After she became the daughter of a vicious warlord, she cleaned herself up

Chapter 133: Orderly Progress

It was not until noon that Jiang Shiyuan finally got through to his brother's military headquarters in Yangcheng.

Jiang Shijia heard her worried voice and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, little sister. I made you worry!"

"Based on the current situation, I'm afraid my father and I will have to miss your 22nd birthday party..."

Hearing this, Jiang Shiyuan's nose suddenly felt sore, his eyes moistened, and he choked up and said, "Brother, it's already this time, and you're still talking about birthdays or not..."

"I don't want any birthday party, I just want... I just want you and dad... to be safe and sound!"

When Jiang Shijia heard his little sister crying like this, his heart was wrenched.

At this moment, he especially wanted to tap her clever head again, and tell her with a smile, don't worry about it, the most important thing is to take care of yourself.

But through the telephone line and the receiver, he couldn't touch his sister's head at all, let alone say such words in a casual manner.

After a moment of silence, he solemnly warned: "Little sister, you must take good care of yourself and pay attention to safety!"

"Brother has some military duties to attend to, so I'll hang up now!"

"Okay..." Jiang Shiyuan agreed with tears in his eyes, and then he heard a busy tone in the receiver.

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

"Aunt Xiang, I need to call my grandpa again."

Chen Xiangyun nodded and held her hand tightly to comfort her.

Jiang Shiyuan put the receiver back to its original place, waited for a few seconds, and then dialed the number of the Zhong family's old house in Nanjing.

"Beep...beep...beep..."

Every time the phone rang, it seemed to strike at her heart.

"Hello?" My grandfather's familiar voice finally came from the other end of the phone.

"Grandpa, I'm Xiaoyuan!" Jiang Shiyuan's voice trembled slightly.

"Xiaoyuan, grandpa just heard the broadcast, the Japanese devils are really doing evil again!"

Mr. Zhong's voice sounded a little indignant, but still full of energy.

"Grandpa, are you in good health? Nothing happened around you, right?" Jiang Shiyuan asked with concern.

"What can happen to grandpa? He's already old and has a lot of bones. He can still live for a few more years, which is all good."

"As for you, you have to take good care of yourself. In troubled times, saving your life is the most important thing!" said Mr. Zhong, with a hint of worry in his tone.

"Grandpa, don't worry. I live and work in the concession. It's safe for now." Jiang Shiyuan hurriedly comforted him.

"That's good, that's good..." Mr. Zhong nodded on the other end of the phone, feeling a little relieved.

Then Jiang Shiyuan asked solemnly, "By the way, Grandpa, how is the implementation of the 'Spark Project' between our Zhong family and Qing Yu Tang going?"

"Don't worry, Xiaoyuan, the Spark Project has been progressing in an orderly manner."

"The pills, powders, pastes and pills for stopping bleeding and reducing inflammation are being produced at a rapid pace. A lot of them are already piled up in the warehouse."

"Stores that can be converted underground are also being converted in secret to ensure they can be used in wartime."

"The promotion of simplified Chinese characters is also being carried out internally, and many shopkeepers and employees have begun to learn to use simplified Chinese characters."

Mr. Zhong talked about the progress of the "Spark Project" in great detail, his voice low and firm.

Jiang Shiyuan couldn't help but said earnestly: "Grandpa, you have worked so hard!"

"I am already the young master of Qing Yu Tang, but I cannot completely relieve you of your worries. I really am..."

"Silly child, what nonsense are you talking about? Grandpa does all these things with ease. It's not hard at all."

At this point, Mr. Zhong's voice was filled with helplessness and sadness.

"Grandpa only hopes that these rainy day preparations will never be needed."

"After all, when war breaks out, it is the common people who suffer!"

Jiang Shiyuan clenched his fists and said firmly: "Grandpa, don't worry, we will definitely win this just battle to drive out the Japanese pirates and defend our country!"

Mr. Zhong held the receiver tightly, and his voice was full of strength.

"Good boy, Grandpa believes in you, and even more so in the fact that although our country has gone through many hardships, it will eventually rise!"

"Grandpa, you also have to take care of yourself and wait for Xiaoyuan to come to Jinling to see you again!" Jiang Shiyuan said in a firm tone, holding back tears.

"Okay! Good boy, grandpa is waiting!" After saying this, Grandpa Zhong hung up the phone.

Jiang Shiyuan slowly put down the receiver and felt his palms full of sweat.

"Xiaoyuan..." Chen Xiangyun, who was sitting on the sofa, turned to look at her and asked in a hoarse voice: "You say, can we... really win?"

Jiang Shiyuan walked over quickly, gently put his arm around her shoulders, his eyes full of firm belief, as if she were a prophet of history.

"Aunt Xiang, of course we can win!"

"Although the weapons and equipment of the Jinling National Government's army are inferior to those of the Japanese army, we have already foreseen their conspiracy to invade China and have made corresponding defensive preparations. As long as we can join hands with the Red Party again, cooperate sincerely, and perfectly coordinate the front battlefield and the battlefield behind enemy lines, how can we not win?"

Chen Xiangyun was stunned for a moment when she heard this. She could not imagine that such words could come from the mouth of a girl who knew nothing about military affairs and national policy.

But she inexplicably felt much more at ease, nodded, and tried to force a smile.

"Xiaoyuan, Aunt Xiang believes you, let's eat first..."

The lunch was as delicious as usual, but neither of them could enjoy it.

The shadow of war hangs over everyone's heart, making it hard to breathe.

"Aunt Xiang, I want to go to Jiayuan Pharmaceutical in the afternoon." Jiang Shiyuan put down his chopsticks and said solemnly.

Chen Xiangyun looked at her with some concern, "It's already this time, why are you still going to the pharmaceutical factory?"

"I can't let myself be idle." Jiang Shiyuan shook his head, anxiety flashing in his eyes.

"Only by keeping myself busy can I stop being restless and having random thoughts..."

Chen Xiangyun knew that Jiang Shiyuan was using work to numb himself and distract himself from the panic and anxiety brought about by the war.

"Okay, then be careful on the road and stay safe." Chen Xiangyun warned: "Don't work too hard, and make sure to rest."

"I understand, Aunt Xiang." Jiang Shiyuan nodded obediently and got up to pack his things.

After a while, Jiang Shiyuan drove back to Wanguo Apartment first.

She walked to the third floor with ease and rang the doorbell of Fang Lansheng's room opposite.

However, the doorbell rang for a long time, but no one answered.

"It seems that he has a performance today and has already gone out..." Jiang Shiyuan whispered to himself.

Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling of loss came over me.

How she wished Fang Lansheng could be with her at this moment, even if it was just to talk, it would make her feel more at ease after seeing her comrade.

"Forget it, let me take care of my own business first!"

Jiang Shiyuan shook his head, turned and left Wanguo Apartment.