Old Movies of the Republic of China II

The "meeting" ended, and all the warlords went home.

Back on Fengtian’s blue steel car, Qinghe was knocking walnuts for Zhang Zheng. His nails were longer than those of ordinary women—Hou Xiao even teased and asked if he wanted to give him some golden armor—while knocking the walnuts Be especially careful to avoid frustration, the white and slender fingers and well-maintained shiny nails set against the round walnuts, choking Hou Xiao's teasing words in his throat.

He doesn't feel like he's broken, but he appreciates beauty.

Zhang Zheng casually threw a newspaper on the table, Hou Xiao picked it up and looked at it, "Miao Chuwu?"

Miao Chuwu's original name was Miao Xiao, and he changed his name to Chuwu after returning from overseas. Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, had no face to see Jiangdong's father and elders commit suicide in Wujiang.He also published an article of thousands of words in the newspaper, explaining that the reason why he changed his name was to be on guard all the time, not to forget the tragedy of the overlord wandering on the Wujiang River, forced by villains, and hated by the people.

At that time, he was not the famous "Mr. Miao" who was later famous. Many political literati wrote half-baked articles to ridicule him, one of them was particularly bitter, saying, "Chuwu owl, it's not good to see it, and it will be evil if you walk with cats." , not long."

It is taken for granted that "Mr. Miao" really made this "can't grow" man unable to grow.

Hou Xiao crossed his feet, shook the newspaper twice, and said disdainfully, "Look at what this crow is screaming again."

Hou Xiao cleared his throat, "Chu Wu's actions are actually for the common people of the world, so what's the pity for their mere reputation?..."

Hou Xiao is really a humorous person, he is used to making fun of, imitating Miao Chuwu's words so vividly, Qing He couldn't help laughing.

After he read a long passage, Zhang Zheng said: "This Mr. Miao really regards himself as a great hero who endured humiliation and saved the people from the fire and water."

Qinghe said: "What he wrote seems to make sense, but it doesn't stand up to scrutiny."

Hou Xiao raised his eyebrows: "Where can't stand up to scrutiny?"

"He said that he voted for Japan in order to continue the blood of Yan and Huang. However, in the current situation, we may not lose. He said that the Japanese are too powerful, and the national army is too low. I don't think this Mr. Miao is not clear about the war. situation, he wrote it just to confuse the unsteady."

In the capital, no matter whether it is ordinary people with flat hair or new-style people in suits and leather shoes, people gather to discuss war and politics all the time.Qinghe heard many comments on current affairs from various people, some of which he thought were reasonable, while others were not.

Some people are supporters of Miao Chuwu, who believe that the reason why he bears the infamy is that he is pessimistic and desperate about the war, and hopes that the Chinese nation can continue when the war is defeated, so that the country will not be destroyed.Among these people, some even fully supported Miao Chuwu, believing that this backward country would collapse under the aggression of Japan and the big powers.

Qinghe doesn't think so.

This war is different from the big and small wars that have occurred in this ancient land in the history of civilization for thousands of years. It is not a simple struggle for power, it is not a life-and-death battle between regimes, and it is not even a battle between two different nations. , but a war of subjugation and genocide.

The massacre is not far away, and the attitude of the Japanese military towards the Chinese people is obvious. Even if Miao Chuwu is right and the war really ends in Japan's victory, how will they treat the Chinese who are still alive?Historically, during Genghis Khan’s western expedition, Semuren Sai Dianchi Shan Siding led thousands of riders to surrender, and the Yuan Dynasty gave the Semuren "preferential treatment" by listing the upper-level figures as the second among the fourth-class people in the country However, the lower-level Semu people were in a powerless position, and many poor people became slaves.

People who are awake will naturally recognize this, and people who don't want to wake up will not wake up anyway.

Hou Xiao shrugged his shoulders and said: "I can't see it. These warlords seem to be fighting hard with the Japanese army. Who knows what they are fighting in private. Moreover, the left party and the right party are good brothers today. The next day will fight you to death. In the future It will inevitably be another big battle, but I don’t know how long they can endure.”

"Warlord" Zhang Zheng looked over expressionlessly.

Hou Xiao sneered and said, "It's just chatting, Zheng'er, don't take it seriously."

Zhang Zheng said: "If there is no internal fighting, Dongying has nothing to fear."

He once asked Zhang Yishan to transfer all the elite soldiers to the battlefield, but Zhang Yishan thought deeper and farther than he did.With their military strength, it is not difficult to separate one side, and it is not difficult to deal with the Ronin army, but it is very difficult to achieve long-term prosperity.His old book cannot be broken on the Sino-Japanese battlefield.

Zhang Zheng is not without regrets.

But he understands his father, in this era of warlords, the army is the foundation.

It's a pity that everyone is doing their own thing, when will the land of China be restored to peace?

Hou Xiao smiled and said disapprovingly: "Except for China, there has never been a country whose history is entangled with internal strife and inseparable. Maybe this is the tradition."

Qing He shook his head, what kind of tradition is this.

Zhang Zheng didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, and instead said, "Tell me, why didn't you return to Xiangdao with Hou Cui?"

