Siheyuan: Married a female spy at the beginning of 1944

Kato was so angry that he slapped Tanaka in the face.

Tanaka's face was swollen.

From a distance it looks like a fat butt.

The speech is not so clear anymore.

"I don't care what you do, you must find the murderer for me, otherwise you will commit seppuku. I am serious."

Kato had originally thought that if Tanaka didn't do his job well, he would just let him roll down and serve as a soldier.

At least he can be saved.

Now that he knows that his wolfhound troops were almost wiped out, he wishes Tanaka would die immediately.

"Go tell Yoshida that if anything happens to those puppies again, he can feed himself to the dogs."

After being beaten by Kato, Tanaka Nobuo went directly to Shaogongnai.

He took out all his anger on the people in the palace.

Wait until he has vented his anger.

The two men, each with a butt hanging on their faces, were discussing countermeasures.

Miyauchi had already carried out Tanaka's order yesterday.

And also gave enough reward.

A day passed, and although several reports were received, it was clear at first glance that they were not the murderer.

Now they are looking for the murderer based on the condition that his arm was injured.

As long as the arm is injured, no matter how tall you are, you will be taken to the police station first.

"It's been a day. Have you gained anything?"

“We did catch someone.

But the man's arm was injured by the steel bars in the factory, not by a gunshot."

When Tanaka heard that someone with an injured arm had been caught, he immediately became interested.

No matter how this person was injured, as long as he can get the job done, it's fine.

"What is this man's appearance like?"

"The height and weight are all right, except that he has hair, not bald."

Tanaka hesitated for a while.

“Shave him bald, lock him up first, and treat his arm injury. If we can’t find the murderer within a week.

Then he is the murderer.

Investigate his family situation. If he doesn’t plead guilty, his whole family will be dead. If he pleads guilty, I will ensure his family’s safety.”

Finding someone to take the blame is nothing new since ancient times.

"But what if the murderer comes out to commit crimes again? What should we do then?"

In fact, this is what the palace is most worried about.

Otherwise, he would have just grabbed a random person and handed him over. Would he have to be beaten so much?

Tanaka also knew about this situation, so he hoped to catch the person within a week.

This is used to take the blame when he really can't be caught, otherwise he will have to commit seppuku.

He is not stupid, nor is he one of those drug-induced psychopathic soldiers at the lower level.

I wouldn't commit seppuku just for a slogan.

Saying that he committed seppuku was just a statement to show his attitude so that Kato would not hold him accountable.

"Let the police spread the word quietly that we have said that if there are more Japanese killed, we will arrest and kill the Chinese.

For every Japanese killed, ten Chinese are killed.

I want to see whether the murderer cares about the lives of Chinese people.

Do you still dare to assassinate people from our Great Japanese Empire?"

Whether it was Miyauchi, Tanaka, or Kato, they did not treat the Chinese as human beings.

In other words, the whole of Japan was in a state of frenzy at this time.

Their situation is very similar to that of the Jews.

They feel that the Yamato people should be the superior people, superior to other nations.

They are the people of Amaterasu, and the others are slaves.

Killing people of other ethnic groups is like killing pigs, and there is almost no guilt.

Only a few Japanese still maintained basic humanity and knew that it was wrong to do so.

歘（Transfer to the courtyard）

"Is Zhonghai back? Why are you so late today? Oh, it's Miss Wanqiu, please come in, please come in."

After much thought, Li Wanqiu decided to go to Yi Zhonghai's house to get some cornmeal to make do with her meal.

Most families in Siheyuan eat mixed noodles.

Only two days ago did his family give Yi Zhonghai some cornmeal.

It’s just that I just lent it to their family two days ago, and today I have to borrow some back, which is a bit awkward.

"Brother Yi hasn't come back yet?"

"No, he should have been back by this time normally. I don't know why he's so late today."

After Li Wanqiu entered the house, she saw that dinner was already set on Yi Zhonghai's table.

Their family’s dinner consists of steamed cornbread made from cornmeal and mixed flour.

They exchanged the cornmeal that He Daqing lent them for some mixed flour.

Support cornmeal, they can't afford it.

“Sister-in-law, I want to borrow some cornmeal. The food at home was hidden by the Qing Dynasty and I can’t find it.

I wanted to wait for him to come back, but the two children were so hungry that I had no choice but to come to you."

"Look at the way we address each other, you call me sister-in-law and I call you sister Wanqiu.

How about this, let's talk about the two of us individually. Although my Zhonghai is not as old as Daqing, I am older than your Daqing.

From now on, you can call me Wang Erni, or call me Sister Erni if ​​you don’t mind.

Just wait, I'll get it for you right away. The Qing Dynasty is the same. If they don't prepare the food early, you will have nothing to eat all day.

You too, if you have no food, come to me earlier."

Wang Erni rummaged in the cupboard and found a small bag.

It looked like there were only about four or five pounds of cornmeal in it.

Then he took out a large bowl, filled it with water and handed it to Li Wanqiu.

"Is this enough? If not, have another bowl."

Li Wanqiu took a look and felt that it was a little too little.

If she and her three children were eating it, it should be about the same, but there is also He Daqing.

I don’t know whether He Daqing will want to eat when he comes back in the evening, but it’s better to prepare one for him.

"Sister Erni, please have another bowl."

Wang Erni took out another bowl, filled it up and handed it to Li Wanqiu.

"Well, these are definitely enough. I'll take these two bowls back and bring them back to you later."

Li Wanqiu held a bowl in one hand and planned to go back to cook.

"Give me a bowl and I'll help you take it back. Your legs aren't very good, what if you spill it?

This is all face. It is difficult to pick up if it falls on the ground. If you sweep it with a broom, a lot of sand and dirt will be mixed in.

Then the good cornmeal is turned into mixed flour, which is a waste of food.”

Wang Erni accompanied Li Wanqiu home and then went back with two bowls.

Li Wanqiu finally breathed a sigh of relief after arriving home.

Said to the two children

"Okay, let's cook some porridge. Zhuzi, light a fire."

He Daqing put the remaining spoonful of vegetables in a small plate beside him, picked up the food with chopsticks and took a bite.

Then he handed the chopsticks to Liu Guotao.

"Take a bite and try the taste, then serve the dish.

It doesn't matter if you can't remember what I just introduced. From now on, every time I sit next to you and watch,

I tell you, it's not that difficult, anyone can be a cook.

But if you want to be a famous chef, you need talent. First of all, you need a good tongue, followed by nose and eyes.

You can't do without color, fragrance, or taste.

So a good tongue, nose, and eyes are a talent for a chef.”

He Daqing tasted the dish carefully, then told Liu Guotao beside him to serve the dish.