One day, Xia Xinsheng carefully served his grandfather, walking along the mountain road while discussing Xia Xinsheng's perception of Mr. Xueqin's masterpiece, and the guards around him were also sent away. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The chairman said with feelings: ""Dream of Red Mansions is also written about struggle. "Dream of Red Mansions" writes about two factions, one is good and the other is bad. Jia Mu, Wang Xifeng, Jia Zheng, this is a faction, it is not good; Jia Baoyu, Lin Daiyu, Yahuan, this is a faction, it's good, what do you think? ”

Xia Xinsheng cautiously replied, "Hi...... Chairman, then there are some short nonsense things in the family, there are more people like that, our brothers were much more lively than that at that time! What a struggle! Jia Baoyu, let's not talk about it, just a little rascal! This Lin Daiyu is terminally ill, and it seems that she can't live without Jia's mother and Jia Zheng. Besides, rouge gouache was a high-end cosmetics at that time, and it was not cheap to think about, and Sister Lin, who couldn't pick her shoulder and couldn't lift it, could she afford it?

I think that if you were born into a poor family at that time, you would not be able to sell it to a green building and raise it, but you would not be able to have such fine skin and tender meat. Not to mention burying flowers, just her temper and her physique will have to faint in the sun......"

The chairman angrily rebuked: "...... Tacky! ”

He walked a few steps with a disgusted face, stopped and stopped Xia Xinsheng, who wanted to take the opportunity to slip away, and asked, "Then tell me what you think of Jia Baoyu!" ”

Xia Xinsheng was stunned in place, his eyes rolled and said: "Don't mention that unlucky child, then a little rascal, just a little rascal, how old is he to hook up with other people's little girls to the bed, and drill into other people's yellow flower girls' quilts all day long, taking advantage of people everywhere, just that virtue, if it weren't for Jia Zheng and a few of their powerful people, it is estimated that they would have been beaten to death a long time ago, and the man is made of mud!" No man has him? A traitor! Phew! ”

Xia Xinsheng showed his full indignant posture, there was too much pressure around the great man, looking forward to being thrown aside as a piece of rotten wood, anyway, if he didn't help the blind date at home, he would probably be alone, how could he see this Fengyue.

The chairman was furious and wanted to scold, which made Xia Xinsheng very disappointed to contain his anger, and said with a smile: "It's a bit crooked, have you really read a book?" ”

"Ahh

"That's how the teacher taught you?"

"Hey, how can you! This is not an exam. ”

"What did that teach you?"

"Forget about it after this exam!"

"You were all so virtuous at that time?"

"There are good ones and there are good ones."

"For example?"

"Well, they're doing pretty well, eating well, dressing well, and going out much more decently than me."

"Hehe, that's barely enough! And what about the most decent? ”

"That's amazing, when you become the village chief, you can have a car at home......"

"Why don't I see how good it is?"

"Our flower grower is already the second richest in the world, and we will soon be the first in the world, our weapons are already the third in the world, and it is estimated that the second in the world will be soon......"

"It's really strong, so you say you're still being bullied?"

"That's when no one gave the order to fight! I finally hope to come to someone who dares to call the fight, but unfortunately I didn't meet it, or I'm at least a martyr now! ”

"Can't you just have a little bit of a job?"

"Hehe, this has nothing to do with the profit, as soon as our artillery fire comes, it is calculated by square kilometers, and my island is only a few dozen acres of land, no matter how hard the eight characters are, they have to be martyrs!"

"Then you are still willing to keep it?"

"If you don't go up, it's someone else's......"

Some people say that there is a generation gap in three years, and the generation gap between Xia Xinsheng and the chairman can no longer be described as small as a ditch. Similar exchanges have continued, as long as there is no one around, it will always turn to the meeting where Xia Xinsheng came.

Not to mention that Xia Xinsheng was constantly impressed by the old Interna Xionglaier, but when the chairman was angry, he couldn't help but roar angrily, "Do you think your father is Li Gang?" Let everyone present be confused. It can be seen that the exchange is sufficient, complementary and constructive. (All the officials and gentlemen have forged it, Brother Spray is afraid of being sprayed, so I'll explain it, and I'm afraid of the river crab god, so I'll just explain the plot nonsense, anyway, it's good that Xia Xinsheng and the great people are subtly influencing each other, anyway, it's a free chapter, let's skip over, so we can start a big scene)

It is said that the Red Army strikers fought all the way to Anshun Field, captured a boat along the inherent trajectory of history, and 17 warriors crossed the river to occupy the ferry, but unfortunately the river was too fast, and it took a long time to transport a regiment back and forth. Then the central government decided to fly to capture the Luding Bridge, and Huang Kaixiang (some information mistakenly said that the surname Wang) Yang Chengwu led the heroic team to complete the epic feat, which is all in the textbooks, and Brother Spray will not talk about it.

It is said that this Huang Kaixiang once suffered a strange injustice, and after he died of wind and cold in northern Shaanxi, he was once called a traitor by later generations, and falsely said that he had rebelled, so that this hero suffered injustice, and his family was also treated unfairly. Xia Xinsheng, who has watched the movie of Flying Luding Bridge many times, is here, and this tragedy will not happen again.

Besides, this flying capture of the Luding Bridge, there are many remarks in the post bar in later generations that this is fake, and for the sake of publicity, there are also people who have interviewed old people who have experienced that era to prove that the battle does not exist, or that it is not very good.

This is because the keyboard warriors sit at home and open their brains, thinking that if they can't do it, others must not be able to do it. Second, I have been peaceful for too long, and I don't know a lot of common sense, or I hate Wu and Wu. Third, the movie is too prominent, and the scene is lofty. In fact, it is only twenty or thirty meters wide at most, and there are two machine gun groups, and a few stragglers are covered with it, and people are crowded next to each other, which is something that only exists in the drama.

At that time, the common people saw that it was too late to put their guns in the battle, at most they hid in the mountains and looked at it from a distance, and the bridge was not paved with planks for more than 80 meters, and it was only a few minutes to climb over, and there were not many people who could stand, and they were still so far away from the height to look down, so it didn't fight much and didn't do it for long.

What's more, the feat of flying to capture the Luding Bridge was divided into two parts, and the capture of the bridge was only the smaller part, and it was a miracle to run two hundred and forty miles in one day and night.

As for why not blow up the bridge, it's simpler. Go to the west of Sichuan to see, you will know how precious a bridge was to the people there at that time, and since ancient times, there is a paving road and building a bridge in the accumulation of virtue, and you want to destroy the bridge is naturally a particularly bad thing. Besides, the opposite side is the Sichuan army, blowing up their own bridge to help the Zhongyang army enter the ship, it seems that there are not many such fools among the warlords.

As for the ambiguous relationship between Liu Xiang of the Sichuan Army and the Red Army, and the release of water or something, although there is such a thing, but how stupid must he be in such a desperate situation to dare to entrust his survival to the hands of the warlords, so the existence of running 240 miles in a day and night will inevitably stand up to scrutiny.

As for thinking that it is impossible to run two hundred and forty miles like this, I can only say that many people can do it when they run with their lives, let alone for something more important than life. Some people would rather believe in how many tons of things are lifted by weak women to save children, than in the old Internachonair, who are so loyal to the party that they ask for stones and knives in order to save a bullet for the party when they are unjustly killed, makes people really speechless.