Jiang Jingguo walked to the window and looked out, and saw more than a dozen planes flying in. Zhou Zeming quickly grabbed Jiang Jingguo and walked inside, saying, "Commissioner, go underground and take shelter."
Jiang Jingguo stamped his feet and said, "If our anti-aircraft guns had arrived, these guys would have been shot down long ago."
Zhou Zeming pulled him and advised him, "When Wang Sheng comes back, we will just scold him. We should hide first. If we get hurt, there is no need to say anything."
Jiang Jingguo didn't show any pretense and walked down.
What Jiang Jingguo didn't know was that not only Ganzhou but also South China, more than 300 Japanese fighter planes launched a full-scale air strike counterattack. Many of these planes had just been transferred from the Northeast, many of them were cutting-edge fighters, and even a group of them flew to Chongqing to fight against Chongqing.
Carry out retaliatory bombing to halt the counterattack.
——The old residence of the Chiang family in Fenghua
A slightly fat woman was sorting things in the room. This woman was well-dressed and she could tell that she came from a good family, but her hands were full of mud. It turned out that she was squatting on the ground playing with some taro. One
The person dressed as a maid said next to her, "Madam, how about I do it? This thing is so dirty."
The woman glared at the maid and said, "These are all crops, no matter where they are dirty, sometimes they are affected by disasters, they are all relying on this to survive. Ruiyuan loves this most, and he has already eaten all the ones he asked people to bring over last time."
, now that the war is going on, it’s hard for him to come back. Otherwise, I can make his favorite dish of chicken sauce and taro. That’s my specialty. I don’t know if the chefs in Chongqing make it authentic. This dish.
The key is the chicken juice, but even if it is chicken juice, it is not really made of chicken juice. I use fish maw to enhance the flavor. Ruiyuan always eats an extra bowl every time he comes."
The maid covered her mouth and smiled and said, "Madam, Chairman, if others hear it, it will be a joke again. Besides, Chongqing is the capital now, so there is nothing wrong with it."
The woman shook her head and said, "It's different, it's different. This person still has to eat food from his hometown to taste good."
At this time, a man dressed as an old housekeeper rushed in and said, "Old madam, old madam, the plane is coming. Go and hide."
The woman waved her hand and said, "I understand. Go and inform the others. I'll go right away." After saying that, the woman put the picked taro in a bag and asked the maid to carry it and said, "Let's go."
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That woman was Mao Fumei, a native of Yantou Village, Fenghua. She married 14-year-old Chiang Kai-shek in 1901. She was diligent and virtuous throughout her life, worked hard to manage the family, and supported Chiang Kai-shek's education and military service. She was the biological mother of Jiang Jingguo, and she was the biological mother of Chiang Kai-shek.
Whether she married Yao Yecheng as his concubine or Chen Jieru, although Mao Fumei and Jiang Jie had been living in two places, their status had not really changed. Until the emergence of Soong Meiling, Jiang Jie went to his hometown in 1927 to force Mao Fumei to divorce in order to be with Soong Meiling.
Mao Fumei had no choice but to agree to the request of not leaving home after divorce. From then on, she lived in Fenghao House in her old house.
In the Republic of China, such divorced women were looked down upon in the countryside. If it weren’t for the fact that she was Chiang Kai-shek’s ex-wife, we don’t know what would have happened to Mao Fumei. In addition, Jiang Jingguo was detained in the Soviet Union, so Mao Fumei could only rely on monasteries and temples every day.
time to find spiritual sustenance.
Although Mao Fumei divorced Mr. Jiang, their relationship has not been interrupted. She is still polite and courteous to Mr. Jiang. She has never quarreled with him because he has a new love, nor has she remarried because he abandoned her.
.Every time Agent Jiang came back, she would personally cook some delicious hometown dishes for Agent Jiang, and the pseudonymous dish of taro with chicken sauce was her specialty and she would make it every time.
Mao Fumei and the maid carrying the taro were walking outside. She was a woman with bound feet. She couldn't walk fast at all and could only walk slowly. As she walked, she suddenly remembered something, knocked her head and said, "Oops.
We seem to have forgotten to lock the door of that warehouse. There are all the taros that I personally selected, which are the best. If we don’t lock the door, someone might take it away, so I have to go back and lock it.”
The maid quickly put down the taro, looked at the Japanese plane that was already a black spot in the distance, and said, "Old madam, the Japanese plane is coming. We'd better leave first. The door is unlocked."
Mao Fumei said with a straight face, "How about that? What if Ruiyuan still wants to eat and runs out. In this case, you go and hide first, I will be back soon, okay!! Listen to me, that's right!!" said,
Mao Fumei turned back and walked towards Jiang's house.
The maid had no choice but to look at the air-raid shelter which was less than 300 to 400 meters away, so she had no choice but to go in first and prepare to put it away before chasing Mao Fumei.
Mao Fumei walked back to the warehouse, locked the door, and was preparing to immediately, when she heard a huge explosion of "boom" and "boom". She saw that Japanese planes were already bombing the town of Xikou not far away.
