It was another double day, Orange Peel and Li Shandong each pushed a cart of goods to Guang'anmen, and when they were about to reach the city gate, Wang Renshan sat in a foreign car and came over.

Li Shandong stopped the car: "Manager Wang, you are ......"

Tangerine Peel also nodded: "Hello Manager Wang!" ”

Wang Renshan got out of the car: "I just went to meet a customer, what's the matter, are you going to deliver the goods?" ”

Li Shandong nodded: "Yes, it will be delivered outside the city." ”

Wang Renshan said to the orange peel: "I'll say a few words to Shandong, you go first, and you will meet outside the city in a while." ”

Tangerine Peel picked up the handlebar: "Okay, you guys chat, I'll go first, Shandong, I'll wait for you at the door of the small restaurant outside the city." ”

Orange Peel walked away, and Li Shandong asked softly, "Manager, what's the matter with you?" ”

Wang Renshan smiled slightly: "It's okay, you sit here and rest for a while, smoke a cigarette, and stay for twenty minutes before leaving." ”

"But...... The orange peel is still waiting for me outside the city. ”

"Then let him wait." Wang Renshan said goodbye, got in the car and left.

Li Shandong sat on the steps of the roadside, took out a cigarette and lit it, and said to himself: "Listen to the manager, rest for twenty minutes before leaving." ”

At the gate of the city, the Japanese army was strictly checking the passers-by, and the orange peel pushed the cart all the way over, took the initiative to uncover the tarpaulin on the cart, and waited for the Japanese army to check. After the Japanese army checked the things of a fellow with a backpack in front of him, the orange peel pushed the cart forward a few steps, and said flatteringly: "Taijun, take a look." ”

Captain Nishimura walked over from behind, he took out a piece of ink and looked at it carefully, looking puzzled: "What is it?" ”

Orange Peel nodded and said, "Ink, Taijun, ink for writing." ”

The captain of the Nishimura squad looked at the orange peel carefully and said a string of Japanese, the orange peel didn't know what Nishimura was talking about, scratching his ears and cheeks and was in a hurry, the translator Zhang Guangcan ran over with sweat on his face and panting, he nodded to Nishimura first, and then frowned at the orange peel: "Why are you again?" ”

Orange Peel enthusiastically grabbed Zhang Guangcan: "Sir, you tell Taijun that this is what I made in the workshop I took you to last time." ”

Zhang Guangcan picked up a piece of ink and pouted: "It's not very good." Zhang Guangcan and the captain of the Nishimura team muttered Japanese, and Nishimura nodded, waved his hand, and let the orange peel pass.

Li Shandong threw away his cigarette butts, looked up at the sun, estimated that it was almost over, and pushed the cart towards the city gate. There were more people going out of the city, and there was a long queue, and Li Shandong pushed the board station to the end of the line.

Outside the city gate, Orange Peel pushed the cart forward, Zhao Sanlong stood under a big tree and looked in the direction of the city gate, saw Orange Peel coming, and quickly greeted him: "What about Shandong?" ”

"I met Manager Wang at the city gate, Manager Wang told him something, and he will catch up after a while."

"Give me the car, and you can go back and see."

"I'll leave it to you?"

"I brought the buyer and ate in the restaurant in front of me, and handed it over to them to live."

Orange Peel handed the cart to Zhao Sanlong: "Hey, this job, it's really fucking neat." ”

Li Shandong was in trouble, the Japanese army was facing a great enemy on the brush on the board car, the captain of the West Village squad held a center wolf in his hand and looked at it for a long time, he pointed to a line of small characters on the brush and asked Zhang Guangcan: "What is written on this?" ”

Zhang Guangcan replied: "This is written 'Rong Bao Zhai Producer'. ”

Nishimura thought for a moment, took out a piece of paper from the pocket of his military uniform, glanced at it quickly, and pointed to one place: "Rong Bao Zhai? ”

Zhang Guangcan nodded: "Exactly." ”

Nishimura immediately made a gesture and said a string of Japanese, and after listening to it, Zhang Guangcan shouted to Li Shandong: "Push the car to the side." ”

Li Shandong was stunned: "What is this for?" ”

"Rong Bao Zhai's, right? Taijun said, you have to check it carefully. ”

Li Shandong had no choice but to push the cart to the side, open the bundled bags of paper and brushes, and spread them on the ground.

At the door of the Yanjia small restaurant outside the city, Zhang Xiaolu's classmate Wu Xueqian and several young people were waiting anxiously, Zhao Sanlong pushed the cart over, and Wu Xueqian greeted him: "Sanlong, hard work!" ”

Zhao Sanlong put down the cart and took out a letter from his arms: "This is from our host." ”

Wu Xueqian quickly read the letter: "Thank you so much!" ”

Zhao Sanlong pointed to the ink on the car and whispered: "You can use it with warm water." He looked back, "Supposedly, that one should have come too." ”

Wu Xueqian instructed a young man: "Change to our car and go back immediately." ”

"Yes." The young man pushed the cart into the courtyard of the restaurant.

Wu Xueqian looked at the pocket watch: "Let's go in and have something to eat." ”

Zhao Sanlong shook his head: "No, I'll go to meet the car." ”

Naturally, Li Shandong's car was detained by the Japanese and not released out of the city. Back at Rong Bao Zhai, Li Shandong sat on the steps of the north house in the backyard in frustration, looking at the messed up of the stationery supplies on the board car and sighed. Song Huairen stood with his hands behind his back, puzzled: "It shouldn't be, when I greeted Mr. Inoue that day, he promised to be good, and Rong Baozhai's things will be released, why did he still not go out?" ”

Zhang Youlin came out of the north house with a tea bowl: "Huairen, can the words of the Japanese really point to it?" They say nicely in their mouths, what Sino-Japanese friendship, goodwill comes, goodwill goes, secretly guarding against you, Inoue Murakaru Hikaru is too not enough friends. ”

"Maybe it's a misunderstanding?"

Song Huairen was still thinking hard about what the problem was, and Orange Peel came in from the side door excitedly, and he first said to Zhang Youlin: "Dongjia, you are here." Then, he walked straight in front of Song Huairen: "President Song......" As soon as the words came out, he felt that something was wrong, so he quickly changed his words: "Oh, Deputy Manager Song, I have finished this job." Orange Peel glanced at Li Shandong proudly: "I'm still waiting for money to buy mixed noodles." ”

Song Huairen frowned: "How did you get out?" ”

"I swaggered out and walked out, and the Japanese didn't even fart." Orange peel is proud.

Li Shandong stood up: "Orange peel, I wonder, why are the Japanese so pleasing to the eye?" How did you make the Japanese feel comfortable? I will also introduce it to us. ”

Tangerine Peel's face sank: "Li Shandong, you are talking with thorns, don't think I can't hear it, what's wrong with the Japanese looking at me?" You kid is angry to find the Japanese to scatter ......"

Li Shandong stepped forward and grabbed the collar of the orange peel: "You say it again?" I'm not going to beat you out of the......"

