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In Meng Douban's pen, he was full of pride and contempt for the Chinese, but he thought of Wang Feng, the only Oriental who made him fear, not himself captured by him with harsh means?

For the process of being captured, Meng Douban was not convinced, and was introduced into a minefield in the plain area, which can only fully prove his stupidity, how embarrassing it must be, and he couldn't help but sigh secretly.

After a while, Meng Douban picked up his pen and continued to write: "Mr. Wang Feng has a strong patriotic and nationalist tendencies, and I have witnessed with my own eyes the efforts he has made to make the motherland strong, and I admire him very much in this regard, and at the same time, he is also a very peculiar Oriental, he has a vision and knowledge far beyond his compatriots, and even I have to admit that in some points of view, even Westerners are willing to bow down.

Take the upcoming reform of the rural joint-stock system as an example, this is a genius idea, he introduced the corporate structure into agricultural production, so that China's rural areas can achieve joint large-scale production at the same time, and at the same time can avoid the bloody process of forcibly driving the peasants into the factories, but I am not optimistic about this transformation, because the Chinese peasants have no concept of the joint-stock system, nor do they have any experience in cooperative production, and more importantly, they are very ignorant, or can be said to be blind obedience, it is difficult to imagine that ignorant and blind obedience people can accomplish this great initiative!

Of course, I can understand Mr. Wang Feng's eagerness to make the peasants rich, and I can only wish him and wish him all the best in his life!

Today is one thousand and twenty-eight days before my release, my wife and children, I miss you! ”

Meng Douban put down the pen, recalled his relatives who were thousands of miles away, took back the diary, and was about to go to bed, but there was a knock on the door outside!

"Mr. Meng Douban, have you slept?" A voice whispered.

Meng Douban could hear that this was an American named Jack, who was only in his twenties this year, and he was also a prisoner, so he opened the door, and to his surprise, there were six other people besides Jack, all of whom were agricultural experts who had been decentralized, and the financial experts hired from the concession and the Chinese translator were not there.

"Let's come in and talk!" Jack squeezed sideways in, followed by the other six people entering the room, the last of whom slammed the door behind him.

"You are," Meng Douban wondered.

Jack lowered his voice and said, "Mr. Meng Douban, don't you think this is a good opportunity for us to escape?" In the city, our every move is noticed, and it is surrounded by high city walls, but this is the countryside, and when we go out, there is no trace of people at night, and when I came, I deliberately wrote down the road, and we will return to the concession in two days at most, which means that we are free, and we don't have to fulfill that damn three-year service agreement in China, and we can quickly return to the motherland, return to our hometown and reunite with our relatives, don't you want to be tempted? ”

To tell the truth, Meng Douban was tempted, and fled back to the concession without being guarded, like a huge pie in front of him, freedom, how beautiful it is!

It's just that he still has some hesitation in his heart, and running away is contrary to his gentlemanly beliefs, and it will also leave him a psychological shadow!

In the scorching eyes of the three pairs and the four pairs of hesitation, Meng Douban also hesitated: "Gentlemen, we have all signed an agreement with the Democratic Alliance Army, okay to escape?" ”

"Alas!" Jack said urgently: "Mr. Meng Douban, you are called pedantic, how come you French are as rigid as the British?" When Wang Feng signed the agreement with us, did he ask us if we were willing? We have no choice, this kind of agreement is unfair, there is no need to fulfill it, don't you miss the motherland, don't you miss your relatives? ”

Meng Douban still couldn't make up his mind.

Another Frenchman named Peter Walker urged: "Mr. Meng Douban, you were our commander, and we will call you if we respect you, but if you hesitate, then we will have to go by ourselves, and you will stay in this harsh Chinese countryside." ”

"Good! I'll go with you! Meng Douban's thoughts of his relatives in his hometown overshadowed his reason, gritted his teeth, and nodded.

"Bang bang bang!" Just then, there was another knock on the door outside!

Everyone was nervous and subconsciously held their breath.

"Bang bang bang!" The knocking on the door continued, and an old voice came: "Mr. Meng Douban, are you asleep?" ”

Meng Douban took a deep breath and pulled the door open, outside the door was a white-haired old lady, carrying a large crockpot, and beside her was a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, holding a large stack of pottery bowls, chopsticks and spoons in her arms, which were Zhou Yanqi's ancestors and grandchildren.

Seeing that there were so many people in the house, the eldest lady was obviously a little surprised, and after being stunned, she carefully put down the clay pot, and said with a smile: "It turns out that you haven't slept, what a coincidence, the villagers gathered a few chickens, stewed some chicken soup and asked the old woman to bring it to you."

Alas, Commander Wang asks you for help, you are the guests, but you don't take good care of the guests, look at what you eat at night? Our villagers are used to suffering, and it doesn't matter if the coarse tea and light rice are light, but you foreigners are very delicate, how can you eat those? The old woman also heard that you foreigners all eat meat, how can you eat enough just coarse grains?

