Lu Zuofu looked at the shore, felt that it was not good to disperse like this, and quietly walked to the first-class cabin, but he was stopped when he approached the first-class cabin, a guard asked him with a cold face, Lu Zuofu hurriedly identified himself, and the guard looked up and down and still did not let him go, but let him into his cabin and reported to Zhuang Jihua by himself.

Within a minute, the door was opened, Zhuang Jihua appeared in the house, and Lao Yuan stretched out his hands to Lu Zuofu: "Mr. Zuofu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, they didn't know you, they only came to me when they were in Xuzhou." ”

"Cultural Revolution, why don't you get off the boat?" When Lu Zuofu saw Zhuang Jihua behaving like this, the little unhappiness in his heart immediately disappeared, but on the contrary, he blamed Zhuang Jihua: "So many people are waiting to welcome you, what are you doing in hiding." ”

"Brother Fu," Zhuang Jihua sighed: "When I first went out of Sichuan, I commanded 100,000 Bayu children, but I ran back alone, how to explain to the elders of the mountain city, I have no face to see my fathers and fellow villagers." ”

"Cultural Revolution, you are wrong about this," Lu Zuofu said: "The children of Bayu did not embarrass the fathers and villagers in their hometowns, Nanjing, Xuzhou, Yucheng, three battles and three victories, my Bayu children have made great contributions, during that time, almost every day, there are street cadres beating gongs and drums to send good news to the families of meritorious soldiers, those who get good news are extremely glorious, and those who do not have it have to encourage their children to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, and those who sign up for the army say that the public, today you are back, the people of Shancheng are to welcome you as a representative of their children, if you don't appear, The people will really think that the battle on the front line has been lost, and it has a great impact on the morale of the people. Cultural Revolution, I think you not only have to appear, but also dress up, bring all the medals, and wear the general's military uniform. ”

Zhuang Jihua still didn't make a sound, but his expression had loosened slightly, and Lu Zuofu continued to persuade while the iron was hot: "Cultural Revolution, you don't show up today, and you won't show up in the future?" How to carry out your work in Yucheng, Sichuan! ”

"Well, I'll listen to you, sir." Zhuang Jihua finally nodded, Lu Zuofu's words made sense, if he faced the elders of Yucheng with the mentality of a deserter, he would not be able to do anything in the future, so it was better to take this opportunity to make a name first.

When Zhuang Jihua appeared on the gangway, the crowd on the shore let out a burst of cheers, gongs and drums were noisy, firecrackers rang out, and several old men with white beards and fluttering shoulders greeted them with a jar of wine.

"The general fought on the battlefield in blood, and now he is returning with honor, and the old man represents the father of Bayu, and offers a bowl of cold wine to wash the dust." As he spoke, the old man poured the sea bowl in his hand full of wine and sent it to Zhuang Jihua.

Zhuang Jihua looked at it, and couldn't help but scold in his heart, are you welcoming me or embarrassing me, this sea bowl is the size of a small half basin, and this bowl of wine is almost a pound and a half, and I am afraid that I will have to pour it here on the spot if I drink it.

His brain was in urgent need of turning, and he immediately remembered a movie he had watched in his previous life, so he took the sea bowl with a smile, held it high, and said loudly: "This first martyr who died on the battlefield, without their sacrifice, it would be impossible to destroy hundreds of thousands of devils, may their heroic souls live forever!" ”

After speaking, he poured half of the wine in the bowl, and then raised the sea bowl with both hands: "Second, I want to pay tribute to the brothers who are still on the front line to kill the enemy, and we are proud to have such loyal and brave warriors!" ”

Then poured more than half of it, and left a small part, Zhuang Jihua estimated that there were still two or three taels, this little wine was nothing, he drank it all, and then raised the sea bowl upside down to show everyone, and the crowd burst into cheers.

"This is the play." Zeng Zhongming, who was at the back of the queue, whispered to Chen Gongbo, who was the newly appointed director of the Sichuan Provincial Party Department, and that he had arrived in Chongqing two days earlier than Zhuang Jihua. The purpose of coming to Chongqing was to meet Wang Jingwei, and he wanted to have a good talk with Wang Jingwei about the peace movement.

"Therefore, the rules passed down from generation to generation, my brother will not forget it." Chen Gongbo said lightly, of course he knew the irony in Zeng Zhongming's tone, but he didn't think there was anything about it, the people all wanted heroes, regardless of whether he was real or fake.

Looking at Zhuang Jihua, who was giving a speech to the people, Zeng Zhongming's eyes were mixed with disdain and jealousy, Chen Gongbo seemed to understand his mood, and gently reminded him: "Brother Zhongming, you are here on behalf of Mr. Wang, this person is hot now." ”

Zeng Zhongming didn't say anything, Chen Gongbo was reminding him that Wang Jingwei now values Zhuang Jihua very much, and is trying to find a way to fight for it, so as not to upset him for no reason.

"This kid still has some ability," Zeng Zhongming sighed: "I have suffered losses in his hands a few times, and I wonder, I am very powerful when I meet anyone, but I can't do it when I meet him, is it really a martial arts star to descend to earth." ”

Just like all the good generals in the past dynasties, the people have a high opinion of the wind in the future, and they are directly considered to be martial arts stars, specially to teach little devils.

Chen Gongbo couldn't hold back easily, didn't laugh out loud, and after a while, seeing that Zhuang Jihua had finished speaking, Chen Gongbo was introducing him one by one to the officials waiting on the shore.

