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Novel series: "One Hundred Years of Torrent" (104)

author:Gu Shoot Mountain People

Poetry:

The water rolling in the east of the Yangtze River, the waves hold out the heroes. Ordinary people look at the empty eyes. The cold moon is high, who is sad to fall yinghong?

The pawn peddler is on the road, accustomed to drinking cold snow and cold wind. The kiss and the bones are no longer met, and how many things are bitter are difficult to say.

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Part II: Twenty Years

Novel series: "One Hundred Years of Torrent" (104)

Chapter 104

It was time to enter the Waxing Moon, which was the busiest time of the year, but Yang Bolin's oil mills stopped again.

In the south, the Northern Expedition, which the Kuomintang had sworn to serve for nearly two years, had not been able to carry out the northern expedition, Sun Chuanfang's Jiangsu-Zhejiang coalition army was unable to attack the north, Wu Peifu had been seriously injured and was still recovering in central China, Feng Yuxiang, who claimed to follow Sun Wen, had also been completely defeated, and Duan Qirui, the tiger of the Northern Ocean at that time, had almost become a kitten raised by the Feng family, and Zhang Zuolin's hegemony in Beijing seemed to be difficult to shake. But what no one could imagine was that Guo Songling, Zhang Zuolin's confidant and Zhang Gongzi's mentor and friend, swore an oath in Luanzhou to counterattack the Feng clan's old lair.

Guo Songling poured more than 70,000 soldiers and horses under his command to launch a fierce attack on Shanhaiguan, and it did not take long to break through the entire territory of Jinzhou Tiger Fengtian. The whole Fengtian was once again in a state of panic, and even Zhang Zuolin had telegraphed his family members to be ready to flee at any time.

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At present, Yang Bolin does not know who to scold.

Guo Songling counterattacked Fengtian's old nest with all his strength, causing Fengtian's bean source to be blocked again, and the oil plant was once again in trouble. Curse Guo Songling, but for nearly a year, Guo's soldiers and horses have been covering his oil mill, and he still enjoys a lot of profits under the protection of Guo's soldiers and horses, and it is difficult for him to scold. Can scold the vagaries of the situation at this time, but the situation is that there is no Guo Songling's anti-water and has long been turned over and over without a stereotype, what is the use of scolding without scolding? Everything can only be confessed.

Fengtian was already in panic throughout the country, and the Gyeonggi area was once again in turmoil. Yang Bolin had long been accustomed to this kind of panic and uneasiness, so not only did he not have too much worry and irritability, but his heart was as calm as water, as if the turmoil in the world had nothing to do with him.

Although the oil mill was once again in trouble, Yang Bolin no longer had any interest and strength to scold the mother, and scolding was useless! Just like this world, more than ten years of experience told him that his oil mill may not have been able to go anywhere in the first place, and he would be unlucky for a few days in a few days. The beautiful prospect that Zhai Qingfeng had envisioned for him was only a vision, as if it did not belong to him at all.

Yang Bolin has long been numb to the rise and fall of the oil mill, and there is no joy or sorrow, but there is another person who is worried about Guo Songling's rebellion this time, that is, Yang Jianxun.

Although it was somewhat known from the newspapers that Guo Songling's soldiers and horses had already broken through Jinzhou and threatened Fengtian, there was no news of Jiao Dengkui at all, and Yang Jianxun could not help but worry about Jiao Dengkui's safety.

Although she still held a supportive attitude towards Guo Songling's rebellion in her heart, she was also very worried that Jiao Dengkui would have three long and two short in the war. Like a mad demon, she waited at the door of the newspaper hall early every morning to wait for the new newspaper of the day, but she could not find out anything from the newspaper that she wanted to know. After that, she ran foolishly to the door of the government and asked everyone who came out of it about the course of the war, but none of the people who came out there could tell her anything she wanted to know. Anxious, she then had to go back to school alone as the sun set, but the next morning she would repeat the blind behavior of the previous day as usual, but the end of each day was almost exactly the same. In just one month, Yang Jianxun was haggard as if he were seriously ill.

