Okamoto turned his head and scolded the bastard, and subconsciously raised his hand to shoot into the water. A layer of blood floated on the water, swirling on the surface of the river, and quickly dispersed.

Okamoto led a group of Japanese soldiers to hurriedly go down from the side path, the current was very fast, Zhao Shinan and another Japanese soldier were washed away and quickly drifted forward, Okamoto didn't care about saving the Japanese soldier, he just hurriedly threw himself into the water, trying to drag Zhao Shinan to the shore. Because Tanaka has already given an explanation, the government wants to get Cheng Yuejin's recipe. If Zhao Shinan died, how could he get the formula.

The Japanese soldiers had just taken a few steps down when they found that the river was so deep that it had reached their waists, and they didn't know what was going on when they went down to the middle. It was very cold in the river in winter, and the Japanese soldiers were so cold that their teeth were rattling, and no one was willing to drag Zhao Shinan with their lives.

Okamoto gritted his teeth and scolded: "Waste, a bunch of waste, even a branch of people can't catch it." As he spoke, he raised the gun in his hand and roared a few times into the sky, but no one dared to continue to take steps into the river, so he watched Zhao Shinan rush forward quickly along the river.

Okamoto had no choice but to climb ashore and run downstream with the Japanese soldiers. It wasn't until the evening that I saw Zhao Shinan washed to the shore by the river on a bend in the river.

Zhao Shinan lay there quietly, the afterglow of the setting sun shone obliquely on him, reflecting a very sacred aura. A few dead trees stood upright around them, and a few jackdaws circled, wailing and wailing.

He was drenched, and a large cloud of blood soaked through his blue robe. I don't know how many shots I was shot. The body was straight, like a strong dead tree clinging to the ground beneath his feet. His face was bruised, his eyes were closed, and his expression was calm with a hint of stubbornness and unyielding. This is his last silent cry, it is difficult to survive in troubled times.

A Japanese soldier beside Okamoto ran over to take a look, knocked Zhao Shinan on the face with the butt of his gun, and came back to report to Okamoto: "It's dead." Okamoto strode over in disbelief, crouched down and probed his breath with his hand, stood up and kicked back and forth with his foot a few times, stomped his foot hard, and two words popped out from between his teeth: "Bastard!"

He couldn't believe that the incompetent and incompetent Shina people in his impression also had such a strong side. I'd rather throw myself into the river than go back and hand over Cheng Yuejin's recipe. Okamoto roared in Japanese: "Isn't the pig afraid of death? Isn't the pig envious of glory and wealth?

No one answered him, only the crow above his head, still wailing fearlessly, Okamoto pulled out his gun and screamed three times into the sky. The sound of the crow's howl gradually faded away, he didn't know what kind of mood he was, surprise, annoyance, anger, how could he explain? The chasing person caught up, but he was killed, it is better not to catch up, but there is still a hope to chase after him next time, so that he can make a deal. I really can't get it now.

At night, Okamoto and his entourage dragged Zhao Shinan's body back to the post house, and Tanaka, who was wearing a bandage on his arm, saw Zhao Shinan, patted his head in annoyance, and complained to Okamoto: "Captain Okamoto, what do you say you are doing!"

Tanaka's heart was about to break, and every time he dreamed, he couldn't forget the glorious brocade. It was a magnificence that he had never seen before, neither in Japan nor in Europe. It was the Cheng Yuejin of the Zhao family that made him feel for the first time what is the real "colorful brocade". If he could produce this kind of brocade, the silver would not flow into his house like water? Not to mention himself, it was the Great Japanese Empire, if he had this kind of brocade as a source of wealth, would he still have to worry about military salaries? It was precisely for this reason that he could say that the Japanese government would send troops to support him, but he actually sent such a fool as Okamoto to kill his God of Wealth. Tanaka only hated to twist off Okamoto's stupid head and kick it out as a ball.

Okamoto shook his head: "I didn't expect this person to be so difficult to deal with. Now that people are dead, what should I do?"

What can I do? Tanaka was angry with a headache, and without saying a word, he went back to the house to lie down and rest, he was almost angry. He knows that in this kind of industry in China, a brocade recipe is the foundation of the family's survival, and it will only be held by the family like a treasure, and then passed on to the successor when the family is passed on. So except for Zhao Shinan, I'm afraid that no one will have a prescription in their hands. The more Tanaka thought about it, the more he had a headache, and he didn't sleep all night, humming and chirping in bed and tossing and turning all night.

Early the next morning, Tanaka covered half of his swollen face and went to look for Okamoto again. After this night's insomnia, he thought of a way again, but whether it would work or not, he didn't know the result.

Tanaka's own family is also making silk, and he knows that in the process of producing a silk, raising silkworms, forming cocoons, and reeling silk, the key is to dye and weave brocade. Even if Zhao Shinan knows the recipe, it is definitely not him who does the specific work, there must be craftsmen who boil, fill, and dye. These people may only be responsible for one step, but if you find out all these people and connect the steps that each person is responsible for, a complete recipe will be presented. The Zhao family has left a lot of people, but the craftsmen in the factory can't go with them, there must be some people left.

