Traveling through 1942 with space

Chapter 242: Fellow Villagers Meet Fellow Villagers 2 Tears in the Eyes

"What are you doing, you jerk?" The proprietress came over with some noodle soup and scolded Boss He.

"We are talking to the freshmen about how we are fighting the Japanese in our country. Don't interrupt." Boss He waved his hand and asked his wife to leave.

"Wait until I finish cooking, then I'll come over to listen. I haven't heard from you in a long time." The proprietress said reluctantly.

After the boss lady left, Huang Jiasheng told the reason. It turned out that the youngest son of Boss He came to Chinatown to enlist in the US at the beginning of the year and joined the navy.

Hou Xiaoge couldn't help but admire Boss He. Being able to send his 19-year-old son to fight the Japanese was also an alternative way of supporting the War of Resistance.

Thinking of his original father who was also captured as a soldier to fight the Japanese, and not knowing whether he was alive or dead now, he felt sad for a moment and clinked his wine glass with the two men.

After the proprietress finished cooking, there were six dishes on the table. Hou Xiaoge said that there were too many for her to finish, so she asked everyone not to waste food, eat together, and then chat.

People in Guangdong Province have always been frugal, so they naturally agreed. The meal lasted for two hours as Hou Xiaoge explained domestic affairs to a few people, and it ended only when a few guests came.

After the meal, Hou Xiaoge naturally paid the money, but the two bosses refused to accept it.

They said Hou Xiaoge had just come from China and was not well off financially, and Hou Xiaoge had told them the news from his hometown, so a meal was nothing.

Seeing this, Hou Xiaoge decided not to force it, as this would easily hurt their feelings.

Because Hou Xiaoge had just arrived in Chinatown, he was worried that his fellow countrymen and younger generations would shoot him, and he was also rather secretive about his origins, so he never told anyone.

A few people guessed that Hou Xiaoge might have some unspeakable secrets, but they were reluctant to ask.

After all, at that time most Chinese people came here illegally or were sold, and Hou Xiaoge looked like he was an illegal immigrant.

Before cooking, the boss lady said that if Hou Xiaoge had no place to live, she could stay with them temporarily. If she didn't have a job, she could stay with them temporarily and work.

The boss He Youde was afraid that Hou Xiaoge would feel burdened, so he took Hou Xiaoge to visit the attic on the rooftop of their hotel, saying that it was empty and she could live there.

Although the accent was Cantonese, Hou Xiaoge felt the sincerity of her compatriots and was happy about the unity and enthusiasm of her compatriots going abroad in this era.

"Brother He, I'm sorry! I just arrived here and I'm not familiar with this place. I'm also quite cautious. Actually, I came here through the formal channels.

This time, our company wants to set up an American branch in the United States, and I came here to paved the way." Hou Xiaoge said, blushing and scratching his head.

"Wow! Freshman, are you here through formal channels, or are you here to set up a company?" Huang Jiasheng and He Youde were surprised.

"That's right!" Hou Xiaoge took out his passport with a smile, and then made up a story about his origins to the two of them.

The two took the passports and saw that they were indeed here for business activities.

"Freshman, I'm so sorry! I didn't expect you to be the big boss." The two said with some embarrassment.

"Whoa!"

"You two are too polite. I am just a general manager of a branch company and at most a shareholder." Hou Xiaoge said with a smile and waved his hand.

"New student, can I ask what your company does for business?

You just came here and don't know the situation here. Because of the law, it is very difficult for Chinese people to do business here. "He Youde is also a small businessman himself, so he naturally understands whether it is easy to do business here, and he said directly.

"Brother He, I learned a little when I came here. They are planning to acquire a pharmaceutical factory and a farm." This is not a secret, Hou Xiaoge said directly.

"It's really a big business. A pharmaceutical factory costs a lot of money, and there is also a farm." The two men were shocked.

"Xiansheng, this farm is okay, but the pharmaceutical factory is very treacherous. I advise you to think twice before doing anything." He Youde said with a taboo look on his face.

"It's okay, it's just a small pharmaceutical factory." Hou Xiaoge naturally couldn't say it clearly, after all, they just got to know each other.

Because lunch time was approaching, the proprietress was overwhelmed and shouting from the basement.

Hou Xiaoge and He Youde agreed to sit back when they were free, so they followed Huang Jiasheng out of Heji Restaurant.

"Brother Asheng, are there still many of our clansmen building the railway now?" Hou Xiaoge asked Huang Jiasheng who was pulling the cart.

"It must be more, of course. More than 50% of the laborers building the railway are from our clansmen." Huang Jiasheng said in a muffled voice, perhaps recalling bad things in the past.

"Brother Asheng, have you joined a gang now?" Hou Xiaoge asked, changing the subject.

“Yes, of course it’s Hongmen, but I’m not a formal disciple.

Most of the laborers in Chinatown are gang members, but there are very few formal ones. After all, everyone needs to unite, otherwise they will be easily bullied by foreigners. "Huang Jiasheng said.

"Brother Jiasheng, I need help here, can you help?" Hou Xiaoge said directly.

"Xinsheng, I have a wife and five children to support. If I don't pull the cart, I won't have food to eat. I'm afraid I can't help you." Huang Jiasheng stopped the car and looked at Hou Xiaoge in embarrassment.

"Brother Jiasheng, we just met. I understand. Let's talk about it in a few days after my company is established." Hou Xiaoge also knew the other party's dilemma.

"Oh! Sorry for being a freshman." Huang Jiasheng sighed.

Hou Xiaoge understood this situation very well. Adult men have no freedom and are slaves to life.

