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

"Xia, come and have some fruit!"

Ma Weihong placed two fruit platters on the table.

One fruit platter contained grapes and lychees; the other contained a plate of chilled watermelon.

"Oh, thank you, sis!"

Xia Weiwei responded and looked at Zhang Aiying, who was watching TV nearby, and asked, "Auntie, what kind of fruit would you like? I'll get it for you!"

"No!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Aiying quickly waved her hand and said, "Xia, you can eat it yourself. I'll get some for myself!"

Xia Weiwei picked a few grapes and started eating them.

"Um?"

With one bite, Xia Weiwei immediately noticed something was wrong.

She discovered that the grapes of later generations were completely different from those of the Republic of China era.

First, there's the skin. In later generations, the grape skin and pulp were stuck together, making it very difficult to peel off.

Unlike grapes from the Republican era, which could be squeezed out easily.

However, Xia Weiwei didn't know that what they called grapes in later generations were grapes, and the peels could be eaten directly.

Secondly, the grapes of later generations have slightly firmer and crisper flesh, unlike the soft and mushy grapes of the Republican era.

And these grapes are actually sweet, with no sourness at all; they're practically two different fruits.

Most importantly, these grapes are seedless, so you can eat them without spitting out the seeds, which is much more convenient.

As for height, Xia Weiwei had completely ignored it.

Because in later generations, no matter what kind of fruit it is, it is quite large.

Anyway, the watermelons, apples, pears, and grapes she sees so far are all quite large.

"Could it be... that these are all grapes from the new province?"

Xia Weiwei wondered to herself.

As far as she knows, only grapes from New Brunswick are seedless.

Although she had never tasted grapes from New Brunswick, she had tasted raisins from New Brunswick.

"By the way, Hongwei!"

Ma Weihong, who was scrolling through Douyin (TikTok) nearby, suddenly asked, "Have you guys seen that news?"

"What news?"

Ma Hongwei glanced at his older sister and asked curiously.

"It's Jia Shengsheng!"

Looking at her phone screen, Ma Weihong said, "Northwest University has issued a notice stating that her thesis is suspected of plagiarism. Of the sixteen academic papers, nine contain extensive plagiarism, and five are serious violations. Therefore, they have decided to revoke Jia Shen Shen's master's degree and teaching qualification!"

"Jia Shengsheng?"

This was the first time Xia Weiwei had heard this name, so she naturally looked puzzled.

"This Jia Shen Shen has a doctoral degree and is an associate professor in the School of Literature at Northwest University!"

Ma Hongwei explained, "Sounds impressive, right? Actually, it's all about connections; it's all thanks to the resources of his parents' social circle!"

"Look at the poem she wrote, 'We went to pee together; you peed a line; I peed a hole.' She said she didn't write it, so let me read you the one she wrote herself."

"When I got home from get off work at noon, my aunt said my child was really something. I asked what happened, and she said that she took them to play in the morning, and one of them peed in front of someone else's office. I yelled, 'Oh my god!'"

"And also, Qingqing shouted, 'My little sister pooped on my bed...'"

"Tell me, a PhD, and an associate professor at Northwestern University, all she can do is write doggerel with filth and excrement. Even a five-year-old could write that. Does she really deserve to be a PhD and an associate professor?"

"Pfft!"

Upon hearing this, Xia Weiwei almost spat out a mouthful of grapes.

Her eyes widened, and she asked, "With her doctorate and associate professorship level like this, how did she even get those positions?"

Xia Weiwei had also met PhDs and teachers from the Republic of China era; each of them was erudite and knowledgeable.

Perhaps their poems won't be remembered for generations, but they certainly wouldn't write poems like this, filled with excrement and urine.

Even the doggerel written by Zhang Zongmou, a warlord of the Fengtian clique with extremely low cultural level, is better than that of Jia Shensheng.

"It's all thanks to her father!"

Ma Weihong rolled her eyes and said, "Her father is the vice chairman of the Writers Association and a professor at Northwest Normal University. He's still alive, and Northwest University is already conducting research on him. Jia Shen's downfall is also related to her father."

"Outrageous! Absolutely outrageous!"

Xia Weiwei was shocked.

She felt that during the Republic of China era, a scoundrel who only knew how to plagiarize and had little cultural literacy would never have become a doctor or been hired as a professor by a university.

After some casual conversation, Ma Hongwei said to Zhang Aiying, "Mom, Weiwei and I are planning to go on a trip for a few days. How about you come home and watch the shop for a few days?"

"become!"

Zhang Aiying nodded and replied, "Go ahead, go wherever you want!"

"Is Grandma going home?"

At this moment, my little nephew, Li Mingming, asked, "Mom, can I go home with Grandma?"

"I want to go too! I want to go too!"

My niece, Li Ruhui, also started shouting.

They ate a lot of snacks in shops when they were young, so naturally they loved going to the countryside.

"Egg, Niu Niu, I have something to tell you!"

Ma Weihong said, "You can go to Grandma's house, but you can't eat too much spicy snacks, spicy strips, or spicy chips, understand?"

"knew!"

The two of them casually replied.

Anyone could tell that they were being insincere and perfunctory.

In this situation, Ma Weihong could only place her hopes on her mother.

……

So, Ma Hongwei and Xia Weiwei had a meal at their elder sister's house and then drove back to the village.

Ma Weihong's home in the city has three bedrooms, while the rural area is even more spacious.

There are three rooms on the first floor alone, and there are also rooms and beds on the second floor.

There's also a sofa.

Back home, Ma Hongwei said to Xia Weiwei, "Tomorrow, once the books arrive, we'll go to the warehouse to collect the supplies, and then we'll retrieve them the day after!"

"OK!"

Xia Weiwei didn't care.

……

Silent all night.

the next day..

After having breakfast, Ma Hongwei drove the bread truck outside early.

When the deliveryman arrived with the books, Ma Hongwei loaded them all into the back of the van.

Looking at these hardcover books, Ma Hongwei thought to himself, "I hope the leader will like my gift!"

He originally only planned to buy two sets, but when he thought about the other leaders, he simply bought a few more.

Anyway, these books aren't worth much money. If we give them to those leaders, they should accept them.

"Weiwei, let's go!"

Then, the two drove away.

They went to the city first to retrieve the gold bars they had bought.

That's when we arrived at the rented warehouse.

During the two days Xia Weiwei was away, Ma Hongwei purchased another batch of grain and canned goods.

This time, the system's capacity has been increased to 245 cubic meters, allowing it to hold more supplies.

They purchased 136 tons of rice alone.

In addition, there are 12 tons of canned goods.

The remaining space was used to store the books, drugs such as penicillin and artemisinin, and saline solution.

We have enough medicine for now, but we should still keep some on hand.

As antibiotics are used more and more, the dosage consumed will also increase.