Chapter 303

Berlin's streets, people look in a hurry, not far from the towering chimneys from the morning has been emitting black smoke into the night. German factories are not worried about no orders now. They are just worried about too many orders and still can't work overtime.

It's a cold city. Pedestrians seldom greet each other on the street. They have countless things to do. The cold iron doors in factories, the cold iron windows in workshops, the cold rails in industrial areas, and the cold hammers beside work tables... It can be said that Germany is now a cold country.

"Ding Ling!" The doorbell rang, the door was pushed open, and a man with high cheekbones came into the small shop on the corner of the block with a large looking leather bag. He is not wearing decent clothes, but Sheng is still clean. A pair of shoes look very old, but they are meticulous.

He hesitated outside for more than half an hour, dawdling from work time to dinner time, then pushed the door open and came in. He looked a little flustered, but more depressed. He lives in a building near here. He is a standard office worker.

"Oh! Mr. Persson. " The owner of the shop helped the black framed glasses on the bridge of his nose. As soon as he saw someone he knew coming in, he immediately put down his pen and notebook and said with a smile, "welcome. What can I do for you?"

"Boss, I'll buy some flour and potatoes." The man named panson, who came into the shop, looked around the shop and found that there was no one else in the shop. He whispered, "I heard you're here..."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. panson. There are a lot of potatoes here. I can choose some fresh ones for you. " With a smile on his face, the boss could not hear any fluctuation in his voice and said, "but you have to know that flour is a limited supply item of the Empire. You can only get the supply ticket for the grain ration."

Panson put the bag on the counter in front of the boss. After opening it, he took out some new imperial jinmark that the imperial government had promised not to devalue. He pushed it to the smiling boss and begged, "I know you only accept this kind of transaction here. I want some flour. My little daughter is sick. She told me she wants white bread... Please."

"Anything else?" The boss put his hand on some gold marks, rubbed them slightly, glanced down and asked.

"Ah?" Man a Leng, look up to the boss, don't know what is good.

"Anything else?" The boss asked again.

"Yes... Yes!" The man quickly took out his bag, took out the remaining gold marks and handed them to the boss. Although he knew that the money in his hand could buy a lot of flour under normal circumstances, but now the rationing system is implemented, most things can not be bought with money, so he took out the money without hesitation.

The shopkeeper took the money, counted it, and then pushed one back to the man. He turned back and took a sealed bag with "military supplies" written in bold black. Then he took out an iron tin can from the lattice under the counter and saw that the package was exquisite natural butter.

"50 golden mark is flour money, and butter money. If you don't have natural butter to eat white bread, it's spoiling food... Don't tell others that I have butter here." The boss smiles and pushes two things to panson, who is stunned there: "I hope your daughter can get better soon."

"Thank you so much..." the man was about to cry. Most Berliners had not eaten natural butter for several years, and their luxury food was only margarine and black bread.

"Ding Ling!" When the doorbell rang, panson didn't look back, but the door was pushed away from the outside again. Panson heard the sound and looked back subconsciously, and immediately changed his face. He even felt that the sky had collapsed and the world had been destroyed.

A SS officer followed a soldier with a Mauser 98K rifle on his back, and the two leisurely walked into the shop. The SS officer in the front held his hands behind him. The guard in the back held the door with one hand and the strap on the gun with the other. Two men were staring at panson, looking at the flour and butter in his hand.

Quiet, quiet enough to make people shiver. The tinkling sound was the sound of the tin of butter in panson's hand hitting the button of the leather bag. The reason was very simple. His hands were shaking.

The officer took a step forward with his hands behind his back, and panser moved his toes slightly with fright. He also wanted to escape, but at a glance at the rifle carried by the SS soldier at the door, he lost his courage to escape.

It's said that the Ss are trained demons, the most terrible cold-blooded killing machines in the Empire: they can smash your head at a distance of one kilometer; They can drive through dozens of enemy tanks at a time; They get people out of bed in the middle of the night and cut their throats in the street; They will eat those who are not loyal to the Fuehrer, and they will divide up their property.

