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Chapter 367 People with Dreams (Second update, please subscribe)

People must have dreams while living.

Only by having dreams can you live a better life, especially when you are in adversity.

Sometimes, people's dreams are very simple, nothing more than having enough food.

"Haha, I'm finally twelve years old!"

In the early morning, Qianhui shouted excitedly. Looking at the paper sheds that were leaking, she knew that today was the day she left here.

After she woke up, she saw that her mother had prepared breakfast early - it was white rice porridge. Although it was very thin, she could not remember the last time she had breakfast.

Because free lunches are given in schools - provided by the occupying forces. So, she never had breakfast or dinner, and neither did the other kids in the school.

"Mom, this is..."

"Oh, my Qianhui, my mother specially prepared this for you. My Qianhui can go to Nanyang to make money! She must have a good meal."

As she spoke, Meiko shed tears. If it weren't for the fact that she was too old and had children to take care of, she would have gone to Nanyang.

After all, if you go there, your family will never go hungry again.

"Mom, give it to Takeo!"

Pushing the bowl to her brother next to her, Chie puffed her chest and said.

"When I get to Nanyang, I will have endless white rice, and there will also be meat! Every day!"

Seeing her daughter's sensible appearance, Meiko held back her tears and said.

"Qianhui, when you get to Nanyang, you must find a way to stay there, you know? Never go back to Japan again...it's too poor here..."

Not only poor, but also hungry!

Meiko, who lost her husband and son in the war, has been trying to support herself and her children in the past two years. The army's allowance has long been stopped, and the machines in the factory have been dismantled by the occupying forces. It was lucky that one factory was still producing, but thousands of men who had returned from overseas, as well as workers laid off from other relocated factories, were all competing for scarce jobs. She worked at home until midnight every day and could only earn two dollars. yen, and buying four kilograms of potatoes costs 35 yen.

In order to survive, she even had to sell her body. As a result, she became pregnant again because she couldn't afford condoms... Fortunately, she had never received a black person, otherwise it would have been tragic.

Now that Qianhui has grown up, she can finally go to Nanyang to work.

Nanyang is a paradise!

Nanyang is a paradise!

In the past two years, Japanese newspapers and magazines have been filled with similar news reports.

In all the articles, beautiful words are used to describe the beautiful weather in Nanyang that is like summer all year round - without winter, people will naturally not freeze to death.

Of course, more words describe how beautiful the women's lives are when they arrive in factories in Nanyang. They have breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Not only can they eat all they want with white rice. On weekends, the factory also organizes them to go to the movies. There are even dance parties held in the park - in the photos, women and men wearing beautiful South Sea skirts dance there under colorful lights.

This kind of life seems to only exist in movies. But it was the personal experience of those people in Nanyang.

Their lives are so happy that one doubts the authenticity of it all. However, as more and more women go to Nanyang, the letters and photos they send home prove all this. Not only that, their salary is very high, and they can support the whole family with just the salary they keep at home.

Nowadays, Nanyang has long been synonymous with paradise in Japan. Every day, countless women dream of going to Nanyang.

Go to Nanyang, start a new life there, and never have to starve in Japan again. It has to be said that hunger can make people succumb most of the time. Even if Nanyang demolishes many Japanese factories, so what?

The most important thing is that not only will there be jobs and you won't go hungry, but you can also live a life that only exists in movies.

After getting off the train and walking for ten minutes, Qianhui arrived at the labor service company. She didn't need to ask anyone. She only needed to see the long queue to know where she was - a long queue with at least several hundred people lined up.

Qianhui, who was standing in the crowd, looked at the end of the line expectantly and curiously. The others were the same as her. Most of them were in their teens, and there were also some women in their twenties and thirties.

"How old are you?"

Hua Li asked looking at the girl in front of her.

"I'm twelve years old!"

Chie replied loudly.

"Ready to work."

The minimum age limit for recruiting workers in Nanyang is twelve years old. In fact, it is inevitable that some people will falsely report their age, but they usually turn a blind eye.

"What a sensible child. My name is Hua Li, where are you?" "My name is Qianhui, sister."

Qianhui showed a sweet smile.

"Sister, are you going to Nanyang too?"

"yes, I……"

Hua Li said.

"My sister is there."

"What, your sister is in Nanyang? How is the situation there?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the women around her surrounded her and asked her about the situation there. Faced with everyone's inquiries, Hua Li told them the truth.

When they heard that her sister could earn four yuan a month, everyone felt envious. As we all know, the currency value of the Nanyang dollar is the same as that of the US dollar. One dollar is equivalent to 360 yen, and the price on the black market is higher. In Japan, college students can’t earn that much in a month.

The food in the factory is also very good, with rice and fish every day!

At weekend dances, there was even endless soda!

Isn’t this paradise?

Finally, full of expectations, Qianhui entered the interview room, where several people were being interviewed. There was a little girl who looked about ten years old at most, wearing shabby clothes, at the table next to her.

"What's your name?"

"Jiamei."

"Where does your family live?"

"I do not know."

"Where's your father?"

"Died in Xinjing."

"Where's your mom?"

"Dead, during the bombing."

"Do you have any relatives?"

"A sister."

"Died with mother."

……

What a poor thing, but she was too small and they certainly wouldn't let her pass. When this idea came to Qianhui's mind, the interviewer looked at Jiamei, stamped the form vigorously, and said.

"Okay, get ready and report to the dock in three days."

That's okay, she looks so small!

While being surprised that Jiamei was actually hired, it was finally her turn. Qianhui answered the interviewer's questions skillfully as she had practiced countless times in the past. Of course, the most important thing was to pay the salary, mainly rice coupons - 100 kilograms of rice. The coupons will be issued when they board the ship. As for the two months' salary in advance, they can also be exchanged for 150 kilograms of rice coupons. In the market, four Nanyang dollars, or 1440 yen, can never buy so much rice. There is no doubt that almost everyone chose rice coupons.

Standing by the window, looking at the long queue of hundreds of meters downstairs, every time those women walked out happily holding employment orders, there were envious eyes all around. Looking at those women, Jia Wentao said to himself Said.

"Three years..."

It should be said that it was almost three years ago. Almost three years ago, at the Secret Intelligence Service, his boss told him that he only needed to come to Japan to work for one year, but he had been here for almost three years!

Every time I ask when I can return to Nanyang, the result is always the same... soon, soon, wait, wait, wait.

"What a fucking bastard. How long are you going to make me wait here to marry a Japanese wife?"

Taking a long puff of cigarette, the famous boss of Nanyang Labor Service Company in Japan walked to the table and looked at several reports on the table - all reports of the Allied troops heading north.

"The action was quite fast at this time. Returning to the country was delayed. No one wanted to go back. In order not to go back, he actually bombed and sank a refugee repatriation ship. It was really damaging..."

With such complaints in his mouth, Jia Wentao couldn't help but worry.

"Fuck, if you can live a good life, why don't you fight a world war?"

(End of this chapter)