Chapter 2: The Cold Snap (Part 2I)

"Ahh Rao is Zhang Songling who has rolled on the edge of life and death. It didn't stand up to such a big shock. Open your mouth directly. Exclaimed.

Just a minute ago. He also thought that the guerrillas doubted him. Was preparing to clear himself out of the ranks. And a minute later. He found out that Redbeard was trying to take his own life further. Become the core of the entire guerrilla force.

This sudden gift. It really smashed him into a daze. Let him after exclaiming. Instinctively, I want to run away." I. I. My house is open. Open a shop. Big, big shop. than any shop in the county town of Heishizhai. All. Both are large. Much bigger."

"I've been a bandit." Redbeard continued to look at him. His eyes were full of encouragement and anticipation.

"I. I ......" Zhang Songling felt that his brain was like a pot of porridge. Can't think normally at all. But I don't even know the basic program. The only impression I have is when I was in middle school. I heard the instructor in the school say that he was going to rob the rich people. Evenly distributed to those in the countryside haha. And with the size of the grocery store in my own home. No matter how you count it. Nor can they be counted among the poor.

This hesitant attitude. Let Redbeard be a little disappointed. Holding on to the edge of the kang and gasping for breath for a while. Smiled. Whispered, "What. Don't you want to. Manly husband. If you don't want to, just say it. Don't procrastinate."

I saw the other party's face, which had been plated with a layer of light gray. Zhang Songling didn't dare to say the words of refusal directly no matter what. I pondered for a moment. Respond with a wry smile. You've always had good intentions. I know that. But. But I don't know anything about **. It's true. You see I've read a lot of books. But I'm actually very unresponsive. When I was on the old 26th Road. I have never figured out what the Kuomintang does. Wait until we're here. I just feel like I'm in love with everyone. I haven't had time to think about anything ** or not."

"You ......." Redbeard raised his hand in anger to fight. Seeing Zhang Songling's honest eyes. He sighed again and lowered his arm. Ahem. Ahem. This thing. You are not to blame for this. It's me. Ahem. Ahem........." coughed hysterically. He patiently explained to Zhang Songling. It's me. Doing things too hastily. I didn't expect you to be a reader. The question is far more serious than the average person. Ahem. Ahem. Ahem......"

Listen to the cough that almost tore the internal organs apart. Zhang Songling felt very uncomfortable in his heart. While continuing to pat Redbeard's back smoothly. While discussing with the other party in a low voice." Don't worry. Don't worry. I'm really not perfunctory to you. I don't want to lie to you. I'll tell you the truth. Give me a moment first. All right. Let me know a little bit more about **. Make a decision again!"

"Ahem. Ahem......." He replied with another hysterical cough. Redbeard bent over. Panting. The sound is choppy." No. It's not your fault. Be. It's me who does things. Do things with consideration. Ill-conceived. You. You're waiting here. Wait. Wait for me one. ....... in a moment"

Push away and hold your arm. He struggled to jump off the kang. Staggered towards a long three-piece wooden cabinet on the opposite side of the ondol. Trembling, he took out the key from his waist. Tremble to open the rusty copper lock. Lean down. While coughing, slowly rummaging through the cupboard. It's been a while. Only then did he pull out a shabby cloth package from the hidden corner of the bottom layer. Trembling arms open. Trembling. He held a yellowed pamphlet in front of Zhang Songling's eyes with both hands. This. The book. You. You can take it and read it first. Give it a read."

"Okay." Zhang Songling agreed. Pick up the pamphlet with both hands, which is so worn out that it might fall apart at any moment. on the cover. A line of strong pen words. Immediately caught his eye.' **Manifesto'

"Look." Redbeard had coughed so much that he barely had the strength to speak. I had to express my wishes in the simplest way.

