Siheyuan: tomb robbing? I am serious about hunting.

Chapter 811

Li Changgeng was overjoyed and decided to promote it throughout the county. Wang Ming led the villagers to reclaim wasteland and plant continuously in the system space. In order not to arouse suspicion, he only took out an appropriate amount of food each time, saying that it was limited by the secret technique and could not be used too much. As the grain output increased, the famine in Wangjia Village and even the entire county gradually eased. However, a big tree attracts the wind. Liu Batian, a tyrant in the neighboring county, heard about this and had evil intentions. One night, he broke into Wangjia Village with a group of thugs to rob the "secret technique" and food. Wang Ming was prepared. He asked the villagers to hide in the cellar, and he planted a large area of ​​thorny vines in the system space. When Liu Batian and others broke into the backyard, dense vines suddenly emerged from the ground and entangled them so that they could not move. "You...you are using witchcraft!" Liu Batian shouted in horror. Wang Ming sneered and said, "This is the art of immortals. How can you mortals understand it?" He asked the villagers to tie up Liu Batian and others and send them to the county government. When Li Changgeng learned about this, he was furious and severely punished Liu Batian. After this incident, no one dared to attack Wang Ming again. As time went by, the drought finally ended, and Wang Ming's "secret art" of planting spread throughout the Daqian Dynasty. Not only did he help the people survive the famine, he was also named "Doctor of Agronomy" by the emperor and was responsible for promoting advanced planting techniques. In the process, Wang Ming also gained love. Li Xiuer, the daughter of Li Changgeng, was attracted by Wang Ming's wisdom and kindness since she first met him. The two fell in love and finally got married. After marriage, Wang Ming continued to study planting techniques and used system space to continuously cultivate new crop varieties.

War

In 1937 in Shanghai, the plane trees on Xiafei Road shivered in the autumn wind. Song Zhixia stood on the balcony of her own western-style building, looking at the hurried pedestrians on the street, and the silk fabric of her cheongsam fluttered gently in the evening breeze. She was the daughter of the Song Cotton Mill. She grew up in a privileged environment, but she always felt that life was like a photo framed in an exquisite frame, lacking a bit of freshness. On this day, my father brought a young man home. "Zhixia, this is Shen Yanzhi, who just graduated from Yenching University and came to our factory to help manage the accounts." My father introduced. Zhixia looked up and saw Shen Yanzhi wearing a dark blue gown and round-framed glasses. His eyes were clear and firm, completely different from the young men who were circling around her. In the days that followed, Shen Yanzhi often came to the house to report on his work. He could always explain the complex accounts clearly and thoroughly in concise and clear language, and occasionally shared with Zhixia the progressive books he read in college. Zhixia was deeply attracted by the new world he described, and the two often chatted in the study for an entire afternoon. However, the peaceful life was soon broken. The Japanese artillery fire began to rage in Shanghai, and the Song's Cotton Mill was also in danger of being occupied by the Japanese army. Shen Yanzhi actively participated in underground anti-Japanese activities and secretly transported supplies for the anti-Japanese team. After Zhixia learned about it, she hid it from her father and used her identity and connections to secretly assist Shen Yanzhi. Once, on the way to transport supplies, they were interrogated by the Japanese army. Shen Yanzhi protected Zhixia behind him, with determination in his eyes. At the critical moment, Zhixia had an idea, took out her father's business card, and lied in fluent Japanese that she was the daughter of a Japanese businessman and was going to send comfort supplies to the soldiers on the front line. Seeing that she was elegant and had a token, the Japanese army let them go. After this thrilling experience, the relationship between the two became deeper. But Zhixia's father firmly opposed them being together. In his opinion, although Shen Yanzhi was talented, he was from a poor family and was engaged in dangerous anti-Japanese activities all day long. He was not worthy of his daughter at all. He began to arrange blind dates for Zhixia, hoping that she could marry a wealthy businessman who was well matched. Zhixia fell into a painful choice. On one side was her father's expectations and family pressure, and on the other side was her sincere feelings with Shen Yanzhi. Shen Yanzhi saw her embarrassment, silently hid his love for her in his heart, and focused more on anti-Japanese work. After the fall of Shanghai, Shen Yanzhi received a task to go to Chongqing to continue anti-Japanese activities. Before leaving, he found Zhixia and handed her a jade pendant engraved with her name: "When the war is over, I will definitely come back to marry you." Zhixia burst into tears, holding the jade pendant tightly, but couldn't say a word. After Shen Yanzhi left, Zhixia's father was seriously ill. For the family business, she had to obey her father's arrangement and get engaged to the son of a wealthy businessman. But she always had Shen Yanzhi in her heart, and she was looking forward to the end of the war and his safe return every day. In Chongqing, Shen Yanzhi experienced countless life and death tests. He shuttled through the rain of bullets, delivering intelligence and transporting supplies for the anti-Japanese team. Whenever it was late at night, he would take out the photos of Zhixia that he had collected closely, and his thoughts surged into his heart like a tide. When the news of the victory of the Anti-Japanese War came, Shen Yanzhi couldn't wait to return to Shanghai. However, when he came to Song's house, he learned that Zhixia was already married. He stood on Xiafei Road in a daze, looking at the streets he had walked with Zhixia, and his eyes were blurred with tears. Many years later, Shen Yanzhi learned by chance that Zhixia's husband died of illness shortly after marriage, and she had been guarding the Song family and had not remarried. He plucked up the courage to see Zhixia again. At this time, although Zhixia's face was no longer young, her eyes were still gentle. The two sat in the study room they used to be in, speechless. Finally, Shen Yanzhi took out the jade pendant from his arms and gently placed it on Zhixia's hand: "I have been carrying it all these years." Zhixia held the jade pendant tightly with trembling hands, and tears dripped on it: "I have been waiting for you too." After experiencing the baptism of war and the passing of time, Shen Yanzhi and Zhixia finally got together. They walked through the rest of their lives hand in hand, interpreting the true feelings in troubled times with their plain and firm love. Whenever the sun sets, they sit on the balcony, looking at the city of Shanghai, recalling every bit of the war years, and are glad that fate finally reunited them.

Bloody Dawn

In late autumn of 1948, the cold wind whistled over the Huaihai Plain, carrying yellow sand. The soldiers of the second company huddled in the trenches, their lips frozen purple and breathing out white mist from time to time. The soil at the edge of the trenches had long been stained dark red by blood. Company commander Chen Huaide held the telescope tightly, his eyes fixed on the enemy position in front of him, where the machine gun muzzle of the bunker was spewing deadly flames, like a steel monster that was choosing its prey. "Communicator! Pass the order down, the third platoon is ready to launch a charge!" Chen Huaide shouted in a hoarse voice. Before he finished speaking, a shell exploded not far away, and the air wave overturned the bunker next to it. The new recruit Xiao Li was hit by the rubble and fell in a pool of blood. Medical worker Wang Xiulan rushed over in the rain of bullets, but found that Xiao Li's chest wound was gushing with blood, and his eyes had lost their luster.