Commander Wang is really, too stingy, but he is stingy, we Zhoujiazhuang can't be stingy, although a little poor, a few chickens are still available, come, don't be too hot, eat while it's hot, sweat and then take a shower, sleep very peacefully! ”

The eldest lady didn't care if the foreigners could understand it, so she chattered for a while, then picked up the bowl, scooped a big spoonful of chicken soup into it, and fiddled with it a few times, and fished out a big chicken leg and a large piece of chicken breast and put it inside, which gave Zhou Yanqi a look.

Zhou Yanqi put the spoon and chopsticks on the bowl, brought them to Meng Douban and said, "Mr. Meng Douban, please drink." ”

Zhou Yanqi is just a twelve or thirteen-year-old child, although he has learned some kung fu from Wang Feng, but long-term malnutrition has made his figure relatively thin, and Meng Douban is tall and big, looking at Zhou Yanqi, who is only as tall as his chest, he doesn't know what his mood is at this moment, so he mechanically said thank you, and took the bowl.

The bowl was very hot, and it was still steaming, and the wisps of old hen fragrance wafted into his nose, Meng Douban actually felt that the hand holding the bowl was trembling slightly, you know, although he was over forty years old, his hand never trembled when he shot, but now, this bowl of chicken soup made his hand tremble!

Meng Douban looked at it in a daze, his face gradually showed a trace of shame, and the eldest lady scooped chicken soup into the bowls in turn, each bowl had a chicken leg and a large piece of chicken breast, and Zhou Yanqi was responsible for sending it to the foreigners.

Soon, everyone had a bowl in their hands, and the eldest lady greeted: "After eating, put the dishes and chopsticks in the house, let's clean up tomorrow, okay, don't bother you, there are three people over there who have to be sent over, you eat slowly." ”

The eldest lady smiled kindly, and Zhou Yanqi packed up the clay pot and the remaining dishes and chopsticks respectively, and walked into the darkness.

When the footsteps gradually disappeared, Jack took the chicken soup, leaned his head outside to look, closed the door, and said with a low smile: "The chicken soup is very large, it can provide us with enough energy, I am now more confident in escaping back to the concession, hurry up and eat, and we will leave after eating." As he spoke, he didn't use chopsticks, he just grabbed the chicken leg and ate it.

"No, you can't go!" Meng Douban was struggling, and he firmly opposed it!

Jack was stunned and said, "Mr. Meng Douban, what's wrong with you?" Didn't you just promise to leave this place? ”

Meng Douban seemed to have untied the shackles on his soul, and his face was a little relaxed: "Put Zhoujiazhuang in our Europe, it is indeed a ghost place, but the people here are very kind, and I can understand a third of the old lady's words, I can probably understand that they know that we are here to help them, so they take out the best food at home to entertain us!"

As far as I know, China's rural areas are very poor, and the poor have not been able to eat meat for a long time, and chickens can only be slaughtered and eaten during the Spring Festival. Many of the poor people we see today are yellow-faced and thin-skinned, which is the expression of Yan zhòng's lack of protein!

Gentlemen, take a closer look, do you have a string of eggs on the chicken in your bowl? See, in Europe, it is nothing for us to eat chicken, but in Zhoujiazhuang, what we eat is the incomparably precious eggs for them!

Without the eggs laid by these chickens, they will become thinner and more susceptible to disease, don't they know? I think they know the consequences, but they still kill the chickens for us to cook into chicken soup without any hesitation, just because they are afraid that we will not have enough to eat, such a people, I really can't think of any other words to describe it except kindness!

In the face of such a kind people, are you embarrassed to walk away? At least I can't convince myself to leave, if I run away tonight, I will be condemned by my conscience for the rest of my life, not to mention that Mr. Wang Feng did not send a single soldier to detain us, in his words, he respects the agreement, respects our personality, as an Oriental, and we all claim to be civilized, don't you feel ashamed?

Jack, you must have been sent by Satan to seduce me, and God forbids me to wake up in time so that I didn't fall into hell! ”

Meng Douban closed his eyes slightly, reverently drew a cross on his chest, and the rest of the people also fell into silence, their lips rolled slightly, and they repented one after another, it was easy to go, but they had to face their own conscience, and they had to face the kindness and enthusiasm of the people of Zhoujiazhuang!

Jack's momentum has decreased a lot, but he still does not die: "Mr. Meng Douban, do you have feelings for these Chinese?" You know, if we don't leave, we will have to work in China for three years, and you won't miss your relatives? ”

Meng Douban opened his eyes and said lightly: "Three years is very fast, I decided to stay and help them improve their lives, and use my ability to do just for this bowl of chicken soup!" ”