The bad news is finally here.

Just as Guo Songling was approaching Fengtian with an overwhelming offensive, the Japanese accepted Zhang Zuolin's request for help and launched a surprise attack on Guo Songling from the side, catching Guo Songling by surprise. Instead of cooperating with Guo Songling, Guo Songling's two allies, Feng Yuxiang and Li Jinglin, detained Guo Songling's winter clothes and ammunition, causing Guo Songling's troops to wear autumn clothes and fight desperately in the ice and snow. In order to expand his territory and power, that Feng Yuxiang did not attack the Feng army on the flank according to the pre-planned agreement, but he raided Rehe, which eventually led to Guo Songling's total annihilation of the Juliu River army in isolation and helplessness, and Guo Songling himself and his wife were both captured by the cavalry of the Feng army.

Embarrassed and enraged, Zhang Zuolin ordered Guo Songling and his wife to be shot on the spot and the bodies were transported to Fengtian for three days for public display. Most of Guo Songling's remaining soldiers and horses either surrendered to the Feng army or scattered as birds and beasts, while Jiao Dengkui still had no news, and it was impossible to know whether he was dead or alive, and Yang Jianxun suddenly did not want to be born. Thanks to the bitter persuasion of his fellow students, Yang Jianxun barely managed to hold on, and at the same time, he further strengthened the belief that he had accepted since childhood to sweep away the warlords and dedicate himself to the country.

Since the rebellion against Guo Songling, Yang Bolin has once again become depressed. The oil mill can not go to the same, there is no Fengtian bean source, although the local can also collect some beans, Hubei can also be shipped over, but the amount is still unable to keep up, the two machines had to stop transporting one again, and the bottled oil also had to be stopped, because there is no oil bottle.

Alas, what can be done?

This evening, Yang Bolin drank alone in the main hall, thinking that they had been working hard for more than ten years, but the oil mill was almost the same as when he started, at best he had purchased an extra set of oil presses, but it was still a deaf man's ear, the whole place was a decoration that could not play any role, Yang Bolin was painfully confused all day long.

At present, Zhai Qingfeng and Yang Jiangong should both get married, which is a big expense. Moreover, as long as they get married, then the family house will definitely not be enough to live in, at least they have to build two small courtyards, and this cost is indispensable. Yang Jianxun and Yang Jianye are still in college, and the annual cost is not small. Yang Jianrong and Yang Jianhong are also almost old enough to go to college, and they have to provide them with another six or seven years. Recently, the eldest sister's body is not very happy, and it is also costing money from time to time to see a doctor and take medicine.

Think about so many things that need to be supported, but the oil mill is so difficult, and the rent in the field is also difficult to recover every year due to years of natural disasters and wars, how can this family be supported in this way? At the thought of such a large family relying on him alone, Yang Bolin already felt that he was exhausted and difficult to support, if it were not for the natural responsibility of taking care of the whole family, he really did not know whether he could continue to go on.

Thinking of this, Yang Bolin, who has been so strong all his life, couldn't help but shed two lines of clear tears, and in his heart he couldn't help but complain to himself: Daddy, this burden you handed me is so heavy!

Yang Bolin was sad here alone, Song Lijun brought out a plate of hot dishes, saw Yang Bolin there alone in tears, the wise and intelligent Song Lijun could roughly guess seven or eight points, she had to put down the dish and gently caressed Yang Bolin's back to comfort: "Third Master, if you feel sorry for anything, just say it, don't dare to hold it yourself." If you really hold out a three long and two short, then how can this family still support it! Song Lijun was consoling Yang Bolin, but after saying this, her own tears also fell earnestly.

After Song Lijun finished speaking, Yang Bolin looked back at Song Lijun with mixed feelings and tearfully could not say a word. He knew that in fact, if this family did not have Song Lijun's labor, it would be even more difficult.

Since Song Lijun entered the door, this family seems to have not stopped for many days, and Song Lijun is also about to break her heart.

