How come Liu Haizhong wants to exchange secret signals with everyone?
Could it be that he wants to take the opportunity to dig out the members of the Pear Blossom Association?
Bu Xiangdong had no idea.
He pulled out a scam story from the future.
Surprisingly, it made Liu Haizhong's imagination run wild.
“Do you think that person could be a spy? There have been quite a few captured over the years.”
The fat man chimed in, “I think it’s very possible. But the person seems a bit simple-minded.”
Hu Bayi nodded slightly, his expression serious as he said, “There might be spies active nearby. I think we should report it to the police.”
Bu Xiangdong's face twitched, “What if it’s just a lunatic? That would be a pointless hassle, and if we really get implicated, it won’t be a joke.”
Damn!
Damn!
Damn!
Things can’t really escalate into something serious, right?
What if Hu Bayi goes to report to the police, and they end up arresting Liu Haizhong?
Fortunately, he had disguised himself earlier and even used a voice changer.
Even if the police investigated, they probably wouldn’t trace it back to him.
No, wait! If this organization gets exposed, it could be quite useful for framing others.
Of course, it couldn't possibly be a real organization.
Bu Xiangdong could use the document-making equipment to create a fake organization certificate.
For example, Yi Zhonghai, for example, Liu Haizhong.
It would definitely lead to them being called in for questioning.
Just like the Plum Blossom Association, Bu Xiangdong suddenly thought of a wicked idea.
Meanwhile, Hu Bayi and Wang Kaixuan had become much more serious.
In this era, spy activities were still quite frequent.
“Everyone be careful. If anything is discovered tomorrow, we must report it to the police.”
This is a simple era, to be precise, an era of sincerity.
Bu Xiangdong, with his modern mindset, found it inappropriate to comment.
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Returning to the courtyard, several houses had lights on.
This indicated that quite a few people had gone out tonight.
With the year-end approaching, everyone wanted to visit the pigeon market.
To sell the tickets they had saved up.
Or to buy some scarce supplies in the black market.
Everyone had to live their own lives, and each had their own plans.
Bu Xiangdong returned home, boiled some hot water, and made a pack of instant noodles.
The rich aroma quickly made people start cursing.
“Damn it, what’s with eating instant noodles at this late hour?”
— A greeting from Comrade He Yuzhu.
“Bu Xiangdong, you’ve become more and more unreasonable lately.”
— An evaluation from Comrade Yi Zhonghai.
“Bastard, you’re just deliberately torturing me.”
— A grumble from the one-legged A Xu.
Bu Xiangdong had no idea that so many people were still awake.
Eating a bucket of instant noodles in the cold weather was indeed comforting.
Tonight, he also bought some condiments for braised food, so he took the opportunity to prepare it.
Previously, he had opened a lucky bag and gotten some pig offal, which was not popular in this era.
But Bu Xiangdong still quite liked eating it.
Taking advantage of the hot water, he cleaned it thoroughly.
The pig entrails filled a large basin, and Bu Xiangdong picked up a kitchen knife to sharpen it by the sink.
“It’s late at night, and you’re not sleeping. Others need to sleep, you big…”
Jia Dongxu came out through the door.
He intended to scold someone.
But upon seeing Bu Xiangdong sharpening the knife under the dim light, with the blade already gleaming white,
and the bright red entrails in the basin beside him, it looked particularly frightening.
Bu Xiangdong lifted the knife and asked, “What’s up?”
Jia Dongxu's hair stood on end, swallowing hard, “N-nothing, just need to pee.”
“Jia Aikui, with your leg issues, if you need something, just say it. I won’t help anyway.”
Jia Dongxu: “……”
What the hell.
What’s the point of saying you won’t help?
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Jia Dongxu wanted to curse, but looking at that knife and those entrails, he held it in and went back inside.
“Seriously, didn’t I say I needed to pee?”
“I forgot, there’s a urinal inside.”
As soon as Jia Dongxu entered, he kicked the door hard. He might have forgotten that he had already lost a leg.
He immediately fell over, landing on one leg.
Bu Xiangdong sighed, “With just one leg left, you really know how to play.”
“I wasn’t playing. I misspoke; it’s not that I need to pee, it’s that I need to use the toilet.”
As Jia Dongxu walked away, he felt quite frustrated.
These days, because of his amputation, he was filled with gloom.
Bu Xiangdong dealt with the pig offal, cutting it up.
Then he put it all into an iron pot to blanch.
After cleaning it again, he placed it back into the iron pot.
Following a simple braised food recipe, he added various seasonings and simmered it slowly.
The aroma of the braised food wafted through the winter night, seeping into one house after another.
The smell of instant noodles was only in the courtyard, but now it spread to both the front and back yards.
Most people hadn’t eaten enough for dinner, and it was now late at night.
With the enticing aroma of the braised food, their stomachs were suddenly growling with hunger.
“Bu Xiangdong, you bastard! Is this ever going to end?”
He Yuzhu’s loud voice broke the silence of the courtyard.
One by one, people wrapped in their clothes came out.
“What’s the matter? Am I breaking the law by making something to eat?”
“Bu Xiangdong, I warn you, don’t be so arrogant.”
“Hey, is being arrogant against the law? Hey, silly Zhu, tell me, which law states that a person can’t be arrogant!”
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