In the quiet room, the metal book stopped on the blank 11th page amidst the clattering sound of turning pages. The quill that fell off the cover drew a swishing path hidden in the reeds.

river course.

In the distance of this river, you can still vaguely see a few wooden boats and motorboats flying aunt's paper flags, while there is a wooden boat hidden in the nearby reeds. On top of this boat, there are two

A big lifting pole with wild goose feathers!

To Wei Ran's surprise, the writing under the pattern turned bright red again!

Role identity: Wei Ran, the waiter at the tea shed at Dongguan Wharf

Conditions for return: Assist Zhou Houpu in completing the ambush mission and take fifteen photos.

Skill mission: Kill the traitor Qiu Ermazi with cold weapons

Skill mission? What is this? Zhou Houpu... seems to be Suisui's great-grandfather?

In Wei Ran's confusion, a dazzling white light has enveloped his field of vision, and there are noisy conversations in his ears. At the same time, his nose can also smell the vague fragrance of tea.

"Boy Wei, bring me a pot of tea!" Almost as soon as his vision recovered, he heard someone calling him.

Following the sound, he saw an uncle wearing a long robe and a black melon-skin cap, who looked to be in his fifties. Sitting across from the same Eight Immortals table as the uncle was a young man who looked about the same age as himself.

On the benches on either side of the old man and the young man was a rattan box that seemed to be able to be carried on the back, and on the other side was a white cloth cover with an embroidered tiger showing its teeth and claws, and a row of small characters embroidered on each side: "But

I pray that people in the world will not be sick, so why worry about the medicine on the shelf becoming dust."

Looking at the polished tiger brace placed on the table, combined with the half of the story Grandpa Suisui told during the Chinese New Year, Wei Ran immediately guessed the identities of the two people. If nothing else, the one who looked similar to himself

The young man of about the same age may be his great-grandfather, and the uncle with quite a fairy-like manner may be Suisui's grandfather's grandfather.

"Is your kid suffering from hysteria?" Uncle Zhou saw Wei Ran staring at him in a daze, and waved to him with a smile, "Would you like me to give you a few injections? Or put a plaster on you?"

"No, no, no, no," Wei Ran came to his senses, quickly took a coarse porcelain teapot and two large bowls from the counter, and poured the two men a cup of tea each.

In addition to the stove for boiling water and a water tank filled with several large watermelons, the tea shed facing the street only has five tables. The remaining tables are occupied by some men and women with somewhat sad faces.

At one end of the wall was a storyteller, who seemed to be the owner of the tea stall, and the street facing him was bustling with people as if attending a big fair.

One end of the street leads directly into the city, and not far from the other end is the city gate building. Looking through the city gate, you can vaguely see a heavily guarded pier and a large expanse of sparkling water.

He looked back at himself. He was wearing patched gray clothes and pants, a pair of cloth shoes with his big toes exposed, a white apron tied around his waist, and a handkerchief stained yellow by tea stains on his shoulders.

, also carrying a heavy enamel large iron pot in his hand.

Under the greetings of the tea guests who were listening to the book, Wei Ran carried a big iron pot and went back and forth between the stove and the tables. From time to time, he had to fill the stove with a handful of firewood, but even so

, he still put most of his attention on his great-grandfather’s table.

It's a pity that the two men seemed to have come just to listen to a book and drink tea. At most, Uncle Zhou would explain the distribution of acupuncture points and joints, as well as reset techniques to the young man sitting opposite.

Occasionally, a few familiar people came to him and asked him to take his pulse and ask for a prescription. And looking at the accustomed look of the tea shed owner who was busy telling stories, it was obvious that such a thing had already happened.

Not the first time.

While Wei Ran was busy, the sun outside the tea shed was gradually setting in the west. Except for the table of master and apprentice, the rest of the people in the tea shed were scattered in twos and threes. Even the owner of the tea shed was making a sound.

Mu then stopped and poured himself a large bowl of crude tea that was leftover from someone else's drink.

However, before Wei Ran, who had been busy for most of the day, could take a break, several soldiers dressed as puppet troops came down from the heavily defended city gate building not far away.

These big-headed soldiers walked into the teahouse shouting and drinking, paid for a watermelon that had been soaked in water from the boss, and ordered a large pot of herbal tea with cold water and a plate of fried melon seeds.

Before Wei Ran could collect all the things ordered by the big-headed soldiers, one of the big-headed soldiers had already walked to Uncle Zhou's side, sat down on the bench and said with a sad face, "Doctor Zhou, take a look at my lower back."

, I’ve been in pain for several days, and I’m just waiting for you to come over.”

Uncle Zhou put down the teacup in his hand calmly and said gently, "Pick up your coat and let me take a look."

Upon hearing this, the big-headed soldier immediately lifted up the hem of his clothes, turned around, and exposed his thin backbone. Wei Ran, who had been secretly observing from the side, could vaguely see that there seemed to be a finger between the fingers of the big-headed soldier holding up his clothes.

note.

Uncle Zhou calmly took the note from the opponent's hand, and then reached out and pressed his hand on the former's lower back. The big-headed soldier immediately bared his teeth, causing ridicule from his companions at the table not far away.

"You've been moving a lot in the past two days, right?" Uncle Zhou took back his hand and asked with a smile.

The big-headed soldier said with a grimace, "That's not bad."

"After moving things, did you take a shower in the water?"

"No!" The big-headed soldier straightened up with great effort, "The sun is so bright at noon. I'm sweating even if I stand still. Why don't you have to go into the water and splash twice?"

