Vol 3 Chapter 59: Nostalgia one thousand nine hundred and fifty-eight

Motor boats flow down the river. The Dawang River is a tributary of the Huai River. The river enters the river. Ships are also docked at the Jiangbei Wharf, where they are transported to the provincial capital by using larger tonnage machine ships.
There are no private cargo ships this year. The public-private partnership has been completed. To find a transport ship, I have to go to the port authority, but the whole country is smelting steel, and the port authority ships are busy transporting coke and iron ore, and they can’t make any available. When the ship comes, even if there is, it will only make a space for loading, which is inconvenient to carry out the plan.
　　 So they temporarily stored the Dragon Ball at the dock yard. No one had stolen this thing anyway. Liu Yanzhi's plan was to get a truck to leave Jiangbei by land at night. There was no camera in the 1950s. You can just let go of these acts of robbery.
　　Since there is plenty of time, Liu Yanzhi allowed Liu Handong to go home and have a look. It's human nature. He didn't take the opportunity of crossing to visit his parents.
　　 "I also go for a stroll." Ji Yugan said.
　　 "Take it easy, be merciful elsewhere, and be careful to be caught as a gangster." Liu Yanzhi did not let go of every opportunity to mock Ji Yuqian. He wanted to let the other party know that in another time and space, he had the final say.
Before the dissolution, the three had a meal together. The state-owned Jiangbei Restaurant has a first-class meal, which is still the same as it was ten years ago. The supply of ingredients is also sufficient. After two years of "natural disasters", the rich will have food stamps. Can't buy such a meal.
After the meal, Liu Handong went to the Jiangbei Military Sub-district Family Home, which is separated by a wall from the military sub-district compound. Soldiers stand guard at the gate, but the management is lax. As long as you wear a dog, the sentry will not stop you. Liu Handong dresses meticulously. He’s in a tunic suit, carrying a briefcase, and looks like a cadre. He easily enters the family courtyard, sits down by the playground and watches the children play games.
The playground is very simple, no rubber track, no football goal and basketball hoop. It is just a large open area flattened by a stone roller. The two rows of bungalows on the side are the military officers’ dormitories. This was originally the military camp of the Kuomintang Jiangdong Traffic Police Corps. 49 The traffic police corps revolted and Jiangbei was peacefully liberated. The traffic police corps was reorganized into the People’s Liberation Army. His grandfather Liu Xiaoyong also changed from the captain of the Kuomintang to the deputy commander of the Jiangbei Army Division of the People’s Liberation Army. When he was awarded the title in 1956, because he was an uprising general and an underground party member From his birth, he was only given the rank of lieutenant colonel. This was the knot of his grandfather's life. He was a colonel in the Kuomintang and was given a lieutenant colonel when he returned to his own side.
On the playground, a group of half-old children were playing games. They were divided into two sides, playing the Eighth Route Army and the Japanese Devils. They were playing the game of war. The children playing the Eighth Route Army were just and awe-inspiring. They all carried the taste of Li Xiangyang in every gesture. You can pretend to be insignificant and timid, in line with the image of the Eighth Route Army's tall and heroic, holding wooden spears on both sides, and the devils are wiped out in no time.
The children were having fun, and Liu Handong watched with gusto. Suddenly a group of women ran over and shouted to their sons. They had a slap in the face and complained that the children had messed up the clothes and broke. Naturally, they would inevitably move forward in the war. The boys are naughty by nature, which is not a big deal, but the women are just screaming, and their target is the children's toy gun.
This is a long-planned movement to confiscate guns, because although the children’s toy guns are mainly made of wood, the barrels and bolts on them are made of iron pipes. The mothers are smelting steel and there is no scrap iron everywhere. So hit the idea on the children's toys.
　　 The children couldn't fight their mothers. Amidst the howls of ghosts and wolves, the guns were confiscated, whether it was Balu or the ghost. The women steel-making team members returned victorious, but met Deputy Commander Liu.
Liu Handong recognized his grandfather at a glance. The middle-aged Liu Xiaoyong wore a white-washed cotton plain cloth uniform. The hat was decorated with a round army cap badge. The collar was a red army lieutenant colonel. His body was straight and he was not angry. Wei.
　　 The women greeted the deputy commander and wanted to leave. Liu Xiaoyong and Zou frowned and said, "Stop, what's the matter?"
　　 "Deputy commander, we are also for steelmaking." The women explained in a frantic manner. They were all the family members of the officers. They also learned from the local unit and set up a blast furnace to make iron.
　　 "It's ridiculous that the big steel smelting lacks children's guns?" Liu Xiaoyong is very temperamental. "The iron you train can't make guns and bullets, and it's not qualified for land mines."
　　 "Return the gun to the children." The deputy commander solemnly ordered. The children cheered, and the women were downcast and dare not say anything.
　　 "When you go to the ordnance department, say that I approve it, take some bullets." Liu Xiaoyong said.
　　 The women returned home laughing and satisfied.
Liu Handong didn’t dare to disturb his grandfather. He just watched Liu Xiaoyong walk to the side of the playground and picked up a three- to four-year-old child. His eyebrows were very similar to those of Liu Handong when he was a child. He should be his father. He was sacrificed in the 1980s. Liu Kaihua on the front line of the mountain.
