Chen Baoxiang was stunned and nodded slowly: "That's the truth, but the Nanshan bandits are bandits after all. Only the troops on the Dafeng Mountain side are the real experts."
The bandits are cruel, but compared to the Japanese, they still have the possibility of being influenced and educated.
Only the devils, who are unforgiving in their evil deeds, must be killed quickly.
After the Japanese deployed their defenses, they muzzled the wolfdog and led it to a corner.
The street became quiet, except for the Japanese bayonets that occasionally reflected the dazzling cold light.
"Oh, it's boring. I see the Japanese arresting people all day long, and I don't see the martial arts masters killing the Japanese. Dad, you used to tell me about the heroes of Wagang Village and the heroes of Shuibo Liangshan... What about now? Where are the heroes hiding?"
Chen Baoxiang couldn't answer. He had asked himself the same question many times.
In the past ten years, Jinan has been in chaos.
The best way out for a hero is to learn martial arts and sell them to the emperor's family.
There were many people who went to Commander Zhang and Commander Han, but as the Japanese crossed Shanhaiguan and the troops retreated south, they all left.
There are also heroes in Jinan at present, but they all hide and endure, like the sons of cicadas, hiding deep under the nine earths, waiting for the time to come.
There are also some who, seeing that the situation is not good, have gone abroad to the British and American lands to preserve their strength and hope to make a comeback.
None of the heroes Chuanwu wanted to see could be seen.
Of course, it is also a good thing for children to be young, work honestly, and keep a low profile.
"If you don't see a hero when you spread your martial arts, you can become a hero yourself. If you don't envy the mountains, you will become your own hills and valleys."
Chuanwu sighed, grabbed a handful of dead grass and rubbed it in his palms.
"Dad, this is Jinan, and we are from Jinan. We live with our tail between our legs all day long, like a gray grandson. We don't even dare to speak loudly. But these Japanese devils are under martial law every day to arrest people, kill and harm people, and the common people can't even reason.
There is no room. The workers have all said that we are humans, not dogs, so we have to stand up and fight hard, and we cannot lower our heads and endure."
Chen Baoxiang didn't know the principle of "behaving like a man, not a dog", but when the Japanese's crooked machine gun was fired, it was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves. Even the most glorious hero had to be killed by the gun.
"When the time comes to pass on martial arts, it is useless to force yourself."
"Dad, when will the time come? Can we Jinan people survive until that day?"
Chen Baoxiang couldn't answer, and he didn't know when the morning would dawn in the long night.
Many Jinan people have died, left, and disappeared, but Chen's Rice Shop is still there and Chen's Grand Hotel is about to open. Therefore, he must be humble and patient and live a good life.
"These little devils can't catch anyone. It's no use waiting till dawn. They'll be exhausted to death!"
Chuanwu was young and didn't know the story of waiting for something to happen.
Chen Baoxiang knew that as long as the Japs blocked the main traffic arteries in the city, all movements of night walkers would be suppressed, and they would no longer be able to cause big storms.
There are capable people within the Japs, and if there are "smart people" like Bi Gong and Bi Jing who surrender, it is inevitable that the Japs will become stronger and stronger.
Chen Baoxiang suddenly became alarmed: "Since Bi Gong and Bi Jing are the spy and bastard of the Japanese, why can't we gather our strength and get rid of them?"
In the past, he had never thought that it was because the Bi brothers had such great backgrounds. They were once the elites of the Northeast Army, but now they were close associates of the Japanese. It was difficult for ordinary Jianghu people to shake them.
"Those who deserve to be killed must not be left alive."
Chen Baoxiang thought of the scene that happened in the small courtyard of Shengtang Lane, and his thoughts suddenly became clear.
"Kill the Japs, kill the traitors... Killing one less one will at least delay the Japs' tendency to occupy China."
When Chuanwu was tired, he went to the ground alone.
Chen Baoxiang looked around for a while. The rooftops of each house were cold and motionless.
He also went to the ground and went back to the house to sleep.
Lying on the bed, there was always a fire burning in his heart, that is - "Kill Bigong."
Defeat them all, leaving no one behind.
At dawn, Chuanwu was swinging stone locks in the yard.
It's cold in early spring and the ridges are covered with frost.
Chuanwu only wore a small double-breasted jacket and was sweating all over from practicing.
"Dad, from now on... I will practice every day. When one day I can use it, I, Chen Chuanwu, will pick up my gun and mount my horse, fight bloody battles on the battlefield, make achievements, and honor my ancestors..."
Chen Baoxiang did not praise him openly, but he was very happy in his heart.
The second son is hot-blooded and reckless, and seems to have a lot of troubles, but the people of Jinan, who have been trampled under the iron heel of the Japanese devils, really need this kind of blood.
He walked into the store and found a letter tucked under the door. Someone had sent it in the middle of the night.
When Chen Baoxiang opened the letter, he was stunned.
There are only a few words in the letter: "Master Zhu, the fourth batch of gold is about to set off. Big shots are coming from the west to the east and meet in the east of Zhangqiu. They are planning quickly to kill people and seize gold. I will assist you and don't waste the opportunity."
The letter was written to Zhu Xiaotian. When it was sent here, it must be the delivery place agreed upon between Zhu Xiaotian and the other party.
The writer didn't know that the four people's sworn relationship had completely collapsed, but he still sent the letter as promised.
From the analysis of these few sentences, there was a traitor in the gold transport team, and they cooperated inside and outside to help Zhu Xiaotian win the gold in front.
Nowadays, the traitor's appetite is getting bigger and bigger. Not only does he want to win the gold, but he also wants to intercept and kill the big shots of the Eighth Front Army. He simply doesn't take them seriously.
