It is said that the son is the continuation of the father's life, but in the Tang family, this point is completely contrary to the truth.

For Dashuai, it is better not to give birth to this son than not to give birth to it.

This feeling, as his life force gradually passed, became more and more profound and obvious.

At the beginning, the confrontation between the north and the south was due to the rebel son and his policy inconsistency.

Dashuai is obviously pro-Japanese, and the reason for this is only eight words, preferring foreign enemies to domestic thieves.

As for which people are included in this thief, the content is worth exploring. About in the relationship between father and son, if it violates the tradition between father and son, and violates the relationship between monarchs and ministers, it can be regarded as a thief.

The old man often has one thought in his heart: Lao Tzu has worked hard to earn a lifetime of family business, and what he finally got after exhausting all the methods, why should he pass it on to a guy who doesn't even listen to Lao Tzu?

So in the winter of the fifth year of the new calendar, the bloodshed in the young marshal's mansion, those who knew about it, probably saw the looming face of Lao Tzu behind the blood all over the ground.

In the fifth year of the new calendar, the young marshal's army mutinied.

Since the fourth year of the new calendar, after the young marshal cleaned up the Japanese forces in the northwest, the streets have been very depressed for a while.

This kind of depression, I don't know what day it started, suddenly penetrated into the homes of ordinary people.

It starts with every shop on the street, from the supplies in thousands of households.

There is no shortage of delicate foreign cloth in the shop, but the price is high--- the original middle-class people can afford to buy it, and it has become a high-end luxury item at this time; Soap toothpaste is still there, the price is not better than in the past, it is said that this is because of the different ways of import, now these because of the more distant sea, the cost is expensive, the price is naturally expensive.

Some shops were quietly closed on the streets, and some new ones were reopened.

Those who are closed are said to be "pro-Japanese".

Pro-Japanese?

The old man on the street spat very contemptuously when he said these two words, and there were traces of sneers hidden in every wrinkle full of vicissitudes: "What kind of bullshit pro-Japan, isn't it what the top says?" Lao Zhang, who opened the match shop, knew him when he wore open crotch pants, and he was the most honest person, and he was not one of those who was an official, and he saw that the shop was booming......"

The old man didn't say anything later, but the onlookers could only sigh...... Since ancient times, the people did not fight with officials, to put it bluntly, the joys and sorrows of others are just a talking point in them, even if Lao Zhang is really a grievance, who can stand up for him?

Chinese have always had such a habit, as long as they can't live anymore, it's okay to eat their teeth and flowers, as for anything else...... Who can go into battle shirtless and jump out for the life and death of others?

Originally, talking about money was just talking about it, but when this kind of inventory affected the supplies in these people's homes and even developed into smashing and looting, these ordinary people who could have shrunk their heads could no longer pretend to be quails.

Therefore, when someone raised his arms and shouted that he wanted to go to the young marshal's mansion to make a wish to the young marshal, the old man who was already in his eighties also took the hammer and scissors at home to "petition".

Although the people do not fight with the officials, everyone is thinking in their hearts that even the little foreign cloth in their own homes will be confiscated, I heard that even the electricity will be stopped, even the Japanese trains will not have to be taken in the future, and many factories that are said to be pro-Japanese will also be stopped, so what will they eat and live a safe and stable life, is it also a crime?

Besides, whoever is who, and who is at the end of the street, also went, and said that he is not to blame, so go himself...... You're not going to kill everyone, are you?

With such a thought, countless people gathered at the door of the Young Marshal's Mansion.

There, one of the adjutant generals under the command of the young marshal, a middle-aged man named Li Zhongguo, was already kneeling at the door of the young marshal's mansion.

"What are you doing kneeling there?"

"Hey ......" an insider whispered, "General Li is also pitiful, his mother-in-law likes those Japanese dresses, and she left two sets at home during the last inventory, and I am afraid that the two husbands and wives will do some activities the day before yesterday......" squeezed his eyebrows and smiled, "I danced in the skirts of those Japanese girls at night, and the patrol team was arrested the next day!" ”

Even in such a stiff atmosphere, looking at the five big and three rough General Li, and thinking about that picture, the crowd next to him still broke out into a burst of snickering laughter.

The so-called activity...... What other activities can the two couples have at night?

But after laughing, thinking about the fact that even the activities on the kang led to the situation that the mother-in-law was imprisoned, and the onlookers also had the sadness of the rabbit and the fox.

Laugh?

