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

Chapter 1025

Han Dagang has been attending literacy classes for some time and has learned dozens of words.

At first, I felt flustered and confused. When I was writing, it seemed as if my hands were not my own.

But now I found it a bit interesting. When I walked on the street, I couldn't help but silently recite the words on the shop signs like a child who had just entered school. When I came across something I couldn't understand, I thought about writing it down and asking the teacher when I got back.

He has to learn to read at night and work during the day, so it is inevitable that he is more tired than before, but Han Dagang is full of energy.

The team leader of the workers' defense team has told him that if he can learn to read and is no longer blind, he may be assigned to operate machines in a factory in the future!

By then, he will be respectfully addressed as "Master Han"!

I left home and went to various food stalls near the pier. I bought two fried cakes, ordered a pancake, and rolled two large fried red fruits.

High in oil, sugar, and carbohydrates, it brings great satisfaction and sets the stage for a day's work.

"Old Han! Old Han!"

Just as he was about to enter the dock work area, he suddenly heard someone shouting. Han Dagang turned around and saw that it was the team leader.

"Captain, what's the matter?"

"Old Han, come here for a moment, I have something to tell you!"

Han Dagang followed the team leader to the work area in the north.

Although it is called a work area, the conditions are rather simple. There is a wooden house with a table, a bottle of ink, a dip pen, and a stack of paper. That is the team leader's office.

Although the team leader is full-time, he has a lot of work to do. When there are a lot of materials that need to be transported, he also has to lend a hand, so he spends very little time in the office.

"Old Han, sit down. I won't pour you any water. This place..."

The team leader smiled embarrassedly. He only had a large glass jar and usually had to go to the boiler room outside the cafeteria to get water.

"Captain, you're welcome. What are your plans?"

"Old Han, you've done very well in the literacy class, and the higher-ups have noticed. Also, you're older and more mature, so we have an important mission for you. You have to follow us to Bazhou..."

"Bazhou!?"

Han Dagang was a little surprised.

Is there a wharf in Bazhou?

Could it be a dry dock or some cargo yard?

"Captain, I don't have a wife or children, so it's convenient for me to go anywhere. Since the higher-ups have arranged it, I'll go!"

"Haha, Old Han, you misunderstood. I'm not transferring you over here. I'm sending you there temporarily to help out. I don't know if you've heard that many places have been affected by disasters..."

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That afternoon, the huge team set off.

These selected elite personnel were divided into three directions under the leadership of the members of the Coordination Bureau.

Go all the way south, towards the southwest big city and Qing County, and the other way is the road where Han Dagang is, heading towards Bazhou.

Sitting on the mule cart, Han Dagang was still a little confused.

The order from the higher-ups was to "identify the resistance elements hiding among the disaster victims and ensure that the overall public security situation in Tianjin is not affected."

But he was just a heavy-duty person who didn't know how to shoot or catch spies. What was the point of sending him there?

Also, these trucks are carrying food, right?

There are also armed auxiliary management team members in the team. If they want to identify the rebels, why are they transporting so much food?

On the way, Han Dagang chatted with the person next to him.

"Brother, what do you do?"

"I'm the cook in the construction site canteen."

"The cook? The cook is also identifying the rebels?"

The chef smiled mysteriously and said nothing more.

He came from the port construction site and knew more.

"Brother, you just mentioned the construction site canteen. Is that the one in the south?"

The cook coughed, sat up straight, and said proudly, "That's right! The port construction site!"

"I heard that over there..."

"Great! That's great!"

"Brother, I heard you're building a new dock. Once it's finished, can we work there too?"

The cook was beaming with joy. "Maybe! Maybe! If you go there, you'll have a life of luxury. Not only will you have good food, but you'll also get good wages! If you can make a special... yes, a special contribution! You can even build a house. Wow, a brick and tile house. Even the landlords back home can't live like this!"

Han Dagang smiled. Actually, his treatment was not bad. He had saved a lot of money after working for a year. He was hesitating whether to find a wife for him while he was still not too old, or just save the money and live one day at a time.

The cook got excited. "Let me tell you, let's not talk about anything else, just the food. We have enough food there, and we even have meat every other day. They say even a famine can't make a cook thin, but I used to be very thin. It's only in the past two years at the construction site that I've gained weight... Hey, don't get me wrong, I don't eat too much. The food on the construction site is good, and many people have gained weight!"

When he said that, Han Dagang couldn't help but touch his belly.

It seems like I have gained weight in the past year?

Thinking of this, he felt sorry for the two cakes, a big pancake and two fruits he had eaten in the morning. If he had known he didn't have to work today, he wouldn't have eaten so much!

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"Dad, I can't eat that much!"

Yang Zhenye took the last wild vegetable pancake, swallowed his saliva, and looked away, "Dad, I only ate half of it last night. It's not even noon yet. I'm not hungry."

When Yang Congxuan heard this, tears welled up in his eyes.

How many days have they been gone?

Yang Congxuan was already a little dazed.

All they remember is that after being driven off the bus, they followed the fleeing group all the way eastward.

On the third day, they no longer dared to take the main road - there were groups of young and hungry people on the road, blocking the way and searching bags. Anyone who still had food was searched by them.

This even resulted in a loss of life.

In the afternoon yesterday, Yang Congxuan saw someone cooking something in a pot, with the sound of something bubbling.

He decisively took his son to take the small road. As a man who had received a few years of education and had rebuilt his family business several times in desperate situations, he always tried his best to avoid danger when faced with it, instead of being numb like most people.

"Son, eat! Dad knows you're sensible. We shouldn't be far from Tianjin now. Eat something so you have the strength to walk there. Otherwise, Dad won't be able to carry you!"

Before he could finish his words, Yang Congxuan felt a sharp pain in his stomach, and then he became dizzy.

After sitting on the ground for a long time, Yang Congxuan opened the bag on his back, took out a dagger, and put it on his son's waist.

"Son, if I can't get there, keep this knife and head east. If anyone dares to attack you, don't be afraid. Run away when the opportunity arises. Run east. Son, what did I teach you?"

"Be bold and thoughtful!"

Yang Congxuan smiled with relief.

After their son finished eating the bread, the two of them set off again.

Not long after he walked, Yang Congxuan fell down.

Son, you must live!

The last thought flashed through his mind, and Yang Congxuan lost consciousness.