Indeed, the Chinese people are good at infighting, and heroes who win a hundred battles on the battlefield often die under the open guns and arrows of their own people, and there is no place to bury them.

There is Yue Wumu in the front, and Lin Zexu in the back, all of them.

"What if I don't say yes?" the man asked.

I shook my head and smiled: "It's not a question of agreeing or not, it's negotiable, it's non-negotiable." ”

Zhang Quanzhong cannot die, and if he dies, it will only make the situation more chaotic and make the Chinese more vulnerable to the Japanese invaders.

The Iron Ancestral Hall is a scene in the city, but at the moment it is more like an anti-Japanese bridgehead and iconic flag. Once it also fell, the sun flag was hoisted all over the city, and there was no other voice of resistance.

"Why should I promise you?" he asked.

I smiled: "Isn't this also the result you want? What you want is different from what the military wants, and now you are here, just borrowing the tiger's skin from the military to achieve your own goals." I can even venture to speculate that you are more afraid that the military will see through your purpose and the two sides will turn against each other. At that time, you will also become a lost dog, and you will be targeted for death in both the military and the Chinese......"

The man changed color, proving my guess completely correct.

Scholars who have read through history and have their own independent judgments understand that World War II was not as simple as a battlefield, occupation area, front, and rear, and there was never such a clear distinction as "either white or black, or friend or foe", but the intertwining of forces on all sides, with you and me, and I with you, and everything focused on the highest interests pursued by the side.

Only the ignorant and ignorant common people will believe in the reckless concept of "incompatibility between power and fire", and under the instigation of people with ulterior motives, they have become piles of cannon fodder on the battlefield.

This is a great tragedy for mankind, and it has never stopped since ancient times. If I hadn't read so many classics, and I wouldn't have made a leap in ideology, I would have been no different from the old neighbors of Qushuiting Street.

The man groaned, the light in his eyes lit up, and from time to time he glanced around out of the corner of his eye.

I quietly took half a step back, trying to distance ourselves as much as I could.

A lot of times, "killing people and killing people" is a good way to solve the problem, and I can think of this, and so can the other party.

The beam of the searchlight cruised around the lake for a while, then suddenly went out and there was no movement.

"The military had no choice, and although they conquered the city, they failed to conquer the lake. The man shook his head and said.

I corrected him: "The military did not conquer the city at all, but only roasted itself on an active volcano, which was in danger of being wiped out at any moment." The name of this lake is 'Daming', and the law is natural and formed from the spring, and even the Chinese cannot conquer it, let alone the Japanese. ”

In fact, it was impossible for any foreign insult to conquer Jinan, and from the May Day Massacre to the surrender of the Japanese invaders, various resistance movements never stopped. The Japanese were arrogant, thinking that the Oriental sword and the 38 big cover could deter the Chinese people, which was really a big mistake.

In the whole country, these men in the land of Qilu have true blood and real bones, how can they be conquered by the little Oriental Japanese Bandits?

"You—" the man chuckled slyly, then nodded, "yes, the military is arrogant, unaware that it is trapped in an active crater, and the day of collapse is really not far off. Well, let's make a long story short, since both sides are well aware of the big picture, then we have a good basis for cooperation. Now, I'll just mention one thing, which is to each according to his ability and to each according to his needs, how about it?"

I nodded without hesitation, and first gave the other party a reassuring pill: "Okay, so good, everyone does what they can, and everyone takes what they need." ”

There is no doubt that what he wants is a divine water mirror. As long as you don't conflict with him on this matter, then the two sides will naturally be fine.

I calmly shook his hand again, proving that the intention to cooperate had been achieved.

"Hahahaha......" He laughed a dozen times for no reason, leaning back against the tree, with a mixed meaning in his eyes.

I didn't laugh in unison, just looked at him calmly.

No matter how sharp a treasure knife is, it must remain absolutely calm before it is unsheathed, and it is best to be like a cold pool that no one stirs up, quiet enough to hear your own heart.

