Siheyuan: Shazhu's Brother Shadan

As usual, she walked briskly to Silly Dan, patted his shoulder gently, and made a face at him, as if trying to make him happy.

Faced with Yingzi's actions, Shadan was stunned at first, and then a faint smile appeared on his face.

Although he was still a little depressed, when he saw Yingzi cared about him so much, those worries disappeared in an instant.

So he stood up and laughed and joked with Yingzi, as if all the troubles had never happened.

"I wish I were a lucky general!" When saying this, Shadan was thinking of the meaning of turning misfortune into good fortune and turning danger into safety.

But Yingzi, who was standing by, lowered her head and fell into deep thought after hearing this.

"Lucky General?" Yingzi blinked and said thoughtfully, "I think you are the lucky general!"

Shadan shook his head helplessly, "Why don't I feel that I have any blessings..."

"Look, last time you seized so many weapons and food, and you won a battle. Isn't this a blessing?" Yingzi said seriously.

Shadan smiled bitterly, "But this is all due to everyone's efforts. I just happened to discover those things..."

Shadan secretly complained about the masochistic system in his heart. It was really a case of both success and failure being due to Xiao He. He was too embarrassed to tell others that he had a system that had changed its appearance.

If we say that before the change, he was extremely strong, but after the change, he turned from an anti-Japanese hero into an ordinary citizen, who can understand this sense of gap?

"That's just your good luck!" Yingzi interrupted him, "Besides, didn't you save me? To me, you are my lucky star!"

"Saved you? I don't think I did." Shadan scratched his head and asked in confusion.

"Since we listened to you, we joined the Eighth Route Army. It's like a drifting ship finally found a harbor, or like a lost lamb returning to the flock. Doesn't this count as being saved?" Yingzi answered with a firm look in her eyes and a decisive tone.

There was an unshakable conviction in her voice, as if she was stating an obvious fact to the fool.

Now that you put it that way, it does seem to be the case.

When Shadan looked at Yingzi's bright smile, he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his heart.

Maybe, he really is everyone's lucky guy... He decided not to dwell on it anymore and just have fun wholeheartedly.

He was persuaded to calm down, but Yingzi next to him looked unhappy.

"How happy would I be if I became a lucky person like you?" Yingzi said with a longing look on her face.

"Huh? Why do you say that? Why do you suddenly want to be a lucky general?" When Shadan at the side heard this, he felt very curious and asked.

Yingzi looked up at Shadan, her eyes sparkling with envy: "Look at you, you have become a deputy captain, you can walk around freely. Didn't you go to Yangcun a while ago? I have always heard that there are Eighth Route Army stationed there, is this true or not?"

As she spoke, she imagined that she could be like Shadan, carrying a heavy burden yet moving freely and elegantly to various places, meeting different people and things.

The mysterious Yang Village and the legendary Eighth Route Army made her full of curiosity and yearning.

Shadan scratched his head and replied with a smile: "Haha, so this is why you want to be a lucky general! In fact, it is not easy to be a lucky general. You need real ability. But about the matter of Yangcun..." He deliberately kept it a secret, which caused Yingzi to ask more eagerly.

"What happened in Yangcun? What on earth happened?" Yingzi frowned and looked at the other party with confusion, eager to know more.

"Oh, it's nothing serious." Shadan swallowed unconsciously while speaking, his eyes still fixed on the package in Yingzi's hand, "Hehe, but...what delicious food did you bring me today?"

There was a greedy smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he could already smell the aroma of the food, and his look was so amusing that one could not help laughing.

Yingzi was so amused by his funny look that she burst out laughing.

"You only know how to eat!" Yingzi gently hit Silly Dan, then opened the package, "Here you go, I saved this especially for you."

Silly took the food happily and started eating it.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Yingzi said with a smile, "Tell me about Yangcun."

After Shadan finished eating, he gulped down some water, burped contentedly, and then said mysteriously, "There are indeed Eighth Route Army troops in Yangcun. The last time I went there to deliver a message, I saw them training."

"Wow, how do they train?" Yingzi asked impatiently.

"Hey, that's amazing! Some of them are practicing shooting, some are practicing climbing, and some are learning tactics." Shadan gestured with his hands.

"I really want to go and see it." Yingzi's eyes were full of desire.

"I will definitely take you there if I have the chance in the future." Shadan said, patting his chest.

"Yeah." Yingzi nodded happily.

"By the way, I heard that they are recruiting intelligence agents recently." Shadan suddenly remembered something.

"Intelligence officer?" Yingzi's eyes suddenly lit up.

"Yes, it is said that we have to go deep behind enemy lines to collect intelligence. But it is very dangerous." Shadan looked at Yingzi worriedly.

"I'm not afraid of danger!" Yingzi said firmly, "I want to do my part in the anti-Japanese war!"

Shadan looked at Yingzi and felt a surge of admiration in his heart.

"Okay, then I support you! If you really become an intelligence agent, you must be careful." Shadan said seriously.

"Don't worry, I will!" Yingzi nodded, with a determined light in her eyes.

The next day, Yingzi went straight to the female county magistrate and told her that she wanted to be an intelligence agent for the Eighth Route Army.

When the female county magistrate heard this, she was amazed.

I didn't think much about it. It might be that Yingzi had become familiar with them during this period of time and they were familiar with each other.

To outsiders, Yingzi is an innocent little girl, but she also carries hatred for her family and country.

"Okay, then I'll take you to ask?" said the female county magistrate.

"Well, thank you, lady."

At this time, female comrades who were capable or educated were called "sir".

But internally they were all called comrades. Yingzi, who came from the same village, was considered a logistics family member because she was a woman and was not officially a member of a district team.

But the distinction between these titles left the female county magistrate stunned when she heard the term "female gentleman" for the first time.

As a county magistrate, his political awareness must be very high, and he also has rich experience in the struggles behind enemy lines.

The female county magistrate became suspicious and couldn't help but look back at Yingzi.

I saw Yingzi's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a faint smile.