Yang Wenbin is a middle school teacher, the ancestral house, there are four people in the family, and he has been thinking about renting out a few rooms, but he didn't find a reassuring tenant, and now he has Yang Feng.

Originally, he didn't want to collect money, but Yang Feng was alone anyway, and he also saved his daughter, so it hurt his feelings to talk about money.

However, Yang Feng doesn't think so, it naturally doesn't matter if he stays for three or five days, but if he lives often, he can't say anything if he doesn't pay for it.

Three west wings, the monthly rent is five yuan.

"Big brother, you're wrong, what's the difference between you doing this and not charging me?" Yang Feng said very dissatisfied, after a meal, the two are already brothers, anyway, they are both surnamed Yang, although Yang Wenbin is old, in fact, he is only ten years older than Yang Feng.

"Brother, you misunderstood, the rent in Peking is at this price, this is still because there are many people in the Northeast who have fled, so it has risen a lot, our house is a little remote, even if the whole yard is rented, it is about twenty or thirty yuan." Yang Wenbin's wife said with a smile on the side.

Yang Feng was relieved.

After eating, the mother and daughter of the Yang family went to clean up the room for him, while Yang Feng and Yang Wenbin sat in the living room drinking tea, and the two gradually chatted about the current situation.

"The ambition of the Japanese wolf is now known to everyone, first in the northeast, then in the passes, Tanaka has already drawn a route, they are going step by step, but the ridiculous our government is still like an ostrich, burying its head and pretending not to see!" Yang Wenbin said with a sneer.

"What if you don't pretend you can't see? Count on the Northeast Army and the Japanese to fight hard? That's simply not possible.

When the Japanese beat Jinzhou, didn't Jiang Guangtou let Zhang Xiaotuo fight? Isn't he just the same as he ran away? A big smoker who doesn't even dare to avenge the killing of his father, and even dares to abandon his hometown, can you expect him to straighten up? Yang Feng said disdainfully.

"Zhang Xiaozhuo will not fight the Japanese, because he knows very well that if the Northeast Army is exhausted, he will become a dog who snorts on people, with these hundreds of thousands of Northeast Army in hand, no matter where he is, he can dance and dance! As for the country and the nation or something, it's none of his business! Yang Feng continued.

"Then according to what you said, brother, if the Japanese really attack North China, will the Northeast Army flee without a fight?" Yang Wenbin said worriedly.

"He Zhang Xiaotuozi is not afraid of being poked in the backbone, the bloody generals of the Northeast Army can't stand it, and the remnants of the Northwest Army that have nowhere to go will also not lose their most reluctant place, Jiang Guangtou will not look at Zhang Xiaozhuo and give up North China again, let him face the Japanese directly, in order to keep this buffer zone, even if he dispatches his own men, he will not let the Japanese cross the Great Wall, as for Rehe, don't count on it, the Japanese toss, they will not stop without a little gain." Yang Feng said.

"When will we Chinese put down internal fighting and truly unite as one to the outside world!" Yang Wenbin sighed.

Yang Feng pouted, it's my business, I'm just a dozen soy sauces, and by the way, I can make a fortune, but it's okay to help, but the problem is that we are powerless!

We're willing to provide them with some AK47 and PRG bazookas, but the problem is that there's no money? Even if you have money, you can't buy it? There's still hope for those little ads to make some Hualong, but that's useless! If you can't get it, you'll have to fold yourself in.

Back in his room, Yang Feng lay on the bed and thought about this problem, if he didn't help at all, he really had a bad conscience, thinking about the Northwest Army that was carrying a big knife to cut the Japanese, he couldn't help but sigh for a while, what did he have to force to make this decision?

Fools all know that there is a machete for each person, and there is definitely no submachine gun for one person, and the light knows that the big knife of the road is cut to the head of the devil, but who knows that they went to the five hundred people and came back alive but a few dozen?

But after thinking about it, he still has nothing, he is just a hawker at the bottom of society, with neither money nor access, although he got a tricycle that can travel through time and space inexplicably, but the problem is that it is too small, and it takes a week to cross once.

Thinking about it, it is to provide some more medicine or something for the poor Northwest Army, and it has to be after making money yourself.

As for the rest, counting on the cargo capacity of their own electric three-wheelers, it is estimated that there is nothing else to count on.

Whatever! The Great Wall War of Resistance will be three months away! As soon as he thought of this, Yang Feng would be able to sleep peacefully.

"Uncle, you're up!" The next morning, the little girl blushed and said to Yang Feng, who was washing his face by the well.

This title made him a little depressed, the little girl is seventeen years old this year, she has just entered Tsinghua University, and she is a lady of the sky! For Yang Feng, who graduated from a third-rate college, it is a god-like existence.

"Are you going to school today?" Yang Feng asked, yesterday was Sunday, it is normal for these students to go out to march, and it is estimated that they will not stop classes and go out to march.

"Hmm!" The little girl nodded.

"I'll send you over! By the way, it's sold there! Yang Feng said that the entrance of the university is a treasure place for selling snacks and feng shui.

"Hmm!" The little girl blushed again and nodded.

After breakfast, the electric tricycle pulled Yang Jing straight to Tsinghua, just arrived at the door and behind the car horn, Yang Feng turned around, and saw that it was an ancient Ford, in which sat a little white face with oily hair and pink face, and his melancholy temperament was very similar to a wet man.

"Yang Jing, I heard that Liu Xin'er was injured yesterday, is it true? What are you girls going to do with that fun! We don't need to worry about major national affairs, and besides, it is easy to cause misunderstanding among our friends. The little white face said softly.

"Nima, return Tamar's friend, who are you friends with?" Yang Feng glared and said unceremoniously.

"What are you, do you have the qualifications to speak here?" Xiao Bai's face sank, and he said coldly.

As soon as he finished saying this, he heard a bang behind him, and the whole car slid forward violently, and the little white face was so frightened that it was like being kicked in the ball, and let out a pitiful scream.

An equally old black Mercedes hit Ford's butt head-on, and in the car, Liu Xin'er, whose head was still wrapped in gauze, was staring at the little white face with a fierce face, and the middle-aged driver who was driving continued to step on the accelerator with an indifferent face until the Ford hit the front wall.

Liu Xin'er opened the door arrogantly, didn't even look at the little white face, walked to Yang Feng's side with a smile, and then bowed: "Brother Yang is good!" ”

Yang Feng nodded with a smile.

"If he dares to trouble you, I'll ask someone to beat him!" After Liu Xin'er finished speaking, she pulled Yang Jing into the school.

Yang Feng shrugged his shoulders and looked innocently at the little white face that wanted to cry without tears.

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