Those who laugh are weak-hearted, and those who are silent are at ease. At this very moment, the future winner has already been decided.

"I'll take you to something delicious. He said.

I nodded, followed him, and followed the path north.

According to the geographical location estimate, we passed through the railway culvert under the Jiaoji Line, and then bypassed a watered depression, and entered a dilapidated residential area, which is roughly north of Haiyanmen and near the Red Star Macalline on Huayuan Road.

Most of the houses were darkly lit, but the faint movement of figures in the broken windows proved that the residents were not sleeping.

After another journey, there was a dilapidated horse lamp hanging in front of the door of a house, and a big paper fish was hanging under the lamp.

After getting closer, I saw clearly that there was a rectangular wooden board hanging next to the big fish, on which were four small black lacquer characters of "Xiajia Fish Head".

"Here, the Japanese love fish, but I've traveled all over Asia, but there is no place where there is more fish than this one. He said.

When I said the words "Xia's fish head", Lao Jinan must have understood that this is the origin of the story of the legendary "Emperor Qianlong appointed Xia Yuhe". Xia Yuhe was originally the daughter of a fisherman, and her father was the owner of the Xia family's fish head restaurant. Emperor Qianlong paid a private visit to the imperial dining room and defeated hundreds of young talents in the city with the dish of "big fish head" in the imperial dining room, and hugged the beauty. As a result, this originally born and raised "Xia Family Fish Head" has been helped by the chef of the Imperial Dining Room to achieve the immortal name of "Big Cauldron Stewed Fish Head, the First Meal in Jiangbei".

When I entered the courtyard gate, I was immediately enveloped by the aroma of stewed fish. This taste is very different from modern cooking techniques and dishes, and the aroma comes entirely from natural ingredients, without any artificial additives.

We sat down at a low table in the corner of the courtyard, and someone in the Westinghouse kitchen shouted, "Guests arrive, open the stove......"

Immediately, the kitchen lit up with a fire, and the aroma of the fish stew intensified.

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the diners in the north room, a table of five people, two of whom were already drunk and reclining on the edge of the table. What's even stranger is that there is also a diner in the small terrace on the north roof, who is burying his head in the fish.

The wind rose in the middle of the night, rolling the horse lantern at the door, causing the lights to sway wildly, and the scenery in the courtyard also swayed with the shadows, and the demons danced wildly.

I realized that we had come to eat fish, but we had fallen into a trap and become fish in someone else's net. Zhang Quanzhong set up a Hongmen banquet to behead the enemy chieftain, and before the banquet began, the man and I had already been made into fish and served on the table, just waiting for the guests to move.

This does not bode well – if the ambusher was trying to kill the Japanese, I would have been implicated and had been killed by mistake.

Opposite us is the door of the Westinghouse kitchen, which from the metaphysical orientation is exactly the meaning of "bait into the mouth of the fish".

"You Chinese very interesting, you obviously want to revolt, but you stuff a white cloth with writing in the belly of the fish, and then send a cook to kill the fish, and take out the white cloth from the belly of the fish to prove that you should be the emperor...... This kind of tricky ghost trick is probably only you Chinese can think of. For us Japanese, eating fish is eating fish, politics is politics, thaumaturgy is thaumaturgy, and women are women, all of which are clearly separated, and we never refer to the deer as a horse and fool all beings. He said.

The incident of "stuffing white cloth in the belly of the fish" probably refers to the history of the "Chen Sheng and Wu Guang uprisings". At that time, in order to prove his identity as a "son of destiny", Chen Sheng wrote the words "King Chen Sheng" on countless white cloths, and then stuffed them into the stomachs of countless fish, so that fishermen, cooks, and officials all consciously bowed down, thinking that it was a sign of providence.

Politics needs means, and this is understandable, and the history of Japan is also full of such bridges - suddenly, I figured out one thing, all events and changes are organically related, and he brought me here because he had a premonition that change was coming, but he was not sure, so he invited me to come with him to prove it.

Then, tonight's "eating fish" will be another battle that has to be fought again.

