Spy Wars: I can get rewards by being a bully!

Chapter 1038 Cry, It'll Be Better Later

After rigorous screening, Yang Congxuan was temporarily appointed as an unofficial member of the temporary task force for combating resistance elements under the Auxiliary Management Bureau.

He was given two sets of clothes and a pair of shoes, which Yang Congxuan cherished. Every night when he went to sleep, he would tuck his pants under his pillow to make sure the seams were perfectly aligned and the pants hung straight and tall.

Next, Yang Congxuan was assigned to the port construction site to assist the site in receiving young and middle-aged disaster victims and to do some registration, resettlement and simple management work.

“Zhenye, you must study hard at school. I thought we, father and son, would die on the road, but now we have food to eat, work to do, and you can even study. We should repay even the smallest kindness with the greatest gratitude. If you study hard, you can work for Master Lin in the future.”

Yang Congxuan checked his son's shoulder wound, then put a coat on him and gave him instructions again and again.

"Dad, don't look anymore. My shoulder is fine. Didn't we already have the doctor at the construction site check it up? He said it's nothing. Of course I'll study hard. You can teach me again when you get back tonight, and then there won't be any problems."

Yang Congxuan laughed and said, "One minute it's 'me,' the next it's 'my.' From now on, don't say 'me,' just say 'I.'"

"Dad, are you afraid the students at school will bully newcomers? If anyone dares to bully me, I'll beat them to a pulp!" Yang Zhenye said, waving his fist as he spoke.

Yang Congxuan rubbed his son's head, "If you dare to fight, I'll beat you. If anything happens, you should tell the master..."

After saying that, he added, "If someone hits you, you can fight back, but don't hurt them."

Watching his son head towards the school, Yang Congxuan picked up a cloth bag and hurried towards the disaster relief site. He figured there would be more disaster victims arriving today, so he would be quite busy.

When he arrived, several site managers were already busy at work. Yang Congxuan quickly greeted them, then took a rag to wipe the temporary desk that had been moved there, and went to fetch two buckets of hot water.

An older man who looked like a leader said gently, "Congxuan, there's no need to rush. We all know your son is still injured."

Yang Congxuan took the man's enamel mug and poured him a glass of water. "Captain Yan, my son went to school today. I must thank you for finding him the doctor."

Captain Yan accepted the teacup with both hands. "Don't be shy, don't be shy. The hospital on the construction site is free. It was set up by Master Lin himself. If you have a headache or fever in the future, just go there. Don't try to tough it out."

Yang Congxuan felt a warmth in his heart.

To the people at the construction site, Yang Congxuan was a mystery. It was said that he was originally a refugee who had fled famine, but somehow he ended up wearing the uniform of the auxiliary management bureau and came to the construction site to help.

The auxiliary management bureau...

Words like "Imperial Guard" and "Flying Guillotine" inevitably popped into everyone's minds.

However, this person was quite polite, which made everyone feel good about him.

Just then, the first batch of disaster victims arrived, brought by the management bureau.

Those who come to the port construction site are all the best of the best. This batch consists of more than a dozen young and strong men. Although they look pale, you can tell that they are very strong. Once they have rested for a while and get the hang of the work, they will be excellent laborers.

If you give them guns and provide them with some training, they would be a very good fighting force...

"Old Yang! I've delivered the person. How's your work going here?"

The officer from the auxiliary management bureau leading the team greeted Yang Congxuan.

Yang Congxuan quickly replied, "I'm adapting very well. Captain Yan and the others have been taking good care of me."

"That's good, that's good. I'll leave the person to you now. I have to go back. See you later!"

"See you later, and please be careful on your journey."

The people from the auxiliary management bureau left quickly, leaving behind a dozen or so men with bewildered yet hopeful eyes.

Harsh living conditions are a natural training, making people accustomed to preparing for the worst and not indulging in too much wishful thinking, because the more you think, the more disappointed you will be.

"Fellow villagers, please register separately here. Come, come to my table."

"What should I call you?"

"Wang Erwa".

"Where is home...?"

Registration was completed quickly, and Zhou Erwa and a few others followed Yang Congxuan.

"Fellow villagers, don't be afraid when you get here. Go take a shower first. The construction site has given you clothes. Then go to the resettlement point. After dinner, someone will arrange work for you. Oh, it's just work. Don't be afraid that you don't know how to do it. You'll get used to it gradually."

Several people were stunned.

"bath?"

Is there dinner left tonight?

They had already eaten a meal of vegetable porridge for lunch, and they really didn't expect that they could still have a meal without doing anything else.

Yang Congxuan smiled; he was also surprised when he first arrived.

"Yes, everyone here eats three meals a day. As for bathing, it's to prevent... what disease you might be spreading."

Zhou Erwa quickly said, "We're not sick, we're just hungry and don't look good. We don't need three meals a day, just two meals a day will do the trick. We can work!"

Yang Congxuan has answered this question many times: "I know you're not sick. If you were sick, you wouldn't have made it this far. Don't be afraid. I took a shower first when I got here. After walking all this way, it's good to take a shower, right?"

When they arrived at the bathhouse, the group was stunned.

From a modern perspective, this place was as rudimentary as it could be. Foreign engineers from the concession built a few houses, a boiler, and running water. There was no bathhouse, only rows of official roads.

But to Zhou Erwa, this was paradise on earth!

Yang Congxuan explained, "First, go to the small hut next door to get your hair cut, take off your clothes and put them in the basket on the east side. There are blue cloth clothes on the table against the wall on the west side. I'll get them for you later. Stand against the wall, put your feet on the pedal, and the water will come out. There's a white bucket on the shelf against the wall. Remember to sprinkle the powder inside on your body, rub it off, and then rinse it off."

On Tuesday, the kids blankly followed instructions.

There's nothing to be embarrassed about after getting a haircut and taking off your clothes.

They walked cautiously to the base of the wall, and no one dared to step on the pedal.

It was on Tuesday that the child mustered up the courage to stick out his foot.

The water flows down, and the temperature is set by the boiler room and cannot be adjusted.

Zhou Erwa screamed, then quieted down, letting the water hit her.

Then, unable to hold back his tears, two streams of hot tears welled up. After a while, he finally burst into tears. As soon as he cried, the men around him also cried, and the men burst into tears in the bathhouse.

Outside the door, Yang Congxuan sighed.

According to his observation, most of the disaster victims would burst into tears when they were brought to take a bath.

Yang Congxuan didn't know why they had to cry now of all times, instead of earlier or later.

But Yang Congxuan knew why they were crying.

They wept for the disaster, for their hometown, for their deceased relatives, and for the road they traveled when they fled the famine.

Yang Congxuan murmured, "Cry, cry, it will be alright in the future, everything will be alright in the future."