However, Hou Xiaoge was not in a hurry. The other party had a family and children, and even asked for forgiveness for pulling the cart, which proved that he was a good person. Such a person was the first choice to become a disciple of the Yanhuang League.

I will hire his car for the next few days, so that we can have more interactions and see my superpowers. Then he will be able to easily control me.

"Oh my god! I've met a real fellow countryman now." Hou Xiaoge was excited when he saw the sign of Qin Sheng Noodles not far away, with the word Chunhua under the plaque.

Although Hou Xiaoge was not from Chunhua in his previous life, they were neighboring counties! If this wasn't fellow villagers, then what was this?

Looking at the words "Qin Sheng Fried Noodles" at this moment, Hou Xiaoge felt very familiar. This can be regarded as one of the four great joys in life!

"Xiansheng, this is a noodle shop in Qin Province, and there is a beef noodle shop in front.

I have a southern stomach and I am not used to these noodles. Besides, eating out is expensive, so I am not familiar with the bosses of these two restaurants. "Huang Jiasheng said embarrassedly.

"Brother Jiasheng, park the car and let's go in together. I'll be in Chinatown these few days, and you can come with me to go shopping and eat." Hou Xiaoge said to Huang Jiasheng.

Huang Jiasheng declined several times, but when Hou Xiaoge said that if he didn't go in and sat outside, he wouldn't consider him a friend, he nodded in agreement.

"Boss, give me a bowl of spicy soup noodles. Let me taste it and see if your noodles are decent." Hou Xiaoge shouted loudly after entering the store.

People from Qin province do not speak like people from Guangdong province, who either speak softly or yell.

It was dinner time and the small restaurant was full of people eating. When they heard Hou Xiaoge's loud shout, they all turned their heads to look over.

Hou Xiaoge was not embarrassed either. People from Qin Province were used to being noticed for making loud noises when they went out.

"You are from Ada (where), your hometown, how come you can speak our Chunhua dialect?" The boss was serving the meal and he became enthusiastic when he saw Hou Xiaoge.

"I'm from Liquan County. When I came to Chinatown, I heard there was a noodle shop, so I came to taste the flavor of my hometown." Hou Xiaoge said with a smile.

(Let me say this! The author is not from the county above. If I tell you that it is not well written, you will be sending dead rats.)

"Oh my god, we're really our neighbors now. Come, sit down, I'll cook for you." The boss looked delighted, and quickly invited Hou Xiaoge into the first small room inside, and went to the stove himself.

They are all from the same hometown, so the boss didn’t ask Hou Xiaoge what to say, so he naturally knew what to serve.

After a while, the boss brought out two large bowls of spicy soup noodles, a plate of cut pot cakes, and spicy sauce for steamed buns.

"Brother, you eat first. I'll make you a bowl of臊子面." The boss in his forties said happily.

"Brother, I'm free too. It's time for dinner now. You can greet the guests first and chat when you're not busy," Hou Xiaoge said politely.

"Okay, then you eat first, brother. We'll talk about it if you're not satisfied." The boss walked out in a hurry.

After a hearty meal of hometown delicacies, Hou Xiaoge felt temporarily relieved of his homesickness.

More than an hour later, when lunchtime was over and most people had left, the boss finally came in with a smile.

"Hey, are you done eating? If you're not ready, I'll get you something else." The boss asked, handing him a cigarette.

"Brother, the food is delicious. The臊子面 tastes just like home." Hou Xiaoge took the cigarette and said with a smile.

Then, the two of them started chatting together.

Huang Jiasheng, who was standing nearby, couldn't understand the Qin dialect, so he ate a bowl of spicy noodles that made him sweat. He was slurping the noodle soup to relieve the spiciness.

After some understanding, I found out that the boss was also a captured immigrant in the early Republic of China. He first worked on building railways and then followed the Chinese to pan for gold in California.

When he got older, he married a woman from Hubei. They had a child and after obtaining American citizenship, he settled down and opened a noodle restaurant in Chinatown.

As for the nearby beef noodle restaurant, it was opened by a person from Gansu. There are very few people from the Northwest near Chinatown, so everyone has a hometown association and the bosses all know each other.

Most people in the northwest are honest. To be honest, you can tell whether a person is good or bad by looking at his appearance.

The boss Zhang Juncai is a down-to-earth man. He has been in America for nearly 30 years. He finally met a real fellow countryman. He held Hou Xiaoge's hand and talked non-stop.

When Zhang Juncai talked about his hometown, he couldn't help but shed tears of regret, saying that he felt sorry for his mother and father.

Zhang Juncai was young at that time and didn't listen to his mother. He insisted on going out to explore the world.

One night, he stole a dozen dollars from his family as a gift for his marriage proposal and agreed to go to Guangzhou to earn money with a few fellow villagers. Unexpectedly, they were deceived by the factory owner as soon as they arrived and were sold to America.

After arriving in America, because the people of Qin Province were rather stupid, several of his fellow countrymen who tried to escape were beaten to death or disappeared, and he was the only one who survived.

He is now 45 years old and has been out for 28 years. He doesn't know how his mother is doing at home, or whether his father has been mad at him to death.

When talking about the stolen money, he burst into tears and wailed.

Hou Xiaoge never expected that this brother was so awesome that he dared to steal the wedding money to work hard in the feudal society of the early Republic of China.

But I also felt sad when I heard this. How many 28 years does a person have these days? Often, they don't even live to see two.

"Brother, I will return to China in a while, and then I can help you go back to see your family." Hou Xiaoge advised.

"real!"

"What?"

This time, not only Zhang Juncai was stunned, but even Huang Jiasheng understood it.