"My family lives in the east of Haicheng, the family has both children and daughters, Botian has a slight five or seven ridges, and the tiled house is never permeable," In the blazing firelight, the crippled Feng knocked on the bamboo board in his hand, and started singing with his mouth missing a few teeth, although the voice was sharp but not harsh, after singing the four sentences, he began to read the white, "I think at the beginning, my old Feng was also a face-to-face person in Haichengwei...... The wife is virtuous and the son is filial, and the small life is very nourishing...... Who saw me, didn't give a thumbs up, and praised the blessed person? …… I never thought about that day, alas, that day! ”

"I heard the sound of the drum horn shaking the sky, the sound of hooves rumbling from the north, the Tartar slaves were as ferocious as wild beasts, and the sea city was full of bloody flesh from now on," after singing four more sentences, the crippled Feng seemed to recall the unbearable past, the lame leg trembled slightly, and the only remaining eye also had a sparkle in it, "The Tartar came too fast, and before we woke up, the four doors were blocked...... When the Tartars entered the city, the city of the sea became a hell on earth...... The king who killed the pig was a big man, wielding two knives and trying to block the gate, but before he could reach the city gate, he was shot into a hedgehog...... Hu Ergou, who was back on the street, took his newlywed wife through the alleys to find out of the city, but was caught by the Tartars, cut into two pieces on the street, with blood foaming in his mouth and nose, and watched the Tartars spoil his daughter-in-law! …… The Wang family, who opened a teahouse, the father and son were both beheaded, dripping and rolling all over the street, and the daughter-in-law was eight months pregnant, and she didn't escape with a big belly...... The brutes picked at the child in her belly with their spears and walked around the streets grinning! ”

"Brute!"

Someone in the crowd shouted the first cry full of grief and indignation, and it was like a drop of water falling into a hot oil pot, and behind the fire suddenly rang out one after another angry shouts and high and low sobs.

Chen Zhongyu, who was in the crowd, looked at the red eyes with tears in the dark, and asked his companions in disbelief, "Could what he said be true?" ”

"Nonsense!" The companion had already burst into tears, staring at bloodshot eyes and shouting. "I'm also from Haicheng! And the cripple Feng is just across the street! What I saw was worse than he said! ”

Chen Zhong's face turned pale - he grew up in Jiangxi, which was still peaceful, and the most ferocious and domineering person he had ever seen was the Du Yuanwai at the south gate of Xinjian County, relying on the power of the Nanchang prefect to manipulate and fight, robbing men and women, and bullying the market, which was the person he Chen Zhongyu hated the most; Now listen to what the cripple Feng and this companion have to say. Compared with the Tartars, this Du Yuanwai is simply a good man!

Second mother! This tartar is worse than a brute!

The scene was out of control, the cripple Feng on the stage and the people in the audience had already cried, and several sentry captains and captains were instructed by Chu Fan to maintain order while naming the people they wanted to talk about their tragic experiences.

As the witnesses told the bloody, cruel and heinous Tartar atrocities in the way of beating their feet and chests, or crying blood, or silently choking, the whole scene became more and more surging and angry.

Grief and hatred froze in the sky above the venue as if they were substance, and Chen Zhongyu no longer doubted these tragic events that seemed to only appear in the hell of Buddhist scriptures, and he felt that those grief and hatred were pressing on his chest like a big stone. Heavier and heavier!

Gradually, he forgot his identity as a Jiangxi native, and his heart began to be touched by the fate of those innocent people in the narrator's mouth: when he heard that a certain old man was starving to death, he would be like the brothers around him, and his eyes were torn apart; When he heard that a certain young child had finally escaped from the clutches of the devil after all the hardships and dangers, he would be as happy and admired as his brothers; I heard that someone had lost his backbone. Willing to be a traitor who persecuted his compatriots as a lackey of the Tartars, he would be like his brothers. Gnashing teeth and hating ......

