"Master has gone to take a bath. Sister Song and Brother Chen will sit down for a while."
Thirteenth sister made tea with her own hands. Her feet were light and fluttery. She only touched the ground with her toes and made no sound. She turned out to be a master of Qinggong.
Song Zixue laughed: "Third brother, don't be envious. Everyone has their own strengths and cannot be generalized. Last time my sister-in-law and I talked about the heroes of Jinan, she thought it was really amazing that you could cook with weapons and go into battle to kill the enemy.
Thirteenth sister grew up on the bank of the Yellow River. At first she was good at swimming, just like a carp in the Yellow River. Later, she developed the light skill of climbing on the water and crossing the water, and became famous in the Eighth Front Army."
Thirteenth sister laughed: "Sister Song, don't laugh at me. I have nothing but playing with water. How can I be like Brother Chen? As soon as the meat was out of the pot, even Chief Han's concubines gave it a thumbs up. Chen
Third brother, when can I come to your place and have a big meal?"
Chen Baoxiang nodded quickly: "That's too easy. You can do it at any time. If you have enough meat, you can do it every day."
Song Zixue laughed loudly: "You, you, Thirteenth Sister, you are shouting every day that you want to be as slim as Zhao Feiyan and be able to dance on the plate. When you arrive in Jinan, you are clamoring to eat a handful of meat. Third Brother invites you to dinner, I'm afraid it won't be the time
Are you going to accuse him of helping others to destroy your youth and beauty?"
Thirteenth sister smiled and bent over: "Sister Song, I can be exposed to the cold when I eat. I can eat a handful of meat and go without food for ten days. Mr. Zheng Banqiao from Weixian County said that no meat makes people thin, no bamboo
To make people vulgar, they would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo. I feel that if you are too noble in life, it will be boring. Besides, Jinan's meat is so good, fat but not greasy, thin but not woody.
, melts in your mouth and has a long aftertaste..."
The girl chirped, and when she talked about the meat, she swallowed subconsciously, then woke up, covered her mouth with her hands, and smiled with her eyes like two crescent moons.
"Sister Song, Master took me to West Lake to eat Dongpo Pork. The meat is delicious, but it is too formal and boxy, like an official seal. What's more, there is only one bowl of Dongpo Pork at each banquet, which is very stingy.
It’s nothing like our Jinan meat. It’s tied with hemp rope and simmered in a pot over low heat until it slurps and stirs in the broth..."
When Chen Baoxiang heard her describe it in such detail, he remembered that he had been busy for a long time and had forgotten to eat lunch, and his stomach suddenly growled.
"Ah, what's the sound?"
Thirteenth sister covered her mouth and smiled, pointing at Chen Baoxiang.
"My sister likes to eat meat, so feel free to come to the rice shop to eat it. We all in Jinan know that meat will satisfy your cravings, but it won't make you fat. When the heat is right, the fat in the meat will be soft, waxy and oily.
It’s all boiled away, leaving only pure meat.”
Thirteenth sister laughed: "Yes, yes, Brother Chen San is an expert."
The two were chatting happily, when someone on the roof kept whistling, like orioles bickering, in a sweet and gentle tone.
Thirteenth sister listened for a while and then told Song Zixue: "Master said, I only see you."
Chen Baoxiang was slightly disappointed. The four major killers in the Eighth Front Army, "Canghai, Tieshan, Yiyue, and Qingtian" were famous all over the world. However, You Canghai did not show his skills and was imprisoned by Bi Gong and Bi Jing. He thought he could see Li Qing.
God, I'm going to miss the opportunity again this time.
"Brother Chen San, I'm sorry."
Thirteenth sister took Song Zixue away, leaving Chen Baoxiang in the house.
Chen Baoxiang looked at the nave carefully. In the deepest part of the picture, under a pagoda, he could vaguely see a scholar in robes, holding a scroll in his hand and lowering his head to chant.
The mountains and rivers are majestic, majestic and unstoppable, but combined, they are not as good as the scholar.
