I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

When Chen Feng returned home, it was almost noon. His father had not gone out to work and had been waiting at home for the whole morning. He was relieved to see Chen Feng coming back. He saw a rifle hanging on one shoulder of his son and a large iron box on the other shoulder. He thought that his son had found something from Zhang Liang in Beizhuang again, so he didn't pay much attention. Chen Feng put down the box, went out and closed the door, which aroused Chen Weiping's curiosity. When his son opened the box, he was stunned instantly. There were four pistols on top and bullets underneath. Before he could finish being surprised, Chen Feng found a basket and poured all the bullets into the basket, revealing the moisture-proof cloth under the box. When his son took out the things together with the package, put them on the table and opened the moisture-proof cloth, Chen Weiping was more than surprised. He stared at his son with his eyes wide open in shock. More than a dozen large yellow croakers and a bunch of small yellow croakers dazzled Chen Weiping's eyes. Chen Feng took out a handful of small yellow croakers and pushed the rest to his father along with the moisture-proof cloth:

This is the spoils given to me after I helped Zhang Liang and his men wipe out a group of bandits last night. Dad, keep it well. Troubled times are coming. Don't buy land with it. You might need it in the future.

Chen Weiping's mind was a little heavy. Eliminate the bandits? And then? Is this still his naughty son? Why? Oh! Why else? Last time he said that his mother died of illness because of bandits, his son gritted his teeth at that time. He should have thought of it earlier! He was also a cheap mouth. Why did he say these things! If his son lost his life because of fighting bandits. How could he go down to see her?

Seeing that his father was lost in thought, Chen Feng thought that his father was excited to see so much money, so he said to him:

Dad, you don’t have to be too frugal. There are a lot of bandits nearby. I will go fight them when you run out of money.

Chen Weiping was furious after hearing this. What is this? Beat them up after they have spent all their money. They are bandits, not a group of ownerless sheep. You can take them away whenever you want. He picked up a broom on the ground and started beating Chen Feng:

I have never been willing to hit you since you were little! Last time you were injured and almost died, I thought if you couldn't hear it, I would follow you to find you and your mother. You finally recovered and you went to fight bandits? I was scared when you went hunting, but you went to fight bandits? Why don't you go fight the Japanese devils?

After beating Chen Feng, he felt distressed again. He threw away the broom and squatted on the ground in silence.

Chen Feng was completely confused, with a big question mark on his face. This rhythm was wrong! Shouldn't he praise himself first, then cook a good meal for himself, and then hide the gold and let himself have a good rest?

But the old man still felt sorry for himself, and he swung the broom high, but he was not willing to use much force. Seeing that he felt worse than himself after the beating, he hurriedly comforted the old man:

I'm just going to be a gunman. When they rush forward, I'll hide behind and shoot them. You know my shooting skills, that's why they don't want me to fight to the death. Dad, are you serious about what you said just now about going to fight the Japanese?

Seeing that his father was looking for the broomstick again, he said quickly:

Dad, I was just kidding. The Japanese devils are still in Beijing. Seeing that Dad was no longer so excited, Chen Feng felt that he would have to show his cards sooner or later, so he took this opportunity to confess! In order to avoid being nervous in the future, he helped Dad up and brought a bench for him to sit down:

Dad, don't be angry when I tell you something. The Japanese are coming soon. They will reach us by next spring at the latest. I don't want to be a slave of a conquered country. You know I'm a good shooter. When the time comes, I will organize a unit to fight the Japanese. I have already discussed it with Zhang Liang and the others. We won't go far. We will fight guerrilla warfare near Baoduqiao and will never let the Japanese enter the surrounding villages to harm the people.

Chen Weiping looked at his son's serious and organized speech and sighed. He could no longer control him. His son was grown up and he was powerless. However, he still couldn't accept it and wanted to persuade his son to give up the idea:

There are so many Japanese and they are so terrifying that even the Nationalist government can't do anything about them. What can you do with just a few people?

Don't worry, Dad. I won't be stupid enough to fight the Japanese head-on. I will fight if I can win, and run away if I can't. Just think about it, when the Japanese come, if they enter the village, they will burn, kill, and loot, and no one will care or fight. A village like ours will be destroyed in a fire. Even if the villagers can escape, how will they live in the future? When chaos comes, they won't even have a place to beg for food, and they will starve to death.

No matter how Chen Feng persuaded him, Chen Weiping found it hard to understand. Other children think about getting married and having children when they reach the age, but why is his child so wild? How can he live if something happens? However, seeing his son's serious look, he couldn't pull him back. Unless he broke his legs and tied them up at home, would he be willing to do that? There was a long silence, and the atmosphere in the room was very depressing. Chen Feng had to try his best to convince his father, so as not to let the poor old man be sad again:

Dad, don't worry. What I said is just speculation. The Japanese may not come. I will form a team with Zhang Liang first. When the Japanese don't come, we can train them to defend against bandits or lead the team to run business. It's all possible! Don't you also want your son to have a bright future? Staying in the village all day to hunt wild boars, when will he have a bright future? Besides, there are not so many wild boars to hunt!

Chen Weiping was led astray by his son. He had told his son many times that he should be successful when he grew up, but he never thought of his son fighting bandits or Japanese. He wanted to refute but could not think of a reason. He looked up at his son and became even more silent.

Chen Feng used his trump card:

Father, think about it. Your son stays in the village all day. Even if he gets married and gives you a big fat grandson, he might get attacked by bandits or Japanese devils one day. How terrible it would be. But what if your son leads the army to fight? Maybe he will become a high-ranking official one day. Given his conditions, isn't this normal? When your son becomes a high-ranking official, he will have several concubines and a bunch of boys and girls. Your house will not be able to accommodate them. Will you be happy then?

Chen Weiping was amused by his son's talk about concubines and boys and girls, but he immediately frowned again, knowing that he could not convince his son, and sighed:

Forget it, Dad doesn't care anymore, do whatever you want! Dad doesn't care about high positions, just don't lose your life, Dad can live for a few more years, you have to walk the road ahead by yourself, Dad won't advise you anymore, but I still say that you must pay attention to safety no matter where you are, and saving your life is the first priority. If you are gone, there is nothing to talk about. There is another thing, when you form a team, you can't harm the people and do illegal things, otherwise even if you become a commander, Dad will not let you enter this house.

Chen Feng looked at his sad father and felt a little sad. His father still felt sorry for him. Even though he was scared to death, he didn't want to make things difficult for him. His eyes were a little red:

Don't worry, Dad. I will protect myself. I will listen to you. Safety comes first at all times.

Chen Weiping heated up the food for his son, watched him finish his meal, pack up his guns and ammunition and go to bed, carefully wrapped the gold given by his son in oilcloth, buried it carefully in the cowshed, covered it and marked it, and went to work in the fields. It might take him a long time to turn this corner.