First, Ah Hai is out of danger, don’t think about it.
Secondly, Ah Hai’s previous job was to rescue and help child laborers. There is currently a young girl named Yang Ximei from the slum area of Pingjiang Village. Her sister Yang Damei was persecuted to death by the capitalists, and her seriously ill mother has also passed away.
Ahai avoided being caught by the agents and could not come forward, so he asked Fang Muheng to come forward to rescue Yang Ximei and send her to a nursing home in Nanshi.
Nanshi Nursing Home, is this place related to the Red Party?
Liu Bo thought to himself and rejected this judgment.
He knew about this nursing home in Nanshi, which was quite famous in Shanghai. The nursing home was well cared for by Mrs. Sun, and many Shanghai residents donated money and materials, so the conditions were good.
It seems reasonable for the Red Party to choose this nursing home.
However, in any case, people from the Red Party contacted Fang Muheng, which is good news. Through Fang Muheng, he can further contact the Red Party.
Within the Japanese army, people generally did not pay much attention to the Red Party and believed that this red armed force, which was oppressed by the government in the barren land of northern Shaanxi, was not worth mentioning.
However, Liu Bo didn't see it that way. He had always been wary of the Red Party. As far as he knew, many anti-Japanese groups in Shanghai were related to the Red Party.
Compared with the enemies who wield swords and guns on the battlefield, the Red Party spared no effort to propagate anti-Japanese propaganda among the Chinese people and promote Chinese national pride. This subtle influence is even more worthy of vigilance.
…
Fang Muheng was in a good mood after learning that Ahai was out of danger.
Fang Muheng had great admiration for Ah Hai who still cared about Yang Ximei in the slum under such circumstances, which was why he was willing to move closer to the Red Party.
"Brother Liu, I plan to take Yang Ximei home, give her the best life, teach her to read, go to school, and live the life a Chinese child should have." Fang Muheng said excitedly.
"No!" Liu Bo objected flatly, "The letter said that if Yang Ximei is to be sent to Nanshi Nursing Home, she must follow the arrangements in the letter."
"Why?" Fang Muheng retorted, "The child in the nursing home is so pitiful. In my home, she can have a more comfortable life."
"Mu Heng, your idea is good." Liu Bo said seriously, "But please remember, you must strictly implement the order."
Looking at Fang Muheng who wanted to refute, Liu Bo said with a serious expression, "Forgot what I said? Patriotic action is not about doing whatever you want. You must strictly abide by disciplines. Do you know why Ah Hai has not further developed you into their organization?
?”
"Why?" Fang Muheng asked.
"Your patriotic enthusiasm is commendable, but Mu Heng, you have to get rid of this loose style, be cautious, and restrain yourself with strict discipline." Liu Bo looked serious, "If you can't do this, A Hai and him
The organization will not really accept you."
Hearing Liu Bo's sincere words, Fang Muheng was stunned. He thought carefully and finally nodded slowly, "I understand, I will pay attention to it."
"I hope you really understand." Liu Bo sighed.
He felt that his heart was broken for Fang Muheng.
Fang Muheng is a fool, and he is very happy, which means that he can play with Fang Muheng at the palm of his hand.
However, he had to persuade and train Fang Muheng. Only by Fang Muheng's continuous improvement can he be finally accepted by the Red Party, and can he successfully break into the Red Party.
Liu Bo himself found it ridiculous when he thought about it. As an excellent imperial agent, he had to take great pains to help the Red Party cultivate a revolutionary.
…
Suzhou River.
Slum area, Pingjiang Village.
"Eat slowly, don't choke." An agent from the Party Affairs Investigation Department hit Yang Ximei on the head.
Yang Ximei raised her head and smiled gratefully at him.
In the past two days, Yang Ximei felt like she was living in heaven. This was the best time she had ever had a full meal since she could remember.
"Like a tabby cat." The agent frowned in disgust, picked up his towel, and helped Yang Ximei wipe the dirt from her face.
"Fat man, you are stupid, you really raised this girl as your daughter." Another thin agent cursed and glared at Yang Ximei.
Yang Ximei timidly nestled in the corner, guarding the steamed buns in her hand.
This uncle is a bad guy and always beats her. Although that uncle also beats her, he is a good person because he gives her something to eat.
"Where is Yang Ximei's home?"
There was a man's voice asking for directions from outside.
The two agents looked at each other and said, 'Finally here!'
"Girl, you eat slowly," the fat man said.
"Fat man, what the hell are you doing?" the thin man cursed.
The two men lifted up the old bamboo mat, got out, and hid to watch.
…
Yang Ximei looked at the half-eaten steamed bun in her hand, and then at the empty and dirty shack. She was scared in her heart. The little girl actually felt a sense of panic that she had lost a loved one.
"Uncle, uncle." Yang Ximei shouted.
"Shut up and I'll beat you up!" the thin man threatened in a low voice.
Yang Ximei was so frightened that she didn't dare to say anything anymore. She looked at the half-rolled steamed bun in her hand and felt a little at a loss, but she suddenly started to tremble with fear:
Are you here to grab your own steamed buns?
She wanted to hide the steamed buns, but she looked left and right, but there was no place to hide them.
The little girl panicked and rolled the bun in the muddy water, and then hid the dirty and smelly bun behind her, so that no one would snatch it away.
…
The rolling dragon-style shack is less than one meter high.
Liu Bo did not come in, but waited outside while looking at the slum.
Fang Muheng didn't care at all about his shiny suit. He got in half-kneeling and saw his little girl looking at him with horror in her eyes.
"Your name is Yang Ximei?" Fang Muheng asked in a low voice with a sunny smile on his face.
The frightened little girl hid her hands behind her back and tried her best to hide, but she fell straight down, and the dirty and smelly half-laid buns also fell into the muddy water.
"Steamed buns, my steamed buns." Yang Ximei rushed forward, picked up the dirty and smelly steamed buns, and stuffed them into her mouth desperately.
Fang Muheng went up and hugged Yang Ximei, but Yang Ximei struggled desperately and still didn't stop talking.
"Dirty, dirty, don't eat it." Fang Muheng tried to take out the steamed buns, but the little girl bit his right hand tightly.
Fang Muheng has been afraid of pain since he was a child, but at this moment, he did not scream, nor did he 'save' his right hand from Yang Ximei's mouth.
He hugged Yang Ximei with one hand, sat down in the muddy water, took out a fruit candy from his suit pocket, and said, still smiling, "Eat this."
Yang Ximei was stunned when she looked at the fruit candies wrapped in colorful candy wrappers.
He opened his mouth.
…
Fang Muheng looked at the blood stains and tooth marks on the back of his right hand. He felt terrible pain in his heart, not for himself, but for Yang Ximei.
He carefully opened the candy wrapper, put the fruit candy into Yang Ximei's mouth, and asked softly, "Ximei, is it sweet?"
Yang Ximei's eyes widened in fear, and suddenly, an unspeakable surprise flashed in the little girl's eyes.
"Let's go, Ximei, uncle will take you home." Fang Muheng knelt down, picked up Yang Ximei with both hands, carefully and slowly pulled out, as if he was picking up the most precious treasure in the world.
Behind him, behind the bamboo mat, two pairs of eyes were watching all this.