He stood there, seemingly powerless, but he revealed an invincible heroic spirit that was overwhelming and sweeping across the world.
Chen Baoxiang looked at that man and gradually felt a shocking feeling of worshiping him.
Looking at the four words "If there is an immortal, then there is a name" in the couplet, I suddenly understand that there are people outside the world, and there is heaven outside the world. The supreme commander of the Eighth Front Army is a genius who has never been seen in thousands of years, and is the well-deserved leader of the heroes in the world.
Chen Baoxiang waited for a while, and someone came in and offered a pot of hot tea.
After waiting for a long time, someone informed him: "Miss Song said, please go back to the rice shop first, Boss Chen, there is no need to wait for her."
Chen Baoxiang left the yard and returned the same way.
When we arrived at the north entrance of Yanchasi Street, we saw a camel caravan passing by.
He thought of the two piles of coal that the family had worked so hard to crush, and suddenly felt anxious.
"Everyone knows what to do, but I am the only one who is running a rice shop, busy and accomplishing nothing. The thirteenth sister became famous at a young age, and has a famous teacher... Canghai, Tieshan, Yiyue, Qingtian are all unparalleled giants.
Hero, I, Chen Baoxiang, a seven-foot man, am I going to live this life in vain?"
He walked south and passed the alley where the private school was located. He happened to meet Xiu'er after school, and the father and daughter went home side by side.
"Dad, Mr. today taught us to recite "Yueyang Tower" and warned us to worry about the worries of the world first, and then rejoice when the world is happy. Nowadays, wars are everywhere in the world, and every Chinese has to worry when he is far away from the world.
The king, who lives high in the temple, worries about his people. After hearing this, I feel that your husband is so right. Everyone loves the country, and the country is the country. If people do not love the country, the country will not be the country..."
Chen Baoxiang nodded, "The Story of Yueyang Tower" is a good article that has spread the praises of ancient times and educated generations of people.
"Dad, there is a saying I don't understand. How do you explain 'I will worry about the king'? There is no longer an emperor, nor is there a great president. Who should we respect?"
If we put it in the past, Chen Baoxiang would naturally tell Xiu'er that the Southern Army represented the king of a country.
"If you don't understand anything, you can ask sir tomorrow."
"Sir, I don't understand either. A classmate asked about it. He said that when we look up at China, there is no leader. Let's endorse it first and don't ask random questions."
Chen Baoxiang smiled, and he vaguely felt in his heart that he had found the leader of the dragons, the scholar hero under the pagoda.
Back at the rice shop, there were twenty bags of rice piled up in the store. Looking at the labels on the bags, it was all good southern rice.
"Master, someone brought rice, saying it was ordered by your friend Mr. Feng."
Liu Yue'e was very happy. This amount of rice was enough for the store for two months.
Chen Baoxiang nodded, Mr. Feng is a rich man, twenty bags of rice is nothing.
"My boss, the rice delivery person said that he will pack all the rice for our rice shop from now on. He left a shop address. When the rice is about to run out, he will notify them directly and deliver it immediately without delay. As for the rice money,
Mr. Feng settles the bill, so we don’t have to worry."
Xiu'er clapped her hands repeatedly: "That's great, Dad, if someone gives us rice for free, we will definitely make a lot of money..."
Chen Baoxiang thought about the gold and compared it twice, he felt that even if there were mountains of rice, it was just a matter of a few gold bars.
Only gold bars can attract all the people from all over the world.
Taking advantage of Song Zixue's absence, Liu Yue'e quietly asked Chen Baoxiang: "When will Miss Song leave? I always feel that she is living in our house, and I don't know what will happen. When I was working in the store,
I peeked outside the door and saw some people coming and going, looking into our store, which I have never seen before."
Chen Baoxiang doesn't know when Song Zixue will leave. If things go well in Changyi, I believe Song Zixue will leave Jinan within a few months.
"Mom Xiu'er, you don't have to worry about it. The second sister comes and goes without a trace, and we don't know what she means. Just wait, just wait!"
