Chapter 423: Running Home

At the Bingcheng Railway Station, Han Li went directly to the ticket office to buy a ticket after getting off the train. Not long after, he boarded the train to QQHE.

At a certain place during the journey, Han Li unexpectedly found a document that was destroyed by satisfaction. It said "Golden Horse Plan".

The virus used is called "Yaws", which is a new virus developed by the Japanese army based on many sexually transmitted diseases such as MD and L disease.

This is the birth of the "Golden Horse Plan". This yaws disease is highly contagious and can be spread in the air.

The infected person will die painfully in about a week, and the virus can continue to multiply and spread in the corpse.

The conditions at that time were backward, and getting too close to the enemy would be life-threatening. So for their own safety, the Japanese army injected many female natives on the Pacific Islands with yaws virus and expelled them to the vicinity of the US army, so as to.

Next is Dun H. Han Li's most harvested here is mustard gas and Louise gas, known as the "dew of death".

J'an mainly has various shells and mustard gas that has been made into shells.

These things are not too old, most of them only have some rust on them, and a few are more rusty. No matter what the situation is, they will not change in Han Li's decomposition space, so it is more suitable to return them to their original owners.

Han Li came to the last stop of this trip today, Ha EBL, which is also the place described in the letter where the most ammunition, gas bombs, and bacterial bombs are hidden.

(Please search for the relevant functions of these things by yourself, Mao Sui will not use numbers here.)

However, the burial site here is different from other places. It is in the ravine, and this is a branch of Changbai Mountain extending to the northeast. The most lacking is various heads and ravines. It takes a little effort to find it quickly.

Don't even think about asking openly. If Han Li dares to do so, he will be arrested and questioned even if he has all the letters of introduction and documents on him.

Moreover, in this era, rushing on the road is a kind of suffering. Han Li feels a little exhausted physically and mentally at the moment after days of intense running.

So Han Li plans to take a short break, experience the characteristics of the local ethnic minorities, and see if he can hear any information about this.

The houses here all looked relatively low, and Han Li had no chance to go in and see what was going on inside, but he didn't feel cramped because he was staying in a two-story building in a public guesthouse.

As for meals, Han Li chose to eat the famous cold noodles in the guesthouse for his first meal because it was late.

But after eating, he felt that it was very ordinary. It was not as delicious as the sesame paste and cucumber noodles in Shanghe Village, nor as delicious as the fried noodles made by Yun Jingjing.

The cold noodles were served with the very famous local Jimuqi (spicy cabbage). Maybe it was because everyone has their own preferences for radishes and cabbages. Han Li's was not as delicious as the pickled cabbage in Shanghe Village, nor as delicious as the spicy cabbage pickled by Qi Zhaodi. It could only be said to be average.

The next day, in order to get information, Han Li chose to walk into a state-owned restaurant at the busiest time at noon.

At this time, it was the same everywhere. When you enter a state-owned restaurant, you should first look at the menu on the wall.

Han Li saw the list of today's offerings: rice sausage, eight-treasure dishes, jiangmuer (large pickled vegetable soup), silver carp soup, water tofu, etc.

Han Li, of course, picked up the ones he had never eaten before, and ordered a rice sausage, an eight-treasure dish, a water tofu, and a bowl of rice.

Although there were two more dishes that he hadn't ordered, it would be too conspicuous if he ordered them today.

When the waiter called out the number, Han Li took the rice sausage and took a bite before he realized that it was made of rice flour.

However, it tasted good with the salty and fragrant taste, and it tasted great with the special dipping sauce.

The eight-treasure dishes are the Northeastern big stew, the mixed dishes of the capital, the maocai stew of Sichuan Province, the pickled pork stew of Shanghai, and the Datong stew.

However, the eight-treasure dishes are more vegetarian, and they contain mung bean sprouts, soybean sprouts, water tofu, vermicelli, platycodon, bracken, mushrooms, etc.

The water tofu here is very well made, softer and more tender than the tofu in Shanghe Village, and tastes better.

