Temporary workers in the war

September 13, 9, Qingdao, dusk.In a migrant worker's hotel at the long-distance bus station, Feng Quan, a college student, is inviting Xiao Huang, a fellow who sells fake certificates, to drink for a drink.Xiao Huang picked up a glass of loose beer and touched Feng Quan.

"Brother Quan, where did you go to work last month, I haven't seen you for a long time."

"I found a small restaurant to clean the bowls for a month, and I agreed to settle the money after one month of work. In the end, the boss only gave me half a month."

Xiao Huang became anxious when he heard this, and his face immediately turned red, "Brother Quan, I'm not talking about you, you are so good at it, why didn't you fix him."

"Hehe, forget it, that is, I have a good temper and don't have the same knowledge as him. I hit him too hard and beat him. I don't want to go to the police station for coffee."

"Then what are you going to do in the future, if you can't do it, follow me."

Feng Quan drank the beer in the glass, ate two peanuts in a row, lit another red gold, took a sip, and sighed, "I plan to go to Xishuangbanna tomorrow to see elephant."

"Hey, Brother Quan, I can't say anything about you, and you don't want to find a formal job. Every time you fail in the tutoring class, you have to go out to relax. You are so skilled, and you don't want to be a bodyguard to serve people .Should I go by bike? The journey is smooth, and I must remember to come back before the year. Let’s celebrate the New Year together.”

Twenty days later, Feng Quan had already arrived in Hunan. Because of the cloudy sky, there were many dark clouds in the sky, and it seemed that it would rain cats and dogs soon.Wearing a green camouflage uniform bought in a wholesale market, he carefully carried his bicycle to the bottom of a bridge.Unload the pack, old habit, and dump the bike on its side.

I found two stones, first rubbed a piece of torn newspaper and put it on the ground.Put the collected pieces of wood among the rocks, put some plastic bags on them, take out a steel basin from the backpack, a large mineral water bottle filled with water in the gas station toilet, and a small bottle of lard.I lit the newspaper and squeezed a little oil into the steel basin.The fire quickly lit up, and the oil melted. He poured half a basin of water into the basin, sprinkled a little salt, the water quickly boiled, and poured half a catty of noodles.

When the noodles were ready, Feng Quan took out his chopsticks and ate the noodles with relish, holding a copy of "Modern Weapons" in his hand.The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the sky was full of lightning and thunder, and soon it was dark.After Feng Quan finished eating the noodles, he carefully put the book into his backpack.I lighted a piece of white sand, lay on my sleeping bag and said to myself: "I'm lucky today. The bridge is quite big. As long as there is no strong wind, the rain will not come over. It is much better than the place where I slept last night."

Soon Feng Quan found that he was really a crow's mouth, the wind was blowing, and the humidity was blowing over, and the rain was slowly blowing on him, his clothes were wet, and his backpack was slowly getting wet. "It doesn't matter, let it be hot, and sleep in a sleeping bag tonight."

The wind and rain were getting heavier and the thunder was so loud that Feng Quan fell asleep quickly as usual.The strong wind howled, and the dark clouds continued to hit, turning into lightning bolts, and accompanied by louder and louder thunder, pouring down from the dark clouds.Feng Quan woke up, sitting alone on the ground, the white sand smoke in his hand was on and off, and the wisps of blue smoke met the lightning.The rumbling thunder seemed to roll over the head, and then it exploded with a loud bang.Soon Feng Quan's face changed, he had never been so serious, he found that the thunder was getting louder and getting closer to him.Suddenly, there was a "boom", and a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and a white light split the poplar tree more than two meters away from him.Feng Quan's hair stood on end, his mouth became an "o" shape, his eyes became rounder and rounder, and before he had time to react, he passed out.

After a long time, Feng Quan opened his eyes, stood up abruptly, and cried. The last time he cried was more than ten years ago.Men don't flick their tears easily, just because they haven't reached the sad place.Is this dead? My parents have worked so hard to provide for my schooling, and I haven't repaid them yet.

"Hey, that's not right. Didn't you say that after death, you have to go through a set of procedures? I don't remember going. It doesn't mean that after death, you will be led to Huangquan Road, cross the Wangchuan River on the Naihe Bridge, and spend money to drink Is it officially dead after eating the soup sold by Meng Po on the other side of the bridge? I haven’t gone through these procedures at all, so I’m not dead.” Thinking of this, Feng Quan bit his index finger hard, feeling the pain.

"Hehe! A false alarm, what a waste of emotion." After setting off, Feng Quan bent down, intending to pick up his backpack.Suddenly he didn't move, just like being tapped on the acupoints in the martial arts, he remained motionless.The backpack was gone, and the bike was nowhere in sight.Certainly not stolen by someone, Feng Quan has a characteristic when he sleeps, when he sleeps alone in a strange place, he will feel when outsiders approach him within three meters. "Where did it go?" Hey, didn't I sleep under the bridge last night, where is the bridge?Could it be that the huge thunder yesterday blew up the bridge? There should be traces of it.Why am I in a clearing.what's up.where am i now.

"Forget it, let's ask a fellow villager." Feng Quan climbed up a dirt slope, looked around, and saw an old man sitting under a big tree, smoking a pipe, and a big yellow ox eating beside him. On the grass, a calf sucks milk.But the strange thing is that the old man's clothes are very special, the whole body is blue-gray, the upper body is a button-down shirt, and the pants are the kind with a fat crotch.Now, very few people wear such clothes, no matter, just ask.

"Sir, smoke." Feng Quan approached the old man, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and handed it to the old man.

The old man took the cigarette in fear and trepidation, and said carefully, "Boss, do you have any orders?"

That's strange, how can I be called the boss, at least the level of the head of the team can be called the boss.

"Master, I'm not a soldier. I passed by expensive land and got lost."

"Don't lie to me, old man. I have never seen such a good cigarette. Last time the eldest son of our patriarch's family came here, the cigarettes he smoked were not as good as yours. He is the captain of the security team in the county town."

"Security team." Hearing this, Feng Quan was stunned, "No way, maybe I have also time-traveled, ask again." Usually Feng Quan likes to read some time-travel novels, of course, harem time-travel novels are exceptions, isn't it just a conspiracy , Mother-in-law and mother-in-law compete for the favor of the emperor or prince.Feng Quan likes to read military time travel novels, especially those time travel to the anti-Japanese period.Feng Quan is a standard angry youth who hates Japan very much.Even in his dreams, he wants to travel back to the period of the Republic of China. With his skills, rich knowledge of weapons, and decades of experience more than ordinary people, he is confident that he can make a difference.

"Young students, don't be afraid, the squadron leader is very good. He doesn't bully people like other Qiuba."

Feng Quan took a long puff of cigarette, wanted to make sure, and asked, "Master, what year is this year?"

"The 16th year of the Republic of China." The old man was very surprised by Feng Quan's question, but he still told him.

"The 16th year of the Republic of China, the 16th year of the Republic of China. Isn't it the 19th year?" Feng Quan sat down on the ground, there is really no need to doubt, he really traveled through time.

"What should I do? Japan is about to invade China. Should I hang out with the Kuomintang or find an organization to work with the Communist Party?"

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