After seeing this letter, Chen Baoxiang understood that only the Japanese had such a big appetite and dared to swallow the gold from Zhaoyuan.
It is a definite fact that Zhu Xiaotian and Wu Yixiao defected to the Japanese, and it would not be a pity to die.
Chen Baoxiang opened the door. The weather outside was fine and it was another sunny day.
He picked up the broom and swept it from the steps to the opposite wall, making it clean to welcome guests and start a new day's business.
"Hey, my lady has something to ask you, come here."
Chen Baoxiang turned around and saw the fat girl standing on the steps, pinching her waist arrogantly, looking arrogant.
"What's up?"
"The lady asked, do you know which Shandong cuisine restaurant is the best in this city? She wants to eat cattail in milk soup and soft fried crispy pork."
Chen Baoxiang walked up to the little girl and replied with a smile: "There are so many Shandong cuisine restaurants in and outside the city, and every family can cook these two dishes."
The little girl curled her lips: "Of course I know, but the lady said, please ask Boss Chen to help you decide. Whichever restaurant you think is delicious, go to that restaurant."
"Then you can learn how to be a fairy tower."
The little girl nodded, got on the rickshaw next to her, and left quickly.
Chen Baoxiang couldn't see through the origin of the other party. The woman had her face covered all the time, so she couldn't see her facial features clearly.
He was wary of Bi Gong's identity. Since it was Bi Gong who introduced him, he must have something to do with the Northeast Army and the Japanese.
Therefore, it is better to do less than to do more. No matter how arrogant the little fat girl is, he will not be angry.
Since someone has sent a letter, he will definitely contact you at your door.
Chen Baoxiang was uneasy all day long. Every customer who walked in was suspected by him to be Zhu Xiaotian's contact person.
No one contacted him until closing time in the evening, which proved to be a false alarm.
He closed the shop door and sat in the courtyard with Liu Yuee, talking.
"The matchmaker asked if it was true that our family was going to open a restaurant in Grand View Garden. I pretended to be humble and said that it was just a friend's investment and I asked you to take charge. Is it okay to say that as the head of the family?"
Chen Baoxiang nodded and praised: "Very decent, not bad."
Liu Yue'e sighed: "These people are all snobbish. In the past, when matchmakers proposed marriage, the people who sent us letters were all poor people, or country girls. This time it's completely different. They are all wealthy.
As the daughter of a rich and powerful family. As the head of the family, I must open the restaurant to the Grand View Garden, so that I can feel proud and proud, so that I can marry my daughter-in-law in a glorious manner!"
Chen Baoxiang was also looking forward to opening a restaurant. If Tian Dongliu didn't come for a few days, he was worried that something might go wrong.
"Master, your friends haven't been here for a long time, right?"
"Yes, don't worry about them. Masters in the world of martial arts and dragons are all cosmopolitan masters. They are different from us."
Liu Yue'e sighed: "The second sister once told me that you want to do a big business. After success, you will be given a large amount of money, enough to buy a house and land, and live a good life like a landlord. I took it seriously and thought
It's true. It's a good thing now that the person is gone and the words he said are all gone."
Song Zixue is dead. Whatever promises he made have been found to be ineffective.
Nowadays, the Chen family can only rely on themselves and cannot rely on others.
When Chuan Wen and Chuan Wu came back, they brought Chen Baoxiang a mimeographed leaflet, which listed twenty crimes against the Southern Army, angrily denounced him as a runaway general, a runaway from the government, and abandoned Northeast, Peiping, Tianjin, Jinan, Shanghai, Guangzhou...
…until now, trapped in the mountain city of Chongqing.
This kind of "escape" behavior will always be looked down upon by the Chinese people.
When the Jingkang Disgrace occurred in the past, the Emperor of the Northern Song Dynasty had no time to escape and became a prisoner of the Jin Kingdom. It seems that the Southern Army government has learned the lesson of the Northern Song Dynasty. Before the enemy arrived, the city was already empty, leaving no soldiers behind.
, leaving only innocent people.
On this mimeographed leaflet, there is a striking slogan - "Proletarian revolutionaries all over the world unite to fight for themselves and the country!"
After Chen Baoxiang read this sentence, his heart suddenly became hot.
"Fighting for the country and the nation" is a slogan, and it is also a truth that can best inspire the patriotism of the anti-Japanese soldiers in the current environment.
"Dad, the workers at the goods counter are all watching. The Southern Army is so shameless. They left the people behind and ran away with their tail between their legs. The ancient emperors even said they 'loved the people as their own children.' What did the Southern Army do? How shameful are they?
Say you are a direct descendant of China?"
Chen Baoxiang admitted that what was stated in the leaflet was all true, but the situation forced him to retreat, so what?
The Southern Army's troops were unable to repel the Japanese invaders, so they could only retreat temporarily to preserve their strength. Of course, this method also appeared in classic battles.
This kind of mimeographed booklet is actually a pawn in the battle to smear and whitewash.
If the Southern Army regains its lost ground, public opinion will definitely be one-sided. Only the Southern Army is the soldier who saves the country and the people.
Chen Baoxiang tore the book into pieces and threw it in the stove to burn it.
He hopes that in the future Chuanwen and Chuanwu will be able to face any temptation independently and will not stumble.
The world is not black and white. There is a long gray area between black and white, and it is up to individuals to distinguish and avoid it.
It's hard to start a business, but it's even harder to stay in business.
Chen Baoxiang struggled for half his life and only managed to keep this small rice shop.
If Chuanwen and Chuanwu work hard enough to hold on to the grand hotel that is about to open in Grand View Garden, that will be enough to comfort our ancestors.