Okamoto nodded in agreement, he couldn't say anything now, he had stabbed such a big disaster. Now he listens to what Tanaka says.

The Japanese posted notices everywhere in the streets and alleys of Yangzhou City, as long as they knew any step in the process of dyeing, weaving brocade, fixing color, etc., they reported to Tanaka, and after verification, they could get ten taels of silver, and there was a "pass" to travel freely in Yangzhou City, and the Japanese soldiers in Yangzhou City would not embarrass them.

The Japanese set up a shed in front of the post house, guarded by two Japanese who could speak Chinese, waiting for the craftsmen who came to join the company. On one side of the table in the shed were ten taels of silver and a pass, while on the other side of the shelf, there was Zhao Shinan's body, and the blood was still dripping.

Tanaka has been in China for many years and is familiar with the psychology of the Chinese. There is inducement, but also coercion. If you can take the initiative to hand over the step you know, you will have a way to live; if you don't hand it over, you will be found by the Japanese in the future, and what will happen to Zhao Shinan will be their end. Whether it is life or death, it is clearly there.

The shed was erected for a day, and there were many onlookers. The old and young in Yangzhou City, helping the old and the weak came to watch. No one spoke, just stood silently in front of Zhao Shinan. An aunt brought a white cloth from her home and covered Zhao Shinan's body. The devastation all over the body was covered.

There are more and more people around, but there is no confusion. No one organized, no one initiated, no one made noise, no one was noisy, everyone came spontaneously, just quietly and silently stood with their heads bowed.

The man who can't rest in peace after death, the man who is still brutalized after death, is their pride. He has the smartest mind, the Cheng Yuejin he created, can win the highest gold medal in the world of foreigners, he also has the hardest backbone, he faced life and death morality, and made the most firm and supreme choice of a Chinese man. This is the pride of the Chinese for thousands of years.

And he is not a general on the battlefield, not an official eunuch in the palace, not a literati and inkman, not a hairpin poet, he is just a businessman with the lowest status in the Shinong industry and commerce. But who said that businessmen don't have any innocent feelings and no awe-inspiring arrogance?

On a winter day in the south of the Yangtze River, there was a drizzle. The icy winter rain fell on everyone and shattered a city.

Someone brought an oil-paper umbrella, and the men standing at the front propped the umbrella on Zhao Shinan's corpse, letting themselves be soaked in the rain. The rain shattered the south of the Yangtze River, the red splashed, the bright moon dimmed, the streamer turned to the bluestone slab, and even the oil-paper umbrella was shattered in the smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River.

Tanaka came out of the post house and looked at the dark Yangzhou people in front of the shed, and his heart was a little empty. The silence of these people, the grief and indignation in their eyes, made him a little uncertain, and after hesitating for a moment, he raised the reward from ten taels to twenty taels. But the crowd didn't make any waves, it was still silent.

In the evening, the crowd gradually dispersed, and a few men spontaneously stayed behind to guard Zhao Shinan's body. Okamoto and Tanaka discussed, "Do you still need to look at the corpse of the Shina man? ”

There was a little unevenness in the center of the field, and he waited from morning to night, and no craftsman came to report even any step to him. From the eyes of that group of Yangzhou people, he read the sorrow and anger in their hearts. For the first time, he was a little puzzled, he had been in China for many years, and the timidity and greed of the Chinese were deeply ingrained in his heart. He almost couldn't believe that the group of people who didn't want money today and silently gathered around Zhao Shinan were also Chinese.

Why? He didn't understand. Perhaps, after all, he still does not understand the Chinese.

Tanaka shook his head: "Not only to guard, but also to watch strictly." In case they steal the body. "He's seen the situation. This group of people is not easy to deal with.

That night, many Yangzhou people burned the remaining Chengyue brocade at home to ashes. Pei Lan looked at Du Zhong, who was also burning brocade, and couldn't help asking, "Do you really want to burn it too?" The Du family also has the Cheng Yuejin sent by Zhao Shinan and Du Heng before.

Du Zhong nodded: "Burn it, the Japanese want to become Yuejin." Now there is no way, but I am afraid that the next step is to search the city for ready-made brocade. Such a good thing can't be left to that group of brutes to spoil. Du Zhong continued to throw brocade in the charcoal brazier, and the brocade of the Zhao family, ordinary brocade, and Chengyue brocade all turned into ashes. His heart was already numb with pain.

Now, he can go down to his father and mother without shame and tell his father and mother that the husband he chose for his sister is a rare man in the world. This brocade, Zhao Shinan's life's work, burned it should be regarded as a tribute to him.

Pei Lan wiped her tears and secretly hid a piece of ordinary brocade quilt used by Du Ruo behind her, a light blue picture of a hundred children. If you can't find Ruo'er, you can also keep it for a thought.

Whispers spread, and everyone burned brocade as a sacrifice. In a few days, in the city of Yangzhou, there is no more Yuejin. has backbone, not only Zhao Shinan.