With the eldest sister and the two widows are getting along harmoniously, all the children are also taken care of, the next people are more conditioned without any complaints, if it is really not Song Lijun's worries inside and out, then Yang Bolin can't imagine how to support this family in such a chaotic world.

For Song Lijun, Yang Bolin's heart is infinitely grateful, but in his heart, he really can't think of any words to express this gratitude, so he has to silently look at Song Lijun with deep affection.

Just when Yang Bolin and Song Lijun were relatively silent in their eyes, they suddenly walked in from outside the door, and they looked back at Yang Jianxun and Jiao Dengkui. Seeing the two people enter, both Yang Bolin and Song Lijun were stunned by their outfits and looks.

First of all, Yang Bolin saw that Jiao Dengkui was not wearing a military uniform, but a businessman dressed, wearing a Western-style top hat on his head and pressing the brim of the hat very low, as if he did not want people to see his face, and if he did not take off the sunglasses he was wearing as soon as he entered the door, Yang Bolin almost did not recognize him.

Now Yang Bolin already knew about Jiao Dengkui's rebellion against Guo Songling's army, and also knew that Guo Songling had completely destroyed his army at this time, so seeing that Jiao Dengkui would break in so dressed, Yang Bolin couldn't help but be surprised and couldn't even close his mouth.

And when Song Lijun saw Yang Jianxun, she was even more surprised and immediately covered her mouth with her hand, otherwise she had to shout out loud, because she hadn't seen yang Jianxun for just a month, and Yang Jianxun was already as thin as a bone, so that Song Lijun couldn't believe her eyes.

Seeing that Yang Jianxun had become like this, Song Lijun's tears poured out again, and she rushed to Yang Jianxun's side and took Yang Jianxun's hand and asked urgently: "Oh, good my baby, what is wrong with you?" Is it sick? Why didn't I hear about Jiangong and Jianye? ”

Under a series of questions from Song Lijun, Yang Jianxun smiled lightly and said to Song Lijun: "Third aunt, I am not sick at all, but I have not eaten well recently, you don't have to worry." ”

As soon as Yang Jianxun finished saying this, Yang Bolin couldn't help but ask Jiao Dengkui strangely, "When did you come to Beijing?" You didn't get any shock this time, did you? ”

Seeing that Yang Bolin was questioning, Jiao Dengkui took off his top hat and immediately replied, "Oh, Uncle Berlin, we..."

Jiao Dengkui's words had just begun, Yang Jianxun stabbed him in the back with a strange anger, Jiao Dengkui looked back at Yang Jianxun, and after finishing, he turned his head and changed his mouth: "Oh, third uncle, we are back to say goodbye to the family." ”

As soon as the word "farewell" was mentioned, Song Lijun's eyes immediately widened in surprise, and she immediately asked urgently: "Farewell?" What is this to say goodbye to? Where are you going? ”

Seeing Song Lijun's eager look, Yang Jianxun in turn grabbed Song Lijun's hand and said, "Third aunt, you are anxious first, listen to me slowly talk to you." ”

After saying this, Yang Jianxun pulled Song Lijun to sit in the two chairs next to him, and after finishing, he said leisurely: "Commander Guo has been killed, jiao Dengkui has also been wanted by the Feng army, and he can no longer stay in the north, so we are ready to go to the south together to join the Kuomintang." Third aunt, I guess you can also see that China is now dying. But even so, those warlords are still only concerned with their own selfish interests, and do not care at all about the safety of the country, the rise and fall of the nation, and the sufferings of the people. This country and nation must perish. Therefore, there must be a faction that really cares about this country and the nation to save this dying country, and the Kuomintang to the south is such a faction. Nowadays, the south is roughly unified, the Northern Expedition army has been established on that side, and the Northern Expedition will soon be implemented, and sooner or later these feudal warlords who are born in the world will be completely defeated, and the country must be reunified, only then will our nation not perish and the people of the world will have a truly stable life. So, aunt three, you have to support us. ”