Not to be outdone, Orange Peel said: "What's the matter? Want to fight, don't you? Can you move me to try it? You're not scared. ”

Song Huairen shouted: "What are you doing? What are you doing? Fight in front of the owner, do you want to do it anymore? ”

Zhang Youlin waved his hand at the orange peel: "Go ahead and find Manager Wang to open the money." ”

"Yes, host." Orange Peel said to Zhang Youlin again, he walked around behind Song Huairen, glared at Li Shandong, opened the door and entered the front hall.

Zhang Youlin returned to the north house, and after a while, Wang Renshan also came in, he closed the door casually, opened his mouth, but didn't say anything, the two of you look at me, I look at you, and their faces are full of gloom.

The transport of medicine and ink to the anti-Japanese base outside the city finally solved the urgent needs of the soldiers and civilians there, and out of consideration for the safety of Rong Bao Zhai, Wu Xueqian managed to open up another transportation channel. Zhang Youlin's personally funded ink-making workshop has been under the nose of the little devil until the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, which is Zhang Youlin and Yue Mingchun, Wang Renshan and Rong Baozhai, these ordinary citizens of Beiping, risked their lives at the important moment of national danger to make contributions to the country, which should be recorded in history.

Rong Bao Zhai just opened the door, there was no one on the street, a rickshaw stopped at the door, a villager got out of the car, he looked up at the plaque hanging high on the lintel, stood at the door and shouted: "Three babies, Zhao Sanwa......"

Li Shandong greeted him and came out: "Early in the morning, what are you shouting, who are you looking for?" ”

The fellow smiled: "Brother, I'm looking for three babies." ”

Li Shandong looked him up and down: "Three babies? No. ”

"Why not? The fourth uncle said that it was in Rong Bao Zhai. The fellow muttered.

"What's it called?"

"Oh, the surname is Zhao, and the big name is Zhao Sanlong."

"Hey, you said earlier, he went out and wasn't in the shop."

"Then can you bring a message to the third baby? His daughter-in-law was sick, pulling and throwing up, and wanted to ask him to go back. ”

Li Shandong nodded: "Okay, don't worry, I will definitely bring the words." ”

Zhao Sanlong returned to the shop, as soon as he heard that his daughter-in-law was sick, he was immediately worried, and stood behind the counter in a daze. Wang Renshan walked over and patted him on the shoulder: "Sanlong, I've heard that the west is not very clean now, and there are many people who make trouble in 'Huliela', I advise you...... Don't go back. ”

Zhao Sanlong hesitated: "Manager, the fourth uncle asked people to bring a message, it must be that Xiuhua'er is not lightly ill, her brother was disabled when he beat devils, and his leg was lame before he retired from the army and went home, he was taking care of Xiuhua'er, I don't worry, I still want to go back." ”

"It's hard to talk about the sickness in the west, I'm afraid of you...... Alas! Wang Renshan shook his head helplessly, turned around and walked to the account cabinet and took out some money and stuffed it to Zhao Sanlong, "Then go and go back quickly." ”

Before Zhao Sanlong could say thank you to the manager, Song Huairen shouted loudly outside the shop: "Who is there?" Hurry up and unload the truck! ”

A cart pulling flour stopped at the door of Rong Bao Zhai, and Song Huairen jumped out of the car vigorously.

Wang Renshan came to the door in surprise: "Huairen, this is ......"

Song Huairen patted his pocket: "A Japanese friend helped get it, manager, I'm a good Song person, and everyone is also wet." He craned his neck and looked into the shop: "Sanlong, send two bags to the owner in a while." ”

Zhao Sanlong and Li Shandong came out to carry flour, and Qian Xicai stood at the door of Huiyuan Pavilion with envy: "Look at Song Huairen, but the people in Beiping City are eating mixed noodles, and he can get a cart of white noodles." ”

The shopkeeper of Gu Yuan Pavilion next to him came over: "Hmph, maybe how did you get here, eat black-hearted food?" Make them choke! After a pause, Shopkeeper Wei seemed to remember something: "I said Qian guy, what's wrong with you Shopkeeper Chen?" ”

At the mention of Chen Fuqing, Qian Xicai couldn't help but let out a long sigh: "Alas! In Japan, the gendarmerie poured chili water, and Chen's shopkeeper also ran sixty people, where can the bones of the body withstand this? His son took out all the gold bars at home, but the Japanese didn't buy it, what they wanted was "Siming Mountain Residence Map", hey, I wondered, how did the Japanese know that Chen Shopkeeper had "Siming Mountain Residence Map" in his hand? Qian Xi is puzzled.

"Isn't that still unclear?" The shopkeeper of Wei looked at Song Huairen Nunu, and Qian Xicai suddenly realized.

However, in Song Huairen's opinion, he can be regarded as benevolent and righteous to Chen Fuqing. Huang Gongwang's "Residence in Siming Mountain" was picked up by Chen Fuqing at the Xiao Market of Chongwai Yue Wang Temple for 20 coppers to "pick up leaks"; he did not understand this to the Japanese, and he also said a lot of good things to Inoue Muramitsu, and won a good price, but Chen Fuqing just didn't buy it, and he didn't take it out, so he had to be brought into the gendarmerie on the charge of "colluding with the Communist Party", which was the inevitable result of competing with the Japanese.

Chen Fuqing's son understood better than his father, and when he saw that the momentum was not right, he quickly handed over the painting, and knelt on the ground and kowtowed to President Song......

"Siming Mountain Residence Map" finally arrived, Song Huairen did not dare to delay, and sent it to Inoue Murako's office in the afternoon of the same day.

Inoue Muramitsu took the "Siming Mountain Residence Map" with both hands, he put on snow-white gloves, slowly unfolded the "Siming Mountain Residence Map", and muttered to himself: "Huang Gongwang's masterpiece is so wonderful!" He admired it for a long time before he reluctantly put down the painting: "Mr. Song, if I remember correctly, Huang Gongwang is the head of the four Yuan families, this gentleman returned to the mountains and forests to be a hermit when he was desperate, wandering the rivers and lakes, 'his chivalry is like a Yan Zhao swordsman, and his reach is like a Jin and Song Dynasty drunkard', in this kind of arbitrary frankness, he has achieved a famous painting through the ages...... "Inoue Murako closed his eyes and indulged in it, he seemed to have returned to the distant Yuan Dynasty, and Huang Gongwangjun drank and danced swords together, and joined hands in the forest...... This kind of life is also the dream of Mitsuru Inoue, and he hopes that in the future, when the war is over, he can live this free and comfortable hermit life.

Song Huairen looked at Inoue Muramitsu's obsessed appearance, and couldn't guess what the Japanese was thinking about, so he had to stand respectfully and wait for Inoue Muramitsu to open his eyes.

The phone rang, Inoue Murakatsu took the phone, and finally returned to reality, he took out the four gold bars handed over by Chen Fuqing's son from the drawer: "These, all for you, continue to serve the imperial army, the next goal is the Zhang family's "Willow Ridge Picture" and "Xiling Holy Mother Post". ”

Song Huairen put the gold bar into his arms and bowed excitedly to Inoue Muramitsu: "Thank you, Mr. Inoue, "Liu Yu Tu" and "Our Lady of Xiling" can't run, Zhang Youlin will hand it over sooner or later, and this matter will be wrapped up in me." ”

Cholera, commonly known as "Huliela", due to the Japanese army's 1855 bacteriological unit in the Beiping area to spread cholera bacteria, resulting in the rapid spread of cholera, the Japanese army commander Nishimura Eiji ordered to block the epidemic area, burned all the infected and suspected patients to death, or threw them into a large pit with lime and buried alive, the Beiping area was shrouded in a terrifying atmosphere.

