February 22, 1940, the 29th year of the Republic of China.
The fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Lantern Festival.
After today, this year will be considered to have passed.
This day is supposed to be a good day for watching lanterns, guessing lantern riddles, and eating glutinous rice balls.
But now Changshu has long lost the excitement of the Lantern Festival before the fall of Japan.
Hey, who let the Japanese come?
"Store, five bowls of glutinous rice balls."
Li Zhifeng walked in with his brother.
"Okay, please wait a moment."
The shopkeeper was making glutinous rice balls with quick hands and feet, and Li Zhifeng asked there: "What is the curfew time here?"
"You are from out of town, right? The curfew originally started at 8 o'clock. Today is not the Lantern Festival? It has been changed to 10 o'clock. But look, there are only a few lights on the street? I, it was closed after a while."
Li Zhifeng looked at it.
The front of this store is a glutinous rice dumpling shop, and the back is residential.
Not only open a shop, but also run the business.
"Seller, do you want to transfer this store?"
"Transfer?" The store owner was startled: "Don't joke with me. This store is being transferred. Where can I live?"
Li Zhifeng smiled, and Lu Chengtian immediately took out a large letter from his bag.
"You are willing to transfer, this is yours."
The store owner's eyes widened.
How long has it been since you’ve seen the ocean?
In this world, except for gold, it must belong to the ocean and will not depreciate.
"I'll move, I'll move, I'll move right away." The store owner said hurriedly: "I asked my wife and children to come out and stay at my sister's house for one night."
"No need." Li Zhifeng said unexpectedly: "You just stay back to celebrate the Lantern Festival with your wife and children and have a drink. We will stay here all night. This store will still be yours tomorrow."
The store owner was completely stunned.
What kind of thing is this, a big ocean letter, just using this store for one night?
You really don’t understand the world of rich people.
"go in."
Li Zhifeng waved his hand: "If you come out or leave here even half a step, you have to pay me back the money."
"Hey, hey."
The store owner quickly returned to the house with the ocean in hand.
He swore that even if the house was on fire, he would not leave even half a step away.
Lu Chengtian put on an apron and stood in front of the pot, scooping out bowls of glutinous rice balls.
"boss."
At this moment, Li Zhifeng and others stood up.
A young man wearing a three-piece black suit, a black woolen coat, and a top hat walked in slowly.
Meng Shaoyuan!
He sat down without saying a word and took a bite of glutinous rice balls.
"Guess the lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, and eat glutinous rice balls together..."
In my ears, I seemed to hear the singing of children.
…
1st Battalion.
All the officers and soldiers were gathered together, and many people knew what was going to happen.
"brothers!"
Battalion Commander Fei Qiang said loudly: "Perhaps you all know that our military salary was taken away by that bastard He Jiazhen. We serve as soldiers and fight, who would fucking die if not for money? Today is the Lantern Festival, but I I'm not afraid that you'll look down on me. The battalion headquarters doesn't have even one dollar. Brother, I want to treat the brothers to a nice meal, but I really don't have any money.
The people above don't care about our life or death, but I have to. Once today is over, the year will be over. I can't let the brothers live out the year with empty pockets and hungry stomachs. Damn it, we are stationed in this barren place and starve, while those guys in the city enjoy the hot food and drink hot food. Brothers, is this fair? "
"No fair, no fair!"
Under the leadership of several company and platoon commanders, bursts of deafening sounds were exhaled.
"It's not fair!" Fei Qiang almost yelled: "I want food, drink, and military pay. Brothers, I will take you to pay for it today!"
"Trouble with wages! Trouble with wages!"
Everyone's emotions were aroused.
Fei Qiang looked at the time and said, "We'll leave in an hour. Let's go to Changshu City and have a lively Lantern Festival!"
Suddenly, cheers broke out.
That's how people are.
Once you participate in group activities, your emotions are easily aroused.
Fei Qiang took a deep breath.
Once you take this step, there is no turning back.
…
Fazheng looked to the side.
He took out the key and opened the door.
Lou Zhen, who was locked inside and was desperate, turned around:
"you?"
"Do not talk."
Fazheng said in a low voice: "Fei Qiang is going to lead a mutiny. You should hurry back to Changshu and inform Commander Shang to make preparations in advance."
"Who are you?" Lou Zhen looked hesitant.
"No. 76."
As soon as these words came out, Lou Zhen suddenly realized.
"Quick! Fei Qiang is instigating a mutiny. There is no one outside now. This is the best chance to escape. If it is later, it will be too late."
Fazheng urged repeatedly.
"Okay, okay, brother, take care of yourself."
Lou Zhen stumbled out of the house.
…
"Mr. Fa."
Fei Qiang looked into the distance: "Really let him go like this? Shang Mingrong knew in advance and took precautions. We will have no way to capture Changshu."
Fazheng said calmly: "If we don't let him go, we will definitely not be able to capture Changshu. If we let him go, it will be easy to capture Changshu."
Fei Qiang was confused when he heard this.
"Battal Commander Fei, the main reason for the mutiny among all the officers and soldiers in your battalion is nothing more than a dispute over pay." Fazheng smiled and said, "But no one is ready for war. If Changshu takes the lead in shooting..."
Fei Qiang suddenly realized.
Got it, got it.
But why do you say that as long as the opponent shoots, it will be easy to capture Changshu?
Fei Qiang didn't ask.
These military commanders are so mysterious and unpredictable.
I'm afraid only they themselves know what they plan to do.
However, at this time, his confidence suddenly increased greatly.
Maybe those who follow this group of military commanders can really capture Changshu.
…
"The drizzle keeps falling; the gentle breeze keeps blowing; the gentle breeze and drizzle keep the willows green. Ouch, the willows are green. My dear, I don’t want your gold, my dear, I don’t want your silver, Nunu, I only want yours Heart……"
On the gramophone, "Drizzle" by the famous singer Liming Hui was playing.
Zhu Yanni faced the mirror and applied lipstick carefully.
At hand, lay a branch of Browning.
She looked at herself in the mirror and was satisfied.
She stood up and put on a white cheongsam.
Then, she put on a pair of white high heels.
After a while, I have to take off my high heels.
But I wish Yanni wouldn’t find it too troublesome.
Women, no matter where they go, they should dress themselves up beautifully.
She walked to the window and opened it.
It's getting dark.
She leaned against the window, and behind her, there was singing from the gramophone:
"The drizzle made me burst into tears; the gentle breeze made me dare not raise my head. How to arrange the violent storm..."
…
Yuan Zhonghe looked in the mirror and pulled out a white hair.
Why do you have white hair?
Although he is considered older in the army, he is not even forty years old.
Hey, old, old.
"Lao Yuan, it's almost time."
Wei Yunzhe said in a low voice.
"Hey, then, let's set off."
Yuan Zhonghe put away the shell gun.
A violent storm is coming!