"Let's put some plaster on it first and take a look. I'll come back tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If it still hurts, I'll give you two injections. But don't go into the water these two days. You're probably agitated after you finished moving your things and took a shower."

, Uncle Zhou turned to the young man watching beside him and said, "Shoutian, heat up the plaster."

This chapter is not over yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading! Han Shoutian? It seems that he is really his great-grandfather. Wei Ran has no doubt at this time. He has heard this name from Suisui's grandfather's mouth more than once.

If you pass, you will naturally get the right number.

While he was visiting relatives, his young great-grandfather Han Shoutian, who was almost a few years older than him at this time, had already taken out a small black pot from the rattan box next to him and walked away in a familiar manner.

Go to the stove where water is boiling and place it on the stove mouth to slowly heat it.

At the same time, one of the other big soldiers also put down the watermelon he had finished eating, and came to Uncle Zhou warmly to complain about his physical discomfort, or to get a few injections, or to ask for a prescription, or something like that.

The big-headed soldier at the beginning applied a plaster.

Before the second soldier was finished, Han Shoutian had already prepared a plaster, and the soldier who seemed to have a problem honestly lifted up the hem of his clothes again and allowed the former to apply the hot plaster.

Attached to the lower back.

After dealing with these big soldiers, Uncle Zhou picked up the tea bowl and took a sip. Then he stood up and said, "Shutian, it's almost done. It's time for us to go home."

Han Shoutian, who had been sitting quietly next to him, immediately stood up after hearing this, paid for the tea, put the rattan box on his back, picked up the tiger disguise and walked out.

Do you want to follow?

Before Wei Ran could make a decision, the owner of the tea stall also said in a hoarse voice, "Boy Wei, let's close the stall too."

"Oh...here it comes!"

Wei Ran finally took back the steps he was about to take, and patiently helped stack the tables, chairs, and benches. Following the example of the tea shed owner, he stacked them together and tied them with hemp rope. Then he gathered up the porcelain pots, tea bowls, and

An iron kettle for boiling water, two unsold watermelons, and a bag of roasted nuts, and then even the unburned firewood were doused with water and hung on the front of a wheelbarrow.

Under the sultry sunset, the tea shed owner was pushing a wheelbarrow in front, and Wei Ran was unfamiliar with carrying a pole with tables and chairs on both ends in the back. The two of them ran twice before carrying everything to an adobe building at the end of a small alley.

Wall yard.

"This is today's wages and tomorrow's firewood money."

After the tea shed owner waited for the last items to be delivered to this small courtyard with only three blue brick houses, he took out a few colorful paper tickets from his pocket and handed them to Wei Ran, "Remember to put out all the teapots and bowls tonight."

, if it doesn’t rain tomorrow, we’ll go out early.”

"Okay... okay." Wei Ran took the money and was worrying about where to stay at night, but he didn't expect that the tea stall owner was humming a drama and turned away with the bag of roasted seeds and nuts in one hand.

"This is my home?"

Wei Ran turned his head and looked at the small courtyard behind him, then at the tea shed owner who had almost reached the entrance of the alley. Finally, he looked at the few paper tickets in his hand, closed the wooden door of the small courtyard, and followed his memory.

The direction Uncle Zhou's master and apprentice left.

Unfortunately, until he replaced the few paper tickets in his hand with various kinds of food, not only did he not find the two of them, but he almost got lost.

But it was rewarding. After more than an hour, at least I was full. I also unexpectedly discovered a church with a plaster flag hanging on the roof in the city. I also saw groups of little devils. At the same time,

He also found out from a newspaper picked up nearby that the current time should be after late June of 1941. As for how long this tattered newspaper had expired, he didn't know.

After spending a lot of effort to return to the small courtyard at the end of the alley, Wei Ran pressed the door bars against the two old door panels and looked at the small courtyard with the last rays of the setting sun.

Not counting the three low blue brick houses, the corners of the three walls were piled with firewood and bundles of dried reeds that seemed to be used only for firewood. There was also a leafy persimmon tree in the middle of the yard and

A well.

The conditions for this character are pretty good, so why is he working in a tea shed?

Wei Ran muttered to himself and carefully walked into the main room of the three-room blue brick house. There was a stove on each side of the small main room, but the pot on the east stove was gone, and the one on the west was empty.

Although the pot is still there, you can tell from the rust stains that it probably hasn't been cooked for a while.

I went to the rooms on both sides and took a look. Except for the two quilts on the bed, which were barely clean, they were really bare-bones without even a chair.

Sitting on the edge of the kang, Wei Ran suddenly appeared with a slender Mauser bayonet in his left hand. Now that he had this cold weapon, he had not even seen the traitor Qiu Ermazi mentioned in the return mission.

Pass.

What made him even more confused was that although he met his great-grandfather Han Shoutian and his master Dr. Zhou today, the Zhou Houpu mentioned in the return mission, who was Suisui's great-grandfather, or Dr. Zhou's son, was not there.

I haven't seen it at all, which is a bit troublesome.

Putting away the Mauser bayonet that was temporarily unused, Wei Ran then had a pistol with a silencer in his hand.

He took off the magazine and looked at it, and saw that it was full of bullets. A satisfied smile appeared on his face. It was good news that the 44-year-old bullets could be used in 41 years, and it was even better news that the silencer could be brought here.

.

"Now let's see if the magazine is in the food box."

Wei Ran took back his pistol and took out the food box. What made him happy and disappointed was that there was indeed a magazine on the first floor of the food box, but there was only one. Fortunately, this magazine was full, not like before.

Only 10 rounds are given.
To be continued...