Zhao Sanlong hurried home with some food, and from time to time he saw a large truck with a red cross flag and cholera patients whizzing past him, and he was even more anxious.

When he returned home, he saw Xiuhua'er's eyes closed, curled up on the bed made of broken wooden planks without saying a word, Zhao Sanlong put down the burden on his shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed, he stroked Xiuhua'er's forehead and asked softly: "Hua'er, are you better?" ”

Before Xiuhua'er could answer, Tie Zi came in with a bowl of wild vegetable soup with a limp, and when he saw Zhao Long, his expression changed greatly: "Three babies, why are you here?" Embroidery's illness won't get better for a while, don't get infected again! ”

"Brother, the fourth uncle asked someone to bring me a letter." Zhao Sanlong took the bowl from Tiezi's hand and reached out to help the embroidery flowers, "Flowers, get up, let's drink the soup." ”

"Hey, this fourth uncle, I can't stop it!" Tiezi was very annoyed.

Xiuhua'er struggled and vomited before she could sit up, Zhao Sanlong hurriedly dodged the bowl, but the dirt she spit out still splashed into the bowl, making Zhao Sanlong all over. Tiezi came over to hold the embroidery, wiped the embroidery's mouth with his sleeve, sighed, and slowly put the embroidery and lay down.

Zhao Sanlong looked at the bowl that was spit dirty by the embroidered flowers, hesitated for a moment, and splashed the soup on the ground.

The two stood in the courtyard, and Tiezi urged: "I'll take care of the embroidery, you better leave quickly." ”

Zhao Sanlong's face was full of worry: "Brother Tiezi, it's not possible to embroider the flowers like this, I'll go back to the city to get some medicine and send it over immediately." ”

"Listen to me, come back quickly, the embroidery is hard, maybe you can carry it, don't come, this 'Tiger Liela' is too powerful, if it is passed on to you, it will be amazing!"

Zhao Sanlong shook his head: "Brother Tiezi, I am a man who embroiders flowers, I should stay and take care of her when she is sick, even if she is sick, it is my life, besides, you are her brother, you are not afraid of being infected, why should I be afraid?" ”

Tiezi was anxious: "You compare with me?" I crawled out of the pile of dead people on the battlefield, and now I am still alive for nothing, and one of our brothers will live one of my brothers, you say, can I still be afraid of death? I'm fucking desperate...... Go and be the companions of the brethren. Sanwazi, you listen to me, hurry up, I'll hold it here, if I and the embroidery really didn't carry it, this is also fate, you remember to burn some paper for us on the death day every year......"

The two were still arguing, and suddenly, there was a noise in the distance, Tiezi listened carefully for a moment, and his face sank: "It's not good, the village is going to be closed, hurry up and walk from the path!" ”

Zhao Sanlong stood still and didn't move: "Brother Tiezi, this won't work......"

Tiezi pushed him and yelled, "Let me go......"

Zhao Sanlong was forcibly driven away by Tiezi, and he quickly ran to the back mountain by taking the path. In the village, Japanese soldiers in protective suits were already searching the villages, setting fire to houses and forcibly throwing cholera patients and the sick and weak onto trucks. Zhao Sanlong climbed up the back mountain, he stopped, looked home, only to see Tiezi holding the embroidery with one hand, and the other hand and the Japanese soldier wearing protective clothing tore, struggling not to let the Japanese soldier drag the embroidery away, the Japanese soldier in charge of the guard rushed up with a gun, and knocked the iron to the ground with the butt of a gun...... Zhao Sanlong's eyes widened angrily: "Damn, little Japan, Lao Tzu fought with you......"

He was just about to rush down the mountain, but was hugged by a fellow chopping wood: "Three babies, you can't, you will die when you go back!" ”

Embroidery was forcibly dragged out of the yard by Japanese soldiers wearing protective clothing, Embroidery broke free, she screamed and pounced on Tiezi: "Brother......"

The Japanese soldier in charge of the guard met him, raised his gun and stabbed it, and the embroidered flower staggered, clutching his stomach and falling to the ground, blood gushing out from his fingers. The Japanese soldier in charge of the guard stretched out his hand and was about to pull it, when a Japanese officer rushed over, pushed the Japanese soldier on alert aside, and stretched out his hand to greet the Japanese soldier wearing protective clothing. Two Japanese soldiers in protective suits came over, discussed briefly, and dragged the embroidered flowers to the room where they had been lit.

Tiezi struggled to stand up: "Flowers......"

In front of the burning house, Japanese soldiers wearing protective clothing lifted embroidered flowers, gave them away, and threw them into the fire.

"Ahh

After Tiezi was knocked down by the Japanese soldiers with the butt of his gun, he rolled to the corner of the courtyard wall and reached into the hole in the wall to grope for it.

Suddenly, a Japanese soldier shouted in horror, only to see a grenade appear in Tiezi's hand, and the bottom end of the wooden handle "swished" with white smoke, apparently it had been pulled. Several Japanese soldiers hurriedly pulled the bolt of the gun and loaded the bullet, but it was too late, only to hear Tiezi shout: "Company commander, brothers, Tiezi is here!" ”

With a "boom", a grenade exploded, and everyone in the courtyard fell in the smoke of the fire. Zhao Sanlong's eyes darkened and he fell to the ground......

It was getting late, the shop was closed, the guys began to put on the window panel, Wang Renshan and Song Huairen chatted without a match: "The shopkeeper Chen on the other side has been released?" ”

"I was beaten, and I took out gold bars, but it was useless, the Japanese wanted "Siming Mountain Residence Map", and when they arrived, they still took out "Siming Mountain Residence Map", and then they changed their lives." Song Huairen explained in detail.

"I heard that I was beaten quite lightly."

"Hey, it's all self-inflicted, if you had cooperated with the Japanese earlier, as for it?"

"I don't understand, how do the Japanese know that Chen Fuqing has "Siming Mountain Residence Map" in his hand?"

"Who are the Japanese? Inoue Murakatsu walked around the glass factory more than ten years ago, who knows what they have in their hands, and the next step is our host's turn. Song Huairen said casually.

Wang Renshan was shocked, but he still pretended to be casual: "Rong Bao Zhai is a southern paper shop, operating pen, ink, paper and inkstone, what can the owner have?" ”

"You don't know that, do you?" Song Huairen looked very mysterious, he leaned in front of Wang Renshan and lowered his voice, "The owner has Song Huizong's "Willow Bird Picture" and Monk Huaisu's "Xiling Holy Mother Post", Inoue Mura Hikari has long ......been thinking about it."

This is not a trivial matter, after Song Huairen left slowly, Wang Renshan hurriedly came to Zhang's house.

Zhang Youlin was furious when he heard Wang Renshan's words, he slammed the tea bowl on the ground with a "bang", and scolded loudly: "Villain, despicable, it's just a dog!" ”

"The owner, Song Huairen is originally a vicious dog, he will have retribution sooner or later, the question is what to do now?"