Mao Fumei let out a sigh and said, "Little devil, just wait until my son and Ruiyuan turn around and take care of you properly, hmph!! I asked you to bully us Ruiyuan." Then she moved her little feet and walked out.
Just as she was walking to the entrance of the lane, Mao Fumei suddenly felt darkness in the sky and her back tightened. She quickly looked up and saw three or four huge bombs falling above her head. She quickly raised her hands to block something, but nowhere.
Can be stopped.
Amidst the loud sound of bombing and the collapse of bricks and tiles, Mao Fumei fell into the ruins of bricks and tiles and a pool of blood. Her eyes slowly blurred and the corners of her mouth slowly curved. She seemed to have seen the naughty agent Jiang when she was 14 years old.
While picking up firecrackers, she seemed to see the 21-year-old going to school to be worthy of Agent Chiang. She also seemed to see Agent Chiang bringing women home one by one, leaving her alone in the boudoir.
When she gave birth to her child, Agent Jiang was not even around her.
Thinking of Jiang Jingguo, Mao Fumei seemed to have returned to that night. It was the happiest night in her life. Jiang Jingguo took the foreign wife he brought back from abroad and arranged a traditional Chinese wedding according to her wishes. She and Jiang's agent sat down
Sitting in a high position, drinking tea from the two of them, that was the happiest day for her to laugh.
Ruiyuan, I can no longer take care of you. Fortunately, the taro was taken out. When you eat the taro, will you think of me, your big sister? Jianfeng, my son, I really want to see you and touch you again.
Touch you, sister of the Song family, I hope you can live a long life and help me take good care of Ruiyuan and Jianfeng... It's so cold, so cold... I really want to eat with Ruiyuan and Jianfeng again
Taro.
——Chongqing
"Bang Dang" Jiang agent took a step back with the telegram and sat down on his seat, with tears in his eyes. In his heart, Mao Fumei's status was not important, but in any case, she was also his former wife, and she knew that he was warm.
Cold woman.
Dai Li asked carefully, "About the number of funerals..."
Agent Jiang thought for a while and said, "I think everything should be kept simple. In addition, Meiling's feelings must be taken into consideration."
Dai Li nodded and retreated.
Chiang Kai-shek wiped away his tears. As the head of state, he did not have much time to grieve. The winter offensive was at a stalemate and he had to find a way.
--Ganzhou
Jiang Jingguo looked at the telegram sent by Wang Sheng and shouted angrily, "Kong Lingkan, this bastard dares to bully me like this."
It turned out that Kong Lingkan had no choice but to arrange a fleet of cars to transport Kong Lingkan's arms and equipment. However, problems started to occur in these cars halfway through driving. Some broke down and some broke down. Only today have these cars returned to China. Now those cars are fatal
The arms are being transported to Jiangxi by railway, but they will not reach the battlefield for more than half a month or even longer.
Jiang Jingguo cursed for a while, but found no evidence, so he said forcefully, "Let's transport those three cannons up first for emergency treatment, and we'll talk about the rest later."
At this time, Zhang Yaruo walked in with a stern face and waved for Zhou Zeming to go out. Zhou Zeming said, "Commissioner, let me go out first."
Jiang Jingguo waved his hand and said, "You are my secretary. There is nothing I can't tell you, Yaruo, just tell me."
Zhang Yaruo stepped forward, held Jiang Jingguo's hand and said, "Jianfeng, you must be strong. No matter what, you still have me, the Chairman, and your children."
Jiang Jingguo was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What's wrong with you today? Are you nervous?"
Zhou Zeming picked up on it and looked at Zhang Yaruo's telegram without saying anything.
Zhang Yaruo handed the telegram to Jiang Jingguo and said, "Jianfeng, the old lady...has gone."
Jiang Jingguo's smiling face suddenly froze. He looked at the four big letters on the telegram that were black but seemed to be in pale red: "Mother is dead and come home soon." His eyes froze. He shook his head and said, "Impossible, impossible.
Mother, how could mother? No way...this is fake, right? Right!!!"
Zhang Yaruo looked at Jiang Jingguo in pain, hugged him and said, "Jianfeng, Jianfeng, be strong. The old lady was bombed to death by the Japanese yesterday. Yesterday, a squadron of those Japanese aircraft flew to Xikou. The specific situation is
Not sure anymore.”
Jiang Jingguo said to Zhou Zeming, "Zeming, my heart is in a state of confusion. I will go to Xikou immediately. Chief Gu will be responsible for all frontline affairs. Questions about the government should be directed to Chairman Tang. Yaruo, we will go to Xikou immediately."
——Xikou
Jiang Jingguo got out of the car, walked three steps at a time, and rushed to Mao Fumei's body placed in the coffin. He looked at the body that was scarred by the bombing. Although it had been taken care of, some places couldn't be covered, so he could only
That’s it.
Jiang Jingguo burst into tears and touched Mao Fumei's face with trembling hands. The maid next to her covered her mouth and cried, "Master, it's all my fault. I should have held the madam back then..."
