coobybook Chapter 289 News
Chapter 289 News
Tu Shan wanted to find a place to sit, but she couldn't find anywhere.
"I'm the granddaughter of your old comrade-in-arms. I've come specially to see you, Mr. Bangchui. Here's the letter, please read it."
Find the letter from Mr. Ming to Wang Bangchui.
There was nothing written on the envelope.
Wang Bangchui glanced at it and didn't take it.
"Bullshit, I can't even read a single word, who would write a letter to me?
You are full of lies, tell me who you are, or I will kill you."
He held an old-fashioned hunting rifle in one hand and pointed it at Tu Shan's head. There was a ferocity on his weathered face. The dogs next door would tuck their tails between their legs if they saw him.
Tu Shan easily snatched the old man's gun and played with it in her hand: "Old man, I don't like people pointing guns at me. You are Lao Ming's comrade-in-arms, so I don't care. If it were someone else, I would have taken his head.
I didn't lie, you can tell by reading the letter yourself."
Tu Shan was also very curious. Mr. Ming must have known that Wang Bangchui was illiterate, so why did he write to him?
Is it because it has been too long and I have forgotten?
Wang Bangchui didn't even notice how the gun was taken away. Although he only had one hand, two or three people couldn't get close to him.
This girl is not simple.
He did hear what she said, "Lao Ming."
The surname Ming is a very niche one, and he only knows one person with this surname.
But, isn’t that old guy not married?
Besides, I'm not the type to write letters to others, let alone him.
He took the letter suspiciously and tore it open, tearing it into a mess. The letter paper inside was torn into pieces. Even a carefree person like Tu Shan wanted to help when he saw it.
Wang Bangchui didn't blame himself for being clumsy, but blamed Xin for not obeying his orders.
He held the letter with half his arm and pulled it out with one hand and threw it away.
There was a large piece of letter paper with no words on it, only a simple stick figure.
Tu Shan...Mr. Ming is such a great painter.
"Hahahaha... Yes, it's that old bastard. He's still alive? I thought his bones were rotten. Well, well, well..."
Wang Bangchui laughed wildly for three minutes, and Tu Shan covered her ears and stepped back.
Wang Bangchui laughed enough, and folded the letter roughly but carefully and stuffed it into his arms.
"Are you really the granddaughter of that old bastard Ming Zhan? It doesn't seem like it. When did that old bastard have a cub? How come I didn't know about this?"
Tu Shan threw the gun to Wang Bangchui and waved his hand: "Old Ming has never married or had children in his life, and has been living with Master Zong Zheng.
However, he really could not give birth to a granddaughter as smart, well-behaved, cute, and heroic as me. I am his adopted granddaughter.
The old man loves me so much that he insists on having me as his granddaughter. I have no choice but to accept him."
Wang Bangchui's disdain was obvious: "You are too shameless, but only someone as thick-skinned as you can tolerate Old Zamao's bad temper.
"Is the old chief all right? If my hand hadn't been broken, I would have stayed with him, and there would have been no need for him to do anything."
Tu Shan: "Master Zong Zheng is doing very well. He can eat and sleep well, and his voice is still loud. It's just that his legs and feet are not working well anymore, so he has to use a wheelchair."
Wang Bangchui didn't know what he was recalling, and a sense of desolation appeared on his body.
In just three seconds, he recovered.
"What are you doing here? I'm sure the old bastard wouldn't ask you to come see me."
Tu Shan couldn't help but admire their relationship; they really understood each other deeply.
"I need your help with something."
After hearing what Tu Shan said, Wang Bangchui lowered his head and did not respond for a long time.
Tu Shan didn't rush and took out the things she brought and put them in order.
Wang Bangchui said, "Make some more delicious food tonight. I'll go ask around for you."
He left in a hurry.
In the evening, Tu Shan cooked a big pot of noodles and stewed dried chicken with potatoes.
Wang Bangchui came back after it was completely dark, looking exhausted.
As soon as he entered the door, he picked up the bowl and started eating without saying a word.
Judging from the speed at which he eats, you can tell it's delicious.
Maybe he had gained experience from lunch, so he really stepped up his game, fearing that if he was a step slower, Tu Shan would overtake him.
Tu Shan had no intention of arguing with him. She had already eaten her fill after a whole afternoon.
Wang Bangchui ate five big bowls in a row before putting down his chopsticks, patting his stomach and feeling full.
He was quite surprised to see that Tu Shan didn't argue with him.
But he was smart enough not to say anything, thinking that he could eat more.
Tu Shan saw through his little thoughts at a glance, haha, so childish.
However, with his appetite, living another ten or twenty years would not be a problem.
Wang Bangchui ate Tu Shan's food, so the matter had to be settled.
"The man you're talking about was transferred from Kyoto a few years ago. He's usually a nice guy with a good reputation. Over the years, he's been promoted twice.
Now he is in charge of the entire desertification control team.
This job is not lucrative and is troublesome and tedious. Even if you do it for a lifetime, there is no chance of making any contribution. No one else is willing to do it, but he has been doing it for two or three years without any regrets.
There are three to four hundred people in the entire sand control unit, but only three or four of them work in the office. The rest are all people from the surrounding area who cannot afford to eat, and people who were sent here for committing crimes.
Those people were divided into four teams, led by team leaders, and sent to the areas where desertification was most severe to control desertification. Each trip might take a year or two.
They will stop at various supply stations to replenish daily necessities along the way, and run around everywhere at other times. If you want to find them, you can only leave a message at the supply station. The desertification control team there will only reply after they get the news from the supply station, so there is no way to determine a fixed time.
Although the unit does not know the specific location of the desertification control team, it knows the general direction and place.
I searched according to the names you gave me and found their team. They appeared at the Yangshawan supply station a month ago.
Maybe we can get some information there."
The name is the pseudonym of Tu Yi and Tu Er, and was found by Liao Weijiang's people who helped investigate the exposure.
However, this information is very important. With the name, Wang Bangchui was able to find out all this in such a short time.
"Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Bangchui. I'll get you some water tomorrow morning and then we'll set off."
Wang Bangchui: "I don't want water. I'll go with you. You don't know the desert well. You won't be able to find your way in there. You might lose your life."
Tu Shan declined: "No, you are too old to hold me back. I am the third sister of Zhoucheng, I can do anything. I can conquer a small desert."
Wang Bangchui was so angry that his eyes popped out: "Don't be ungrateful, you little bitch. Do you know how many people who want to go into the desert ask me to lead the way, and I won't accept even if they pay me a lot of money?
You got the advantage and you are still acting like a good boy. Just be happy about it.
I've been a powerful figure in the desert for decades, but I'm still lagging behind. You're the one lagging behind, the one with short legs, the one with dwarf legs."
The old man was so angry that he spoke without thinking.
Tu Shan was so angry that her bangs flew off her face. "Don't hit people in the face, don't expose their shortcomings when scolding them. You have no martial ethics, old man."
Why do you say she is short? She has grown almost ten centimeters taller. It's too much, too much.
Wang Bangchui, a tall and strong man with a straight back even in his seventies, sneered. He was only about 1.9 meters tall and everyone looked dwarf to him.
The two of them bickered and spent the night in separate corners.
At four o'clock in the morning, Tu Shan packed her bag and carried the bucket she had exchanged for, and set off with the black-faced Wang Bangchui who was carrying his own bag.
Go get some water first. Although you can find water in the desert, it’s not that easy to find, so it’s better to bring some with you.