 kilograms. If you eat sparingly, it can feed a family for a month. If you eat as much as you want, it can be finished in seven days.

"fine."

The middle-aged man patted the package he had just put down, and said with a proud tone:

"We won't be hungry anymore."

The woman looked at the package she had just put down.

At first glance, you can tell that it is not sorghum.

Under the woman's surprised gaze, the man opened the package, revealing the beautifully packaged rice inside. It was high-quality rice that sold for one yuan and twenty yuan per pound on the market and could be preserved for several years.

"Rice!"

The woman swallowed.

She hasn't eaten rice for three years since she fled from the south.

"Ten pounds."

The man boasted in a proud tone.

"Ten pounds!"

The woman swallowed.

Although the Eighth Route Army Supply and Marketing Cooperative sold this kind of finely packaged rice at one yuan per catty, some merchants on the market would buy it for one yuan and twenty yuan per catty if it was well packaged.

Ten kilograms is twelve yuan!
Enough to buy 60 kilograms of sorghum.

Then the man took out fifteen new Jinan currency and handed it to the woman, with the same proud tone:
"This is the wages for these seven days."

"Save it first and buy food when the time comes."

Thanks to the stable value of Jinan Currency and the stable price of grain, people are willing to store Jinan Currency.

“There’s actually money for work!”

The woman's voice once again showed surprise.

She was actually very worried about her husband working for the Eighth Route Army Supply and Marketing Cooperative. Not getting paid was not her biggest concern. What she worried about was if he was forced to join the army like her eldest and second sons, how would she support the three children at home?

Now not only has he returned, he has even brought back fifteen dollars in wages.

Doesn't that mean that for every day's work, you really get $2.50, just as they said?
So, food and lodging are included, right?

"Does it really include food and lodging?"

The woman couldn't help but ask.

"Well, I came back after eating."

The man said:

"There's plenty of millet and rice there, as well as steamed buns, which even have oily meat in them."

He patted his stomach, feeling a little unsatisfied.

The woman looked carefully and saw that her man indeed looked much better.

This is the look you get after having a full meal.

"The Eighth Route Army Supply and Marketing Cooperative has signed a long-term contract with me. I will work there 20 days a month from now on. The daily wage is 3 yuan per kilogram, and breakfast and lunch are provided. I am fully fed."

The man imagines a happy future.

If you work twenty days a month and earn three yuan a day, that's sixty yuan, which can buy three hundred kilograms of sorghum rice or two hundred kilograms of millet, enough to feed the whole family.

The team leader said.

If you work hard and carefully and make fewer mistakes, you will be rewarded every half month.

This time he got ten kilograms of rice.

In the future, he will work hard and strive to get a 20-kilogram reward every month.

Moreover, during the twenty days of working, you don’t need to eat at home. You can work after having a full breakfast, eat a few more bites at lunch, and eat whatever you want when you get home in the evening, or don’t eat at all. Anyway, the place where you work in the morning provides a full breakfast.

A lot of food can be left over.

In this way, there will be more money every month to buy clothes for the children at home, and the family can also store hundreds of kilograms of food for emergencies, so that no one will starve to death anymore.

"Good good!"

The woman cheered repeatedly.

"It would be great if we could also reach the Eighth Route Army."

The man drank a bowl of water, looked at the two children in the room, and sighed in his heart.

It is said that in the Eighth Route Army base, all children go to school for free, and their breakfast and lunch are guaranteed by the school.

He doesn't care if the baby eats.

As long as he had food to eat, the baby would definitely have food to eat, but it was difficult to get into the supply and marketing cooperative, but the farm run by the Eighth Route Army next door was recruiting workers, and if you could read and have cultural knowledge, you could get in.

Three meals a day are provided, with meat every other day, and the minimum salary is 100 yuan per month.

Just a pity.

He cannot read.

The man sighed and they didn't dare to move.

After all, the eldest and second child are in the army here.

···
mid-July.

It was still the same mud house. The door was opened again, and a soldier in a worn-out military uniform walked in, carrying a bag of food on his shoulder, shouting:

"Father, mother."

"Big baby!"

The man and the woman exclaimed in surprise.

Big Baby is back!
···
"what?"

A few days later again.

The man in the tattered military uniform has returned to the army.

The battalion commander conveyed an order.

They were ordered to take up positions near Bai County to prevent the infiltration of the Eighth Route Army and block the influx of supplies and personnel from enemy-controlled areas - the top brass of Guosu finally started to take action.

but··
Upon hearing the order, the deputy squad leader frowned immediately.

He and the second brother were forced to join the army for more than two years because he was only a deputy squad leader and the second brother was just an ordinary private, still a soldier at the bottom. His superiors did not give him any vacation and he had no chance to go home, even though he knew his father and mother were nearby.

Fortunately, last month, he saved some money and, together with his second son, finally got the battalion commander to approve a leave application so that he could go home to visit his parents.

However, after spending money to take leave, he didn’t have much money left, so he could only buy some sorghum for his family.

After returning home, the situation made him feel incredible.

The situation at home is much better than expected.