"Walking with you, very good, very good. I ignored all his words and said that the two "very good" already contained everything.

"You can understand that you are really 'very good'. He whispered, a terrifying murderous intent already in his eyes.

As soon as the half-curtain of the kitchen was lifted, a lean half-grown child came out with a clay basin in both hands.

The clay pot was about the same diameter as the face plate, but it still couldn't hold the big fish, and the tail of the fish rested on the rim of the basin, lifted half a foot high, and stretched diagonally into the air.

It's a restaurant, and usually, all the work in the restaurant revolves around the chef. Whether a restaurant can continue to operate for a long time, a good chef is crucial. Similarly, whether a killing layout can accomplish the goal or not, its axis is also the key.

I judged that the pivot point in the courtyard was within the Westinghouse kitchen.

"Here comes the fish—" shouted the young man with the basin in a long voice, and then placed the basin on our table.

The fish is indeed very fragrant, but there is a murderous intent behind the aroma, and I immediately feel that even this aroma has become disgusting.

"Two guest officers, do you want to drink?" the young man asked.

The man nodded: "Sorghum soju, two pots." ”

The young man agreed, went to the north house, and came back immediately, carrying two stoneware pots with a large belly and a small sip of wine, each with a capacity of at least one catty.

He put the flask down, took out a scythe made of iron from his apron pocket, and sparked with a spark as he rubbed the wheel. There was a paper medium under the fire sickle, and when the spark fell on the paper medium, an open flame was immediately ignited. Then, he used a paper medium to burn the spout of the flask, and the shochu ignited.

This method of scalding wine with an open flame is now rare, but it is a favorite way to play in old Jinan.

A spark can start a prairie fire.

I seem to have seen the future of the War of Resistance against Japan from the action of the little guy lighting the burning wine, in the years when the strong enemy pressed the city, Mars always existed, and the hatred of the Chinese people increased day by day, so that the final victory was achieved.

"Very well, go down. I said.

The young man smiled and turned back to the kitchen.

"I could have mobilized the military to sweep this place, but I don't want to. The Chinese say that when the water is clear, there are no fish. Sweep here, and everything is gone, including what I want. The man said.

I understood the threat in his words, and didn't answer, just looked at the flames dancing on the spout of the flask.

Of course, he has this ability, and burning, killing and looting is a common trick used by the occupying army, which has been seen many times in history. He refuses to choose a simple way, but takes another difficult and complicated path, and there must be some kind of deeper pursuit.

"What you want, you must not be able to get it by ordinary methods, and you have to force it as a last resort, so you can compromise like this. I said.

"What about you, aren't you?" he asked.

I smiled and bowed my head, calmly hiding my true thoughts.

The Mirror of the Divine Aspect is what I want, and more importantly, I want to defuse the city's crisis, whether it's a legacy of the past or a new addition to the present day - I have to keep the city safe and everyone free from the threat of death.

"It's not easy for us. He blew out the flames from one of the flasks, raised his hands, and greeted me.

Like him, I blew out the bright blue flame of alcohol, raised the jug in both hands, and touched the flask in his hand.

"To you, and to all the great causes of the world. He said.

"To the great and just cause. "I'll add for him.

"Haha, yes, to all the great righteous worlds in the world. He laughed twice.

We drank it, and the hot wine went into my throat like a fire, which made me excited and extremely alert.

"They're keeping a secret. He whispered under cover by putting down the flask.

"What about the Divine Mirror?" I immediately woke up.

"Yes, they are guarding this shop, this shop is the name given by the emperor in the past, and the four words outside the door are written by the emperor himself. In China, the emperor was the noblest and could have a nose with the gods. The inscription of the emperor is the most precious, and the name he gave is also the supreme ......"

The meaning of what he says is very vague and can be interpreted from various angles.

The name "Shenxiang Water Mirror" includes the word "god", and the other party said that the emperor is on a par with the gods, which is also completely correct, but I always feel that everyone's conjectures and speculations are close to the periphery of the truth, but they are always separated by a layer of different shades of tile.