Double-Cut During the War of Resistance: My Wife Came from 1937

inside the house.

Xia Weiwei is using a computer to print.

Modern computers are not difficult to operate, and Xia Weiwei is not stupid; she can understand them with a little learning.

Around noon, Ma Hongwei came to the main room and, looking at Xia Weiwei who was becoming more and more skilled, said, "Weiwei, you stay here and do your work. I'll go to town to pick up the printed books."

"If someone buys something, just let them pay directly. I've marked the prices on the goods, you can take a look."

Hearing this, Xia Weiwei nodded and replied, "Go ahead, I'll keep an eye on things here."

Ma Hongwei left the supply and marketing cooperative and drove his van straight to the town.

Their village is not far from the town, just a few minutes away as the crow flies, across a bridge and up a slope.

Upon arriving in town, Ma Hongwei first went to the printing shop and loaded all the books he needed, such as "The Barefoot Doctor's Manual," "The Militia Military Training Manual," and "The Five Small Industrial Technology Series," onto the bread cart.

Then, he went to the Hunan cuisine restaurant he frequented.

Ma Hongwei asked, "Boss, is my food ready yet?"

Earlier that morning, he had already arranged with the restaurant owner to prepare a few main dishes.

"Everything is packed up!"

The owner took out the packaged food and put several disposable chopsticks inside.

"I've already paid you!"

Ma Hongwei had been here many times, so he naturally knew the prices.

After putting the vegetables in the car, Ma Hongwei drove back to the village.

In fact, it didn't take long to go back and forth.

Since he needed to use the car again in the afternoon, Ma Hongwei didn't park it in the garage, but instead parked it on the side of the road, leaving enough space for other cars to pass.

"Dinner's ready!"

Ma Hongwei carried the packaged groceries to the backyard and said to Xia Weiwei, "Don't bother, eat first, we'll continue after we finish eating."

Xia Weiwei glanced at the food and couldn't help but frown, saying, "Didn't you go to pick up the printed books? Why did you bring so much food again?"

"Don't worry, I've brought all the books back; they're all piled up in the back of the bread truck."

Ma Hongwei said with a smile, "As for these dishes... health is the foundation of everything. Eating something good and nutritious will give you the energy to fight for the revolution. I just don't know if you can get used to Hunan cuisine!"

"Although we are only in the Central Plains, the most popular restaurants here are Hunan and Sichuan cuisine. The place I took you to last time wasn't purely Henan cuisine either."

After all, authentic Henan cuisine doesn't include roast duck.

The real Daokou roast chicken, however, comes from their hometown.

Ma Hongwei carried the groceries to the sofa, opened them one by one, and placed them on the coffee table.

Then he ran to the kitchen and scooped two bowls of rice from the rice cooker.

Save where you can, spend where you can. A serving of rice at a restaurant costs two or three yuan, so it's cheaper to steam it at home.

Ma Hongwei introduced with a smile: "This is stir-fried beef with yellow peppers, that's steamed pork ribs with rice flour, this is Hunan-style cured pork, and the last dish is spicy frog!"

"Beef, ribs, cured meat—this is such a feast!"

Xia Weiwei sat down on the sofa and asked curiously, "What's this jumping frog? Could it be a frog?"

She's never eaten frog meat in all her life.

"It's not a frog; frogs have more meat!"

Ma Hongwei shook his head and said, "This is a bullfrog, a type of frog introduced from abroad. It's particularly large. Anyway, I personally quite like eating it. You should try it."

As he spoke, he picked up a bullfrog leg with his chopsticks and put it in the other person's bowl.

"You've spent so much money again!"

Xia Weiwei knew that the other party must have ordered food from the restaurant for her.

Judging from the other person's skillful cooking movements, it's clear that they cook for themselves frequently.

This deeply moved her.

"He's been so good to me, how can I repay him?"

As Xia Weiwei pondered this, her heart suddenly began to race.

"Eat!"

Seeing the other person staring blankly, Ma Hongwei asked in confusion, "You don't mean you can't eat spicy food, do you?"

"I used to be unable to eat spicy food!"

Xia Weiwei came to her senses and said with a smile, "However, many of the comrades I met later ate spicy food, so I gradually learned to eat spicy food too."

Many of the soldiers in the Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region came from Hunan, Jiangxi, Guizhou, Sichuan and other provinces, and they were all capable of eating spicy food.

Xia Weiwei picked up a bullfrog, took a bite, and found that the meat was very tender and had a special flavor. With the addition of seasoning, it tasted delicious.

She nodded as she ate, "It really is! This bullfrog is so delicious!"

Ma Hongwei spat out a bone and said, "If you like it, eat more. Also try the stir-fried beef with yellow peppers and the steamed pork ribs with rice flour. I like those two too."

"OK."

Xia Weiwei nodded, picked up a piece of pork rib, and put it in her mouth.

The ribs were steamed until tender, and the rice noodles on top absorbed the meat juices and seasonings. Although it was only savory, it tasted incredibly delicious.

"Oh, right!"

Xia Weiwei suddenly remembered something and quickly asked, "Hongwei, could you accompany me to the city center again this evening?"

"What's up? What do you want to buy?"

Ma Hongwei asked curiously.

"no."

Xia Weiwei shook her head and said, "I want to record some scenes in the city and take them back to show the leaders."

"Hmm, that's a good idea."

Ma Hongwei nodded: "No problem. We'll head to the county town this evening. By the way, have you filmed the combine harvesters harvesting wheat?"

Xia Weiwei shook her head: "I plan to go filming this afternoon, and I'll film your future rural village as well."

……

After lunch, Ma Hongwei found two walkie-talkies in the pile of express deliveries.

He unpacked the package and began to power on and pair the frequency according to the instructions.

Modern walkie-talkies often feature one-button frequency pairing, which is very convenient.

"Give!"

Ma Hongwei handed one of the walkie-talkies to Xia Weiwei and explained, "Press and hold this large button on the side, keep your mouth 5-10 centimeters away from the microphone and speak normally. Release the button after half a second."

"Releasing PTT will automatically switch to receive mode, allowing you to hear the other party's response."

"Remember, multiple people shouldn't talk on the same channel, and when it's windy, be sure to find a sheltered spot."

Xia Weiwei looked at the palm-sized object in her hand and asked curiously, "This is the walkie-talkie you were talking about? It looks so small!"

Ma Hongwei said, "I've already matched the frequencies, shall we give it a try?"

"Okay, let's give it a try!"

Xia Weiwei said with great interest.

"Then you stand at the doorway of the main room, and I'll go to the village entrance so we can talk to each other!"

After saying that, Ma Hongwei took the walkie-talkie and left.

Xia Weiwei stood in the courtyard, holding a walkie-talkie, waiting there.

A few minutes later, a clear voice came from the walkie-talkie: "Hello, hello, can you hear me? Please respond if you receive this, please respond if you receive this!"

"I really heard it!"

Xia Weiwei's face lit up with joy as she pressed the button and said, "I heard your voice."

"Then I'll walk a little further!"

Ma Hongwei took the walkie-talkie and walked north to the northernmost part of the village.

"Weiwei, can you hear me? Is my voice clear? Please answer if you can hear me!"

"I can hear it, and the sound is clear."

Soon, Xia Weiwei's excited voice came through the walkie-talkie.