Han Li was paying attention to the surroundings while eating, and soon he saw what the so-called Jiangmuer dish was on the table next to him.

Since Han Li couldn't stretch his head to look carefully, he also saw that there were cabbages, Daxing vegetables, seaweed, etc.

Speaking of Jiangmuer, it is also a mixed stew, but there is a lot of sauce in it, and the color is very dark.

Han Li finished his meal slowly, and didn't hear any useful news during the period.

He got up and started to wander around in this county town. It may be a minority, or there may be a train station here.

There is actually a non-staple food store in this county town, and there are actually rice cakes being made at the door, and there are several people watching around.

Han Li thought that rice cakes are also one of the local specialties, so he planned to buy some to try. If the taste is really good, he plans to buy some back as a gift for his wives.

Rice cakes are steamed glutinous rice placed in a stone trough and repeatedly beaten with a wooden mallet to make it more glutinous and chewy.

Han Li went forward and asked, and it turned out that people found two flavors of rice cake, sweet and salty, with many different fillings such as sticky beans, mung beans, pine nuts, red dates, sesame seeds, etc.

Maybe because Han Li was tall and handsome and was from another place, the salesperson reminded him softly that no matter what kind of rice cake you eat, you must eat it with bean flour to taste the most authentic.

Han Li bought a piece and tasted it. It was really good, sweet, delicious and very chewy, so he bought some more to take home for his wife.

Coming out of the grocery store, Han Li watched the man at the door still pounding glutinous rice with a wooden mallet. The people around him were watching and chatting. Han Li actually learned the location of the valley from them.

(The reason is very simple. This has to start from the 1950s, but I won’t describe the details because it can’t be found on the Internet. Mao Sui wouldn’t know it if he hadn’t consulted an old county annals.)

After getting the news, Han Li wanted to go directly to that place.

But seeing that it was already past half of the afternoon, he could only suppress his temper and wait until tomorrow to set off.

With the exact news, Han Li chose to eat in the guesthouse at night. , There are local food pancakes here today.

This pancake is similar to the dumplings we often eat, but it is made of rice flour, and the filling is made of sesame, dates, and sugar. In the end, it is not boiled in water, but steamed on pine leaves.

However, just as Han Li was eating this pancake that looked like neither mooncake nor dumpling, there was a shouting and cursing from the table next to him.

After Han Li understood, he was already smiling in his heart, because the country had already taken action.

(Time, a full house of red and purple, gunfire and rain of bullets, I won’t say more, you guys understand it yourself)

Han Li quickly finished the pancake in the bowl, and after cursing with everyone for a while, he went back to his room to rest.

The next morning, Han Li checked out of the room. He wandered around in this mountain valley for three days.

He harvested nearly one million pieces of various biological and chemical ammunition, which made Han Li more determined to travel to Japan in the future.

Han Li took another two days of trains, and he once again set foot on the land of Bingcheng.

The train home was not until midnight, so Han Li took advantage of this free time to treat his pen pal Fu Weihong, who worked at the Bingcheng Post and Telecommunications Bureau, to a meal.

When Fu Weihong saw Han Li, she was very surprised. Even though they had only met once, she recognized her pen pal at a glance.

The two talked about many topics during the meal. How should I put it? The two got along very well, but that was just limited to getting along. Don't think too much, guys.

Finally, Fu Weihong rode a bicycle to send Han Li to the train station and bought him some black bread and red sausage for him to eat on the way.

However, since his departure time was almost midnight, Han Li asked the other party to go back after arriving at the train station.

Clang, clang..

Han Li left Bingcheng, then changed to a car and a horse carriage, and staggered back to Shanghe Village all the way.

After getting off the car at the entrance of the village, Han Li looked at the small village in front of him in the afterglow of the sunset. Whether it was the sunset glow, the smoke from cooking, or the noise of children playing, all of these made him feel warm in his heart.

"Brother Han, you're back..."

"Brother Han, you've been out for a long time this time. Can you tell us what fun things are out there?"

"Brother Han."