All three of my brothers and sisters did not starve to death, and my parents were in very good health. Upon further inquiry, I learned that because the group of people from across the street had arrived, not only had the price of food plummeted, but they also had access to as much food as they wanted.

My father also found a job there, earning more than 60 yuan a month, which included 20 days of breakfast and lunch, millet and sorghum buns, and even oily and meaty meals.

Much better than what he eats.

They eat sorghum rice every meal, and it still doesn't fill them up.

At this moment, hearing this order, the deputy squad leader gritted his teeth - blocking the flow of supplies to the Eighth Route Army base opposite, wouldn't this be the end of his parents?
How will his parents survive if they lose their jobs?
Things are just getting better.

Listening to the speeches of his superiors, talking about all sorts of doctrines and for the sake of the party and the country, the deputy squad leader felt his chest burning with anger.

Don't let people live?
Does the party and the country mean that his parents will die?

He looked at his squad leader.

Unlike him, the squad leader is a local and his parents are also local farmers.

But the squad leader's eyes at this moment were the same as his, angry, furious, and confused.

"Then what about the workers?"

"What about the food for those people?"

someone asked.

He is a company commander.

At this time last year, the price of grain in Guanzhong was five times what it is now. Even the expired, moldy, and worm-infested sorghum rice was five times the price it is now.

If food prices remain at the same level as last year, at least half of the people in Guanzhong region will not be able to survive.

"They all deserved it."

The battalion commander who delivered the message spoke in an arrogant and disdainful tone:

"They are all collaborators and deserve to die."

"It's good enough that they weren't arrested. Why do we have to care about their life or death?"

"What they eat is none of our business. We are the army of the Party and the country. We want..."

The deputy squad leader felt dizzy all over, and the battalion commander's words kept circling in his mind - what they eat is none of our business, we are the army of the party and the country, we have to...
and so.

Doesn’t the Party-State care about the lives of ordinary people?
Don’t you care about the lives of their parents who are soldiers?

that,
What are they fighting for?
···
Early August.

The headquarters of the 358th Regiment.

'idiot. ’

Chu Yunfei slammed the information in his hand onto the table and cursed.

"What's wrong, Commander?"

Fang Ligong asked.

"See for yourself."

Chu Yunfei handed the information in his hand to Fang Ligong with a disappointed tone.

"what?"

"Hundreds of thousands of people..."

Fang Ligong took a look and his eyes darkened.

The North China front was in chaos. Even if Li Yunlong's gang was very powerful, and even if they had infiltrated their own troops, it was impossible for them to attack Xiyan at this time, and even take away so many people.

"They pulled in several divisions from the rear to blockade the border."

Chu Yunfei sneered and said:

"Then, most of the people from these divisions joined over there directly."

"..."

Fang Ligong remained silent.

How long has it been since the incident with the 338th Regiment?
How long has it been since the incident in Bai County?

How come some people don’t understand form?!

Do you think everything will be fine as long as you have more troops?
"idiot."

Fang Ligong cursed silently.

An army is composed of generals and soldiers, neither of which can be missing.

But whether an army can fight a war depends on whether the generals can command the soldiers and whether the soldiers are willing to be commanded by the generals.

Today they are facing such a dilemma.

The army still exists, but the soldiers are unwilling to fight, or rather, unwilling to fight the enemy that the top leaders want. The direct disappearance of the 338th Regiment and Bai County is proof of this.

Who would be willing to fight with someone who brings a better life to their family and fellow countrymen?

No one at the top is willing to wait for death, but are there people at the grassroots who are willing to die?
We are not facing the Japanese.

Not to mention other troops, even if it was their 358th Regiment, they were sure to have made contributions, but even if the regimental commander pulled the troops up, they might not be able to fight against the Eighth Route Army.

Because there is no morale.

The treatment is not comparable.

Today, the treatment and monthly salary of the 358th Regiment are not as good as those of a woman doing odd jobs in the Eighth Route Army base.

The food is worse than pigs.

Who else is willing?

"never mind."

Chu Yunfei sighed and was no longer angry.

It's not worth getting angry.

There's no need to be angry.

"It seems that the situation has been determined!"

Chu Yunfei looked at the large map behind him.

Now that Xiyan in Guanzhong has been taken, the rest is just a matter of time. With the help of financial offensives, winning over, ideal education, etc., it is inevitable that the rear area will be resolved without bloodshed.

This is an unequal confrontation.

There is a huge difference in strength between the two sides.

Faced with this kind of attack, which is more terrifying than airplanes, tanks and cannons, no one can withstand it.

People have to be well fed before they can have ideals and fight the enemy.

Only when there is a country can there be a family, and only when there is a family can there be a country.

Without it, we are nothing.

"Commander, am I..."

Fang Ligong was thinking in his heart.

Many of his classmates were... Especially the guy who joined the Military Control Commission. It is said that he served as a tank driver and fought against the Japanese on the front line.

It is said that he even became a tank platoon leader, commanding three tanks.

And he is still hanging around here.

Can't do anything.

"Keep watching."

Chu Yunfei knew what his chief of staff was thinking.

He was actually a little tempted, but... even if he went there now, what could he do? Command a tank? He couldn't do that either. (End of this chapter)