Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

1944, Beijing, the beginning of autumn.

He Daqing sat at the door of his house, smoking one cigarette after another.

Sha Zhu and his 4-year-old sister were watching secretly in the house.

"Daqing, think positively. The dead cannot be resurrected. We can't always think about the dead.

We have to consider the living.

You still have two children? No matter what, you have to raise them, right? "

He Daqing took a deep puff and smoked the cigarette, which was not long to begin with, until only a cigarette butt was left.

He threw away the cigarette butt and spit out the tobacco from his lips.

"I know, but this is too sudden. How old is the child's mother? Why did she pass away?"

After saying this, He Daqing's eyes turned red, his nose felt sore, and he felt like tears were about to fall at any moment.

Seeing He Daqing like this, Yi Zhonghai cursed inwardly:

"Haha, if you were willing to spend money when your wife was sick, you might not have to leave. Now that she's gone, you're crying over the rat. What were you doing before? The child died, and you're breastfeeding."

Although he disapproved of He Daqing's appearance in his heart, he still said a few good words on the surface.

“Your wife and you have enjoyed a few days of happiness, so it’s worth it in this life.

In these chaotic times, who knows how long they can live?

A few days ago, the little boy Liu from our courtyard cursed the Japanese on the road.

As a result, he was beaten to death in the street?

We should live one day at a time and raise the child well, which will be a great honor to our ancestors and the child's mother."

He Daqing was indeed very sad at this moment, and his expression was not fake.

But the reason was not because his wife died.

He had no feelings for He Daqing's wife at all. She was not his wife at all.

At this time, He Daqing had already changed his core.

His eyes were red, partly because he didn't know what to do in the future.

He did not have He Daqing's skills, and his original relationship with He Daqing was also vague.

When he meets someone the original owner knew, he feels a sense of familiarity, but also a sense of strangeness.

I don’t know his name, but it seems like I have known this person for a long time and know his preferences.

Even for the pair of children left behind by He Daqing, he actually had a deep love for them.

On the other hand, he was angry at this fucked up world.

Now I don’t know where my future lies, and I can’t figure out what I should do.

He hadn't even been to He Daqing's original workplace for a long time.

His understanding of this era comes from movies and TV dramas.

The original He Daqing could support his family, but now He Daqing can’t even support himself.

"Brother Yi, don't worry, I will be fine. I'll go out for a walk first. Don't worry, I will be fine in a few days."

He Daqing walked out of the courtyard and wandered aimlessly on the street.

At that time, the area of ​​Peking City was not very large, about 20 miles from north to south and about 10 miles from east to west.

It is basically the area within the second ring road of Beijing in later generations.

With this area, it wouldn’t take long to walk.

He Daqing was wandering aimlessly on the road.

All he thought about was how to survive.

"How about I join the army? This year is 44, and the Japanese are about to be destroyed.

If I join the army, I will probably fight in the civil war. By then, my army will be unstoppable and I should be able to make some small contributions."

He Daqing shook his head again.

“Alas, there are two children at home. Although they did not participate in the process, they are the children of this body after all, and we cannot just abandon them like this.

Or maybe start a small business? Set up a stall and sell some snacks or something?"

This era is not like the later times. If you really have to do something, you can just deliver takeout.

It's really difficult to find a job these days.

Forget about high-level jobs, you may not even be able to do hard labor.

"Rickshaw?"

He Daqing looked at himself and felt that he didn't have the legs.

Because He Daqing is a cook, he is very strong and even a little fat.

He thought that if he were to act like a bully and act tough, maybe he could actually do it.

But if he was asked to pull a rickshaw and make a living by running, he felt that he could not run at all.

As for resistance to bulging, He Daqing had also considered it.

But I just thought about it in my mind and rejected it immediately.

The job of resisting a bump requires experience. If you use the wrong strength, you can easily get injured.

If you are not stable enough, a 200-pound object can knock you down.

"Alas, will I starve to death? I haven't done anything wrong. Why did you bring me to this era?"

"It would be fine if I started a few years later. By then, even if I don't know anything, the government will be able to arrange a job for me."

"Snap, snap. Snap."

Just when He Daqing was thinking about how he would make a living in the future, he suddenly heard someone setting off firecrackers in the alley ahead.

But after listening for a while, I felt something was wrong.

Following the sound, I walked into the alley, and when I reached the end, I saw a dead end.

He Daqing slowly approached and secretly poked his head out from the side of the alley wall.

He saw three men with guns, surrounding a woman in cheongsam.

The woman hid in the corner with a pistol.

The others were hiding separately, aiming their guns at the corner, waiting for the woman to show her head.

The three men didn't dare to step forward, and the woman didn't dare to show up, so the two sides remained in a stalemate.

There were three people lying in front of He Daqing.

One was covering his leg and crying loudly, while the other had already gone to report to the King of Hell.

There was another one who was dressed very respectably, but he was shot in the chest and was spitting blood foam from his mouth. It was obvious that he would not live for more than a few days.

As soon as He Daqing stuck his head out, he met the man's eyes.

Although this person couldn't speak, his eyes showed surprise, pleading, fear, and confusion.

"Girl, why bother? You're a woman, do you still want to compete with three men like us?

Your man is already lying on the ground, and is about to die. What's the point of you struggling like this?

Besides, don't you understand the current situation? If you go against the imperial army, what good will you get?

Don’t you see that the Kuomintang government collapsed again in the previous period, and only Sichuan and Shaanxi are left.

To serve them is like jumping into a fire pit, isn't that?

If you cooperate with the Imperial Army, you will definitely get some benefits."

He Daqing didn't know their identities at first.

As soon as the man shouted "He Daqing", he realized that they were a few traitors and Kuomintang spies.

Although the National Army was not a good group of people either, the traitors were more hateful.

He Daqing reached into his arms and tightly grasped an ox-horn knife.

He is afraid of death, very afraid of death.

But he wanted to try again.

What if after death you can return to your original world?

Moreover, these people are all traitors. Sometimes they are even worse than the Japanese and are particularly cruel to their own compatriots.

No matter what, if we have the chance today, we must kill these traitors.

He Daqing glanced at the person lying on the ground, put his index finger to his mouth and flicked it lightly.

When the other side saw He Daqing's action, they also understood what He Daqing was thinking.

He looked at He Daqing gratefully, and then his eyes slowly dimmed.

He Daqing had no choice but to continue hiding in the corner and observing.

If I rush out now, I will definitely be shot to death by the three men, and my death will be meaningless.

After the traitor finished shouting, seeing that the other party did not respond, he began to slowly approach the corner.

He Daqing knew that if he let them succeed, he would have no chance of launching a sneak attack.

I don't have any guns or long-range weapons. If I fight these people head-on, I'll be seeking death.

And the most important point is that time is not on your side.

After all, the city was under Japanese control, and there were Japanese soldiers patrolling the streets.

Who knows if Japanese soldiers happen to be nearby? If they hear the gunshots, they will definitely rush here immediately.

After thinking about it, he decided to take a chance.

Create opportunities for those inside.