Zhang Youlin didn't have an idea for a while, he was so angry that he walked around the living room: "I know what to do? Anyway, we must not let "Liu Yu Tu" and "Our Lady of Xiling" fall into the hands of the Japanese. ”

Wang Renshan frowned: "But you can't have a hard top, Chen Fuqing is a lesson from the past." ”

"The Japanese don't want my life, anyway, I want to open it, the calligraphy and painting are left by the ancestors, and they can't be snatched away in my hands, otherwise I, Zhang Youlin, will be sorry for the ancestors."

He Jiabi shed tears: "Of course we can't hand it over, but ...... We have to think of a way, such a hard top is not a problem, the Japanese can do anything. ”

"Owner, I'm thinking, hard top definitely won't work, I think we still have to play with the Japanese. To be honest, don't look at Inoue Mura Hikaru who has been mixed in the glaze factory for more than ten years, just his little bit of Taoism, that is, the level of "Three Character Classic" and "Hundred Family Names", is still far from the market. ”

Zhang Youlin calmed down: "What do you mean...... Fool them with imitations? ”

"You have to hurry, listen to Song Huairen's meaning, Chen Fuqing's matter is over, it will be your turn."

Zhang Youlin thought for a moment and shook his head: "It's not so easy to fake, in addition to good craftsmanship and reliable people, it is best to find ancient paper and ancient ink, only in this way can the effect of chaos be achieved, the problem is, now that the eyebrows are burned, where to find the right person?" ”

yes, where to find the right people? The living room was quiet, and the brains of the three people were spinning rapidly, and suddenly, He Jiabi spoke: "Otherwise, give Song Huairen an errand first, spend him away, and delay the time?" ”

Wang Renshan's eyes lit up: "Yes! That's a good idea, ma'am. ”

At this time, on Qianmen Street, the orange peel that had just been dyed with "Hu Liela" was discovered by the Japanese epidemic prevention team, and he and several cholera patients were forced into a corner with bayonets by Japanese soldiers wearing protective suits.

Jiro Nitta, the head of the Japanese epidemic prevention team, asked his subordinate Mimoto Takeo: "Can these people be diagnosed?" "Before the war, Sanben Jifu was a traveling doctor in the streets and alleys of Yongguan City, Hokkaido, and he knew some medical skills, but he belonged to the category of two knives. He nodded thoughtfully: "It can be diagnosed, it's cholera, it needs special treatment, and we need to prepare some more lime." ”

"No problem, there is no cure for the disease, but there is lime." Jiro Nitta beckons. Several Japanese soldiers carried a basket of quicklime from the truck.

Orange Peel found out that something was wrong, and he hurriedly shouted: "Taijun, Taijun, I am a member of the maintenance society, if you don't believe it, you can investigate, our president's name is Song Huairen, Taijun, I am my own person, I am not 'Huliela'......"

Sanben picked up a shovel of quicklime from the basket and threw it on the orange peel's body, demonstrating to the people next to him: "In this way, first eliminate the poison, and then pull away the ......."

The orange peel was choked and coughed, he spit out a mouthful of quicklime, and pounced on it with a scolding: "Little Japan, you fucking cross the river and tear down the bridge?" Master Tangerine is busy with you before and after the saddle, do you still have a fucking conscience......"

The scolding of the orange peel alarmed Song Huairen, who was hurrying across the street, and he hesitated, but still did not pass, and turned around and went into a silk village next to him. Through the glass window of the silk village, Song Huairen saw that Jiro Nitta was annoyed and angry, he pulled out his pistol and shot the orange peel "pop, pop" is two shots, blood gushed out of the orange peel's chest, and the orange peel slowly fell. Song Huairen faintly heard the last scolding of Tangerine Peel: "Little Japan, I'll fuck your ancestors......" He closed his eyes in fear.

The guy from the silk village came over: "Sir, don't you come to Xiangyun Veil?" Buy this season and sell it cheaply to you......"

Song Huairen came back to his senses and left in a hurry.

When he came to Inoue's office, Song Huairen was still respectful, as if nothing had happened, he haha: "Mr. Inoue, I'm leaving with you." ”

Inoue Murako was slightly stunned: "You want to leave?" ”

Song Huairen hurriedly explained: "For the time being, our owner asked me to go to the south to buy goods. ”

"Is there any progress on the "Willow Bird Picture" and "Our Lady of Xiling"?"

"It's in the hands of the owner, I'll greet you when I get back."

"Then go and go back quickly, I still have a lot of things for you to do."

"Don't worry!"

Coming out of Inoue Muramitsu, the scene on Qianmen Street resurfaced in front of him, and Song Huairen shed tears rarely, attracting curious glances from passers-by. He reached out and wiped it: "Yes, orange peel, you can go!" Later, my brother will buy you paper money, so that you can spend it when you go to the underworld......"

It was already more than ten o'clock in the evening when Wang Renshan came back from Tianjin, and he didn't dare to delay, and went straight to Zhang's house without stopping. After getting off the foreign car at the gate of Zhang's house, Wang Renshan stepped up the steps and was about to knock on the door, but the employee had already opened the door from the inside: "Manager Wang, the master is waiting for you." In the study, Zhang Youlin was rummaging through old paper and ancient ink, Wang Renshan hurriedly walked in, Zhang Youlin raised his head, and asked eagerly: "How is it?" ”

Wang Renshan took a breath: "The owner, I found the shopkeeper of Dexin Zhai in Tianjin, he is my friend for many years, and he is also reliable, he has dealings with fraudsters, and he is willing to help, it seems that the "Xiling Holy Mother Post" is not a big problem, but ......" Wang Renshan looked a little embarrassed, "I need to send the authentic work over for copying." ”

"Bring the real thing over? It's too dangerous, it's not going to work. Zhang Youlin flatly refused.

"Yes...... It's not like it, how can people imitate it? ”

"What if I went to the photo studio and took pictures?"

Wang Renshan shook his head: "I've thought about it, it's not reliable, if you take pictures instead of one or two, you have to take all the details, we don't have reliable people in the photo studio, in case it leaks out, it will be a big trouble." ”

The wall clock on the wall walked "tick, tick", and the study was silent for a while, and after a long time, Zhang Youlin sighed and said: "Alas, I can't think of a rut, anyway, I can't come up with the real handiwork." ”

Wang Renshan was still meditating, Zhang Youlin took the old paper and ancient ink and put it on the desk: "Renshan, I turned out some old things last night, you see, this paper is from the Song Dynasty, and the ink is from the Yuan Dynasty......

Wang Renshan suddenly slapped his head: "Yes!" Why didn't I remember it earlier? Owner, you may not know that these days we have made a major breakthrough over there, and Rong Bao Zhai's woodblock watermark technology has basically matured......"

Zhang Youlin waved his hand: "This is nothing new, our "Ten Bamboo Zhai Notes" have been printed. ”

"That's different, "Ten Bamboo Zhai Notes" just printed the patterns on the ancient paper, in order not to let these patterns be lost, the degree of simulation is not high, but our woodblock watermark technology is specially developed for antique paintings, its goal: to copy ancient and modern paintings, to achieve the degree of resembling the original."

