"The version my father told me about is similar to what your Uncle Zhang said at the beginning. It is also a trip to Yin Mountain to explore the terrain, but it is not that my father was weak and dragged the team down, but..." I seemed to dare not continue to talk to Uncle Zhang Zhuo, who was a little drunk.

Although Uncle Zhang Zhuo drank about one pound of white wine, he was still very sober. He didn't say anything about me like this, and seemed to understand it very well. He smiled and said to me, "Nephew, does the main content of the version of your father's story say that I dragged the team down?" I nodded slightly, and Uncle Zhang Zhuo immediately laughed and said, "Nephew, it's okay, even though I say that Uncle Zhang and your father have a life-long friendship. Telling some old things will not hurt my relationship with your father." When Uncle Zhang Zhuo said this, I gave up my concerns and told Uncle Zhang Zhuo the version of the story my father told me:

...

At that time, your squad got lost shortly after entering the yin mountain, and all the guidance tools could not play a role. Just when you were at a loss, a woman appeared in the mountains and forests. The squad leader made a quick decision and ordered Uncle Zhang and my father to arrest him. After the squad leader's interrogation, he found that the woman was Vietnamese and was very likely a spy from the Vietnamese side. Of course, you would not let her go easily, but taking her with her hindered the speed of the march. In order to find a way out as soon as possible, the squad leader asked Uncle Zhang and my father to watch the woman stand on time.

Before the team could walk out, they heard a steady stream of gunfire. Based on the gunfire, my father judged that your class might have been ambushed, so my father called to support him. Uncle Zhang, you seem quite calm, thinking that watching the Vietnamese female spy is your current task, and going to rescue without authorization is a manifestation of violating the order. Moreover, the team was really ambushed, and even if you two went to rescue together, it would be useless.

My father expressed strong indignation towards your "indifference". He was excited and beat you up. At this time, the female spy next to him seemed to have seen the opportunity to take advantage of the opportunity to discard your relationship with my father in poor Chinese. But this female spy didn't know that the strong relationship between you and my father was so merging, how could the female spy be cut off by the broken discord of the female spy? So my hot-tempered father was indifferent to the point, and grabbed the female spy and beat him. At this moment, a oil bag fell on the female spy.

Uncle, you are very clear-headed and quick-witted. You pick up the oil bag and open it to see a letter full of Vietnamese text and several Vietnamese banknotes.

The content in that letter is indeed as Uncle Zhang said before. It is a "chicken feather letter" that the Vietnamese side has already discovered the trend of our army. But there is one thing that Uncle Zhang and you and my father said differently. My father said that the content in the letter is composed of numbers. In short, it is the Moss code that you and my father can easily decipher, not what Uncle Zhang said is the entire Vietnamese text. If you can't understand it yourself, you must let people who understand Vietnamese text translate it.

In other words, on the spot, Uncle Zhang, you knew the content of the letter rather than what you learned after returning to the military camp and translator. Of course, these are not the focus of the story. The focus of the story is the few Vietnamese banknotes with extremely large denominations. Uncle Zhang, like my father, you know nothing about the knowledge of foreign currency in the context of the past few years of reform and opening up. You don’t know that Vietnamese banknotes are a currency with a large denomination but weak actual purchasing power. On those Vietnamese banknotes, they either have a denomination value of 5,000 or 10,000 denomination value. You were at the time.

With the social background of the highest domestic currency value of only 10 yuan, these Vietnamese banknotes of 5,000 and 10,000 yuan are undoubtedly astronomical figures. Uncle Zhang, you had the evil intention of greed for money at that time. My father was like brothers and sisters with you and worked with you for many years. Of course, he knew what you thought at that time, so he came forward to stop it. But Uncle Zhang, you lost your mind in front of money and eventually beat the female spy to death. Seeing that I could not stop it, I didn’t want to betray you, so I asked you to knock him out and create a scene where the female spy was injured. My father was about to escape, but you discovered that he was beaten to death by you during the stalemate.

Finally, you buried the body of the female spy, stole the tens of thousands of Vietnamese banknotes, carried my injured father back to the camp, and handed the letter paper with the Moss code to the leader.