After Yang Jianxun finished speaking, Song Lijun was already in tears, and she touched Yang Jianxun's thin cheeks with her trembling hand and said with a crying voice: "Child, these three aunts you said understand, but your mother is such a girl, what can she do after you leave?" ”

When Song Lijun mentioned Deng Yue'e, Yang Jianxun's tears also flowed out, but she still said firmly: "My mother is a mother of Ming Da, and she will not oppose your niece's decision." Her body is still very tough at the moment, and it is estimated that the Northern Expeditionary Army will be able to fight in less than three or five years, and at that time your niece will come back to her to perform filial piety. ”

When Yang Jianxun said this, Yang Bolin's eyes suddenly revealed all the encounters in the past ten years, and then he thought of all the difficulties that the oil mills always had toss and turned, and the miserable homeless people on the streets of Beijing, and he also felt that the country seemed to be on the verge of dying. If no one has reversed from the root and it is indeed the end of the road, then yang Jianxun's decision is not a feat to save the survival of the people?

Thinking of this, Yang Bolin also had mixed feelings, and then he sighed deeply and slapped the table with his hand, and then said with a dejected head: "Alas, let's go, let's go, stay in this unfortunate world, maybe we will encounter what kind of muddy things we will encounter, but when we leave, we are not sure that I can create a world, which is better than hiding at home." ”

A little later, Yang Bolin turned back to Jiao Dengkui and said, "Jianxun, we will hand it over to you, she is more than ten years younger than you, no matter what kind of thing you encounter after going out, you have to bear a little more." ”

Jiao Dengkui looked at Yang Jianxun and turned back to Yang Bolin and said sincerely: "This third uncle is assured, I will do my best to take care of Jianxun as much as possible." ”

Speaking of this, Yang Bolin really couldn't think of what to say, just when Xiang'er came out to clean up the dishes and chopsticks that Yang Bolin drank, Yang Bolin ordered: "Here you don't have to clean up first, go and invite the second grandmother out." I went back to the kitchen and said that I would add a few more dishes tonight, and then go to the altar to wipe the incense case clean. ”

Speaking of this, Yang Bolin paused slightly, and then said in a solemn tone: "Tonight, I want to worship the ancestors." ”

Deng Yue'e came out and saw the skinny and almost inhuman Yang Jianxun immediately rushed over and put his arm around him and shouted, "My son, what is wrong with you?" Who bullied you? ”

Seeing the mother and daughter hugging each other and feeling sad, Song Lijun was already whimpering and crying at this time, and Yang Bolin couldn't help but burst into tears. After a while, Song Lijun suppressed her inner sadness and quietly pulled Deng Yue'e aside to tell Deng Yue'e about the decision of the two people.

After Deng Yue'e learned of their decision, she did not have any sadness, and after a little thought, she turned her head and walked to the back. After a while, a solemn-looking Deng Yue'e came out with a small brocade bag in her hand, reached out and took out another piece of pale yellow brocade from it, unfolded it and solemnly handed it to Yang Jianxun.

It was left behind by Yang Hualin before the uprising, and there were eight big characters in Yang Hualin's handwriting: "Expel the Tartars, restore China." ”

After handing this piece of brocade to Yang Jianxun, Deng Yue'e said with a straight face: "Go, since ancient Zhongxiao has been difficult to complete, for the mother to carry." However, after you go out, you should always remember how your father went back then, remember every word that your mother said to you, no matter which step you take, don't smear the faces of the ancestors of the Yang family. This is the only relic of your father, and it will be handed over to you for safekeeping in the future, and in any case, don't let your father's spirit in heaven be disappointed. ”

With a few words, Dengshi made Yang Jianxun so excited that he could not sustain himself, and he quickly pulled Jiao Dengkui to kneel down for Deng Yue'e, and then said with tears in his eyes: "Mother, your every word bao'er will never dare to forget, and bao'er will definitely do everything according to your teachings, and will never smear the face of the ancestors of the Yang family." For now, forgive your child's filial piety. ”

After saying that, together with Jiao Dengkui, he deeply prostrated his head to Deng Yue'e...

(To be continued)