"Oh, you mean, there is only one famous painting, if you can reproduce a realistic imitation, it is a must for Rong Bao Zhai, and many people can afford it?"

"That's right, this is a new business, in this business, no shop in Liuli Factory can compete with Rong Bao Zhai."

Zhang Youlin pondered: "I'm afraid the process of this technology will be very complicated, right?" ”

"That's it, I'll take you to see it tomorrow."

Early the next morning, Wang Renshan accompanied Zhang Youlin to Rong Bao Zhai's post set of works, only to see that the painters were lowering their heads to sketch the sketches, the engravers were concentrating on carving, and the printers were methodically imposing and coloring. Zhang Youlin walked around and came out, but he still looked worried: "Renshan, if we copy the "Our Lady of Xiling" with woodblock watermark technology, can we fool the Japanese?" ”

Wang Renshan shook his head: "I'm afraid it won't work, it's okay to bluff the layman with the technology of woodblock watermarking, but the connoisseur can't be blinded, I mean ......" He approached Zhang Youlin and whispered: "Copy the "Xiling Holy Lady Post" with the technology of woodblock watermarking, and then take it out for fraud." ”

"I used to hate cheating the most, but I didn't expect that I, Zhang Youlin, would also cheat today!" Zhang Youlin sighed.

Wang Renshan disagreed: "The owner, there is no way to do this, you can't reason with the robbers, so you have to fool them." ”

"Can 'Willow Bird' be reproduced with a woodblock watermark?"

"No, the "Willow Bird Map" is too complicated, and the current technology can't reach it, so we have to think of another way."

But what do you think? Wang Renshan returned to Rong Bao Zhai with a heavy heart, he had just stepped into the threshold, and suddenly found that Zhang Daqian was in the shop, Wang Renshan was stunned: "Eighth master, why are you here at this time?" ”

Zhang Daqian smiled: "I'm throwing myself into the net!" ”

Wang Renshan reacted immediately: "You're here to pick up your wife and child, right?" Zhang Daqian has been copying murals in the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang, and his wife and children stayed in Beiping.

"Take the calligraphy and paintings left in Beiping with you, almost ready, and set off in two days, I will say goodbye to you, the Japanese occupy Beiping, and I don't know when it will be a head, I'm afraid, we will rarely meet again for a while."

Wang Renshan let Zhang Daqian go to the north house in the backyard, and Zhang Daqian said indignantly: "The Japanese are really not things, I have only been in Peking for a few days, and I have seen several murders and rapes at the door of my house." ”

"Alas, it's not a peaceful day." Wang Renshan subconsciously looked out, he remembered that Song Huairen had already arrived in Huizhou at this time, so he let Zhang Daqian continue.

"There is a big Zhuang rice shop in front of my house, the people who buy mixed noodles are lined up well, a group of Japanese soldiers came over, rushed to the big girl and the little daughter-in-law, and untied their clothes while dragging them out, and a few bloody men rushed up to stop them, the Japanese soldiers couldn't help but say, they were killed when they were shot, what is this line of work, it's purely animal ......"

Zhang Daqian was still talking, Wang Renshan's eyes suddenly lit up, and he slapped his thigh excitedly: "That's right, it's really an endless road!" ”

"I said, big brother...... What's the stubble? Zhang Daqian stopped talking, he looked at Wang Renshan suspiciously, and the second monk was puzzled.

"Oh, that's the ......" Wang Renshan pulled the chair to Zhang Daqian and told him like this, but what Wang Renshan never expected was that Zhang Daqian actually refused.

Wang Renshan couldn't help but get angry, and his words were out of proportion, the two of them actually got up, Zhang Daqian stood up and walked away. Wang Renshan regretted it, he knew the temper of the eighth master, what the eighth master didn't want to do, even if he put the knife on his neck, he wouldn't do it, but this was the only feasible way in front of him, and he couldn't miss it...... Helplessly, Wang Renshan came to Zhang's house listlessly.

In the study, Zhang Youlin also frowned after listening to Wang Renshan's narration, and was speechless for a long time. In the evening, He Jiabi came in and asked them to eat, and Zhang Youlin suddenly had an idea.

The next day, He Jiabi took "Willow Bird" to visit Zhang Daqian alone. Zhang Daqian and He Jiabi have met twice, he is very polite to He Jiabi, and he personally visited Mrs. Zhang, and he guessed in his heart. The two chatted for a few words, and He Jiabi took out the "Willow Bird Picture" from the Nanmu box and sent it to him with both hands. Zhang Daqian waved his hand again and again: "No, no, no, Manager Wang mentioned to me yesterday, this is impossible, madam, Song Huizong's painting is not difficult to imitate, if I do it, it is not a difficult thing, but I have sworn that I will never paint imitation in the future, why?" The name is imitation, of course, it doesn't hurt to play with it, but some people are stunned to sell it as an original, isn't this a pit person? This kind of thing, I Zhang Daqian can't do, so I swear that I will never imitate paintings again in this life, don't embarrass me, "Willow Bird Picture...... You'd better take it back. Zhang Daqian pushed "Willow Bird Picture" back to He Jiabi.

Listening to Zhang Daqian's words, He Jiabi's tears flowed down involuntarily, she took out her handkerchief, wiped her tears and said: "Mr. Daqian, yesterday Manager Wang offended you in a hurry, I will compensate you for him." The Japanese are determined to get the "Willow Ridge Picture", if they don't get it, then my husband's life will be hanging, Huiyuan Pavilion Chen shopkeeper must have heard of it, "Willow Crane Picture" is our Zhang family, but also the national treasure left by our ancestors, what can not fall into the hands of the Japanese, the safest way in front of you is to ask you to imitate a picture, the Japanese fooled the past. He Jiabi picked up "Willow Bird Picture", raised her hands above her head, and knelt down for Zhang Daqian: "Mr. Daqian, I beg you, please help me no matter what!" He Jiabi's tears rained down.

"This can't be helped, madam, please get up quickly, I promise you can't do it......" Zhang Daqian hurriedly helped He Jiabi up.

After the copy of "Our Lady of Xiling" came out, Wang Renshan rushed to Tianjin in a hurry. He Jintang, the shopkeeper of Dexinzhai antique shop, is about the same age as Wang Renshan, and there is also a number one in the antique calligraphy and painting industry in Tianjin. ”

Wang Renshan hurriedly waved his hand: "This has nothing to do with Rong Bao Zhai, it's my personal matter to ask you, the business is not good at the moment, everyone still has to eat, right?" As he spoke, he approached He Jintang: "Your brother has to be tight, this is done behind our owner's back, if it is spread out, I'm afraid that the manager of Rong Bao Zhai will not be able to do it." ”

Jin Tang nodded again and again: "I know, I know, Zhang Youlin doesn't like to come here the most." ”

Wang Renshan took out a brocade box from his bag and handed it to He Jintang: "Coming out of the palace, brother, you have to worry a lot, how long does it take to finish the imitation?" ”

He Jintang opened the brocade box, and inside was a beautifully crafted enamel amphora, He Jintang couldn't put it down, and he said slowly: "It depends on your luck." ”

"I'll be waiting in Tianjin, the sooner the better!"

