Chapter 64: Holding a Little Hand, the Past of the County Magistrate

Yang Tianfeng pondered, letting his third aunt show his face too much, this is a little difficult, but it is not hopeless.

Zhao Yurou continued: "Don't worry, I will never do anything to disgrace you and the Yang family. I swear that before the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, I will never talk about personal feelings, and I will never betray you. ”

Yang Tianfeng stroked his forehead gently, things had developed to this point, he didn't expect it, he thought that Zhao Yurou was probably going to leave here, but he didn't think that she would want to stay by his side.

The titular husband and wife are not allowed to touch it, and they are boring. However, Zhao Yurou's solemn oath also moved him a little. Hot-blooded youth, this is the real angry youth who loves the country and the people. Although sometimes they make two mistakes, who hasn't done anything wrong when they're young?

Yang Tianfeng walked around the ground twice, came to Zhao Yurou, nodded helplessly, and said, "Okay, you can do this for the time being." However, you have to act like a husband and wife outside, so that others don't talk nonsense, right? ”

Zhao Yurou looked at Yang Tianfeng ignorantly, not quite understanding the meaning of Yang Tianfeng's words.

Yang Tianfeng stretched out his hand, with a posture of inviting dance. Zhao Yurou understood, hesitated for a moment, and slowly stretched out her hand.

The two hands were held together, one big and one small, one was hot and the other was a little cold. Yang Tianfeng looked at Zhao Yurou with a smile, until she blushed and rolled her eyes helplessly, then she smiled and let go of her hand, but touched Zhao Yurou's face.

Calm, calm, it is not easy to get this result. Zhao Yurou glared at Yang Tianfeng angrily, and was deflated like a ball.

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The moon shone in the sky like a transparent veil, gently spreading over the earth, spreading smoke.

Yao Zongfa sat on the bow of the boat, looking at the wind-blown reeds around him, unable to sleep. There was a bang, I don't know what made a sound in the water, Yao Zongfa couldn't help but tremble, a faint sorrow suddenly rose in his heart, his heart was in a trance, he lowered his head, and fell into deep thought.

He is already in his 40s, and he has been in the political circles for more than 10 years. Yao Zongfa is still honest as an official, and he has not done much to flatter his superiors and subordinates, and he has not done many ugly things such as flattering his superiors and subordinates, and he has been dealing with official affairs with trembling all day long.

That's it, it's not easy for Mingzhe to protect himself, where can he dare to expect anything to soar. Needless to say, the ambition of "serving the people" in the early years has been left behind, and those who are just in their forties are already in a depressed mood, with a few gray hairs, and they are quite premature.

As soon as the cannon rang out at the Lugou Bridge, Yao Zongfa's blood boiled, and the Kuomintang and the Communist Party ended the ten-year bloody war and fought against Japan. Jiang ZS's speech on Lushan made him even more excited, and he longed for "the day of the All-People's War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression," that is, "the time to reform politics." He thought that as soon as the war broke out and the whole country rose up, not only would there be hope for saving the country, but also some necessary reforms would be made to dirty politics. With the mood of "dead wood in spring, resurrection", Yao Zongfa happily accepted the appointment of the national government to serve as the county magistrate of Wuyang County, determined to do something truly beneficial to the people in the context of the national war of resistance.

However, what kind of reception did the county give him?

On the second day of his arrival, Master Li from the original county government came to pay a visit. This master, who has assisted more than a dozen county magistrates, knows everything from three religions and nine streams, has two pointed lips, a good knife and pen in one hand, and has sufficient officialdom experience in observing faces and seeing the wind and steering the rudder.

Master Li's first instruction to Yao Zongfa was to first visit the local tyrants and celebrities and gentry, and without thinking, he memorized a large list of lists. Yao Zongfa is well aware of this officialdom experience, but he is surprised that the anti-Japanese storm that the whole people have risen up to resist has not even broken this bad habit. So, with the mentality of following the local customs, he asked for more support from these people in the war, and accepted Master Li's guidance.

The first time he visited, Yao Zong found that when he thought about it, he still felt that the cold air ran from the top of his head to his heels. Wang Jinqing's family has a great cause, and he has the support of his brother in the provincial party department, so he naturally became the first object of his visit. Wang Jinqing accepted his visit very happily, and invited several celebrities and gentry to accompany him.

But when it came to his views on the current situation, Yao Zongfa was taken aback. Wang Jinqing has repeatedly praised the so-called 14-character mantra put forward by Zhang Qun of the Department of Political Science that "peace will be chaotic, war will be defeated, defeat will be followed by peace, and peace will follow." He praised it as a national policy, and said that it was imperative to accept it. The celebrities and gentry present also praised Wang Jinqing's lofty remarks, and their final conclusion was nothing more than to wait and see the situation and not act rashly.

Yao Zongfa was silent, his heart was cold, he resigned gloomily and no longer went to visit any celebrities and gentry, this kind of behavior was naturally a big rebellion in the eyes of celebrities and gentry.

As a result, Yao Zongfa lost the support of the first force here.

The division was unfavorable, but this first punch did not knock Yao Zongfa down, and he continued to make new attempts. Although there is no regular army in Wuyang County, there are many large and small militia groups. In his mind, these bloody men would not be completely people who endured humiliation and stealed their lives. He sent out invitations to invite these armed leaders to a banquet to discuss with them the plan to resist Japan and save the country.

The banquet was held in the Temple of Literature, which was carefully arranged by Yao Zongfa. That day was really lively, and almost all the leaders of Wuyang County, large and small, who mastered the barrel of the gun, arrived. The chiefs of all walks of life talked loudly and shouted, the tables and chairs and benches were pulled up with a loud sound, and the sound of guessing fists shook the roof.

Yao Zongfa is not disgusted by these rude actions, he thinks that in this era of great ****, this kind of chivalrous and impassioned spirit is needed, and it is time to put it away with gentleness and frugality.

In the sparse applause, Yao Zongfa delivered a short and incisive speech, to the effect that when the country is in trouble, when the strong man uses his life, you are the dry city of the township, the vanguard of the nation, and I and the people of the county have high hopes.

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, they suddenly fell silent, and the leaders stared at each other, and they didn't even dare to let out a fart. After pondering for a while, someone finally spoke, but he avoided talking about fighting devils and protecting his homeland, and raised a series of issues such as military salaries and equipment.

The other leaders followed up with a messy bunch of unwanted demands. Later, they talked about some things that conflicted with each other's interests, arguing and shouting, scolding, and finally someone pulled out a dagger, someone drew a pistol, and the banquet turned into a martial arts arena.

All hopes were in vain, Yao Zongfa saw the Venus in front of him, his ears were buzzing, he staggered out of the Temple of Literature, went straight back to his residence, threw himself on the bed, and didn't get up for a long time.