After exhausting myself to death

After Shen Minghuan left, Han Aimin sat in the room with dull eyes for a long time, as if his feelings for Shen Minghuan were as deep as the sea and he couldn't bear to be separated for a moment.

"Brother?" Han Aiguo called him cautiously.

Han Aimin stood up unsteadily, entered the liaison headquarters room like a zombie, and took out the communication tools.

He said weakly: "Sir, I will recount to you the entire conversation between Shen and I."

The spies originally needed to further refine the information they received and convey it to the headquarters as concisely and effectively as possible. However, because this matter was too important, and General Rice no longer believed in the ability of this group of subordinates, the command set up a special team.

Mr. Errol is also a member of this group. In addition, it also includes psychologists, linguists and other talents, diverse enough to open a school.

Han Aimin conveyed every detail back, and they would be responsible for the analysis.

"Sir, at present, Shen is a typical Chinese who is hypocritical, stupid, greedy, and cowardly. As long as we give him enough, he can betray his motherland." The psychologist analyzed with confidence.

The linguist agreed: "Mr. Obvious, you are right, but Shen mentioned words like family and care several times. I think this is also a point he values ​​​​very much. Admiral Rice, we can definitely use language to coax Use language to weave a dream for him, and I guarantee that he will regard country M as his mother country."

Han Aimin, who was listening on the other end, had doubts about this. Does Shen Minghuan really have the concept of "mother country" in his eyes? His home country seems to be only for betrayal.

"Han, please investigate Shen's identity." Admiral Rice ordered: "You can bribe him with some benefits first, and it is best to develop him into one of ours."

"Sir, I understand." Han Aimin was about to burst into tears: "But damn, this greedy Chinese wants a way out!"

Admiral Rice was silent for a moment: "...How much does it cost and how long does it take to repair it?"

Nowadays, the so-called road construction is not that troublesome. It is just to lay gravel on the dirt road and flatten it to make the road flat, straight and wide. If there is still more, just lay another layer of cement. It is a good project. .

Han Aimin reported a figure, "Now that the busy farming season is over, many farmers have gone to the city to find part-time workers. As long as the funds are in place, I can repair the road in up to seven days."

To the villagers of Mutian Village, this amount of money seemed like a huge amount, but to Admiral Rice, it was nothing. As long as Professor Floss could be brought back, this small price was not worth mentioning.

"You go and apply, and I will approve the money for you." Admiral Rice said happily.

"Yes, sir!" Han Aimin jumped for joy.

It’s not too much to apply for more funds, keep them to be prepared for emergencies, and use a little more to make up for your injured soul, right?

After hanging up the communication, General Rice always felt that something was wrong.

He asked Errol: "M Country has not found any information about Flos. Could he be Chinese?"

"Oh no, Admiral, how could you have such an idea?" Errol said exaggeratedly: "You underestimate Mr. Flowers too much. I can guarantee that his talent exceeds that of anyone in the world. Look at it." The current level of science and technology in China..."

He said sarcastically: "It's absolutely useless. Don't talk about Mr. Floss, even if I were here, it wouldn't be to this extent."

A scholar pushed up his glasses: "Admiral Rice, your worries are unnecessary. No country will be willing to use such talents as bait. It can only be that Professor Floss cares about the country. Admiral, please do your best." Bring him back."

People will only be jealous of those who are better than themselves. Once the gap widens to the point of being out of reach, they will only follow and admire them. Who doesn’t want to climb higher technological peaks? Shen Minghuan's small research conclusion allowed them to see the way forward.

Admiral Rice also felt that he was overthinking it. China was hungry for talents. If it wasn't for a real shortage of people, why would it be negotiating with them every day and trying so hard to get Pei Shu and those people to return to China?

Ah, with the barren and backward situation in China, it seems that Mr. Flowers really didn't help at all.

After five full years of imprisonment and torture, such firm patriotic enthusiasm is really touching.

"Adjutant, sort out the information collected so far and follow me to see the President." Admiral Rice said in a deep voice.

*

Shen Minghuan returned to the Yun family with a huge sum of money. It was dusk, and a full moon appeared in the sky, but the afterglow of the setting sun had not yet dissipated.

Half of it was the setting sun that was as bright and hot as fire, and the other half was the clear moon as soft as water. Shen Minghuan was bathed in both haloes at the same time, making him look even more like a fairy.

There are rarely such lively moments in the Yun family. All twelve students from Mutian Elementary School blocked the door because there was no room for so many people in the room.

The united students believed that we all share blessings and hardships. Even Yun Gou'er, the owner of this family, could only be dragged away by everyone and waited outside the door, listening helplessly to the chatter in their ears. .

Yun Gou'er has never missed the days when Song Youcai was his only friend.

Please continue to isolate him, thank you.

The tortured Yun Gou'er's eyes lit up when he saw Shen Minghuan: "Teacher!"