　　 Liu Xiaoyong hugged his son, with an expression that a father should have appeared on his face, and went home happily. Liu Handong stood up and saluted his grandfather's back.
　　 As the sun sets, the children on the playground are launching a new charge. The earth blast furnace in the distance is full of black smoke.
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Ji Yuqian's interest is cultural relics. Jiangbei is the second largest city in Jiangdong. It has not been built for many years. Although it lacks the foundation, many wealthy and cultural people lived during the Kuomintang period. The cultural and entertainment industry is relatively developed. In the early years, there were many antique shops and public-private partnerships. Later, it became a public cultural relics store. The revolutionary masses were busy with production and construction every day. There was no time to play this, so the store was empty and there was only one customer.
"Comrade, what do you want to consign?" The salesperson walked over with a feather duster and asked. Based on his years of work experience, this person should have come to sell things instead of buying things. The cultural relics store also serves as a consignment shop. The calligraphy and painting, jewellery and jadeware, imported watches, cufflinks and brooches collected by the social elites and white-collar workers are not available in the new society. They are in fear at home. It is better to sell them for money.
"I'll take a look." Ji Yu said with a dry smile. He looks handsome, has a good temperament, and is well-dressed. The salesperson is also from the old society. It is a basic skill to look at people and see that Ji Yugan is not an ordinary working people. , Just follow him.
Ji Yuqian has a wide range of hobbies and has researched calligraphy, calligraphy and painting. There is nothing good in this cultural relics store. Just a painting by Zhang Daqian can be regarded as the eye of the law. Another piece of Tianhuangshi seal, a large piece of Hetian sheep fat white jade seed material is very cost-effective high.
"This, and this, I want it." Ji Yugan pointed to a few things he was fancy, and took out his wallet, which was full of banknotes. The price of calligraphy and painting was not high, only two hundred yuan, and Tian Huangshi's seal was only one. One hundred yuan, Hetian seed material is the cheapest, only ten yuan.
　　 "Comrade, which unit do you belong to?" The salesperson couldn't help being vigilant. The business was too big. He took out the registration book and said, "You have to register the unit to buy things."
　　 Ji Yugan took out the red-skinned notebook and smiled with white teeth: "I am a reporter from the Huaijiang Daily, do you have any questions?"
　　 The salesperson's class struggle was very tight. After registering the customer's unit and name, he watched Ji Yuqian go out, and when he returned, he called the police station and reported suspicious circumstances to it.
Ten minutes later, a public security officer arrived on a bicycle and asked carefully about the situation. He praised the salesperson and said: "You must be vigilant at all times if you are doing the right thing. This person who claims to be a reporter carries a lot of cash with him. The possibility of a spy, we immediately proceed to verify and investigate."
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　　 Liu Yanzhi didn't go anywhere. He sat on the riverside and was blowing a hair. His sixth sense was very sensitive. He always felt that the mission was too smooth, and he seemed to have a pair of eyes quietly staring at him.
　　 He turned his head violently, and a lone crow was staring at him on the electric wire in the distance. In a blink of an eye, he spread his wings, quacked and flew away.
When the meeting time came, Ji Yuqian and Liu Handong came back at the same time. The three of them acted collectively. They stole a brand new Jiefang truck from Jiangbei Transportation Company and drove all the way to the dock. Under the cover of night, Liu Yan showed his power and moved Dragon Ball into the carriage. , Covered with a tarp, drove off the dock, and galloped along the highway along the river.
　　 A dark crow landed on the carriage tarpaulin, his eyes gleaming strangely.
The truck drove for three hours. When it was about to reach the river, the car stopped on the shore. Liu Yan straightly took the dragon ball down, rolled it to the river and put it in the water, and marked the precise latitude and longitude with an instrument. They did not have the ability to carry such a large dragon ball. To bring back the benchmark time and space, you can only hide it first and retrieve it after a few decades.
　　 The mission is completed, everyone feels much more relaxed, singing a song and driving back to Cuiwei Mountain~EbookFREE.me~ On a tree in the distance, the crow appeared again, flashing its wings, and there was a miserable bird cry in the dark night.
　　The crossing team abandoned the truck near Cuiwei Mountain, hiked up the mountain, sat in the crossing cabin, and returned to the starting place in 2018 in a flash.
　　 Without further ado, Liu Yanzhi immediately reported the specific location of the hidden Dragon Ball, and the party sent personnel to salvage it, but found nothing.
　　 Something went wrong.
　　The three people who crossed the group all rushed to the riverside, confirming again and again that this is indeed the place where the Dragon Ball is hidden.
　　 "Did someone cut Hu?" Liu Yan thought straightforwardly, "I always feel that there are eyes staring at me, it may be true."
　　Everyone’s creeps are terrifying. This speculation is very scary. If there is another force that can accurately detect the whereabouts of the traversing group, 　and respond in a targeted manner, then everything the organization does is a waste of energy.
　　 The patriotic party sent people to investigate in the local area, and finally found out. The villagers reported that in 1993, a few foreigners came here, salvaged an iron knot from the river and took it away.
　　 The villager Wang who broke the news was in his fifties. He was a strong guy twenty-five years ago. He happily recalled the past that year. His memory was so profound that he even remembered the names of foreigners.
　　 "It's a doctor, Dr. Jones." The villager dipped his finger in his saliva and lit the money that the party patriot gave him.
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