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

Chapter 1027 Disaster (5)

"At the beginning of man's life, his nature is good..."

Yang Congxuan drowsily recalled the time when he was studying in a private school.

Later, the imperial examination system was abolished and the wealthy families in the village were unwilling to fund the school. The old scholar had no food or clothing and had to leave his hometown.

Yang Congxuan still remembers what the old scholar said before he left.

"Congxuan, studying is for fame, but it's not for fame. Studying is to live clearly and well..."

Yang Congxuan still doesn't understand what it means to live a clear and present life.

A warm current rushed into his chest and abdomen, and Yang Congxuan tried to struggle to wake up.

"Dad! Dad?"

"father!"

Yang Congxuan opened his eyes and saw his son in front of him. He burst into tears, "My son, you are finally going to die..."

Seeing his father wake up, Yang Zhenye was relieved. He picked up his bowl of porridge and drank it in big gulps while saying, "Dad, what are you talking about? We've reached Jinmen, we've reached it! That person was right. There really is a way to survive in Jinmen. This porridge is even better than what I had at home!"

Yang Congxuan smacked his lips and it seemed to taste really good.

He looked around and saw soldiers armed with guns, a row of big stoves, a long fence, and disaster victims queuing up to register.

"Dad, the official said we still have to register later. We just need to tell them our names and where we're from, and then they'll find us a place to stay. As long as we're willing to work, we'll have food to eat. I think with the two of us, we might be able to do more work than others, and we'll get more food in return..."

Yang Congxuan looked at him for a long time and did not respond to his son's words.

He saw the bloodstains on his son's shoulder and asked, "How did this happen?"

Yang Zhenye smiled proudly, "Dad, you fainted from hunger, so I picked up some branches, tied them together into a sled, cut the bag into strips, and pulled you east. But the road was hard to walk on, and I was too weak, so the sled broke after grinding on and on."

Yang Congxuan didn't know what to say.

Yang Zhenye said cunningly: "Dad, it's good to be worn out. Didn't you give me a small knife? I dipped the blood from my shoulder and smeared it on the small knife. No one dared to come to me along the way!"

Yang Congxuan sat up and said, "Son, you are great. Dad used to make a living for you, and now you see that there is a way to make a living. Dad can't delay you and bury you. Dad has to find a way out for you!"

He struggled to stand up, looked around, straightened his clothes as best he could, shook off the leaves and branches, and walked to the registration shed.

He bowed and said, "Sir, I am Yang Congxuan, a native of Ji County. I have studied for a few years and can write a few words. I will never forget the kindness you have shown me in saving my life. I wonder if there is anything I can do to help you, so that I can repay you."

The clerk looked at him and handed him a brush. "Write a few words."

Yang Congxuan just wrote a few words.

The clerk went to discuss with the officer of the Auxiliary Management Bureau. The officer came over, looked at Yang Congxuan, and then looked at Yang Zhenye who was drinking porridge in the distance.

"Is that your son?"

Yang Congxuan smiled, "Yes!"

"You stay here and help with the registration. We'll be staying here for a while. You can live in the shack first, and I'll accommodate you and your son later."

"Everything is at your disposal, sir. May I ask which department your unit belongs to? This will also allow us to know the identity of our benefactor."

The officer straightened his back and said, "We are from the Tianjin Coordination Bureau, under the jurisdiction of Master Lin!"

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"Who's in charge? Jinling? When did it become Jinling's turn to take charge of North China's affairs?"

Peking, Administrative Committee Building.

Wang Mengqun is losing his temper.

Just today, the Nanjing Reform Government sent a telegram, along with an order from the Japanese Minister of Greater East Asia. The telegram said that in order to promote the integration of material control, Nanjing would take the lead in establishing a special committee for material control, which would be composed of several branches. At the same time, because some areas in North China were severely affected by the disaster, if the victims were not controlled, it would inevitably be detrimental to the security of the entire region. Therefore, the special committee for material control would also be responsible for disaster relief work.

Wang Mengqun doesn't care about the victims. There are so many places suffering from disasters. Do we have to save all of them?

Who has the ability to save us?

Having no food to eat only means having a bad fate. Even if the victims gather together in the end, we can just send puppet troops to disperse them. Can a peasant like you really become something powerful?

The victims are not important, power is important. He finally became the chairman of the management committee, and now Jinling is trying to get his hands on him. How can he accept that?

But Jinling brought up the order of the Japanese Minister of Greater East Asia, which made Wang Mengqun very wary.

After much deliberation, Wang Mengqun slammed the table and said, "Coordinate the train station. I want to go to Tianjin!"

Tianjin, Military Police Headquarters, Lin Ze Office.

Lin Ze stood by the window, wearing a Western casual suit with a well-cut jacket and a clear waistline.

The trousers are slim and fall naturally, with crisp seams, and the black leather shoes are shiny and reflective.

If you don't tell people that this is the powerful emperor of Tianjin, others might think he is some young master.

But as soon as Lin Ze opened his mouth, his aura suddenly changed, and the implication that he was in a high position and held power was revealed.

"How is the situation now?"

Even though Niu San'er had been with Lin Ze for a long time, he couldn't help but feel a little pressure. He said seriously, "Right now, the western route is still receiving the most victims, because many of them walked along the Pinghan Line. Some jumped on the train, and some walked completely. Those who have arrived in the Bazhou area are the first batch. Most of them jumped on the train on the Pinghan Line, passed the Baocheng area, and were driven off, and then walked towards us. Currently, the food supply is sufficient, and the consumption rate is about the same as we expected. But I suggest that the standard of porridge can be slightly lowered later. The food provided now is still... too good."

Niu Saner was telling the truth, so Lin Ze followed his advice.

In the past, he thought that the standard of porridge nowadays was already very low. It was basically all grains with some vegetable leaves. The only luxury was a spoonful of lard.

But people at that time thought, what? There are some fine grains in the whole grains, not only fine grains, but also lard! ?

Such meals may lead some disaster victims to misjudge that Tianjin is rich and powerful and has no shortage of food and non-staple foods.

This is not a good trend.

"In that case, then don't give them fine grains. Just enough to keep them alive. But don't reduce the salt and oil levels, otherwise they won't be able to reach the resettlement site."

"Yes. In addition, the port construction sites and major factories have already made plans to accept them. If they are young and strong, they can start working after a simple training. The problem now is the elderly and children."

"Regarding the children, if there are adults around, they should stay with them. If there are no adults, they should be placed together. Since you have experience in this matter, you will be responsible for it yourself."

Niu Saner smiled. He was an orphan and when he was in Peking, he took good care of the brothers around him.

"Master Lin, I estimate that there will be a lot of people. Should we set up a training class for reserve police officers, similar to what we did in Peking..."

Lin Ze nodded in agreement with the suggestion.