The door was knocked lightly twice, and Song Qingpu walked in gently and pointed to the bedroom. Seeing Yao Zongfa nodding, he started to get up more and more gently.

"Why didn't you rest?" Yao Zongfa asked in a low voice.

"Only ours can rest assured when we arrange the guards." Song Qingpu explained: "The one with the surname Yang is quite happy. As soon as I said that, he removed all his people."

Yao Zongfa glared at Song Qingpu in displeasure and scolded: "You are too impatient and short-sighted. If Captain Yang wants to deal with us, how effective can you arrange the guards? Don't think about how many people he has and how many of us have?"

Song Qingpu blinked his eyes and thought for a while, acknowledging his brother-in-law's statement. He smiled embarrassedly and said, "The man surnamed Yang has occupied the city and has taken a lot of good things. His soldiers are holding the 38th big bulb. Brother-in-law, are you talking to him and giving us dozens of branches?"

"Can you speak more respectfully? People have higher official ranks than you, more people than you, and more military achievements than you. Why do you say the surname Yang and the surname Yang? The gun was taken from the Japanese. You are so confident if you want it." Yao Zong was very angry, and his voice couldn't help but raise it a little.

Yang Tianfeng's playboy has a reputation and a bad record of surrendering. His preconceived idea made Song Qingpu not convinced. Now he has been scolded one after another, and he feels even more depressed. He stood up without saying a word and walked out.

Yao Zongfa reached out to call his brother-in-law, but stopped in the air, but sighed softly. The young man was so angry that he was dissatisfied with seven and eight were resentful, and he always felt that he was better than anyone else. He scolded him a little too much, or hurt his self-esteem. However, this is good, let him think about it calmly, and maybe he could change his temper and become mature from now on.

Song Qingpu walked out of the house angrily. A big tree on the road became a thorn in his eyes. He kicked his feet so hard that his feet hurt. He gritted his teeth and stopped. What was Yang Tianfeng's name? It was only through the accumulation of his ancestors that he had a large army. He took advantage of the flood and the city was empty and successfully conquered the city in one fell swoop.

Humph, if you have the chance, you have to learn about my power, and Song Qingpu kicked again with resentment.

"Upset and punch, cut the arm and trip, kick the rack, hit the top and kick the top..."

With the commands, more than a hundred elite soldiers made moves while making a ha ha ha ha.

There are sixteen moves in the captive boxing, each move consists of about two moves. The punching moves are neat and neat, without any decorativeness. There are many steps, using fist, step, block, and cut off the enemy's vital points, and attack fiercely so that the enemy will not fight back.

With one move and one gesture, Yang Tianfeng was shocked by his subordinates again and looked at him with admiration. Then, like during assassination training, several soldiers with relatively standardized movements and faster understanding were picked out by Yang Tianfeng, put on red armbands, and promoted them to instructors.

The power of role models is infinite. The feeling of being an official is majestic, and the feeling of adding salary is joy. Several instructors immediately took responsibility and carefully corrected the soldiers' movements.

A person's power is limited after all, and it is not enough to rely on Yang Tianfeng to kick Teng. He tried every means to mobilize everyone's enthusiasm and was constantly exploring talent. With an assistant, he would feel more relaxed. With a group of helpers, he could only talk and not do anything.

Seeing the sun set, Yang Tianfeng did not leave, but stayed until the end of the training, had dinner with the soldiers, chatted with them cordially until the time was almost over, and then returned to the mansion to pick up Zhao Yurou and went to the county government to attend the so-called welcome party.

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At night, the moonlight became clear and clear as water, the ground was like silver, and the water was like a mirror. The water was flowing down, the night wind blew the sail tent, and the boat was sailing smoothly on the water.

Zhengu stood quietly at the bow of the boat, staring at the vast flood in a daze. Brother, sister-in-law, and little nephew, where are you? Do we have another day to meet? As he thought about it, Zhengu's nose felt sore and she couldn't help but shed tears.

Huzi looked at her not far away, thinking about coming to meet her, but she couldn't muster up the courage. Since he rescued this girl from the water that day, he had always felt indescribable in his heart. He wanted to see her again, but when he saw her, he didn't know what to say. Seeing Zhen Gu crying secretly, his heart was like a kitten scratching.

The cabin door opened, Du Meiying walked out, but Hu Zi didn't even notice it, just looked at Zhen Gu foolishly.

Du Meiying looked at Hu Zi and Zhen Gu again, and felt very interesting. Meng Qiulan was very responsible and told her that she wanted to be a matchmaker for Hu Zi. Although it was to save people, Hu Zi did hug other girls, and it was reasonable to do so. It was just because Zhen Gu was very depressed and was sad because she was worried about her relatives, so she couldn't bring up this matter immediately.

He took out a handkerchief and handed it to Huzi. When he looked at Huzi's somewhat puzzled eyes, Du Meiying nodded and said softly: "Go, give it to me, don't you see her wiping her tears with her sleeves?"

Oh, Hu Zi smiled embarrassedly, took the handkerchief, and walked slowly over.

Du Meiying turned around and returned to the cabin, walked behind her father, and gently grabbed Mr. Du's shoulder.

Well, Mr. Du leaned back comfortably, closed his eyes slightly, and enjoyed the filial piety of his beloved daughter.

"Dad, why are you in a hurry to enter the city? It would be great to sail during the day tomorrow." Du Meiying asked in confusion.

Mr. Du sighed softly and said, "It has been more than ten days since the flood came. Today I measured the water depth again. Not only did it not drop, but it also rose by two fingers. It seems that the water cannot be drained after a month."

"Didn't Yang Tianfeng defeat the Japanese, occupied the city, and transported the food in the city back?" Du Meiying frowned and said, "In addition, he made preparations in advance and caught a lot of things from the water. The victims caught rabbits and dug wild vegetables again. I think it should be fine if I survived for a month, right?"

"That's just the situation of Crouching Hugang." Mr. Du gently stroked his beard and said slowly: "This time, the boy named Yang really did a good thing. The people around Qulong Town benefited from him. Speaking of which, my father was in a hurry to enter the city this time, but he actually wanted to be an official."

Du Meiying was a little surprised, but she didn't say anything. She just stopped her hand and continued to pinch it.

"Are you a little surprised?" Mr. Du gently patted Du Meiying's hand, pointed to the chair next to her, and signaled her to sit down.
Chapter completed!