The burly man ate a small mouthful of dumplings and sighed with satisfaction.

At this moment, a diner next to him caught his attention, to be precise, causing him to swallow his saliva.

After finishing the dumplings, the diner opened the sesame cake wrapped in newspapers and ate the sesame cakes in big mouthfuls, and then took a bite of hot dumpling soup. The taste was so beautiful.

Soon, the man finished the sesame cake, picked up a large bowl, poured the dumpling soup into his stomach, and then wiped his mouth and let out a satisfying sigh.

Guan Qide's eyes kept staring at this person. Seeing that this person had enough food and drink but was still sitting there, he couldn't help but feel anxious.

...

"Why do I do?" The sesame cake diner noticed Guan Qide's gaze and couldn't help but frown.

"Old brother." Guan Qide laughed, "Your newspaper is useless, can you give it to me?"

"Give it to you?" The sesame cake diner looked Guan Qide up and down, "Are you literate?"

"No, no, no." Guan Qide waved his hand quickly, and pointed to the neatly arranged dumplings on his plate. "The child at home has long been thinking about eating dumplings. I wanted to put it in my pocket."

As he said that, he pointed at his body, although it was still neat, but it was covered in dirt and worn clothes. He said embarrassedly.

"You want to make dumplings with the newspaper?" The man from Sesame Sesame Bread understood.

Guan Qide nodded quickly, "Hey, hey, hey."

"For you." The man from Sesame Sesame Sesame Biao handed over the old newspaper that Bao Shaobiao was willing to pass over.

Guan Qide hurriedly took it. When the two people's palms were in contact, a note was quickly placed in Guan Qide's palm.

...

When Guan Qide received the newspaper, he sat down happily, that is, he was about to sit down. Before his butt touched the stool, the table just covered the position of his pocket. Guan Qide put the note in his pocket without any trace.

Then, he looked at the newspaper he was asking for joy, looking at the remaining sesame seeds on the newspaper, Guan Qide's face showed a happy expression. He dipped his fingers and some sesame seeds into his mouth, showing a satisfied expression on his face.

Afterwards, Guan Qide finished drinking the dumpling soup in a few sips. He wrapped the cooled dumplings on the plate in an old newspaper and put them in another pocket.

When the diners in the dumpling restaurant heard the man leave, they still muttered that they had made money today and had sesame dumplings, and they shook their heads and smiled.

...

After leaving Yipin Liu Dumpling Restaurant for about two miles, Guan Qide observed the surroundings vigilantly, and then he took out a note from his pocket to look at it.

Guan Qide was shocked.

Comrade Liao Hua was actually secretly taken from Qingdao to Shanghai by the enemy!

Thanks to the comrades from the Jiaodong Working Committee of the Shandong Branch, they would have been kept in the dark, and they thought Comrade Liao Hua was detained by the enemy in the Qingdao military police and were still trying to rescue him.

I folded the notes carefully and put them back in my pocket.

Guan Qide's stomach started to growl again.

He has a big appetite, and those dumplings are not enough for him to stuff his teeth.

His hand reached into another pocket, took out the newspaper, opened it, pinched a dumpling and put it in his mouth. Without chewing it, he swallowed it into his stomach.

Guan Qide laughed and said, he did not eat it anymore, but wrapped the dumplings again and put them back in his pocket.

Heidan, Ermi, the boys, had to jump up happily when they saw this dumpling.

These children are the children of martyrs from the 65th Regiment of the Fifth Detachment of the Shandong Column of the Eighth Route Army. Their parents died on the battlefield of fighting against the Japanese invaders. The organization arranged for the orphans of these martyrs to enter the city and handed them over to the family members of the Yizhong Cigarette Factory as their relatives' children to take care of them.

...

Turning right in front is Tieqiao's home.

Iron Bridge is his trafficker.

This information must be immediately arranged to be delivered to Comrade Zhu Minxi. Comrade Zhu Minxi was seriously ill and fired from the capital of the cigarette factory. He is now raising his body in the countryside.

I have already seen the Tieqiao home door.

Guan Qide rubbed his hands, and he was about to strode forward and knock on the door, but he suddenly stopped.

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