"Hmm." Zhang Songling didn't want to make the old man angry anymore. Promised. Turned the first page. It's still handwritten. Looks like. The entire manifesto was copied by hand. The scribe's handwriting is very powerful. Let Zhang Songling, a person who has worked hard in calligraphy. are ashamed of themselves. than the copyist's handwriting. The content of the book is much more boring. First sentence. It made him a big deal with a formal high school education." A ghost.** ghost. Wandering around Europe ......"

And what follows in the text. It made him feel even more strange. It's so strange that it can't resonate in any way." In order to carry out a sacred encirclement of this ghost. All the forces of old Europe. The Pope and the Tsar, Metternich and Guizot, the radicals in France and the police in Germany. All united. What opposition party is not reviled by its enemies in power? And what opposition party doesn't take the charge of ** to pay tribute to the more progressive opposition and its own reactionary enemies.........."

Europe. It's too far away from China. In Zhang Songling's impression. The only things that are relevant are the forts, churches and shops in Qingdao Port. And the word tsar made him feel even more alienated. Before the '918 Incident'. The most evil foreign devil in the impression of ordinary Chinese. It's not Oriental Little Japan. It's the big Russian nose. After all, little Japan only occupied a few military ports in China at that time. Tsarist Russia, on the other hand, plundered at least 1.5 million square kilometers of land from China. And his successor, the USSR . It is also the main culprit that instigated the separation of Outer Mongolia from China.

Sneaking a glance at Redbeard. In order not to let the other party cough to death. Zhang Songling stubbornly continued reading." Two conclusions can be drawn from this fact: ** has been recognized as a power by all the powers of Europe; "It's time for the ** people to openly state their views, their own aims, their own intentions to the whole world, and use the party's own manifesto to refute the myth of the ** ghost." .........

It's still very boring. Still doesn't resonate with him in any way. But the cough of the red beard in the ear. Finally eased up a bit. and secretly raised his head from the booklet. He saw Redbeard staggering. Walk to the opposite cabinet again. I pulled out a clumsy little clay pot from inside. Open the lid of the jar. He poured a large handful of black soybean-sized pills into the palm of his hand. Then look up with difficulty. Swallow all the pills in the palm of your hand in one gulp.

Redbeard is old. It's really old. Zhang Songling was shocked by his discovery. And I feel inexplicably sad. The harsh natural environment of the steppes and the impoverished life of the guerrillas. Joined forces to destroy the health of the elderly. His face was rough like an old bark. The fingers are also as thin as dried chicken feet. If it is in Zhang Songling's hometown. An old and frail person like Redbeard. It is long overdue to lie in bed and be served by the children and grandchildren. And on the steppe. Redbeard had to fight his spirits. Carry the entire partisan detachment on your shoulders . Hold it up.

Zhang Songling couldn't bear to look at it again. Lest I read it any further. You can't help but rush out the door. Publicize Redbeard's physical condition. That's it. The pair has just gone through a life and death test. Half of the ranks are guerrillas who are recruits. It's tantamount to taking a salary from the bottom of the kettle. After all. Most of the new guerrillas came from the prestige of the Red Beard. If you let them know the redbeard that dominates the grassland. He has already become a bad old man who could be blown down by a strong wind at any moment. No one can predict what choice they will make.

Sniffled slightly. Forcibly suck back the tears that have flowed into your nostrils. Zhang Songling continued to look through the manuscript. The text that follows. He didn't look at any of them. All that shook in front of me was the figure of the red beard, wheezing and coughing. Those chicken-clawed fingers. The bark-like face.......

Until Redbeard gasped for air on his own. Slowly walk up to him. Reach out and pat him on the shoulder. Zhang Songling turned his mind back from the illusion. Stunned, he raised his red eyes. Yes. You. You don't cough anymore.".

"Medicine. Old Scar is a Mongolian doctor. But. But the level is not blown out." Redbeard points to a clay pot placed on a cupboard. Pretend to be a relaxed response.

