Most of the time, the happiness of the confidant is indeed stronger than that of the listener.

As soon as Li Ruisheng's words box was opened under Han Feng's inducement, he couldn't stop anymore, until he finished telling what he had seen and heard in elementary school from the perspective of a child, and it was almost eleven o'clock.

Fatigue finally overcame excitement, Li Ruisheng yawned and went to bed, and he didn't forget to say: "Uncle Feng, you promised that you would continue to tell me about one thousand and one nights tomorrow." ”

Han Feng smiled: "Of course, hurry up and go to sleep!" ”

The two lay on the still spacious bed together, Li Ruisheng soon fell asleep, Han Feng, who was lying flat, quietly looked at the tiles above his head, and from Li Ruisheng's mouth, he learned a lot about the puppet Manchukuo.

This is also the reason why Han Feng insisted on sleeping with Li Ruisheng.

The most obvious manifestation of how the puppet Manchukuo authorities ideologically bound and induced the people is evident from these children who are still in school.

Naturally, the conspiracy was seen, and the little devils played the trick of the East Asian Co-Prosperity Sphere to promote their own culture by various means, which was the idea of assimilating the people of the puppet Manchukuo.

Elementary school students like Latham & Watkins have to learn Japanese, but they also have to learn how to draw maps, learn about Japanese culture, and even memorize the names of places in Japan.

Li Ruisheng even told Han Feng such an example:

Japanese teachers would even block the doors of the classrooms when the students were out of school and ask Chinese students one by one, such as pointing to the ceiling, glass, and windows, and then shouting out what it was.

If you hesitate to answer, or if you answer in Chinese, then you will suffer, you will not be able to go back to eat, you will be starved, and sometimes you will be corporal punishment.

However, if you answer in Japanese, whether it is right or wrong, the Japanese teachers will smile and happily send you out of the classroom.

This kind of thing seems a bit absurd, but Han Feng heard it famously, which is a subconscious reaction behavior of training students.

If a Chinese child subconsciously speaks Japanese.

How much shame, ridicule and conspiracy should be hidden behind this, it is simply a kind of forced indoctrination of culture.

Think about it.

Even out of school, it seems to be the same in the whole of puppet Manchukuo.

For example, if two people are competitors in politics, business, and military circles, if one of them can speak or be proficient in Japanese, he will definitely be given priority in admission.

Even if two people are caught fighting and are arrested by the police station, if one of them can speak two words of Japanese fluently, he will immediately gain the favor of the police department, and maybe the one who is not reasonable will be the one who is reasonable.

There is no way, although I am serving as the deputy director of various departments in Manchukuo, such as the deputy director of this police station, but the actual power is in the hands of this deputy position.

The deputy director of life and death has the final say, and finally came to a fellow countryman, do you expect him to be iron-faced and selfless? Don't talk nonsense.

In such a cultural environment with even some serious distortions, the Japanese language of the entire puppet Manchukuo is prevalent, and the culture of this country is prevalent, and if any Chinese cannot speak two sentences of Japanese, then don't want to mix it up easily.

In addition, the class obedience culture of this book is also vividly expressed here in the entire puppet Manchukuo.

It seems that it is a matter of course for the superiors to beat the superiors and the Japanese to fight the Manchukuos.

Most of the people fighting on the street were Manchurians fighting Manchurians, for example, the children of the Eight Banners fighting civilians, those with money fighting those without money, and those with power fighting those who did not have power.

Either the Japanese beat the Japanese, and it is absolutely impossible for the Manchurians to beat up the person, and once it happens, the police station will absolutely not ask the innocent and will immediately arrest the Manchurian who beat him and send him to prison.

It is not uncommon for me to fight the Manchurians.

Han Feng didn't know what he should be angry or angry about at this moment.

In the end, I didn't bother to think about anything, slowly closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

………………

The second day was clear, it was a good day, Han Feng got up early in the morning, but Rayson was bragging and almost overslept, if Han Feng hadn't woken him up, he might have been late for school.

Han Feng proposed to accompany Latham to school, but Latham did not refuse, but cheered.

He Ping was secretly surprised by this scene, she never thought that it was just one night, and the relationship between Han Feng and Ruisheng was so close.

After all, it is a good thing, in this puppet Manchukuo, to be able to have a good relationship with a person who is said to be himself, is something that most people can encounter but cannot seek.

The Latham family was able to live quite well, and even Latham had elementary school to attend, mostly thanks to the boss who helped his father do things.

"Okay, you guys go, remember to listen to Uncle Feng on the way."

"Uh-huh, Mom, I see."

Li Ruisheng's breakfast is usually solved by spending some money outside, and He Ping hurriedly gave the money to Han Feng, which was far more than the cost of a breakfast.

Han Feng smiled and said: "Eldest sister, I'm already embarrassed that you don't charge money for my stay at your house, it's just a breakfast, just as I invited Ruisheng to eat." ”

Albeit...... Han Feng touched his trouser pocket, and there were only the last few jingling oceans left.

It was already lively outside, and Han Feng took Ruisheng to eat some breakfast casually at a street stall and sent him to school.

When I was about to go to the train station to check the train tickets, I met a few people on the way who said that they were selling their bicycles.

Nearly a meter high, there are more than a dozen bicycles on it, and I said for a while, Han Feng is far away, and he can only listen to a rough idea, which is nothing more than Wang Po selling melons, saying how their bicycles are of good quality, and so on.

Then I saw that the businessman himself lifted his bicycle high and fell down from the high platform.

When Han Feng strode over in curiosity, he heard Na Yu himself say in a slightly broken Chinese dialect: "Our bicycle, the quality, is very guaranteed, I dropped the car to show you, now please check and check if there is any damage to the parts." ”

More than a dozen people touched around the fallen bicycle, and sure enough, the handlebars, pedals, chains, brackets, tires ...... There was no damage to be seen at all.

He said proudly: "We say that this empire is an industrial power, and the handicrafts manufactured cannot be defective, please feel free to buy them." ”

"Sir, do you want to buy one?" That said that he just happened to see Han Feng.

A bicycle is not expensive, only more than 200 yuan.

According to the standard of more than ten yuan a month for an ordinary elementary school teacher, he can buy one after saving more than two years' salary.

Hehe, of course, a mockery, a bicycle in this period is far from what the average family can afford.

As for Han Feng, who only had a few oceans left in his pocket...... Han Feng coughed dryly twice, of course he couldn't lose face in front of the little devil: "Oh, no need, the garage at home is almost full." ”

The people around were stunned, and they also knew that Han Feng was joking, and then burst into laughter.

The merchant smiled: "The garage of that gentleman's house is full and he doesn't want to buy our bicycle, it seems that I just fell not in place, and I will show you another fall." ”

Han Feng: "......"

This iron-hearted little devil, if Lao Tzu wasn't shy in his pocket, he would have smashed you to death with money.