Jiang Jingguo walked to the window and looked out, and saw more than ten planes coming, Zhou Zeming hurriedly grabbed Jiang Jingguo and walked inside, and said, "Commissioner, go underground and take shelter." Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Jiang Jingguo stomped his feet and said, "If our anti-aircraft guns arrived, where would these guys be arrogant, they would have been beaten down long ago." ”

Zhou Zeming persuaded while pulling, "When Wang Sheng comes back, we will scold him, let's hide first, in case we get hurt, there is no need to say anything." ”

Jiang Jingguo was not pretentious, and followed down.

What Jiang Jingguo didn't know was that not only Ganzhou, but also more than 300 Japanese fighters in South China launched an all-out air raid counteroffensive, many of which had just been transferred from the northeast, and many of them were cutting-edge fighters, and even flew to Chongqing in groups to carry out retaliatory bombing against Chongqing, making the counteroffensive a pause.

-- The old house of the Jiang family in Fenghua

A chubby woman was tidying up in her room, and she was dressed appropriately and looked good at home, but her hands were covered in mud, and she was squatting on the ground fiddling with some taro. A man dressed as a maid said next to him, "Madam, why don't you come with me, this thing is so dirty." ”

The woman glared at the maid and said, "These are all crops, where are they dirty, sometimes they are affected by disasters, they all live on this, Ruiyuan loves to eat this, the last time he asked someone to bring it over, he has eaten it, and now that he is fighting, he will not be able to come back, otherwise, I can also make his favorite chicken sauce taro head, that is my forte, and I don't know if the chef in Chongqing is doing it authentically." The key to this dish is in the chicken juice, but when it is chicken juice, it is not really made entirely of chicken juice, I will use fish maw to enhance the flavor, and Ruiyuan has to eat an extra bowl every time he comes. ”

The maid covered her mouth and smiled, "Madam, I have to say that the chairman, if someone else hears it, it will be a joke again, and ah, then Chongqing is the current capital, there is nothing." ”

The woman shook her head and said, "It's different, it's different, this person still has to eat something from his hometown to taste." ”

At this time, a man dressed as an old butler hurriedly rushed in and said, "Old lady, old lady, the plane is coming, go and hide." ”

The woman waved her hand and said, "I see, you go and inform the others, and I'll go right away." So saying, the woman put the taro in a bag, let the maid carry it, and said, "Let's go." ”

That woman was Mao Fumei, a native of Yantou Village, Fenghua. In 1901, he married the 14-year-old Jiang Agent, who was industrious and virtuous all his life, worked hard to keep his family, and supported Jiang Intermediary to study and join the army. is Jiang Jingguo's biological mother, and then whether Jiang intermediary marries Yao Yecheng as a concubine or marries Chen Jieru, although Mao Fumei and Jiang intermediary have been living separately, there has been no real change in status. Until the appearance of Song Meiling, in order to be with Song Meiling, Jiang ran to his hometown in 1927 and forced Mao Fumei to divorce.

In the era of the Republic of China, such a divorced woman was extremely despised in the countryside, if it weren't for the fact that she was the ex-wife of Jiang Mediation, I didn't know what would happen to Mao Fumei, and Jiang Jingguo was detained in the Soviet Union, Mao Fumei could only rely on the temples and temples every day to find spiritual sustenance.

Although Mao Fumei and Jiang Intermediary divorced, the relationship between the two was not interrupted because of this, she was still polite and courteous to Jiang Agent, and never quarreled with him because he had a new love, nor did she remarry because he was abandoned by him. Every time Jiang intermediary comes back, she cooks herself and cooks a few delicious hometown dishes for Jiang intermediary, and the pseudonymous dish chicken sauce taro head is her forte, and she must do it every time.

Mao Fumei and the maid carrying the taro walked out, she was a woman who had wrapped her feet, she couldn't walk fast at all, she could only walk slowly, she walked and walked, suddenly remembered something, knocked on her head and said, "Oops, we seem to have forgotten to lock the door of the warehouse, there are all taro I personally selected, it is the best, this is not locked, maybe someone will take it when the time comes, I have to go back to lock it." ”

The maid hurriedly put down the taro, looked at the Japanese machine that was already a black spot in the distance, and said, "Old lady, the devil's plane is coming, let's go first, the door is not locked." “

Mao Fumei said with a straight face, "Then what's the matter, what if Ruiyuan still wants to eat it." In this case, you go and hide first, and I'll be back right away, okay!! Listen to me, yes!! With that, Mao Fumei turned around and walked towards Jiang's house.

The maid was helpless, looking at the air-raid shelter that was already less than three or four hundred meters, she could only go into the hole first, and was ready to chase Mao Fumei after it was put away.

Mao Fumei walked back to the warehouse, locked the door, and was about to be about to immediately hear a huge explosion of "boom" and "boom".