Because the power of the medicine has just spread in the body. His face was a bright red. It's like a wick that is about to burn to the end. Strive to shine the strongest light in life. Zhang Songling felt uncomfortable. Put down the hand-copied ** Declaration. Walk to the outhouse. Pour a bowl of cold boiled water. While handing it to Redbeard. Whispered a few words. And said it was fine. Look what you just coughed about... No way. You have to ask Uncle Scar to help you take care of it. Routine. I'll leave it to Captain Zheng, Captain Zhao, me and Brother Long."

"Alas. What else can it be conditioned into. I'm old. There is no cure." Redbeard can see it. Shake your head. Very open-minded response.

"You're in your fifties. How can you be considered old.." Zhang Songling glanced at him. Retort unhappily.

"This side of the plug is not as good as the Central Plains. It's cold. People grow old fast." Redbeard is full of heresies. just refused to listen to Zhang Songling's advice. Lie down and get the old scar treated." Let's not mention the stubble that healed me. Let's start with what you need to do. This booklet. Have you finished reading it? Do you understand?"

"I didn't finish it. I don't understand it." Knowing that his answer would disappoint Redbeard. Zhang Songling still decided to tell the truth." Europe is too far away from us. The contents of the manifesto. It's not the same as the reality in our country."

"That's right if you don't understand it." Redbeard reached out and patted him on the back of the head. Laughing like a fox who stole a chicken." I read it more than 200 times and I didn't understand it. If you can understand it once. Then I'm going to have to give you up."

"Hey, hey. Hey, hey." Zhang Songling covered the back of his head and laughed. This manifesto is only a dozen pages long. If you just read carefully. He's sure he'll be able to get through it all over again. But just now I was worried about Redbeard's body. The mind is not on the declaration at all. Of course, it's impossible to understand the contents.

"You take it back. Slowly come to your senses." Redbeard didn't plan to let Zhang Songling go like this. Grab the ** Manifesto. Forced into his arms." Don't break it. This is the treasure of our guerrillas."

"Hmm." Zhang Songling nodded in agreement. Even if Redbeard doesn't command. He won't break this hand-copied ** manifesto. The original scribe's level of calligraphy was much higher than his. Copy the manifesto at your leisure. Undoubtedly a happy thing.

"This pamphlet was given to me by the first ** person in our guerrillas. He's just like you. He is a man who reads books from the mouth. The handwriting is exceptionally good. The guns are also particularly accurate. Although with glasses. But within 150 meters, it means where to hit it. There is no missing bullet." Redbeard drank cool white open. While babbling about the origin of the ** declaration in Zhang Songling's hand.

"Oh." Zhang Songling was very interested in pamphlet copyists. Nodding. Respond in a low voice. Someone who can write with such a strong pen and pen. There are certainly not too few books to read. And this year. Families who can afford to pay for their children's education. Surely it is not a poor family. A young master from a rich family. But wholeheartedly accepted the proposition of **. It's not an easy thing to do. Let's take Zhang Songling himself. Sensei watched him fall in love with Redbeard, Zhao Tianlong and others. They are also willing to share their money with their friends. But if anyone dares to lead the team to copy the Zhangjia warehouse in Lucheng. Distribute goods and money to poor people who don't know each other. He must be the first to jump out and fight with the other party.

Why.. The old Zhang's warehouse didn't fall from the sky. That's great-grandfather. Grandfather. Father. Carrying a load of groceries. At the risk of being kidnapped by bandits. Selling goods back and forth inside and outside the customs. Brick by brick. Why should it be distributed to irrelevant people? When the old Zhang family was trading at a loss. Will they help with righteousness?

I'm thinking nonsense. Then I heard Redbeard sigh and say, "He is older than you. Bring glasses. It looks like Sven's. The first time he showed me the Manifesto. I couldn't bear to lose his face. Hard-nosed watched all night. I don't know what I'm trying to say."

"Hehe........" Zhang Songling nodded understandingly. I've been reading books for so many years. Shang thinks this article is really written in an obscure and blunt manner. Redbeard didn't even get a chance to read it when he was a junior high school. Of course, it is impossible to grasp the meaning of the declaration the first time.