So when Xiao Cheng stood up and killed his thirteen members of his family one by one, forced to death, and starved to death by the Tartars; how did he become a coated servant of the Tartars for a few years, and was almost whipped to death by a horsewhip; how to take advantage of the Tartars to conquer Mongolia and escape after slaughtering the Tartars' wives; How to evade the pursuit of the Tartars, and finally fled to the beach and threw Dongjiang Town out in tears, Chen Zhongyu had long forgotten that he was going to kill him this afternoon, and followed him to pull the clothes on his chest and roar. "If you don't kill the Tartars, you swear not to be a man!"

These changes in him all fell into the eyes of Chu Fan, who was sitting on the sidelines-Chen Zhongyu had a special identity, and coupled with his prodigal experience, of course Chu Fan would pay special attention.

Seeing Chen Zhongyu from the beginning is not his business. From listening intently and quietly, to completely blending into the angry Liaodong crowd, Chu Fan had to sigh in his heart -- ideological and political work has to be said to be the fastest method of PLA! Most effective!

In particular, the simple and direct way of complaining is simply an excellent way to open people's inner world; The most typical example is that during the Huaihai War in the previous life, the Huaye and Nakano battlefields transformed the captured soldiers -- yesterday they were comrades-in-arms, but tomorrow they will become enemies with guns raised against each other -- it is simply a miracle in the history of world warfare! (Crab note: When the Huaihai Battle was at its most intense, the East China Field Army and the Central Plains Field Army were seriously reduced, and the rear forces could not be replenished, so on the battlefield, through grievance meetings and other methods, the captured national * army was converted into PLA on the spot)

Chu Fan saw that Zhang Xiaoyi, the organizer of the grievance meeting, was interrupted because of the cripple Feng singing halfway, his face was full of anxiety and worry, he smiled and comforted him softly, "Xiaoyi, don't worry, it doesn't matter if the lotus flower sings or not...... You remember, the mission of your preaching team is to rekindle the hatred of the warriors against the Tartars and make them more confident in fighting the Tartars! …… You have done a good job, and in the future, it will be enough to hold a grievance meeting of this scale once or twice a month...... The key is that in normal times, I have to arrange to go to each team to preach once every three or five days...... Not only to preach, but also to collect the stories of the soldiers, especially the stories of the destruction of the family, and record them! ”

When Zhang Xiaoyi heard Chu Fan's praise and affirmation, his heart relaxed-he was originally worried that Chu Fan would blame him for not even singing a lotus flower.

However, when he heard that he was going to collect and record the story, he suddenly had a bitter face, hesitated for a long time and said, "Childe, it's not that I shirk it, the words I recognize are still taught by you, Childe, that's all...... It's enough to remember the name and hometown, this story ......"

Looking at his bitter gourd face, Chu Fan was happy in his heart-he just said it in passing, and he didn't even think about Zhang Xiaoyi's situation--after thinking about it, he said, "It's okay, I'll take you to the primary school tomorrow to see who of those private school gentlemen is willing, and let him help you remember it...... But you and the members of your preaching team also need to study harder...... I can't read and write, so how will you write scripts in the future? Running a newspaper? ”

Zhang Xiaoyi didn't know what the script and newspaper were—but the old people who had been to Nagasaki with Chu Fan had long been accustomed to the new words that popped out of Chu Fan's mouth from time to time—but he understood what Chu Fan meant, that is, he wanted them to learn to read and write.

"I'll talk to Zhonggeng when I go back, and let him take some time every day to teach you alone," Chu Fan stared at the venue and commanded softly, "Starting from "Thousand Character Text", I almost started reading novels such as "Water Margin" and "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", not only do you recognize words, but you also learn how to tell stories!" ”

After saying this, Zhang Xiaoyi's eyes became brighter and brighter, Chu Fan's intentions, he felt that he had finally caught some shadows! (To be continued.) )