Mao Fumei snorted and said, "Little devil, you wait, wait for my son and Ruiyuan to clean up after you, hum!" Tell you to bully us Ruiyuan. So saying, he moved his little feet and walked out.

As she walked to the alley, Mao Fumei suddenly felt that the sky was dark, her back tightened, and she hurriedly looked up, and saw three or four huge bombs falling above her head, she hurriedly raised her hand to block something, but where could she block it.

In the huge sound of bombing and the collapse of bricks and tiles, Mao Fumei fell into the ruins of bricks and tiles and a pool of blood, her eyes slowly dilated, and the corners of her mouth slowly curved, she seemed to see the stubborn Jiang intermediary picking up firecrackers when she was 14 years old, and she seemed to see the 21-year-old Jiang intermediary, in order to be worthy of Jiang intermediary, she went to school to study, and she seemed to see Jiang intermediary bring home women one by one, and she kept the boudoir empty, and even when she gave birth to a child, Jiang intermediary was not by her side.

Thinking of Jiang Jingguo, Mao Fumei seemed to return to that night, it was the happiest night in her life, Jiang Jingguo took the foreign daughter-in-law brought back from abroad, according to her meaning, made up the traditional Chinese wedding, she and Jiang Zhong sat in a high position, drinking tea for the two, that was the happiest day for her to laugh.

Ruiyuan, I can't take care of you anymore, it's okay, the taro is taken out, when you eat taro, will you think of my big sister, Jianfeng, my son, I really want to see you again, touch you again, Song sister, I hope you can live a long life, help me take care of Ruiyuan and Jianfeng.... It's cold, it's cold... I really want to eat taro with Ruiyuan and Jianfeng again.

-- Chongqing

"Bang dang" Jiang intermediary took a step back with the telegram and sat down in his seat, with tears in his eyes, in his heart, Mao Fumei's status is not important, but in any case, it is also his former wife, and she is also the woman who knows his warmth and coldness.

Dai Li asked cautiously, "Regarding the number of funerals..."

Jiang thought for a while and said, "I think everything is simple, and in addition, we must take into account Meiling's feelings." ”

Dai Li nodded and stepped back.

Chiang wiped away his tears, as the head of state, he didn't have much time to grieve, the winter offensive was at an impasse, and he had to find a way.

-- Ganzhou

Jiang Jingguo looked at the telegram sent by Wang Sheng, and angrily slapped the case and scolded, "Kong Lingkan, this bastard, dare to bully me like this." ”

It turned out that Kong Lingkan was helpless, and indeed arranged for the automobile team to transport Kong Lingkan's arms and equipment, but these cars had problems one after another halfway through, and they broke down and broke down, and only today did these cars drive back to China. At present, those deadly munitions are being transported to Jiangxi by rail, but they will not arrive on the battlefield for more than half a month or even longer.

Jiang Jingguo scolded for a while, but there was no evidence, and he said forcibly, "Transport the three cannons to rescue the emergency first, and talk about the rest later." ”

At this time, Zhang Yaruo walked in with a stern face, waved his hand and motioned for Zhou Zeming to go out, and Zhou Zeming said, "Commissioner, then I'll go out first." ”

Jiang Jingguo shook his hand and said, "You are my secretary, I have nothing that I can't tell you, Yaruo, you can say it." ”

Zhang Yaruo stepped forward, held Jiang Jingguo's hand and said, "Jianfeng, you must be strong, no matter what, you still have me, the chairman, and the child." ”

Jiang Jingguo was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile, "What's wrong with you today?" Nervous? ”

Zhou Zeming heard a little taste, and looked at Zhang Yaruo's telegram without speaking.

Zhang Yaruo handed the telegram to Jiang Jingguo and said, "Jianfeng, old lady... went. ”

Jiang Jingguo's smiling face froze suddenly, and he looked at the four big characters on the telegram, which were obviously black but seemed to be miserable red, "Mother dies and returns quickly", his eyes were stunned. He shook his head and said, "Impossible, impossible, mother, how could mother??" No, it won't... It's fake, isn't it? Right!!! ”

Zhang Yaruo looked at Jiang Jingguo in pain, hugged him and said, "Jianfeng, Jianfeng, be strong, the old lady was killed by the Japanese, it was yesterday, yesterday those Japanese planes, a squadron flew to Xikou, the specific situation is not clear." ”

Jiang Jingguo said to Zhou Zeming, "Zeming, my heart is in turmoil, I will go to Xikou immediately, all the affairs on the front line are in charge of Chief Gu, and ask Chairman Tang for the government's questions, Yaruo, let's go to Xikou immediately." ”

-- Xikou

Jiang Jingguo got out of the car, took three steps and two steps, and rushed to the body of Mao Fumei placed in the coffin, he looked at the body scarred by the bombing, although it had been taken care of, some places really could not be covered, and it could only be like this.

Jiang Jingguo burst into tears, touched Mao Fumei's face with trembling hands, and the maid next to him covered her mouth and cried, "Young master, it's all my fault, I should have grabbed Madame at that time..."