Sending Wang Renshan to the hotel, He Jintang was in a hurry to send his men to invite Li Moyun. After Erqingni's death, Li Moyun's business in Beiping was greatly affected, and soon he moved the counterfeiting workshop to Tianjin, where he had become the boss of the industry over the years. Li Moyun was late, and it wasn't until the evening of the next day that he walked into Dexin Zhai on crutches, and He Jintang greeted him: "Uncle Li, it's really hard for you to invite." ”

Li Moyun walked around the shop, sat down, He Jintang poured him tea, Li Moyun stretched out his hand: "Take it." ”

"What?"

Li Moyun withdrew his hand: "Shopkeeper He, if you tease me, I won't play with you today, and there will be a dinner later." Li Moyun stood up: "I'll go first." ”

He Jintang hurriedly stopped: "Don't, don't price, Uncle Li, you are my uncle, can you sit down first?" ”

Li Moyun sat down again, and He Jintang took out a copy of the "Xiling Holy Lady": "Look at this, I want you to find someone to imitate one, you must be a master." ”

Li Moyun glanced at it: "This is enough work, and the price of one imitation is not low." ”

"You can't afford to lose, how about I give me a double honorarium?"

Li Moyun took a sip of tea: "I'll think about it." ”

Two months have passed in a blink of an eye, and Song Huairen has returned to Beiping. If you want to say that he cares the most, he still maintains the affairs of the club, after coming back, he goes to the shop every day to take a look, and he will never see anyone again, anyway, Wang Renshan went back to his hometown to visit relatives - the guys told him so, there is nothing big in the shop, and even if there is, he can't worry about it. Song Huairen was worried about the task assigned by Inoue Muramitsu, which was not easy to do, but it had to be done if it was not easy to do, and he imagined those golden and attractive gold bars in his mind, and he came to Zhang's house with a hard head.

Zhang Youlin didn't seem to be very satisfied with Song Huairen, and asked ignorantly: "I heard that you are going to marry your aunt's wife in Shanghai, is there such a thing?" ”

Song Huairen hurriedly denied it: "The thing that has no shadow is purely a rumor." ”

"Why did you stay so long?"

"What you explained, can you come back?" He leaned in front of Zhang Youlin, "The owner, the Japanese of Jiahe Trading Company, are worried about your family heirloom "Liu Yu Tu" and "Xiling Holy Mother Post", they pay a lot of money. ”

Zhang Youlin waved his hand impatiently: "Let's talk about it in a few days." ”

"You haven't forgotten the matter of the shopkeeper of Huiyuan Pavilion, have you? It's bankrupt, my life is almost gone, and I have to hand over the painting when it's time, so why bother? You can weigh it up. Song Huairen put down these words and turned to leave.

Zhang Youlin looked at Song Huairen's back and threw the tea bowl on the ground with a "snap".

Song Huairen heard the sound behind him, but he didn't plan to worry about Zhang Youlin at this time, and it would not be too late to clean him up when this old thing handed over the "Willow Bird Picture" and "Xiling Madonna's Post...... Song Huairen remembered that he came out of the shop in a hurry just now, and forgot to take the small notebook that recorded other people's anti-Japanese remarks, which was precious information, in case it was seen by the guys...... No, it's still practical to get it back, so Song Huairen turned back to the glass factory.

Before entering the gate of Rong Bao Zhai, he heard the siren, Song Huairen stopped, and saw that on the street corner to the east, the Japanese motorcycle pulled the siren to open the road in front, and the epidemic prevention vehicle followed closely and was whistling towards this side. The convoy stopped at the gate of the Guyuan Pavilion diagonally opposite Rong Bao Zhai, and the Japanese soldiers who jumped off the motorcycle dispersed the tourists and blocked the road, and the Japanese soldiers wearing protective clothing who jumped off the epidemic prevention vehicle rushed into the Guyuan Pavilion, and there were crying, scolding, smashing and shouting from the Japanese in the Guyuan Pavilion.

"Smack-" After a gunshot, the inside was quiet, and the Wei shopkeeper and his guys of Guyuan Pavilion were pushed and shoved by the Japanese army and hit the epidemic prevention vehicle, and the vigilant Japanese army sealed the gate of Guyuan Pavilion.

Passers-by exchanged their heads: "It seems that someone in the Guyuan Pavilion has got 'Hu Liera'." ”

"Yo, it's over, I heard that I couldn't come back if I was taken away by the Japanese......"

The epidemic prevention car drove away, the crowd dispersed, Song Huairen dusted off the dust on his long shirt, and then walked into the door. Zhao Sanlong looked at him with slanted eyes, undisguised his disgust. A stinky guy actually dares to make a mistake with President Song? It's greasy, isn't it? Song Huairen was angry and didn't fight in one place: "Why are you squinting at me?" What's wrong? ”

"You're the only fucking mess with you, you're a mess!" Zhao Sanlong was furious.

"Zhao Sanlong, who are you scolding? What's the deal with finding a ballast? ”

"I scolded the one who didn't do anything else, the shopkeeper Wei of Guyuan Pavilion had diarrhea all day, and the Japanese knew it today, who told the secret, and who the knew it."

Song Huairen was simply smoking, and his voice trembled a little: "Zhao Sanlong, you kid don't scold Huai with me here, the shopkeeper Wei has to go to see if he is sick, the Japanese are interesting enough, don't need money to see a doctor, and come to pick up the patient by car, where in the world to find this good thing?" If I hadn't come back in time......"

"Damn, sure enough, you told the secret, Song Huairen, why are you so lacking in virtue?"

"The surname is Zhao, you have a clean mouth, don't feel uncomfortable, who are you scolding?"

"I'll just scold you, what's wrong? I'll beat you up when I'm in a hurry, surnamed Song, what the are you, that is, a dog with a wagging tail raised by the Japanese. ”

"You dare? Can you beat me up? ”

Zhao Sanlong picked up a punch and hit Song Huairen in the face, Song Huairen fell on his back, Zhao Sanlong pounced on Song Huairen's body, opened the bow left and right, and beat Song Huairen in the face.

Song Huairen struggled and screamed: "Come on, kill someone, Zhao Sanlong kill people......"

Zhao Sanlong became more and more energetic, and the guys next to him shouted "Don't fight, don't fight...... but no one went up to pull Zhao Sanlong away.

Zhang Youlin was depressed and left home to go to the bird market to relax. Xu Lianchun, who was old, saw Zhang Youlin coming over, put down the bird cage, and took a few steps to Zhang Youlin: "Mr. Zhang, thank you for rewarding Lao Bei Ziye with a coffin, your great kindness and virtue cannot be repaid in this life, and you will definitely return it as a cow and a horse in the next life." ”

"You're welcome, is the funeral done?"

