The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Listening to Sun Zhengnan's sigh, Jiang Cheng nodded silently: "We need to prepare quilts, blankets and other things... Also, ask the kitchen staff to prepare some hot water, ginger soup and other things. When the immigrants arrive, everyone will have a bowl."

Hai Rushong nodded repeatedly, turned around and loudly ordered his adjutant to prepare it.

Jiang Cheng randomly selected one of the three resettlement sites, and the convoy immediately set off there... The weather was not good, and it began to sleet and snow again. Even the local people in the Northeast felt a little cold, let alone the outsiders from the Central Plains.

At this time, the immigrants had not yet moved in, and the rows of brick houses were empty.

The defense of the resettlement center was the responsibility of Wei Wenxin from the 135th Regiment under the 386th Brigade of Hai Rushong.

There were two sentries standing at the gate, but even from a distance, Jiang Cheng could easily spot the sparse group of people who seemed to be chatting about something.

Jiang Cheng frowned immediately, but said nothing; while Hai Rushong, who was sitting in the passenger seat, reached for the steering wheel and honked the horn several times.

Their attention was drawn to him in an instant, and they both straightened up from their sparsely-positioned stances in shock.

As soon as the car stopped, the two of them were about to lift the roadblock in a panic, but Hai Rushong immediately got out of the car and started scolding them.

When they saw that it was their superior, they were so frightened that their faces turned pale. They came forward with guns on their backs and saluted.

Hai Rushong's face turned pale, and after cursing a few words, he personally led the convoy into the camp.

Jiang Cheng didn't take this little episode seriously. He got out of the car, grabbed his cloak and covered himself with it, then pressed his military cap down and looked around.

At this time, Wei Wenxin came in a line with a group of subordinates. Seeing that it was the governor himself, they were so surprised that they quickly straightened their appearance, put on their military caps and saluted.

"Haha, it's quite lively huh?"

Turning around and glancing at them, Jiang Cheng easily discovered some clues.

Their clothes were disheveled, their faces were burnt yellow, their fingers were black, and they smelled heavily of cigarettes... What else could they do? They were just gathering together to smoke and play cards?

In the middle of last year, Jiang Cheng issued a smoking ban, and soldiers were especially not allowed to smoke opium.

But these low-level officers and soldiers always have to have some entertainment activities when they have nothing to do in their spare time...so cigarettes, playing cards and playing with women became the most common ones.

"What a bunch of bastards! I told you to guard the camp, but you came to play around?"

The angriest person at this moment was Hai Rushong - the sparse soldiers guarding the gate had already made him lose people once, and now he was even more humiliated.

"It's okay. I just want to have some fun while I'm free. It won't interfere with my work."

Jiang Cheng smiled and let them finish their greetings. He turned around and said to Hai Rusong, "Let's go. Let Captain Wei take me around."

Wei Wenxin said in fear and trepidation: "How dare I! Master Jiang, please come this way!"

As he said this, he straightened his military cap, nodded and bowed quickly to lead the way for Jiang Cheng - at the same time, he secretly kicked his confidant and asked him to clean up the mess quickly.

Jiang Cheng glanced at Hai Rushong, whose face was becoming increasingly gloomy, but did not take these little episodes to heart.

Having been a warlord for some time, he understood too well the principle that "too clear water will lead to no fish"...

You can't be too rigid with your subordinates, otherwise not only will you have a problem of not having confidants, but also no one will do your job properly.

"Master Jiang, please be careful with the steps, walk here!"

They were led through an open space all the way to the camp - the design was a two-story building, imitating the design of a barracks, with compartments consisting of large bunk beds;

The red brick wall looked very new, even a little wet. Jiang Cheng noticed something before he even entered the room, and immediately bent down and pinched the bricks.

"This is not right, what kind of bricks are used?"

After knocking twice, the sound was surprisingly crisp. Jiang Cheng turned around and glared at Hai Rusong, "What's going on... I remember the design was from the provincial capital research institute, and the bricks were required to be turned with clay. What the hell is this?" Hai Rusong, who was born as a horse herder, didn't know how to understand this? He opened his eyes wide for a long time and couldn't answer. Wei Wenxin, who was standing next to him, bit his back teeth and didn't dare to say anything. He looked very embarrassed.

"What's wrong? Are you all dumb?"

Jiang Cheng was getting more and more angry. He turned around and shouted to a member of the accompanying inspection team -

He was Yang Yucheng's classmate named Song Shichang, who also studied architecture.

After taking a look, the top student of architecture immediately said, "The bricks are indeed clay bricks, but it was probably caused by uneven temperatures during firing."

Hai Rusong became nervous: "Then, then this, will this have any impact?"

Song Shichang was very clear about the relationship between Jiang Cheng and him. He glanced at him and said, "It doesn't really have much of an impact... that is,"

Looking at his hesitation, Jiang Cheng probably understood that there must be something wrong with this project.

Jiang Cheng glanced at the other person coldly and said nothing more. Instead, he raised his hand, pushed open the door and walked straight in.

Just as seen in the design drawings, there are windows, bunk beds, cabinets against the wall and a heating stove in the middle.

The chill in the room made him pull his cloak tighter, and as he stepped over the threshold, he smelled like a traveler.

The bedding roll of the common bed was not thin, but it looked extremely old. Jiang Cheng's face suddenly darkened. He turned around and stared at Wei Wenxin coldly.

"Uncle Hai, Shi Chang, Captain Wei, leave it to me—"

Jiang Cheng waved his hand and chased everyone out, but as he closed the door, he became furious and grabbed a blanket and threw it at Wei Wenxin, "Tell me, what's going on?!"

You know, when the arrangements were made, Jiang Cheng ordered Sun Zhengnan to urgently requisition military supplies from Zhengjiatun and Dapingzhuang, all of which were new beddings...

How come when I got there and looked around, not only were all the stuff second-hand, but they were also extremely dirty. I wonder where they were picked up from!

Wei Wenxin was already frightened silly, and Hai Rushong's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He stared at his subordinates and trembled all over, seeming unable to stand steadily.

"Master, Master, I really don't know anything!"

Faced with the calmness of his immediate superior and the commander-in-chief, the captain guarding the camp fell to his knees.

"You don't know? Haha."

Jiang Cheng sneered, turned around and looked at Hai Rushong - of course, when facing his father-in-law, he still had to give him some face.

But Hai Rushong also felt humiliated by this silent "saving face".

"You bastard!"

Hai Rushong's face turned red and he shouted, "Hurry up and tell Master Jiang everything. What's going on?"

"Damn it, I've explained everything to you. You're in charge of the resettlement center. Don't you know that?"

"The quilts, mattresses and bedding rolls transferred from Zhengjiatun and Changchun are all new and good quality! How come they are just..."

While Hai Rushong was scolding in a loud voice, Jiang Cheng was examining Wei Wenxin the whole time.

The kid was kneeling on the ground, shaking like a sieve, but it was also obvious that he was nervously thinking of a countermeasure.

It seems that he knows a lot. (End of this chapter)