Hou Xiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he was still talking about family and country affairs last moment, why did this talk about him again.

"I don't want to go back. It's not like you don't know, whoever gets involved in the Hou family's mess is unlucky. Instead of going back and fighting with them, I might as well be your adjutant for the rest of my life!"

"Why, being Lao Tzu's adjutant has wronged you?"

Hou Xiao grabbed a handful of Qinghe's peeled walnuts, and said vaguely while eating: "I didn't say that!"

"You can't go back if you don't want to? I don't believe Hou Cuigui is so easy to dismiss."

Hou Xiao smiled wryly.

When he went to Fengtian, the third uncle refused to agree with him. If Mr. Hou Da hadn't had a long talk with him, he might not even be able to leave Xiangdao.

Hou Xiao doesn't like to be taught by others, nor is he influenced by the strict family values. Even his grandfather can't force him to do what he really doesn't want to do, but this third uncle who always looks sick can always control him. Him, let him do what he wants to do without knowing it.

Hou Xiao sighed and said, "I promised him that if the Northeast battlefield is tight, I will go back immediately. And in the future, my marriage must be arranged by him. I will marry whoever he asks me to marry."

He complained bitterly: "It's not even a feudal society here anymore, and he didn't receive a feudal education. Why does he still want to arrange a marriage for me? I really don't understand. You said that if he asked me to marry a Hedong lion in the future, Do I still want to live?"

He remembered that Zhang Zheng was also "arranged marriage", Yu Yu said: "I didn't expect that you and my brother can't even decide their own marriage. It's really pitiful."

His expression was very exaggerated, it looked like he was joking, but Zhang Zheng knew he was really dissatisfied because of this, Hou Xiao was a person who even complained and made people think he was joking.

"Since you don't want to, don't promise him, can he still tie you back?" Zhang Zheng said flatly.

Hou Xiao smiled wryly: "Even if my father came, I wouldn't be so passive. But my third uncle is not in good health, so I dare not make him angry... I don't know why, but when I'm in front of him, I feel cowardly."

Zhang Zheng's thin lips parted lightly: "Sorrow for his misfortune, anger for his indisputability."

Hou Xiao wasn't in the mood for a verbal war with him, so he just told him, "Zhenger, you must fight hard, I don't want to go back and marry someone I've never met. In the future, if we win the battle, I'll become a general too. Then he has no reason to force me to go back."

Zhang Zheng said with a half-smile, "Maybe he can send someone over to marry you here."

Hou Xiao pulled his lips: "I accept your good words!"

They came and talked lively, Qinghe quietly read the newspapers aside, before getting into the car, they bought a copy of all the newspapers on the street.

He saw a line of words and asked in surprise, "Hou Changsheng and his wife? Aren't they sister Yuzhi's parents?"

Both Zhang Zheng and Hou Xiao looked over, and Qing He said: "The newspaper said they sold their properties to donate to the War of Resistance. The newspaper reporter went to interview them, but they didn't even see anyone."

After Hou Yuzhi died for the country, Qinghe sent money to Hou Yuzhi's home in Beijing every month, and it has been a year now.But he only knew that the two old men were in good health, and he had never paid attention to their lives.

Qinghe's face changed slightly: "They even donated the house..."

The old people missed the past, not to mention that it was the place where their only daughter grew up, and they would not sell it easily, not to mention that they had ample money and were not short of money.

There was only one explanation, and that was that they knew their daughter was dead.

At that time, everyone couldn't bear to let the old man know the bad news, but no matter what the process was, they finally knew.

Hou Xiao said: "They understand righteousness so well, no wonder they can raise a daughter like Sister Yuzhi."

Qinghe looked at Zhang Zheng inquiringly, Zhang Zheng understood what he meant, and said, "When you arrive at the barracks, call Du Zhongyuan and ask him to take the child to visit the capital."

Hou Xiao also said, "They must be very happy to know that Sister Yuzhi has a child left in this world."

Qing He nodded.

Zhang Zheng filled his mouth with peeled walnuts.

Hou Xiao stopped reading, threw the newspaper aside, and said, "The stuff written by this old xiao would stink even if I wiped my ass!"

Zhang Zheng: "..."

He smashed the walnuts on Hou Xiao's body.

Hou Xiao smiled awkwardly: "Isn't it okay if I don't talk about it?"

Outside the train, the bleak winter scenery flashed by quickly, Hou Xiao called a few brothers to play cards, and Qing He flipped through other newspapers.

Zhang Zheng closed his eyes and rested his mind, Qinghe knew that he was digesting a lot of information from the capital, Zhang Zheng couldn't just be a simple general, he had to shoulder much more than this.

As the sky darkened, Hou Xiao threw away his cards and went to sleep, and the soldiers also dispersed. There were only the two of them left in this carriage. Qing He quietly found a book to read. He still had a lot to learn. With Zheng around, he can learn things that he can never learn in books, but this does not mean that he can give up books.

Qiao Xingzhi's demeanor made him envious. He hoped that he could also have some cultural accumulation. He didn't have the opportunity to get in touch with these in the past. It's not too late to start now.