Xu Lianchun nodded: "It's done, Lao Bei Ziye's things are left with this nest chick, I can't take it away, I sell it easily, change the two of them, and I'll go back to my hometown." ”

Zhang Youlin teased the birds in the cage, a middle-aged man wearing a melon skin hat, a sapphire blue gown, and two bird cages in his hands walked over, he stopped beside Zhang Youlin and politely owed his body: "Mr. Zhang, rare." ”

Zhang Youlin watched it for a long time before he recognized it, and he was quite surprised: "Mr. Inoue, what's the matter, you also play with birds?" ”

"Do you follow the customs, I have nothing to do, just play casually, you see, how about this thrush?" Hikaru Inoue handed over the birdcage in his left hand.

Zhang Youlin took it and looked at it, and shook his head: "You almost mean to play with thrush, this kind of bird pays attention to walking, you have to carry the cage on the street every day, shake the cage with both arms, the distance you travel can only increase and not decrease, do you have so much time?" ”

"This ...... And so much more? "Hikaru Inoue obviously doesn't understand.

"Of course, playing with birds is no less learned than appreciating calligraphy and painting, so let's just say that this thrush is ......."

On a whim, Zhang Youlin was about to clean up the literacy of Inoue Muramitsu, when Li Shandong ran over panting: "The owner ......" Li Shandong looked at Inoue Muramitsu and stopped talking.

"Mr. Inoue, I'm out of company." Zhang Youlin returned the bird cage to him.

Xu Lianchun stopped Zhang Youlin: "Otherwise, this lark will be given to you?" ”

Zhang Youlin waved his hand: "Thank you, since my uncle passed away, I won't touch this thing, see you later!" ”

Zhang Youlin and Li Shandongshan walked outside the bird market, and Xu Lianchun took the bird cage to Inoue Muramitsu: "This lord, you see, the authentic imported larks, the nest chicks from Zhangjiakou, the real ......" The two bargained.

Walking seven or eight feet away, Li Shandong said anxiously: "Owner, the two Japanese who came to Jiahe Trading Company a few days ago came to ask for "Liu Yu Tu" and "Xiling Our Lady's Post" again, and gave a three-day deadline, and Manager Wang didn't have a letter, what do you say we should do?" ”

Zhang Youlin frowned when he heard this.

"And ......" Li Shandong hesitated for a moment, "Zhao Sanlong beat Song Huairen, and the beating was not light, and the surname Song went to the Japanese gendarmerie to complain with a blue nose and swollen face." ”

"Well deserved! What about Zhao Sanlong, how is he? ”

"I was about to tell you, Zhao Sanlong ran away after beating Song Huairen, and he didn't even take the cover, he left a word......" Li Shandong looked around and lowered his voice, "He went to Xishan to cast eight roads!" ”

Zhang Youlin stopped: "That's fine, if I were twenty years younger, I would also go to the eighth road." ”

When he got home, Zhang Youlin hung up a long-distance phone call to Tianjin, He Jintang said that Wang Renshan had left in the morning, and Zhang Youlin's heart was half relieved.

Wang Renshan hurried and hurried, and finally came back in the evening with the imitation of "Our Lady of Xiling". Zhang Youlin couldn't wait to unfold it, pondered it carefully, and then let out a sigh: "The imitation is not bad, he is a master, and the price is not low, right?" ”

Wang Renshan wiped the sweat on his face: "Of course, this kind of person easily does not show his skills, and when he shows it, it is a high price, if there is no reliable person to introduce you, you really can't find them." Alas, it was finally imitated, and all that remained was framing. ”

"How soon do you estimate it will take?"

"It's going to take a week."

Zhang Youlin shook his head: "No, it's too slow." ”

"How's the Willow Bird Picture?"

"It's done." Zhang Youlin pointed to the east wall.

"Willow Eagle" hung on the east wall, Wang Renshan walked over and took a closer look, and couldn't help but praise: "The craftsmanship of the eighth master is really extraordinary, and the little devil may not be able to identify it even if he compares it to the original." ”

The next day, Zhang Youlin took the initiative to visit Song Huairen's house, and after saying some comforting words that were not painful, he said helplessly: "Huairen, I have thought about it, I still take out the "Willow Bird Picture" and "Xiling Holy Mother Post" to save trouble. ”

Song Huairen never expected Zhang Youlin to take out the family heirloom treasure so quickly, he was overjoyed, and couldn't help but hold Zhang Youlin's hand: "Dongjia, that's right, you are more atmospheric than Chen's shopkeeper, aren't you just two calligraphy and paintings?" What's the big deal. The Japanese like it, just let it go to them. ”

"I didn't say I'd give it now." Zhang Youlin withdrew his hand.

"What's the matter, it's changed again?"

Zhang Youlin explained the reason: "Beiping Art School is going to hold a calligraphy and painting collection exhibition, "Liu Yu Tu" and "Xiling Our Lady" are on display, I plan to wait for this exhibition to finish, and then let it to the Japanese, you go to discuss with Jiahe Trading Company." ”

So that's the case, Song Huairen promised: "This should be no problem, I still have some face with the Japanese......"

Huo Zhenxi, who was eighty-four years old, was sitting in the living room of his own house in Shanghai with his eyes closed, and the housekeeper walked in gently: "Sir, two Japanese people have come here and want to see you." ”

Huo Zhenxi opened his eyes: "Well, let them in." ”

After a while, Sasaki and Takeda Masao, officers of the Special High Division of the Japanese Occupation Army in Shanghai, came to the living room with the housekeeper, and the two bowed to Huo Zhenxi: "Mr. Huo, excuse me." ”

Huo Zhenxi sat on the Taishi chair and didn't move, just raised his finger and pointed to the chair opposite him: "Sit!" ”

They sat down, and Sasaki spoke: "Mr. Huo, a few days ago, we asked Mr. Li to pay tribute to you, as well as the proposal for cooperation between us, I wonder how Mr. Huo thought about it?" ”

Huo Zhenxi sneered: "I thought about it, but I just didn't figure it out, so I wondered, why do you Japanese give me face like this?" I, Huo Zhenxi, am not a military dignitary, and second, I am not a government official, I am just an inconspicuous grass farmer on the beach, what can I cooperate with you? ”

Masao Takeda owes himself: "Mr. Huo is too modest, as far as I know, Mr. Huo is the founder of Xinhai, a powerful figure of the Hui nationality in the northwest, and there are inextricable connections with folk gangs all over China, even the famous Boss Huang and Boss Du in Shanghai also let you have three points, if a powerful person like you can cooperate with us, it is something we can't ask for." ”

"Oh, understood, let me use the old relationship to make intelligence, and then provide it to you, so that you Japanese can kill the Chinese with your hands and feet, is that so?" Huo Zhenxi hit the nail on the head.

Masao Takeda was about to have a seizure when he heard this, but he was held down by Sasaki, who cleared his throat: "Mr. Huo, don't be impulsive, we can discuss it slowly." We can understand your hostility towards the Japanese Empire, after all, there is a state of war between our two countries, but I can tell you that according to our national policy, Japan is not hostile to China, and our purpose is to build a new Asia, Asians of their own, free from the oppression of Western colonialism......"