And then a few days passed. We lost the battle. Retreat all the way from Qiqihar. was so chased by the little devils and the puppet army that he couldn't even spare the effort to make a fire and cook. That's it. My good brother Da Zhou also secretly ran to warn me. Said that the little glasses took a few people to a meeting behind their backs. Prepare to be Song Jiang. Kill me this cover. He's the boss himself."

"Da Zhou." Zhang Songling was stunned. Hesitantly asked. Impressions. The Heavy Da Zhou has never been a man of few words. Not even a person who likes to make small reports. Why would you be so wary of that ** with glasses back then.

"yes. Da Zhou." Redbeard rubbed his eyes. Sighing and adding." Da Zhou's name is Zhou Jianliang. Before being recruited by Zhang Dashuai. Just followed me. He's a whole round younger than me. I didn't expect to be ahead of me."

"Da Zhou is a good man!" Mention the incident of the brothers scrambling to stay and snipe the little devils last year. Zhang Songling's heart was as uncomfortable as a knife. There were sixteen of them when they went to Gohara. In the end, only three remained of the guerrillas. One of them was not treated in time for a gunshot wound to the thigh. I will never be able to climb a war horse again in this life. And those who died on the snowy field. In the end, even the body could not be recovered. The prairie looks empty in winter. Hidden places hide countless wolves, foxes, and wild dogs. As soon as the sun sets, it will smell blood and pour out of the nest. Eat up the remains of the war dead.

Redbeard was also very sad in his heart. but he endured his grief. Go on." I was so angry that I was blown up. With a gun, he went to the door. But the glasses told me. Several of them are party members. In a meeting to study how to help me and Da Zhou join the party. Lao Tzu asked him what it was. What are the benefits of joining the party.. But he said to me. I can't explain this in a sentence or two. I'll take my time. Just get it."

Speaking of emotion. Redbeard's eyes turned red. Tears swirled up and down inside." And then it didn't take a few days. We were caught up by Zhang Haipeng's cavalry brigade. Lao Tzu can't beat people. A few brothers need to be left behind. I haven't waited to figure out who to keep. The glasses suddenly opened his throat and shouted. Follow me. Then he turned around and rushed towards the puppet army."

Wiped his face vigorously. He raised his right hand. Five people. The five people who had a small meeting together with Lao Tzu on their backs last time. One less. They all rushed out with their glasses. Lao Tzu understood in that instant. What the hell is **.Lao Tzu since then. I don't plan to do it with anyone else."

**Member. Follow me.

Zhang Songling was shocked again. Look at Redbeard. It was as if there was a fire burning in his chest. The last time I was hunted down by devils and traitors. He was in a semi-comatose state though. After waking up, it came from Zhao Tianlong's mouth. I learned about the whole battle. He originally thought . The brethren vied to stay behind. It's out of the righteousness of the rivers and lakes. It's because I admire my own knowledge and ability. I didn't know until now. The real reason why everyone is dying. They're all *** members. They think they are worthy of dying before others.

"You said you couldn't forget your old master. Teacher. I understand all of this." looked at Zhang Songling's eyes again. Redbeard was very honest." They're all good guys. If I've been with them for a long time. I won't forget them. So I don't ask you to agree to me to join the ** now, and I don't ask you to read this ** manifesto right now. I hope you'll take a look at it too. What the hell are we ** people... Such a party is not worth joining... No better scripture. If the chanting is a group of crooked-mouthed monks. The whole temple is no better. This manifesto couldn't be harder to read. Look at the ** people around you. You'll also know what's going on." (Note 1)

Note 1: At the time of writing this sentence. It's very touching. A political idea is out of the blue. If you put this concept on your lips, you are a bunch of liars. Ruffian hooligans. I'm afraid it won't bring any good results. By the way . Compared with the redbeard and their group of ** people back then. Now a lot of ** grassroots cadres. They all deserve to die of shame.