Gu Lanchun sat down, picked up the spoon, and took two sips carefully.
Firewood stewed chicken is also one of the characteristics of Shandong cuisine. The pot is cooked over high heat, the chicken soup is boiling, and the bones and meat are crispy and crispy, leaving no residue.
Chen Baoxiang watched Gu Lanchun drink chicken soup and felt more and more happy in his heart.
"Treat others well and be worthy of your conscience."
Gu Lanchun put down the spoon, handed over to Chen Baoxiang, then opened the back window and jumped out.
Chen Baoxiang felt lost, chewing on Gu Lanchun's two words, his cheeks turned red all the way to his neck.
He understood what Gu Lanchun meant. Both of them knew very well that Chen Baoxiang was a married man and could not fall in love with anyone else outside.
Chen Baoxiang picked up the spoon, and the lingering fragrance of Gu Lanchun's hand still remained on the spoon.
He drank the chicken soup and fell asleep with his head covered.
When I woke up again, the three children were back and making noises.
"The teacher said that when the moon is full, it wanes, and when the water is full, it overflows. No matter how powerful the Japanese are, they cannot occupy the whole of China. In today's world, tolerance means a knife to the head. As long as you can endure it and keep the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood.
burn."
"Bah, the private school teacher is a coward. The workers said that victory does not fall from the sky. If you wait ten thousand years, the devils will not leave, but will only become more and more cruel. If the Chinese want to live a good life, they must unite
Rise up and fight against Japan.”
"Second brother, the fight against Japan is not a matter for the common people, but a matter for the Southern Army and the Eighth Front Army."
"No, the workers said that only when all the people resist the Japanese is we called resisting the Japanese. The common people will eliminate the Japanese devils, live a good life, and everyone can be the master of their own country."
"Second brother, be the master? Can everyone be the emperor?"
"It's not about being an emperor, it's about being a master. You don't have to listen to anyone's orders, you don't have to be slapped on the head, and you don't have to be forced to work as a laborer. You can do whatever you want."
Xiu'er didn't understand and fell silent.
"Second brother, don't get too close to the people in the underground cave. Japanese spies are scurrying over the overpass. Be careful of being spotted by them."
"Brother, you are too timid. Everyone can go to night school and the Japanese will not arrest anyone. Besides, I think the workers are right. Everyone is the master of their own country and does not need to be bullied. How great is that? Don't you hope?
Are you living like that?"
Chen Baoxiang coughed and stood up slowly.
Chuanwu was unconvinced and continued to explain: "What kind of life are we living now? We work hard and take 20% of our money without even saying thank you. Brother, are you willing to take a cut?"
Chuanwen blushed: "Of course I don't want to, but this rule has been on the shelves for a long time. If you are not convinced, there is nothing you can do."
"Of course there is a way. The workers have said that we should unite and get rid of the boss. No matter how much the Japanese pay for wages, it should be distributed to everyone. This is the right way..."
During dinner, Chuanwu talked about the latest news in the night school. Xiuer listened attentively and asked questions again and again without eating.
"Dad, I also want to go to night school. I'll go with my second brother and make sure nothing happens."
Liu Yue'e quickly shook her head: "No, you are a girl's house, you can't go. Eat quickly and stop talking!"
After dinner, Chuanwu came to see Chen Baoxiang and continued talking about night school.
Now, someone has obtained a wooden gun, and the workers use this model to teach everyone how to load the bullet, aim, pull the bolt, and shoot.
"Dad, I understand now. There is no future in being a bandit in the mountains. It will bring disaster to the country and the people, and you will be reviled by others. The only way out for a man is to join the army and follow the army to fight against Japan."
Chen Baoxiang breathed a sigh of relief. Chuanwu said this to at least guarantee that he would not go astray.
"Dad, I want to go to Dafeng Mountain, where there are troops of the Eighth Front Army."
Chen Baoxiang hesitated, saying that it was the best choice for a man who wanted to join the army. However, if the Japanese occupied Jinan and spread the military force and joined the army, it would affect the whole family.
"Dad, do you agree?"
"Second brother, if you don't join the army, you can still kill the Japanese and still fight against the Japanese. Just like your coworkers, they teach everyone how to shoot guns and practice martial arts in night schools. One day, when the southern army comes back and cooperate with each other inside and outside, you will play a greater role than the army.
"
Chuanwu shook his head like a rattle.
"Dad, that's different. I have to join the army and become a high official, like Chief Han, who returns home with thousands of soldiers and horses, and beats the crap out of the Japanese!"
Chen Baoxiang didn't know how to educate his children, so he took out the stick from his sleeve.
He had thought in the past that when the children grew older, he would have to teach them self-defense skills in case of emergencies.
"In Chuanwu, the stick is a unique invention of our northern martial arts community. Northerners wear thick cotton clothes in winter, and daggers and daggers cannot pierce through them. Only the stick can hit the nail on the head. You like guns, but to kill the enemy in battle, you don't have to use a gun. Five
Within one step, a knife is faster than a spear. Within three steps, a stick is invincible——"
Chen Baoxiang gave Chuanwu a few drills on the stabbing and clawing techniques, which have been the most practical moves for many years when killing enemies in battle.
Chuanwu had a stern look on his face. He learned it for a few times and then stopped practicing.
"Dad, my co-workers said that Xin Qiji was a great general when he was drunk, lit up the lamp, read swords, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet. That's the talent of a general. Your shovel... is not among the 18 kinds of weapons? It's shameful, you use a shovel to kill the enemy.
, shameful, shameful, shameful..."
Chen Baoxiang had no choice but to put the shovel away.
Xin Qiji "watched the sword while drunk" was just a helpless move.
In Jinan today, many people are following Xin Qiji's example of "watching swords while drunk and burning the light of day", but what is the final result? It's just empty talk.
If everyone is like Chen Baoxiang and regards "killing the Japanese" as his highest ambition instead of empty aspirations to serve the country, then Jinan will definitely not be like this.
"Chuan Wu, Chuan Wu, listen to me..."
No matter what Chen Baoxiang shouted, Chuanwu went back to the house and never came out again.
Chen Baoxiang could only give up, knowing that young people are too ambitious and cannot listen to the truth.
In the second half of the night, there were sounds of people chasing and running on the street outside.
Chen Baoxiang got up and stood in the yard.
He only cared about Gu Lanchun and didn't care about the life or death of anyone else.
Later, the sounds of wolves and dogs and the roars of the Japanese were heard. It must have been that the man had escaped, and the Japanese had missed him again.
Chen Baoxiang breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't want anyone to fall into the clutches of the Japanese.
Regardless of whether it is the Southern Army or the Eighth Front Army, as long as it kills the Japanese, it is his ally.
"Dad, I'll go up and have a look!"
Chuanwu darted out of the house, with quick hands and feet, climbed the branches and climbed to the roof.
Chen Baoxiang was worried that he would cause trouble, so he followed him up to the roof and lay down on the tiles.
To the northwest, a dozen Japanese soldiers led wolf dogs and held flashlights, setting up defense at the intersection of Xigendao Street and Jinju Lane.
Chen Baoxiang understood that if someone passed by there, he would lose him there.
The Japanese devils cannot swallow this breath and must capture the enemy to end the war.
"Dad, who are the Japanese looking for? Are they looking for good people or bad people?"
"Second brother, remember, the enemy of your enemy is your friend. As long as the devil wants to catch him, we want to save him, do you understand?"
Chuanwu suddenly had an epiphany: "Dad, I understand, even the bandits in Nanshan can be considered our friends as long as they kill the Japanese, right?"