Huo Zhenxi waved his hand: "Okay, okay, don't talk nonsense, Lao Tzu is too lazy to listen to this, just say it, Lao Tzu doesn't cooperate, what can you do with me?" ”

Masao Takeda stood up suddenly: "Mr. Huo, you should know the consequences of fighting against the imperial army, the lives of you and your family are in your own hands, you think clearly." ”

Huo Zhenxi looked up to the sky and laughed: "Little rabbit cub, have you only eaten salty salt for a few years?" Dare to talk to your grandfather like this, tell you, I want to hit my family's idea, there is no door, Lao Tzu has been guarding against this trick, at this time they are watching the sea view in the Pacific Ocean, and they will be in the United States in two days......"

Sasaki also stood up: "Mr. Huo, it seems that you are going to fight the imperial army to the end?" ”

Huo Zhenxi nodded: "That's what it means, how about it?" If Lao Tzu were thirty years younger, he would have fought hard with you on the battlefield in the morning, and he would still be able to wait for now? ”

Sasaki pondered for a moment: "In that case, Mr. Huo, I will inform you now that you have been arrested." ”

Huo Zhenxi smiled: "You want to kill me? Do you two little bunnies have what it takes? Let me tell you, the person who dared to kill me Huo Zhenxi has not yet been born......"

Sasaki and Masao Takeda put their hands under their armpits and wanted to pull out their pistols, but a pistol appeared in Huo Zhenxi's hand like a trick: "Don't move!" ”

Sasaki and Takeda Masao froze there, Huo Zhenxi called the housekeeper: "Lao Zhang, you go to the British Concession right now, there is someone there to pick you up, I have already arranged it, you can go." ”

The housekeeper was stunned for a moment: "Sir, I won't leave, I've been with you for twenty years, and I've never left you, if I want to die, I'll die with you......"

"Silly boy, do you think I can't get out? If I want to go, I will leave early, I am old, I don't want to move, I have lived eighty-four years old, I have already enough, it is the same to leave early and leave late, I want to let the Japanese see, China is not only a traitor, but also a bloody man, just rush this, China can't die. ”

Sasaki and Masao Takeda suddenly pulled out their pistols, and before they could pull the trigger, the gun in Huo Zhenxi's hand rang out, and the two were shot and fell.

"Lao Zhang, let's go, I can't leave when it's late!" Huo Zhenxi urged.

The housekeeper knelt down and cried: "Sir, I beg you, let me stay with you......"

Huo Zhenxi closed his eyes: "Let's go, I'm tired and want to rest for a while, you turn on the gramophone for me." ”

The butler stood up: "Yes! What record to put on? ”

"Put that Ma Lianliang's "Ganlu Temple", it's a good show, I can't listen to it enough......"

The gramophone turned, and Ma Lianliang's high-pitched singing voice came: "...... His four disciples, Long Changshan General, are the heroes of the world and Kyushu; Changbanpo rescued Adou and killed Cao Bing. Which of these generals has ......?"

Huo Zhenxi urged again: "Let's go, bring the door when you go out." ”

The butler retreated to the door with tears in his eyes: "Sir, I say goodbye to you." ”

Huo Zhenxi waved his hand tiredly and closed his eyes.

The singing section of "Ganlu Temple" echoed in the empty living room, Huo Zhenxi's fingers were on the arm of the chair with the lyrics, suddenly, the door was knocked open, two Japanese soldiers with guns rushed in, Huo Zhenxi opened his eyes, his eyes were blazing, he raised his hand is two shots, and the two Japanese soldiers fell in response. Huo Zhenxi pulled the bolt of the gun, there was only one bullet left in the chamber, and he laughed: "Happy, happy, Huo has lived hard enough in this life!" He aimed his gun at his temple and pulled the trigger in an instant......

After the gunshot, Ma Lianliang's calm, smooth, and gorgeous singing voice continued to echo in the living room of the garden house, full and hearty......

Ten days later, Song Huairen took the calligraphy and paintings from Zhang's house as promised. Not long after Song Huairen left, Wang Renshan hurried over, holding a telegram in his hand, and the expression on his face was very uneasy: "The owner, the Shanghai branch...... Telegram came. ”

"Oh, give it to me, what's going on in Shanghai?"

Wang Renshan's hand holding the telegram retracted, and he hesitated: "Boss, you still ...... Don't look at ......."

Zhang Youlin became alert: "What's the matter, something happened?" Then I want to see it even more, give it to me! ”

Wang Renshan suddenly burst into tears: "Boss, I'...... I'm embarrassed to die, this telegram ...... I don't want to show you, but you ...... Sooner or later, you'll have to know, host, you must hold on......"

Zhang Youlin snatched the telegram, and only after reading a few lines, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop", shattered, his body shook, and he collapsed and fainted. Everyone hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and Wang Renshan pressed Zhang Youlin's people hard with his thumb: "Easter, owner, wake up, wake up, wake up......"

Zhang Youlin woke up leisurely, and he cried: "Uncle Huo...... You...... How do you ...... Leave with a shake of your hand? You...... Why are you willing to leave me behind...... Uncle Huo...... It's been decades...... I've always treated you as a father......"

Wang Renshan wiped his tears and comforted: "Owner, you mourn, Huo Ye is a big hero, he has always been a good man in his life, he gives us Chinese a long face." ”

Listening to Wang Renshan's words, Zhang Youlin's crying stopped abruptly: "Renshan, I want to set up a mourning hall for Uncle Huo, and I want to wear linen and filial piety to guard Uncle Huo's soul." ”

"I'll do it right away, don't worry!" Wang Renshan nodded vigorously.

The mourning hall is located in the main hall of Zhang's house, and Huo Zhenxi's posthumous photo is hung in the middle of the north wall, and the cigarette smoke is lingering in front of the case.

Zhang Youlin took He Jiabi and Zhang Xiaolu to wear linen and wear filial piety in front of the spirit, and there was an endless stream of people who came to mourn, and Zhang Youlin led his family to bow and thank the guests.

Zhang Youlin has been staying in the mourning hall, in the dead of night, he stared at Huo Zhenxi's posthumous portrait, and the past of decades of friendship with Huo Zhenxi kept coming to mind......

This blow was too violent and sudden for Zhang Youlin, he fell ill all of a sudden, so he had to send his son Xiaolu to Shanghai urgently to escort Huo Zhenxi's coffin back to his hometown in Gansu instead of himself.

After the start of the Anti-Japanese War, Zhang Youlin has been watching his son very closely, and immediately recruited him back to Beiping from the Wuhan branch, and he was strictly forbidden to touch anything with his head tucked in his trouser belt. The father's fate is difficult to disobey, Xiaolu is really anxious, this opportunity finally came, Xiaolu escorted Huo Zhenxi's coffin back to Gansu, and after the grand burial of the old man, he went to Kunming by the way of Chongqing. Shortly before that, Qiuyue and Ivan's eldest son, Peter, came to his mother's homeland as a volunteer and joined Chennault's "Flying Tigers" to join the war of resistance in China. Xiaolu originally wanted to visit his cousin Peter, and then consider where he was going, who knew that as soon as he arrived in Kunming, the international situation underwent major changes, the Pacific War broke out, and the participation of British and American countries injected a shot in the arm into the Chinese battlefield that was struggling to support, and a large number of hot-blooded young people joined the army in Chongqing and Kunming in the rear, which almost became a trend, Zhang Xiaolu was no exception, he joined the army in Kunming before he had time to write a letter to his parents to ask for advice.