Jiang Jingguo shook his head and said, "I already knew about it on the way here. I don't blame you for this."
An old man stepped forward, patted Jiang Jingguo on the shoulder and said, "Jianfeng, it's good that you come back. Now the Japanese planes are coming at every turn. I think it's better to get down to earth as soon as possible for safety."
Jiang Jingguo nodded with understanding and said, "What my uncle said is...but it can't be too simple. There must be a tombstone. In addition, all the etiquette must be thorough."
Several people from the Jiang family and Mao family looked at each other and pushed each other. An old man coughed and said, "Your mother's tombstone has been prepared and the cemetery has been dug. How about we go and take a look first."
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Jiang Jingguo hummed and followed the crowd to the cemetery, turning back three times a step.
Mao Fumei's grave was chosen next to the Moko Palace. This was the place where she worshiped Buddha and chanted sutras during her lifetime. She liked this place. There are several thousand-year-old camphor trees growing around the palace, with green shade and lush trees. It is a treasured Feng Shui land.
Jiang Jingguo nodded and said, "It's not bad here. Let me take a look at the tombstones."
With that said, Jiang Jingguo walked to the tomb, his eyes suddenly widened, and he only saw the prepared tombstone that read "The tomb of Taijun Mao, the descendant of the descendant"
Jiang Jingguo kicked away the tombstone, his eyes filled with bloodshot eyes, he glared at his relatives and shouted, "Who!! Who wrote this? Why is there not even the word Jiang???"
As the saying goes, the final conclusion is that the most important thing for emperors in ancient times was the posthumous title after death. For common people, just look at the title on the tombstone. Different titles have different meanings. This
Xianhe Mao Taijun means the deceased mother, Mrs. Mao, which means that Mao Fumei was not a member of the Chiang family until her death, but a member of the Mao family.
Several old people did not dare to look into Jiang Jingguo's eyes. Mao Fumei's brother pointed to the southwest and made the word "Song" with his mouth. Jiang Jingguo understood immediately. He knelt on the ground and hit the ground hard. Blood slowly flowed from him.
Blood flowed from his fingers. He never expected that his father would be so cruel. In order to win over the Song family, he would not even give his mother a title even after she died.
Jiang Jingguo said word by word, "Can my name be on it?"
Brother Mao Fumei, who was next to him, immediately said, "Yes! Of course I can! You are my biological son, so it should be possible from a legal and rational perspective."
At this time, Mao Sicheng came over. He was Chiang Kai-shek's first teacher and was highly respected in the village. He squatted on the ground and whispered, "Jianfeng, just write your first name. Don't write your last name. This will be harmful to you and Mao."
The Chairman is fine."
Jiang Jingguo gritted his teeth, endured it, and nodded slowly. The guard next to him immediately went to get an ink pen and wrote "Er Jingguo stands respectfully" one stroke after another.
In this way, the word "Chiang" did not appear on Mao Fumei's tombstone.
Jiang Jingguo stood in the yard, crying non-stop. Jiang Jingguo had always treated him coldly, while Mao Fumei had always been very fond of him. Moreover, he had not lost a single status until his death. He hated him. He didn't know who to hate.
Should he hate his father's ruthlessness or the tyranny of the Japanese? He looked at a boulder next to him, suddenly took out a dagger from his arms, cut his finger, and wrote four big words on the boulder: "Blood for blood."
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At this time, a guard came over with a telegram and said, "Commissioner, the Chairman has an urgent message."
Jiang Jingguo's eyes lit up and he wiped his tears. He thought that his father still cared for his mother after all. He took it and took a look at it. It said, "It was reported that he left yesterday to return to the temple. I thought I would be home now. The family affairs are at this point. I am extremely sad.
However, things are determined by destiny and can only be viewed from afar. Those who serve the country should repay the family. Funerals in the family should be frugal and simple in this chaotic time. It is not appropriate to publish an obituary in the newspaper to avoid adding more propaganda materials to the enemy. I don’t think the future of worldly affairs will be good.
It is predicted that it would be better if he could be buried as soon as possible. I am deeply concerned about the injury of the nephew who is about to be born, and I hope to express my condolences to my aunt, mother-in-law and her family. I have nothing to worry about when I think about my family affairs, but I hope that my brother can establish a prosperous career. The funeral will be held in advance.
You can do it again next spring. You can still return to your post and serve after the household chores are taken care of."
Jiang Jingguo took a step back. He never thought that the hurried telegram from Jiang's intermediary was to keep him secret! He was afraid that the Japanese army would have one more propaganda material!
Jiang Jingguo lowered his head and said, "It will be done according to the wishes of the committee."
——Ci’an
Jiang Jingguo was sitting on the ground, slowly drinking wine, and slowly chanting, "Haha...the Jiang family world...what a Jiang family world! Chairman...a good chairman who takes the overall situation into consideration!!"
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Standing in the distance, Zhang Yaruo felt heartbroken and felt helpless. He could only step forward and hug Jiang Jingguo, hoping that this would make Jiang Jingguo feel more comfortable and warm.