When the autumn of Peking was just around the corner, the vast land of Northeast China was already colder. Zhang Haipeng wrapped in military uniform and hugged on the hot warm kang. After tightening his clothes, Zhang Haipeng picked up the wine glass on the kang table and took a sip, sighing loudly: "This day, it's so fucking cold!"

Before Zhang Haipeng finished speaking, his wife Zhang had already arrived at the door. Zhang, wearing a jacket, sneered: "You are still wearing such a pair of skins in the cold days of the year. It would be strange if you don't freeze to death! You are just a small official with sesame and mung beans. Can you become successful if you wear such a pair of skins?"

The words of Mrs. Zhang sounded extremely harsh to any man, but Zhang Haipeng didn't dare to say anything. Zhang Haipeng had one problem in his life, that is, his wife was strictly controlled. In his words, if there was not a tigress at home, he would not have been in the position of an important position but could not take a concubine. Please use this site.

Hearing his wife's words, Zhang Haipeng's lips twitched for a moment but still said nothing. He shrank and moved to the side, pretending to be deaf and dumb, "It's indeed getting colder every day. I guess Peking City is not that colder."

"Bah!" Mrs. Zhang cursed in dissatisfaction: "What you are talking about is nonsense. If you have a little success, I still have to follow you to suffer in this snowy place?"[

Hearing this, Zhang Haipeng couldn't help but mutter and retorted: "Then didn't I send my son away?"

Zhang sat down while rubbing his eyes, pulling Zhang Haipeng's sleeve and said mysteriously: "I have always had nightmares these two days, my eyelids are twitching violently. My son hasn't sent a letter to my home these days. Do you send someone to inquire if something happened?"

Seeing that Zhang Haipeng wanted to speak but stopped hesitating, and before Zhang Haipeng could find a way to get through the test, his wife Zhang said loudly in a sharp voice: "I tell you, don't think of a way to perfunctory me, my son is not my son alone!"

While the two were talking, a noise suddenly came from outside the door. Zhang Haipeng leaned his head and looked out. Then he saw several guards staggeringly rolling and crawling into the yard. Zhu Sanzhuang, the leader, had just removed the bandage on his arm when he entered the door. He gritted his teeth and tore open the wound that was about to heal. The blood was flowing very scary. Zhu Sanzhuang rushed into the door with a embarrassed look on his face. Without saying a word, he knelt on the ground and then whispered a few times, dragging his half-true and half-fake crying loudly: "Commander! The little protector is not good, so I will apologize for death!"

After saying that, Zhu Sanzhuang took out his gun and pressed it on his head as if he was decent. Zhang Haipeng was startled by the posture. Instead, the wife Zhang next to him calmly said loudly: "Stop it! You will die after you finish talking about the big thing!"

Zhu Sanzhuang then put down his gun and detailed the incident of Zhang Youyong. There were many plots of exaggerating Yang Wei's strength and his desperate efforts to save the master. He seemed to be afraid that Zhang Haipeng and his wife would not believe it, so he pulled open his wounds and said, "The little one stepped forward to block the gun for the captain, but in the end he was still one step slower. The little one deserves to be a damn secretary!"

Mrs. Zhang widened her eyes and rushed to Zhu Sanzhuang with a quick step, grabbed Zhu Sanzhuang's collar, and said tremblingly: "What did you say? Something happened to my son...?"

Zhu Sanzhuang pretended to wipe his tears, turned his head and nodded slowly. Zhang grew up and took a step back, staggered to the ground, then cried and started crying. The wine glass in Zhang Haipeng's hand, sitting on the kang, had fallen off, and all the freshly hot white wine was spilled on his pants. Zhang Haipeng did not react at all, looking at Zhu Sanzhuang in a daze.

I don’t know if I was tired of crying or felt that it was not lively enough. My wife Zhang, who kept crying, suddenly jumped up from the ground with agility, grabbed Zhang Haipeng’s collar and slapped her hand, and cursed: “Why are you still standing there at this time? Haven’t you been blowing all your life to be powerful! Do you want to find a way to avenge your son!”

Zhang Haipeng responded repeatedly: "Yes! This revenge will be avenged! Zhu Sanzhuang, you will bring people back to Peiping and kill them without leaving any armor!"

Hearing this, Zhu Sanzhuang shook his head and said, "Commander, the other party is powerful, cruel and vicious. I am afraid that many people will die if they bring over. What's more, Peking City is not a place where we can lead troops into the city!"

Zhang Haipeng, who had long lost his idea, thought for a while and nodded, "Yes, but what should I do?"

A group of people fell into deep thoughts and could not think of a solution after thinking for a long time. Zhang Haipeng was naturally heartbroken. After all, it was his own son who died, but even his own son was already dead. If he also compensated the troops and his official positions, wouldn't it be worth the loss? What's more, without his wife Zhang's knowledge, he had an illegitimate son outside. For Zhang Haipeng, who was not at the end of his life, Zhang Youyong's affairs seemed not that important, at least it was better to protect himself.

Just as Zhang Haipeng was stammering and trying to persuade him, his wife Zhang suddenly flashed her inspiration, patted Zhang Haipeng's thighs hard, and gritted her teeth and whispered hatefully: "I thought of a solution! Didn't that person say how powerful and capable that person is? But no matter how powerful he is, he is not the most powerful person after all, and there are always people who are pressing on him, right?"

Zhang's clouds covered the fog and said a lot, but Zhang Haipeng didn't understand what she meant. He couldn't help frowning and asked in a low voice: "What does madam mean? Why didn't I understand?"

"Stupid!" Zhang glanced at Zhang Haipeng with contempt and said, "Since you have been an official for half your life, are you not as good as me, a woman? Although you have no ability, you are a veteran in the Northeast. Now that your son is gone, what's wrong with your superiors standing up for you?"

Zhang Haipeng repeatedly patted his head and said, "Madam's words are reasonable. I want to see who to look for."

Zhang Haipeng quickly listed the candidate list in his mind, but Mrs. Zhang disagreed: "Don't think about it anymore. If you want to find such a thing, go find someone."

Everyone's eyes gathered on Mrs. Zhang's face in unhurried manner, and she whispered quietly: "This person is naturally the young coach Zhang Xueliang!"[

Before Mrs. Zhang could finish her words, Zhang Haipeng quickly covered her mouth and whispered nervously: "You silly girl, can you call the name of the young man directly?"

According to Mrs. Zhang, it is theoretically the most feasible way to find Zhang Xueliang to avenge him. However, how could Zhang Xueliang be the young marshal, so how could he care about this bad thing in his family? Although Zhang Haipeng did not respond, he had already made a fuss about this strategy in his heart.

Looking at Zhang Haipeng's hesitation, Mrs. Zhang yelled and jumped off the kang while scolding loudly, and hurriedly packed up the money and glanced at Zhang Haipeng with contempt and said, "You are also useless. You can't come up with an idea if your son dies in an unknown way. I'll go to Shenyang to seek justice for his son!"
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