From this small butcher shop, Chen Baoxiang could tell that all Jinan people were holding a breath in their stomachs, wishing they could turn their breath into iron teeth and eat these little devils alive.
After returning from shopping for groceries, he went around to Furong Street and stood for a while opposite the cheongsam shop.
Gu Lanchun had already revealed to him that Wanhualou took action on the fourth night of the Lunar New Year. He felt confident and his hatred for Lian Chengbi gradually disappeared.
"I can't help myself... I am in the Jianghu world. I am the sect master of Wanhua Tower. We are ordinary people. How can we compare? Can we sit at the same table and drink tea?"
Chen Baoxiang laughed to himself, shook his head, crossed Jinju Lane, and prepared to return to the rice shop.
Although the world is not good, the New Year's Eve dinner in the big restaurant is still fully booked.
There is a large restaurant in Jinju Alley. Through the double courtyard wall, Chen Baoxiang could smell the rich aroma of nine-turn large intestine, sea cucumber roasted with green onion and crispy braised pork elbow.
Although he is a cook, compared with famous chefs in big restaurants, he is on the ground and in the sky.
"When the Grand View Garden Hotel opens, the title of No. 1 in Qilu may not belong to them..."
Chen Baoxiang puffed up his chest, quickened his pace, and returned to the rice shop.
At seven o'clock in the afternoon, eight cold dishes were served, and eight hot dishes were ready. The steamed ones were all ready in the basket, and the hot ones were cut and put on plates. Just waiting for the guests to come to the table, they immediately started stir-frying.
When Xiu'er complained that she was hungry, Chen Baoxiang took cooking scraps and broth and cooked a bowl of chowder noodles. The aroma filled the backyard.
"Dad, it's delicious, so delicious!"
Xiu'er licked her thumb and her mouth was full of oil.
At eight o'clock, the maid arrived first, opened the door curtain, and four rickshaws lined up behind her. Four people got out, two men and two women. The woman was older, about fifty years old, and the man was a little younger.
Appearing to be in his early thirties.
The four people came in, and the two men pulled out the chairs and waited for the two women to take their seats, and then sat down gently.
Chen Baoxiang was busy in front of the stove, and Liu Yuee was serving dishes on a tray.
"You guys are...acting like crazy, acting like crazy. Such a big thing happened to the Sharpshooter Club, and there aren't even any local friends in the world to help. Is that ridiculous?"
The voices of four people floated over from the front. Chen Baoxiang stopped frying and listened with his ears straightened up.
"Yes, grandma is right."
"Scolding? Scolding is an understatement. Do you know that the magic gun can kill people? Do you know how many people have died? If my friend Fei Ge from Qingdao hadn't sent me a letter, I wouldn't have known about it. Long Qianli, Zhao Wuji, Ben Lei
The tiger died, Luo Hongying was seriously injured, and Yu Shutong surrendered to the enemy... Are you scared to death by the Japanese? You stay at home all day long, reading books, listening to plays, playing with birds and insects... Who are you? You are the backbone of Jinan Wulin.
, the spine is weak, the man is not like a man, what are you still alive for?"
"Yes, grandma is right, we have already posted a hero post, and after the fifteenth day, the Jinan Heroes Conference will be held -"
"Fuck you! It's past the fifteenth day? Why is it past the fifteenth day? Are you still waiting to see the lanterns and eat the Lantern Festival? So many people have died with his sharpshooter, and a good gangster gang has been destroyed in our Jinan.
What do the heroes from the seven southern and sixty-three northern provinces think of us Jinan people?"
"What does grandma mean?"
"The day after tomorrow, on the third day of the Lunar New Year, a heroes meeting will be held to give an explanation to the Sharpshooting Club. When the old marshals and young marshals came to our Jinan, every time they would hold a big banquet and post hero posts widely to give the people of Jinan face. The Sharpshooting Club
Who is the backstage? It's the old marshal, the young marshal... You guys were so frightened by the Japanese that you forgot where this is? This is Jinan, this is the place where the heroes of the Sui Dynasty rebelled, it's the Jia Liu Tower
The place where heroes of the Sui and Tang Dynasties worshiped was the home of the great hero Qin Qiong and Qin Shubao..."
The two men kept nodding and apologizing, not daring to say another word.
When Chen Baoxiang listened to this woman's words, his back became hardened.
Jinan is indeed a place of heroes through the ages, with numerous heroes and countless masters.
If Chief Han hadn't abandoned the city and fled, Jinan would definitely not be what it is now.