Liu Yue'e was very helpless and pulled Chen Baoxiang's sleeve: "Head of the family, I have no children and I am light. If I can eat alone, the whole family will not be hungry, but we can't do it. When the news is big, I have to talk about my daughter-in-law. I have been in the military for two years.
Same……"
Chen Baoxiang was once again anxious. These were all troubles that could not be solved.
More importantly, he had a premonition that Tian Dongliu would soon come to discuss opening a restaurant.
One wave is not over, another wave is rising, and the gourd is pushed down and the gourd is lifted up. There is never a peaceful time.
Soon, the sun set and twilight returned, Chuanwen and Chuanwu returned from work.
When the two children talked about the goods counter, the most obvious thing was that there were more Japanese people on the goods counter, and they were all educated people wearing glasses.
"Dad, those Japanese are all China-savvy. One of them talked to me today, and I didn't even know he was Japanese. After a while, he talked to a Japanese again, and I finally understood."
Chen Baoxiang was also surprised. The Japanese Japs he had seen before could only speak simple Chinese, and he could tell they were Japs as soon as they opened their mouths.
"Dad, sir, the Japanese recruit translators in China every year, send them to Japan to study, and then send them back, with food and accommodation included, and high wages -"
"Bah, Xiu'er, we don't do this. Just like what dad said, if we work for the Japanese, we have to work hard and can't really help them. It's the same with my eldest brother on the cargo platform."
Chen Baoxiang felt a sense of joy as he listened to the children talking. Especially Chuanwu, who already understood the relationship between the Chinese and the Japanese.
If you sincerely help the Japanese, even if you don't fight with the army, you are still a traitor.
Song Zixue was not here, so the family had a peaceful meal.
I just saw so much rice outside, and I am still surprised to this day: "Dad, Mr. Feng is a famous person in Jinan. He can give us rice and deliberately make friends. Is it because we want to open a restaurant in Grand View Garden?"
Regarding Master Feng's gift of rice, only Chen Baoxiang understood that Master Feng was not worshiping himself, but the people of Wanhualou.
When it comes to opening a restaurant, the whole family becomes happy, especially Chuan Wen, who is all smiles.
No matter how good you are at working on the goods counter, you are still a skilled worker.
If his family opened a restaurant, he would be an out-and-out young boss.
While eating, there was a gunshot and a bang outside, silencing everyone's voices.
Xiu'er screamed and threw herself into Liu Yuee's arms.
Chen Baoxiang was startled, stood up and turned off the light, then walked out and ducked beside the back door.
A group of people were running from west to east. Although there was no second shot, it was obvious that he heard the sound of the gun being pulled.
Those people ran over and it became quiet again outside.
Then, someone knocked on the door in a low voice.
Chen Baoxiang opened the door and Song Zixue stepped in.
"It's okay, it's okay."
Song Zixue patted Chen Baoxiang's shoulder gently, her tone as calm as Mount Tai.
The two of them did not go into the north room, but went to the woodshed.
Song Zixue had a smile in her eyes: "Third brother, this time, the gold has found its real owner."
Chen Baoxiang was shocked. The gold came from Zhaoyuan in the east and was to be sent to the headquarters of the Eighth Northwest Front Army.
No matter how you calculate it, the owner of the gold is the Eighth Front Army.
"Second sister, this... this is about rebuilding Liangshanbo?"
Song Zixue shook his head: "Third brother, don't you understand? Rebuilding Liangshanbo will not kill all the Japanese Japs. Only the Eighth Front Army can kill all the Japs and make people happy. They are the real masters of gold!"
The two of them each pulled a stool and sat down. Chen Baoxiang turned on the oil lamp a little brighter.
"Third brother, you must know that you cannot defeat the enemy's army of millions by yourself. In the past, Yue Wumu dared to command the world and went straight to Huanglong Mansion because of the Yue Family Army. Today's China is precisely because of the Eighth Front Army.
, Support alone, the nation will not perish, and the people's hearts will not be scattered...".