Now it's his turn to buy military supplies. It's a felony. He can be sentenced to two years' imprisonment at most. He has to be sent to a terrible concentration camp to serve his sentence. He works day and night, and is a little slack. He has to be beaten with a whip and fist.

Thinking of this, panser couldn't help swallowing a mouthful of saliva, letting the sweat slip from his forehead to the tip of his nose, and didn't dare to wipe it with his hands. Until the official came to him, he didn't even dare to move an inch away.

"Flour, butter. A birthday party? " The officer pressed the flour bag with his finger and gave a frightening smile: "are the ordinary office workers in Berlin so rich now? It's a luxury“ His daughter was ill, so he managed to get some. " The boss continued to smile innocently and said, "what do you need, sir?"“ How old is your daughter The officer seemed interested and leaned against the counter to ask“ Ten... Thirteen... "Panson replied stiffly“ Thirteen... My son is sixteen. " The officer took out his cigarette case and handed him a cigarette“ No, no smoking. Thank you... "Panson is about to cry. He's not in the mood to smoke. The reputation of the SS for arresting and interrogating people has spread among the citizens of Berlin for a long time. With the idea of nothing to do, panson felt that he would be hanged on a telegraph pole“ You are so happy to have your daughter by your side. " The officer took out one and put it on his mouth. Then he put away his cigarette. He continued with some nagging words: "he joined the youth military training camp of the head of state last year, and he still can't see himself." While talking, he took out some gold marks and handed them to the boss: "give him some more cokes. I'll treat our little patient to a drink."“ Sir... You... "Panson felt that his brain was going to crash. He could not deal with the current situation“ Want to know why we don't arrest you? " The officer laughed. It still looks scary. It has something to do with the wrinkles of the facial muscles. Some people are naturally gloomy when they laugh. Some people laugh like the spring breeze. Obviously, this officer belongs to the former. He laughed twice and then said, "what do you think I'm going to do with you? I know that in private you say that we are demons, and we have indeed killed people and copied homes, but we are the SS and the pro army of the head of state. If we do not do these things, who will do them? The first time I killed someone, I didn't eat for three disgusting days... "" Oh, why do I tell you this? " The SS officer sighed, then shook his head with a self mocking smile: "you go, don't be found by others." These few minutes made panson feel as if decades had passed. He arched his back and held his big heavy leather bag with precious butter and flour and two bottles of Coca Cola, a fashionable drink. When he passed the SS soldier standing at the door, the relief almost made him faint, but he still walked to the end of the street. Just after he opened the door of his house and saw his wife and his daughter lying on the bed, he burst into laughter. It's true that life is getting better and better. He has money and food. Recently, he even wants to improve his life. All these are the benefits of Germany's strength, aren't they? Compared with the past, in the Weimar Republic, he lost his job and wandered on the streets, sleeping in a small narrow house with his wife and children. It's the new economic stimulus plan that makes him find a job and get a high salary. As a result, he has bought his own house and saved hundreds of yuan. If you think about it like this, the wise and powerful head of state should really live forever“ Business has been good lately? " As panson walked away, the SS officer casually asked the shopkeeper behind the counter. Panson didn't know how big an official the SS officer was, but the owner of the shop obviously knew. The colonel was in charge of intelligence collection by the SS, and he had considerable real power and had a direct relationship with the shop“ Business is good. There is a great demand for flour printed with military products. And general Reinhardt was brilliant. Even if these grains are put on the market, they will be plundered, and we sell them secretly in such a scattered way, which not only alleviates the dissatisfaction of the common people with the food quota supply, but also makes a lot of money. " The boss replied with a smile“ This is Augustus' plan for the head of state. The whole plan includes stabilizing work, gradually restoring free food trade, overtime subsidy system and many other aspects. The purpose is to enhance the sense of belonging and mobilize the patriotic enthusiasm of all German people. " The officer stood up and walked out: "if you have too much, you can't talk nonsense... Is there anything unusual recently?"“ It's all right The store manager still kept his kind smile: "the residents around here are always honest." The officer pushed the door and said, "keep busy. I'll go to the next store and have a look."