The Anti-Japanese War Begins with the Northeast Army

Chapter 370 Feng Family
Seeing her leaning forward gracefully while holding her shawl, as if to argue with him, Jiang Cheng interrupted her and said, "Well, let's not joke around! Sister Fengzhi, we actually had no choice but to invite you here!"

"You can see that my first wife Huixin has not been feeling well since she got pregnant. And Xiaojuan is gone, and the family is dealing with the funeral... The military situation in Heilongjiang Province is urgent, and she has to take care of it all by herself."

"What about Xue'er? She's going to give birth in two months. I can't take her with me. But if I don't bring a female relative with me, how can I knock on the door of the Feng family?"

Before Yu Fengzhi could answer, Zhang Tingshu was staring out the window at the soldiers running in unison, carrying ammunition boxes and pushing mountain cannons. When he heard what he said, he immediately turned his head and said, "What, Feng family? Which Feng family are you talking about?"

After a moment of shock, Zhang Tingshu blurted out: "Are you going to look for Feng Delin?"

Seeing Yu Fengzhi's slightly pale face, Jiang Cheng pretended to smile: "Why? It doesn't work..."

After saying this, he didn't explain much, but sat up straight with a lazy look; his slender fingers stroked across his face and he smiled wickedly.

"No way! Everyone knows that the Feng family has been in trouble one after another. If it weren't for Master Shuai's guarantee, the third brother Feng would have died in the capital! You, if you go to him now, aren't you afraid of being implicated?"

Jiang Cheng didn't answer.

They have already hit rock bottom... What else does the Feng family have at this point except their own lives?
But the course of history tells him that dealing with the other party now is similar to buying stocks at the bottom in modern times.

To put it more clearly, based on Marshal Zhang's treatment of his Feng family, this "stock" is still worth winning over, and now is the best time and the most useful time!
Seeing that he was silent, Zhang Tingshu was helpless and leaned heavily on the seat: "You lunatic! I will kill you one day."

Jiang Cheng smiled again: "Second brother, don't you still believe me?"

After saying this, he changed the subject inconspicuously, "Okay, let's not talk about this... Second brother, has there been any news from my elder brother recently?"

"How's the negotiation with the British? Are they willing to let our ship sail?"

Zhang Tingshu snorted in a muffled voice, but still answered seriously: "My brother called me yesterday--"

"Everything went smoothly. All our belongings on the Deep Blue Iris have been cleared through customs... If I remember correctly, they were escorted by the Green Gang the night before yesterday and transported to Siping by rail."

For his Jilin troops, this first batch of tanks can be regarded as a magic weapon to solve urgent problems.

But Jiang Cheng was not overly surprised: this was all expected. The First World War had already ceased fire, and the leaders of various countries, in addition to gathering in Europe to discuss the agreement, would definitely continue to expand overseas.

It is impossible for them not to see the vast land of Northeast China. Using resources to pick up military surplus and exchange them for advanced technology to develop themselves will surely allow their strength to expand at a rocket speed.

"It's extraordinary that my brother and brother-in-law come forward."

Jiang Cheng looked back at Zhang Tingshu's still somewhat nervous eyes through the rearview mirror, and chuckled twice, "Don't worry, second brother, I have a plan in mind."

As they were talking, the convoy had already turned out of the main street of the Governor's Mansion and was speeding out of Changchun City.

The entire city was preparing for war. The orderly city defense was unloading military supplies, reinforcing the city walls and outpost towers, etc.

Huang Yongan, who had just been promoted to the position of the inner city defense commander, urgently recruited several thousand civilians and was reinforcing the fortifications along the key passes at the fastest speed.

Changchun, no, even the whole Jilin knows that war is coming again, and several cities under Jiang Cheng’s control are currently preparing for war.

They arrived in Siping almost in the morning of the second day... The Feng family was unaware of the arrival of the governor-general. At this time, a sturdy man who looked like a security guard was sweeping the gate with a broom. When he saw the large convoy suddenly stop, he was stunned and dazed.

His master was once very successful, but he fell all the way down, and he never got up again after falling out of Zhengjiatun. If it weren't for the current acting governor of Jilin, Mr. Jiang, who took them in and allowed them to live in Siping, looking at the entire Northeast... there really wouldn't be a place like this.

"Why, why are there soldiers coming?!"

The guards, carrying guns, came forward and behind, and their orderly footsteps attracted the two old women in the yard... Seeing their stern military appearance, the three servants of the Feng family were shocked.

What happened again?
It hasn’t been long since the master was released!
Jiang Cheng wore a military cap and pulled his cap into his cloak. When his military boots touched the ground, all the officers saluted.

How could the few pedestrians on the street dare to approach? They pointed and said from a distance that there were many soldiers coming and that the people over there were in trouble.

"This is, is this Master Jiang?"

Feng Delin's housekeeper Gao Shun was also startled. He squinted his old eyes and saw that it was Jiang Cheng. He breathed a sigh of relief and ran up to him in a hurry, "Oh, what wind brought your distinguished guest here?"

"Please come in quickly, please come in quickly!"

He led them in with a nod and a bow. As he walked around the screen wall, he called to a maid working in the front yard, "Go and prepare some snacks and good tea. The best tea. Our master's distinguished guest has arrived!"

The deserted front hall is so lonely and desolate. How can one see any trace of the former prosperity and wealth of its owner?

After they sat down, Jiang Cheng looked around and showed a gentle smile that he hadn't seen since Cai Chanjuan passed away: "Don't worry, I just went back to Siping with the eldest young lady for some official business... I happened to pass by Mr. Feng's house, so I popped in to ask for a cup of hot water."

His words did leave enough room for her, but they also made the title of the young lady of the Zhang family known - so that Feng Delin wouldn't find any random excuse to avoid her.

Gao Shun was smart, but he didn't expect this intention.

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Jiang Cheng, exquisite refreshments were served. He hurriedly asked the three people to sit down and he went in to inform them.

After he trotted to the back room, Zhang Tingshu turned slightly and said to Jiang Cheng, "I say, this Third Master is really shabby - from what I know about him, his family background must be much more than this, right?"

Jiang Cheng smiled silently.

In terms of age, Feng Delin sits in front of Lao Zhang. In terms of wealth, he is the Marshal's "guide" - he has been running an insurance team in Bajiaotai for many years. In addition, he had many soldiers, generals, and territories back then, so it is impossible for him not to have abundant financial resources.

I can only say that I have learned to be low-key in my life.

"We'll play it by ear later."

Jiang Cheng gently picked up the teacup, glanced at Yu Fengzhi and him, and said, "Remember one thing, don't say too much about the war on the front line."

On the way here, they did talk about some topics related to their visit to Feng's house, but the two of them still had no idea what was going on.

After all, from what Jiang Cheng said, he was planning to ask Feng Lao San to come out of retirement;

But the entire Fengtian Army knew that the Jiang family was once Feng Delin's subordinate, and once...

(End of this chapter)