Because all the class except you and my father were killed. In addition, my father did not stick to the principle and turned a blind eye to it, this matter was hidden from the world and no one exposed it.

After listening to my story, Uncle Zhang Zhuo shook his head helplessly and said, "I really don't know what your father is doing. In order to enrich your writing subject, he actually did not hesitate to make up such a story for you by slandering his old comrades. When your father comes back, I will question him carefully."

I asked Uncle Zhang Zhuo curiously and said, "Uncle Zhang, according to your meaning, one of the stories you two said must be true?"

Uncle Zhang Zhuo thought for a while and said, "Of course, what your father said is definitely not reliable. Although your father and I are old party members, he is a firm atheist. He will never believe in the trick of seeing ghosts until he dies, so he must deliberately avoid his experience of seeing ghosts and cover it up with lies."

I nodded, raised my wine glass, toasted Uncle Zhang with a sip of wine, and then said, "Prove this, it's actually very simple. Ask your company commander, if your company commander sees a full of Vietnamese text, it's my father lying. If it's a full of Morse codes, it's a lie, Uncle Zhang, you lie."

Uncle Zhang Zhuo beat me up a "Medouzi" and said with a giggle: "You little devil, you are so weird, and you also let our old company commander come forward to prove this. Then I ask you, if you prove that what your father said is true, would you "cover" me for the crime of seeking money and killing me, so that I will be in jail if I lose my life in the evening and be sent to jail?"

I heard Uncle Zhang put such a "big hat" on me and shook his head and said, "Uncle Zhang, what are you talking about? How dare you be a junior? It's just that you talk to Uncle Zhang on a whim and want to know the true face of this incident."

Uncle Zhang Zhuo nodded and said, "Nephew, if you have a ghost in your heart, you will never tell you this. It doesn't matter whether you really want to think about it or not. But it is an indisputable fact that all my old comrades in your father's battle will be killed. It has nothing to do with the dead woman. Your father and I hate the Vietnamese female spy very much. No matter what your father said, I was murderous for those few dollars. As long as I can kill her with my own hands, I am willing to pay the money. It's a pity that I didn't kill her with my own hands."

......

Uncle Zhang Zhuo and I drank until two o'clock in the afternoon. Uncle Zhang Zhuo left my house with a slightly drunk. In the evening, my parents came back after drinking the wedding banquet. My father saw a bottle of Wuliangye that had been treasured for many years and asked me with some heartache: "What's wrong? Lao Zhang's two bottles of Jiannan chun are not enough for you to be trashed? You have to bring half of my bottle of Wuliangye?" I quickly comforted my father and said, "Dad, don't feel sorry. I'll give you two bottles in two days. Drink half of your bottle and give you two bottles, which is not a loss."

"I'm not feeling sorry for the alcohol, but I'm worried that your Uncle Zhang will drink so much wine and I don't know how you are. No, I have to call and ask." As soon as my father finished speaking, he picked up the phone number at hand and called Uncle Zhang Zhuo's house. The other party might have answered by his aunt. When I learned that Uncle Zhang Zhuo was asleep, my father felt relieved.

Thinking of the topic I talked about with Uncle Zhang Zhuo at noon, I couldn't help but ask my father curiously: "Dad, do you remember telling me the story of you and Uncle Zhang meeting a female spy in Vietnam?"

"Remember! Your uncle Zhang is not good, he is greedy for money and is killed by life." My father said with a hint of indignation:

"But the story Uncle Zhang told me is very different from the story you told me?" I questioned:

"What did he say?" My father asked curiously:

So I told my father the story that Uncle Zhang Zhuo told me. My father shook his head and said helplessly, "This old Zhang only knows ghosts and weird all day long, and he doesn't look like a ** clerk at all."

"Who are you two making up stories?" I asked with great desire to know the answer:

"Tomorrow I will go to your Uncle Zhang's house with you to question it in person, and then kill two bottles of his Moutai wine." My father said half-jokingly and half-seriously:

I nodded in agreement.
Chapter completed!