It's okay to laugh, but what about after laughing?

Next, is it you, it's me?

No matter how bad the Japanese are, are they so bad that they are black and white?

The laughter was followed by a deathly silence.

Moments later, the crowd erupted in shouts of protest that drifted over the courtyard walls and into the backyard.

Qu Ning sat on the chair by the window, listening to the voice in his ear, and sighed almost inaudibly.

During the investigation, she said to the person next to her early in the morning that it was okay to clean up, but it was never one size fits all.

A one-size-fits-all approach to black and white will not only fail to achieve the effect you really want, but will easily provoke popular uprising.

The will of the people is as unpredictable as the heart of a monarch, and for the common people, everything they say about loving the country and the nation is false, and it is true only by raising their own living standards.

In later generations, it was not without any anti-Japanese behavior that eventually led to excessive behavior, smashing a Japanese car on the road and arousing the disgust of passers-by--- in her heart, if their purge activities finally reached this point, then, even if the Japanese forces were uprooted, in the end, they would still lose.

She doesn't care about the history of later generations, and she doesn't care about the name before and after her, but she cares about how much blood will be shed in this war and how many innocent lives will be wasted.

But in the end, the young marshal did not take her advice.

Qu Ning was very worried in her heart, she instinctively felt that under the seemingly vigorous inventory, there seemed to be an invisible wave brewing.

At this time, she couldn't help but think of a conversation she had with the young marshal about this matter not long ago.

"I'm just afraid of arousing public anger and hindering Yu Jun's name......" She wanted to speak and stopped, worried.

The young marshal just looked at her deeply, held her fingers in his hand and rubbed them, and patted the back of her hand after a long silence as if to reassure: "Don't worry." ”

He has always been quick to act and speak, he has few words but can make up his mind, between the two husbands and wives, she is the one who talks a lot, but he is the one who makes the decision.

When he said this, her worries inexplicably flew halfway.

But in the end, it has come to this point today.

Listening to the voice in his ears, the excitement of this group of emotions that was still clearly audible from such a distance, even if he kept telling himself that the young marshal must be confident Qu Ning, he couldn't help but worry at this moment.

Madan...... She muttered to herself, "I wouldn't have had so many things if I had listened to them earlier!" Unreliable! ”

Although it was like this, the worry on her face was not strong, on the contrary, the maid beside her still saw a little hidden excitement and anticipation in it. These emotions made her pupils dilate.

In the front hall, the excited crowd had already rushed to the flower hall.

The guards at the door were shoved and fired several warning shots, but two guns were just a drop in the bucket in front of so many people, and the defense line was broken as soon as the crowd rushed.

The guards who were pushed to the ground and their heads were bleeding, and the silence in the flower hall was, in the eyes of some people, a kind of weakness.

It's just a stunned young man.

Someone sneered in his heart.

Before the hair grows, you want to fly?

I have to ask them if these old people say yes!

Without the support of the marshal, he thought he could fly?

This son is not filial to Lao Tzu, and there is no such reason wherever he speaks!

Look at the mess stirred up by this popular uprising, in the end, and see if he can clean it up by himself!

The crowd had already rushed into the gate and entered the flower hall between the pushes, and no one noticed that the embarrassed guard brother next to him staggered up at this time, and looked at the eyes of the group without worry, but a little more helpless: he kept stopping these people, not for anything else, but because he clearly knew that the hall was not a peacock, not a fox or a jackal, it was a tiger, and the tiger was in a hurry, it must eat people!

Some people think it's a chameleon, and some people think that he will be soft in the way of public anger, but the people around them know very well that they are not a soft-hearted master!

The people who rushed into the flower hall were already stunned at this time.

What they are facing is not the imaginary magnificent ornaments, but the muzzles of black holes!

The guns were loaded, and the bayonets were shining.

In the middle of the gun, on a high-backed chair, sat the master of this hall.

His face was expressionless, and his fingers tapped his thighs lightly as if beating, until the crowd retreated almost involuntarily under the light of the knife, and the retreat caused a commotion and stampede, then he narrowed his eyes slightly, and his wolf-sharp gaze accurately fell on a few people in the middle of the group.

The thin lips opened slightly, and he named them one by one: "Li Zhongguo, Sun Xu, Jiang Wen, Lin Jian......" He named the names of eight people in a row, he stewed slightly, and the corners of his lips seemed to have a smile flashing--- at this time, he was still laughing?

"It's all right." He smiled and said two words. 166 Reading Network