Eleven pairs of eyes suddenly lit up strangely, and they all turned in Shen Minghuan's direction: "Teacher!", "Teacher, teacher, teacher!", "Hello, teacher!"

very noisy.

Yun Gou'er Pain Mask, I'm sorry, teacher, I shouldn't have shouted so loudly that you were targeted by them.

Shen Minghuan raised his eyebrows: "What are you doing here? Have you finished your homework?"

"Teacher, we are here to deliver a letter to you." The students only answered the first question.

Shen Minghuan looked at them with a smile but not a smile, and didn't care. He had to check it tomorrow morning anyway. If it doesn't work, he would settle the accounts then, "What about the letter?"

"Is Teacher Shen back?" The village chief pushed open the door of Yun's house and came out, "I just asked why there isn't so much noise outside. Teacher Shen, I'm here to deliver a message to you."

"Oh? You sent me a letter." Shen Minghuan looked at the students with a faint smile.

The well-behaved Zhou Xiaoya stepped forward and said, "Teacher Shen, I...I've finished all my homework."

"What? Xiaoya, you traitor, didn't you say you didn't write a word?" The students covered their hearts and scolded her.

"Sister, you've gone too far." After Zhou Dazhuang finished speaking, he puffed out his chest and said, "Hey, teacher, I've finished writing too."

Zhao Jun was furious: "I knew you couldn't believe it. Fortunately, I didn't believe you in the first place."

Shen Minghuan watched them playing thoughtfully: "Are you all done?"

The students all raised their heads proudly and said "Yes" heavily.

"Oh, it seems that there are still too few assignments and the workload is not saturated enough." Shen Minghuan murmured to himself.

students:"……"

The village chief looked at the scene in front of him with a smile. He was most aware of the changes in the children. Not only were they able to recite a bunch of words that old guys like them couldn't understand but felt very advanced, but they were also more obedient and sensible and would not get into trouble.

These prickly-headed children are at the age when people hate dogs, and they behave like a bunch of rabbits under Shen Minghuan.

The village chief wiped his hands with the hem of his clothes, and then took out three letters from his small bag: "Teacher Shen, these are all yours."

Shen Minghuan took it, thanked him, and then unfolded it casually.

As expected, Jiang Li's family was the only one who would write to the original owner.

The three letters Shen Minghuan received were from his teacher Jiang Li, his eldest brother Jiang Yiwen and his wife Feng Dinglan.

The characters of the three people are different from each other. Ms. Feng Dinglan is a very common image of a gentle and loving mother. She expresses her concern for Shen Minghuan in every word, asking him to take care of himself and hoping that he will return to Kyoto as soon as possible.

Jiang Yiwen was an iron-blooded soldier who couldn't speak sticky words. The way he expressed his concern was to send a large amount of money with the letter so that Shen Ming didn't have to save money on the way back.

Jiang Li still maintained his dignity as a teacher. He first affirmed his willingness to come to Mutian Village in the letter, and then expressed his expectations for him, hoping that he could be tempered and correct his mentality during this period.

At the end, he said that his birthday was coming soon, hinting in a roundabout way that he should go back.

The conditions in Mutian were far inferior to those in Kyoto, and Shen Minghuan had been pampered since childhood. The three of them were naturally sure that this person would set off immediately after receiving the letter.

Shen Ming laughed happily.

Feng Dinglan was also a teacher before he retired. He was always strict with his students, including his son Jiang Yiwen, and would only speak softly to "Shen Minghuan".

Not to mention Jiang Yiwen, the soldiers under his command were complaining all day long, and he himself couldn't stand the skinny teenagers who couldn't even lift a bucket of water. "Shen Minghuan" was the only exception.

If the original owner is a magician who can confuse people's hearts, then no one in this family will be spared, and Jiang Li can barely be called normal.

Jiang Li has many students, and he treats "Shen Minghuan" equally. He is not special to "Shen Minghuan", but after all, he is a child he has watched since childhood. In terms of affection, this person will eventually be closer to him than his other students. some.

Putting aside those complicated thoughts of self-torture, the original owner was actually a very happy child. He had parents who loved him in the past, but later when his parents were gone, there were people who loved him on their behalf.

But perhaps it was precisely because the original owner never lacked people who loved him that he couldn't tolerate his own mediocrity.

Shen Minghuan read quickly. After reading, he folded the three letters.

The students blinked: "Teacher, is this a letter from your family? What does it say?"

"It's not polite." The village chief interrupted them seriously: "You can't ask Teacher Shen about his personal affairs."

"Village Chief, it's okay." Shen Minghuan said in a brisk voice, "They are considered family members. This is a letter sent to me by my teacher."

"Teacher's teacher?" The students were curious.

Shen Minghuan put away the folded letters and said "Yeah" casually: "They asked me to go back."