"Does he just know how to fight? This Yucheng City, as well as the surrounding factories, it only took him five years, a huge party-state, and a few people can do it. ”

Zeng Zhongming was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't refute it, at this time Lu Zuofu took Zhuang Jihua to the front, and the two stopped talking and quietly waited for Zhuang Jihua's arrival.

"Cultural Revolution, this is Mr. Chen Gongbo, the new director of the Sichuan Provincial Party Department."

"Mr. Chen, we are old acquaintances." Zhuang Jihua stretched out with a smile and said, Lu Zuofu was a little surprised: "Oh, Cultural Revolution, when did you meet Mr. Chen?" ”

"It was more than ten years ago, Mr. Chen, and Mr. Song Ziwen went to Guangxi together, Mr. Zuofu, and we knew each other first."

"It's rare that General Zhuang still remembers," Chen Gongbo held Zhuang Jihua's hand and said with a smile: "The general was still a young man back then, but now he is famous all over the world and admired by thousands of people." ”

"Mr. Chen, this is out of sight," Zhuang Jihua tightened Chen Gongbo's hand: "What is famous all over the world, it is not the corpses of the soldiers piled up in the sea of blood, as for the admiration of thousands of people, brother, that is a dead man, I haven't seen it for so many years, you don't need to curse me to death as soon as you meet." ”

Chen Gongbo laughed: "General Zhuang's demeanor has not diminished back then, and he is still so funny." ”

"Mr. Chen is now the director of the Sichuan Provincial Party Department, and the development of the southwest needs the assistance of party affairs. Zhuang Jihua smiled and said sincerely.

"How dare you, how dare you, you are the chairman of Sichuan Province, and I am now your subordinate, how can there be any reason not to do my best to help, the general laughed." Chen Gongbo also replied calmly.

"The provincial chairman doesn't care about the provincial party department," Zhuang Jihua said, "Is this good, Mr. Chen lives there, and I will come to visit tomorrow." ”

"I live in the Yucheng Hotel, but I'm not familiar with the Sichuan Party Department, General Zhuang, it's not me who is hypocritical, is this good, I plan to go to Chengdu tomorrow, and we will talk in detail in Chengdu, what do you think?" Chen Gongbo didn't want to talk to Zhuang Jihua, but he didn't want to make any promises rashly without knowing anything.

Zhuang Jihua looked at him, was silent for a while, and nodded: "That's okay, Mr. Chen is worthy of being a scholar official." ”

Chen Gongbo didn't know if he was praising himself or sarcastic, but he didn't look like he was angry, so he didn't say anything anymore.

"This is Mr. Wang's secretary, Mr. Zeng Zhongming." Lu Zuofu continued to introduce the next one.

"Hello Mr. Zeng, I'm really sorry, I haven't visited Mr. Wang's house in Nanjing several times, please tell Mr. Wang, I will definitely go to his house another day to visit."

Zeng Zhongming himself has no status, if it weren't for Wang Jingwei, he probably wouldn't be able to enter this circle, he is Wang Jingwei's representative, Zhuang Jihua simply didn't talk nonsense with him, and directly let him talk.

Zeng Zhongming also understood, he said solemnly: "I must tell Mr. Wang, Mr. Wang has always been very concerned about General Zhuang and is deeply interested in the development of Yucheng, and he asked me to tell the general that he would like to discuss with the general the specific practice of Sanming Cooking Yi in Yucheng." ”

"Don't dare, there are many problems in the development of the sea area of Yucheng, and I will ask Mr. Wang for more guidance when the time comes."

The conversation between the two was polite and completely in line with the etiquette of the social occasion, but Lu Zuofu obviously felt that there was no intimacy between the two of them who had just talked with Chen Gongbo, and Lu Zuofu had a basic judgment in his heart, Zhuang Jihua didn't seem to like Wang Jingwei, and he immediately thought that Wang Jingwei was the main peace, and Zhuang Jihua was resolutely the main battle, and it should be reasonable for Zhuang Jihua to have an opinion on him.

In addition to the people who came to greet the political axe of Yucheng, most of them were middle and low-level officials of the national political axe, as well as most of the business people who invested and set up factories in Yucheng, and there were few people who really had weight, Chen Gongbo was already relatively weighty in it, such as Lin Sen, Wang Jingwei, Dai Jitao, Ju Zheng, these Kuomintang veterans did not appear at all, and even Yang Yongtai, Zhang Jingjiang, Yu Qiaqing, and Mei Yuntian did not appear. However, there are also some who appear, such as Tian Songyao, Zhang Sike, and Deng Hanxiang came from Chengdu together to welcome Zhuang Jihua back to Sichuan, but in the scene of the dock, they didn't have time to chat in detail.

In addition to these special trips, there were also a large number of reporters, but to the disappointment of the reporters, Zhuang Jihua only issued a brief statement and left, leaving no time for the reporters to ask questions, and the reasons he put forward were also very Zhuang style.

"I know you have a lot of questions to ask, but I'm sorry, I have to go home, I've been out for more than two years, and the two children don't know if they know me as a father, so I have to be sorry for everyone, go home first to see my wife and children, and of course my parents, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

As he begged for mercy, he walked towards the boat, which was still waiting on the dock. When he arrived at the Guanyin Bridge Wharf, Zhuang Jihua saw the person he had been missing.

There was a crowd of people gathered on the dock, there were no banners, no noisy gongs and drums, and no welcoming crowd.

Far away, the three figures were in front of the crowd, the river breeze blew her skirt and hair, but it still couldn't blow away their anxious gaze, even if it was so far away, he was still stabbed by a few glances, it was the expectation of relatives.

(To be continued)