The passenger ship Han Baihang took arrived at the dock in Fuzhou on the morning of the fourth day. After staying in the cabin for four days, Han Baihang, who was not used to the sun, covered his eyes with his hands.
"Teacher, I'm going to hire a car. I hope I can get to Sun Chuanfang's mansion at noon."
Han Baihang stretched out, waved his hands and said: "Baiyue Fujian is a pure land, and the customs are different from those of the Central Plains. Once you come here, let's make peace with it. Let's just go for a while!"
Han Baihang looked around at a few people, and then he pushed through the crowd and walked out first. Gao Hongyi understood Han Baihang's thoughts best, nodded and said: "Yes, I have been traveling to Shanghai and Nanjing for several days, and I have been on ships for several days.
It’s time to relax.” He followed closely as he spoke.
Tou and Huzi, look at me and I look at you. They are a little confused. Why are they so urgent? Why are they suddenly not busy anymore? However, the division commander and regimental commander are not in a hurry. It is not their turn to be so anxious.
The two of them guarded Han Baihang honestly, one on the left and the other on the right. From time to time, they blocked the incoming crowd for Han Baihang. The dock was always a place where dragons and snakes mixed together. Shi Shihuzi deliberately used the unique toughness of a soldier on his body.
With his temperament revealed, no matter he is a gangster or a liar, anyone with a bit of discernment will not easily provoke this group of people.
After walking for about a cup of tea, the crowd gradually thinned out. Although Fuzhou is the capital of Fujian, it is not a tiny bit smaller than the docks in Tianjin or Shanghai. After getting off the dock, Han Baihang did not take the official route but picked one at random.
It seems that he really wants to take a two-day holiday to go shopping on the loess trail. Major General Han is enjoying himself, but several of his subordinates are nervous after working hard, and both Shitou and Huzi have their hands pressed on their waists.
on his gun bag, fearing that a group of bandits would emerge from the trees on both sides.
After walking for more than an hour, Han Baihang faintly heard the rising and falling singing in his ears, like many people singing together.
"It should be on the left." Gao Hongyi suddenly said.
Han Baihang nodded and quickly followed the singing. After walking for more than ten minutes, Han Baihang's eyes were green. A dozen old and young were singing songs and tending to the rice in the paddy field with bare feet. On the edge of the paddy field
There were several seven or eight-year-old children chasing each other and playing on the road. Han Baihang walked a few steps further to the edge of the field. Looking into the distance, behind the rice fields, he saw a row of houses clustered together on the bank of the stream. Every household was tall and tall.
The walls are gray and white, and the green tiles are laid diagonally, making it appear simple and elegant.
"In these troubled times, there are still people like this outside the world!" Han Baihang sighed with emotion, took a long breath, and felt a lot more relaxed.
Gao Hongyi followed up and said with a smile: "Yes, it's really rare."
Suddenly, a woman's voice was heard shouting something in a long voice. Those who were tending the rice turned to look at the foreigners who suddenly arrived at the edge of the field.
Han Baihang smiled and waved: "Fellow fellow, how about we merchants come here to stay for the night?"
Most of the people in the field were women, and there were also some elderly men, all talking in Fuzhou dialect that they couldn't understand. Han Baihang and Gao Hongyi smiled bitterly as they met each other. Who could understand these jabbering words.
"Brother, where are you from?" A girl of eighteen or nineteen years old had the most fashionable student haircut at the moment. Although the girl's Mandarin was mixed with a local accent and was a bit unclear, she could at least make out her voice.
So here we are.
"Girl, we are businessmen from the north. We have no place to stay here, so we would like to stay at a fellow villager's house for a night. How about that?" Han Baihang asked with a smile.
The girl turned around with a smile and shouted something to the people in the field. An old man in the field seemed to have the final say among these people and responded a few words. The girl said sweetly: "Brother, village chief
It's a happy event that we have guests coming." After saying that, he led Han Baihang and his party to the way.
Several old people came out of the fields and were already waiting in front of the house. The girl jumped up and took the hand of one of the old people, and said something with a smile. Han Baihang and the others couldn't understand, so they could only act stupidly.
Stand.
The old man came up and grinned with two missing front teeth, smiled at Han Baihang, and started talking. As he said, the little girl next to him acted as a translator, "The village chief said that guests from out of town are welcome, please come to the house.
Have tea.”
"Village chief, please!" Han Baihang said, came up to support the old man, asked gossip, and walked inside. Han Baihang and his party were let into a small courtyard surrounded by four sides of the village in the middle of the village. The small courtyard
A large old elm table was set up with long benches surrounding it.
Han Baihang helped the old man sit down first, and then sat aside. Gao Hongyi and Shi Shi Huzi stood behind Han Baihang. When the old man saw it, his eyes became more meaningful, and he smiled and asked them to sit down. Although he could not understand what he said.
, you can know what he means just by looking at his gestures."
The village chief invites you to sit down!" the little girl said with a smile.
"Brother Gao, Shitou, Huzi, you all have a seat!" The village chief turned to the side and muttered something to the little girl. The little girl agreed simply and picked up a kettle that was burning black on the ground.
As they walked outside, Shitou Huzi saw it and hurried over and said, "Girl, let's just go get water."
"How can that be done? There is no way for the guests to take action." The girl pouted and hid the teapot behind her back.
Gao Hongyi smiled and said: "Girl, let them go. If you leave, who will be the translator for my boss? Is it possible that you say yours and I say mine?" Gao Hongyi is tall and tall, wearing a
He had double-framed eyes and looked more serious than anyone else, but he always said light-hearted jokes, which made him feel a little awkward in the eyes of the little girl.
"Oh, okay then." The little girl handed over the teapot and sat back down under the old village chief.
"Old village chief, this is a great place for you." Han Baihang said with a smile: "On our way south, everything smells like war, but here you have peace, which is really rare."
After hearing this, the old village chief smiled and said, "It's all thanks to the new lord." After the little girl finished translating, she added another sentence, "The old village chief was talking about the new marshal Sun Chuanfang.
"
Hearing the three words Sun Chuanfang, Han Baihang's eyes clearly lit up, and he seemed to say casually: "Oh, Sun Chuanfang, I have heard of this person. It seems that he used to be Ma Zhanyuan's confidant, but later he somehow got involved with Marshal Wu Peifu. This
You are just speculating, it seems like your character is not very good."
The little girl thought for a while and said it again in Fuzhou dialect. The old man shook his head, and the little girl translated: "What does a dishonest person have to do with the common people? Since this master came, today's rice has grown a lot."
Well, there aren't any big soldiers beating around and destroying the crops, isn't that enough?"
After the old man finished speaking, the little girl also muttered: "That's right, we don't care who is the commander-in-chief or who is friendly with whom. Whoever can keep us fed is a good official!"
Han Baihang shuddered, raised his head, and looked at the two pairs of equally pure eyes of the old man and the young man. Isn't it right? The four directions are divided, and the ups and downs of the world have nothing to do with these people. Who can let them live a peaceful life of spring planting and autumn harvest?