Tens of thousands of strong troops, plus a city wall several feet thick, hundreds of heroes, and thousands of young and strong common men... With so many people, even if they can't kill the Japanese, they still have to give them a taste of Jinan people
Very powerful.
"This has been decided in advance. I will post a hero post when I get back. We will hold a meeting on the third day of the junior high school to select a few experts who are brave and can stand out. Chief Han is a coward, and the men, women, old and young in Jinan are not cowards. Listen up, this is related to Jinan.
A person’s reputation is a matter of great importance.”
"Grandma, some colleagues on the road also said that Chief Han abandoned the city and fled, and the Japanese entered the city without losing any blood, but they didn't kill so many people--"
"Fart, fart, fart!"
The woman who had been silent until now suddenly became furious and slapped her hands on the table.
"Second Grandma, I just heard that the Taoist Master said it, not me."
"Kneel down, you bastard, kneel down!"
Chen Baoxiang was startled and looked out from the gap in the door curtain.
The man who spoke left his seat and knelt down towards the two women.
"Nigga, you bastard, are you filled with mud in your head, or are you just sleeping stupidly? When the Japanese entered Jinan, they didn't kill many people. How much is more, and how much is less?"
The man lowered his head and argued: "Second Grandma, everyone knows that the Japanese massacred the city of Nanjing because the defenders resisted and the Japanese vanguard suffered heavy losses, so they massacred the city."
The second mistress sneered, picked up the tea bowl in front of her, threw it hard, and hit her on the forehead.
With a bang, the tea bowl shattered, and blood spurted from the man's forehead.
"You bastard, how many people in Jinan have the Japanese killed? Why don't you open your eyes and count them with your fingers? Mass graves, mass graves, Luoyuan Mansion... What was Jinan like before the Japanese came? What were the streets like?
How many people are there on the mountain? What are they like now? How many people are there on the streets? How many villages in Zhangqiu, Jiyang, Changqing, Shanghe, and Pingyin were burned to ashes? The villages were burned, but where are the people? They have all soared in the daytime.
?”
Chen Baoxiang knew that the villages that were burned to the ground were all large villages, with at least two to three hundred households and thousands of people.
According to the villagers who managed to escape, the Japanese usually surrounded the village in the middle of the night and drove people to the stage in the middle of the village. They first pretended to arrest soldiers, tied up the strong men, hung them on pillars, and bayoneted them.
Kill the chickens to scare the monkeys, and then the machine guns will burst out, kill everyone, and set the village on fire.
"This is what my friends on the road said, not me."
"My friend farts on the road, and you fart too? What's on your shoulders? Is it a watermelon or a winter melon, an oil basket or a dung basket?"
"Yes, yes, Second Grandma is right in scolding me. My son realizes his mistake."
"Second brother, what about you?"
Another man stood up quickly and replied respectfully: "Second Grandma, I have been sending people to collect information about the Japanese and pass it on to the Southern Army. They have agreed to send anti-corruption teams to launch assassination operations in Xuzhou, Jinan, and Tianjin."
"When will you see results?"
"My son is just passing on information. The affairs of the anti-corruption group and the assassination group are all military secrets of the army and cannot be discovered."
"It's just an appearance, it's just a name... The Southern Army only sees Peiping and Shanghai, and all its forces are directed at Beijing and Shanghai. When will they reach Jinan? What you are doing is just scratching the surface. Even if all the people in Jinan die, it may not be effective!"
"
Chen Baoxiang was cooking while listening to two women lecture two men.
What they said directly touched Chen Baoxiang's heart.
If the Southern Army had the strength to go north to fight against traitors, they would have done so long ago. There is no need to wait until now.
The ones who are truly capable of assassinating the Japanese are not the Southern Army, but the heroes of the Eighth Front Army.
The internal strife in the Gunslingers Association broke Chen Baoxiang's heart. If there hadn't been the chaotic battle on Xigengdao Street, Long Qianli and others would have killed more than a dozen Japanese devils and avenged the people of Jinan, even if they fought one by one.
"Boss, you are confused! The Japanese devils are wolves. Whether it is Chief Han who abandoned the city and fled in Jinan, or the heroes in Nanjing fought to the end, they will break into the city and kill people. If they are not my race, their minds must be different... Don't look at it.
The Japanese people all over the street are smiling at us Jinan people. Look at their teeth, look at their mouths full of fangs..."
The two men, one kneeling and the other standing, both had their heads lowered and did not dare to make a sound.
Chen Baoxiang did see the savage fangs of the Japanese. Every time he assassinated Japanese devils in the dark night, he felt the ferocity of these East China Sea strangers.
