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The chaotic scene before was mainly caused by Zhang Qinggui and several other teachers doing bad things with good intentions...... Seeing that the scene was not very lively, they secretly helped each other, with the intention of arousing everyone's enthusiasm so that more people could support the Red Army. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info it's just that it's the first time they did this, they have no experience, they can't grasp the strength well, and they ignite this fire too much, and almost "burn" the entire criticism conference.

"Cousin, although Wang Weiqing deserves to die, but you also saw the situation just now, it almost caused a catastrophe, and you will never dare to have such a thing in the future. ”

"That's for sure, but, Aoyama, can we go and apologize to Captain Xiang?"

"This ......"

"Qingshan, if you don't take us over, we don't have the face to meet Captain Xiang. Besides, we also want to discuss with Captain Xiang to see what we can do next, so as not to make another mistake and help him. How about you just do me a favor and give me a round?"

Now is not the time to criticize, and he is not qualified to criticize the other party. Besides, they know that they can change their mistakes, and they are the heroes who opened up the situation in Guitang Town, so they can't let everyone's enthusiasm be chilled because of a small mistake, right?

Even Zhang Qingshan, a rookie egg, can think of this, and Xiang Jiafu, an old political cadre, can naturally think more. No, after hearing Zhang Qingshan's simple explanation, he clasped Zhang Qinggui's hands and said "thank you" vigorously, which made Zhang Qinggui and the other two teachers embarrassed.

"Captain Xiang, we didn't do a good job, but we did us a bad favor and almost caused a big disaster. Please criticize. ”

"No! After asking Jiafu to sit down, he took out his cigarette and gave everyone a cigarette: "In anything, you can't just look at the result, but also look at the starting point......

He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and said, "For example, your starting point this time is to mobilize everyone to support the Red Army, which is very good...... Moreover, it is a very valuable behavior and quality for you to recognize your mistakes and take the initiative to correct them...... I believe that as long as we learn from each other and communicate more, we will be able to cooperate very well next time. For example, we're going to distribute floating money tomorrow......"

Zhang Qingshan listened carefully, his eyes showed joy, and while secretly writing down Xiang Jiafu's arrangements for tomorrow, he pondered how he should participate.

Suddenly, he saw the deputy squad leader Li Guowei walking towards this side, his eyes met, and Li Guowei beckoned to him with a happy face.

Zhang Qingshan glanced at Xiang Jiafu in front of him, and saw that he was talking to his cousin and them enthusiastically, so he quietly took two steps back and walked towards Li Guowei.

"Aoyama, I want to ask you something. Do you know Hmong?"

"Deputy squad leader, I am a Miao person, so I naturally understand Miao language. ”

"Great, come with me, I need your help with something. ”

Zhang Qingshan thought that he was a qualified Red Army soldier, so he was not easy to ask at first, but it was not until he followed Li Guowei to the school gate and walked towards the town office that he asked in a curious whisper: "Deputy squad leader, what are we doing here?"

"Go to the town office and be a translator. ”

"As a translator?"

The cell has not been a good place since ancient times, and the strange atmosphere when they first entered the town made the Red Army soldiers vigilant and screened the prisoners in the cell one by one.

Despite the small size of the cell, there are only five rooms, but there are 48 prisoners in it, and one of them is still used for interrogation. From the afternoon to the present, only half of them have been screened, and the main obstacle is the lack of manpower and language barriers...... The Tujia and Miao ethnic groups account for more than 80 percent of the population in Xiangxi, and about 90 percent of them are in Longshan County. Among them, at least one-third of the people do not understand the Chinese language, only Tujia or Miao (the interesting thing is here: they do not understand the Chinese language, but most of the people of the two ethnic groups can barely understand each other's languages), although many recruits in the Red Army are locals, after two or three months of recruit training, they can work as interpreters, but now, a new situation that no one expected has appeared: they have met a very stubborn and eccentric old man: one shouts that he has a great grievance, and on the other hand, shouts that the outsiders are not good people。 Even if it was the Red Army, he only believed the natives in the Red Army, otherwise, he would not have said his grievances if he was killed.

Since there are locals, it is naturally difficult for everyone to deceive him, even if it is deceived with good intentions, the old saying 'three miles of different sounds, ten miles of different customs' is still valid here. It would not be good if the old man could be deceived by hearing the individual syllables.

followed Li Guowei to a room in the backyard of the town office, and when he pushed the door, he saw that Qi Zixuan was accompanied by an old man wearing patched clothes, squatting by the fire pit, smoking and talking something. The old man didn't speak, his head was lowered, and he was a little bit of a careless.

Hearing the "squeak" sound when the door was pushed open, the old man who was smoking with his head down turned his head and took a closer look at Zhang Qingshan, and then said something to Zhang Qingshan in Miao language a little anxiously.

The old man's voice was a little hoarse, and it was Miao language, which made Li Guowei pout helplessly, but he asked Qi Zixuan with some curiosity: "Xiao Qi, come, translate their words." ”

"Ask the old man what Zhang Qingshan's name is, which cave and which village he is from. After speaking, seeing that Li Guowei was puzzled, he quickly explained in a low voice: "During the feudal period, we belonged to the Tusi management here, which was the same as the name of the lunar calendar and the solar calendar. As far as the caves and villages are concerned, the county is mainly divided into 18 holes, 36 villages and 72 small villages. The village composed of big surnames is called Dazhai, and the villages of small surnames are called Xiaozhai, and there are many other villages......"

"My name is Zhang Qingshan, and I am from 15 holes and 25 small villages. (Ignore translations below)

Seeing Zhang Qingshan coming over and answering in the local dialect without hesitation, the old man took a sharp puff of the cigarette in his hand, threw it into the fire pit, stood up with his thighs, and asked in Miao with some excitement: "What is the surname of the main owner of the twenty-five small villages?"

"The main surname of the twenty-five villages is Zhang, I really don't remember what the name of the owner of the village is, I only heard that the surname is Peng. This is the big truth: after the Republic of China, in order to further eliminate the influence of the Tusi system on the local area, the official forcibly canceled the private names of Dong and Zhai. Twenty or thirty years have passed, and among the younger generation, there are very few people who can know this, and those who can say it in such detail are definitely locals.

The old man's face was happy, and then he was sad, knelt in front of Zhang Qingshan, kowtowed and cried: "Hero, please save my family, please save my family quickly......"

"Old man, get up, get up, if you have anything to say, let's get up and talk slowly. While persuading and helping, the old man grabbed Zhang Qingshan's hand and walked out, shouting "Hurry up, it's too late to ......."

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