Jiang Jingguo shook his head and said, "I already know it on the way here, and I don't blame you for this." ”

An old man stepped forward, patted Jiang Jingguo on the shoulder and said, "Jianfeng, it's okay for you to come back, now the devil's plane is coming at every turn, I think it's better to go down to the ground as soon as possible for safety." ”

Jiang Jingguo nodded in understanding and said, "Uncle is right..... But it can't be too simple, there must be a tombstone, and in addition, all kinds of etiquette must be thoughtful. ”

Several people from the Jiang family and the Mao family looked at each other, and pushed each other again, and an old man coughed and said, "Your mother's tombstone has been prepared, and the cemetery has been dug up, why don't we go and see it first." ”

Jiang Jingguo snorted, followed everyone step by step and came to the cemetery.

Mao Fumei's grave was chosen next to the Moke Temple, which was the place where she recited the Buddha during her lifetime, and she liked this place. There are several thousand-year-old camphor trees growing around the palace, the green shade is like a cover, the forest is luxuriant, it is a treasure of feng shui.

Jiang Jingguo nodded and said, "It's not bad here, I'll take a look at the tombstone." ”

As he spoke, Jiang Jingguo walked to the tomb, his eyes widened, and he only saw that the prepared tombstone read "The Tomb of Mao Taijun"

Jiang Jingguo kicked away the tombstone, his eyes were bloodshot, and he glared at his relatives angrily and shouted, "Who!! Who wrote that? Why isn't there even a word Jiang??? ”

As the saying goes, the coffin is conclusive, the most important thing for the emperors of the ancients is the name after death, the common people, just look at the title on the tombstone, the different titles, the difference in meaning is also very different, the meaning of this concubine Mao Taijun is that the mother who died is Mrs. Mao, which means that Mao Fumei is not a Jiang family until her death, but a Mao family.

Several old people didn't dare to look at Jiang Jingguo's eyes, and Mao Fumei's younger brother pointed to the southwest with his finger, and made a Song character with his mouth. Jiang Jingguo immediately understood, he knelt on the ground, slammed the ground hard, blood slowly flowed out of his fingers, he never thought that his father would be so ruthless, in order to win over the Song family, he didn't even give his mother a name when she died.

Jiang Jingguo said word by word: "Then can my name be on it?" ”

Mao Fumei's younger brother next to him immediately said, "Yes!" Absolutely! You are your own son, and it should be okay from the law and reason. ”

At this time, Mao Sicheng came over, he was the enlightenment teacher of Jiang Mediation, and he was highly respected in the village, he squatted on the ground and whispered, "Jianfeng, just write your name, don't write your surname, this is good for you, Mao, and the chairman." ”

Jiang Jingguo gritted his teeth, endured it, nodded slowly, and the guard next to him immediately went to get the ink pen, and wrote "Er Jingguo respectfully" one stroke at a time

In this way, Mao Fumei's tombstone did not appear a single Jiang character in the end.

Jiang Jingguo stood in the courtyard, tears kept falling, Jiang intermediary has always been cold to him, and Mao Fumei has always loved him. And he didn't leave a name until he died, he hated, he didn't know who to hate, whether he should hate his father's ruthlessness, or hate the tyranny of the Japanese, he looked at a boulder next to him, suddenly took out a dagger from his arms, cut his fingers, and wrote four big words on the boulder "Blood for blood!" ”

At this time, a guard came up with a telegram and said, "Commissioner, the chairman of the committee is urgent. ”

Jiang Jingguo's eyes lit up, wiped his tears, and thought to himself that his father still felt sorry for his mother, took a look, and wrote, "It is reported that I have set off to return to Feng yesterday, and I want to go home today. Family funerals, in this chaotic time, are all thrifty and simple, it is not appropriate to publish an obituary in the newspaper, so as to avoid more propaganda materials for the enemy. I believe that the future of the world is unpredictable, and it would be better if I could bury it as soon as possible. What is the condition of the nephew's injuries, I think very much, and I hope to comfort my aunt and her family. When I think about family affairs, I don't have to worry about it, but I hope that the brothers can start a career. The funeral can be held again next spring, and you can still return to serve when the family affairs are completed."

Jiang Jingguo took a step back, he never thought that the telegram that Jiang intermediary came in a hurry was to keep him secret! I am afraid that the Japanese army has one more propaganda material!

Jiang Jingguo lowered his head and said, "Press... The commission means to do it. ”

-- Ci'an

Jiang Jingguo sat on the ground, drinking wine slowly, and slowly muttering "Hehe... The Jiang family in the world... What a Jiang family! Chairman.. A good chairman who takes the overall situation into account!! ”

Zhang Yaruo, who was standing in the distance, felt heartache when he saw it, and felt that he could not do anything, so he could only step forward and hug Jiang Jingguo, hoping that this would make Jiang Jingguo feel more comfortable and warmer. (To be continued.) )