"You two remember that good intentions cannot move the devil. You should treat the Japanese devils like the iron-blooded men of Nanjing. Fight to the end, kill to the end, and fight to the end——"
"Yes, my son has remembered it, he has."
"Don't listen to those traitors, can you avoid death by being a submissive citizen? It's a fart, it's a dream, it's just a dream! Our ancestors saw the Eight-Power Allied Forces entering the capital, and those red-eyed and blue-eyed demons killed everyone they saw and snatched treasures they saw.
Haha, a good Beijing city has turned into a murderous Shura field. Those who stand and kneel will die. Do you know how many people died in a massacre? "
Chen Baoxiang cooked a dish of stewed river shrimp and mountain delicacies, put it on a tray, carried it personally, and brought it to the table.
What these two women said was reasonable and inspiring.
In the past three years, he had said all the things he wanted to say but didn't dare to say, and things he wanted to say but couldn't say well.
Based on this alone, tonight’s New Year’s Eve dinner is free and worth it.
"Second brother, you practice behind closed doors in Danqing Xiaozhu every day. How are you doing?"
"Back to grandma, my son copied Zhao Mengfu's "Autumn Colors of Magpies" ten times last month, and he has been able to draw charming and charming pictures without looking at the original picture. This month, his son copied Mr. Tianchi's tiger and eagle pictures.
picture."
The old lady snorted, her eyebrows raised.
Chen Baoxiang held the plate with both hands and placed it on the Eight Immortals table.
As if the grandma had swept him away, he suddenly felt as if two sharp knives flashed in front of his face, and it was cold and biting.
Chen Baoxiang returned to the stove and listened to the grandma say: "Second brother, Mr. Wu Tianchi is the tiger king of the north, and he paints tigers in the mountains. You are in Danqing Xiaozhu and dare not say anything. What you paint is not a tiger, but a kitten."
Mr. Wu Tianchi has a tiger in his chest, mountains and rivers in his pen, and his passion is so great that he lives up to China... He is a real tiger king. He understands tigers, understands the world, has courage and wisdom, and has the world. Where is your blood and your spirit?
How could I be such a good person that I gave birth to you two cowardly guys!"
Chen Baoxiang had seen Wu Tianchi's tiger and eagle paintings in an antique shop. He was indeed a real master in the Jinan painting circle.
The tiger moves as if it is sick, and the eagle stands as if it is sleeping.
Painting masters can use subtle brushstrokes to depict the inner murderous intent of tigers and eagles. Otherwise, tigers would be cats and eagles would be chickens.
"Sister, forget it, let the second brother shut down the painting studio from today on, study hard, unite friends on the road in Jinan, deal with the Japanese devils. Painting and painting, amuse yourself in peacetime, and play when the national crisis is looming. What kind of painting does it have? The Quehua Bridge has been turned into a training ground for Japanese soldiers. Where did the scenery of "Autumn Colors of Quehua" come from? You, you, you are really prodigal..."
"Second sister, I'm just angry with the second child. How old is such a smart child, and he still copies Zhao Mengfu's paintings? When the Yuan Dynasty destroyed the Song Dynasty, what did Zhao Mengfu do? Just go into seclusion, hide away, and finally return to his mother He went to the Yuan Dynasty and became a high-ranking official of the Yuan people. This spineless man blinded his identity as a king and grandson of the Southern Song Dynasty in vain, and he was not as good as his wife Guan Guanzheng! Mrs. Zhongji left the "Water Bamboo Picture Scroll" to let future generations know, Although the Yuan Dynasty destroyed the Song Dynasty, it could not destroy the ambition of our people in the Central Plains. The Japanese thieves took over Jinan and massacred our people in Jinan. As long as there is one Jinan person alive, we will fight to the bitter end!"
"Sister, you are right. Mrs. Zhongji has been upright, courageous and knowledgeable throughout her life. She tried every possible means to dissuade Zhao Mengfu from going to Yuandadu to serve as an official. She is indeed a hero among women. Listen, you two scoundrels, from today on Get up, seal up those paintings, thrushes, crickets, and pipas, and never take them out again."
Grandma's voice was stern, and she added again: "Huo Qubing, the Han general, once said that the Huns are not destroyed, so why do we have a family? You have read poetry and books since childhood, have you only learned some lewd words and songs? Second brother, go back and write twenty A couplet, just write these eight words - "The Huns are not destroyed, why should we call home?" I ordered my servants to replace all the banners in the hall, until the people of Jinan kill all the Japanese devils and regain our country - nothing Iron-blooded, incompetent, rebellious, if you don't even understand this, what kind of man is he from Jinan?"