Chapter 5: The Innocent (Part 2)

"Shut up." Bai Yin, the little prince who had been silent before, turned his head and glared at his nephew Meng He, "How can you speak for so many uncles and uncles here?"

Almost every word of the comments of the civil and military staff under his command was stuck in his heart. When he was irritated, he suddenly heard his nephew say that the stronger the guerrillas, the more beneficial it is. Wouldn't it be a fuel to add fuel to the fire? However, Young Master Meng He, who had just returned from studying in Japan, refused to obey the order, shrugged his shoulders, and said angrily: "The facts are obvious. If I don't say it, it won't exist? What's the difference between it and the ostrich that pierces his head into the sand?"

"Shut up, go down." Although Bai Yin didn't know what the ostrich was, she could guess that her nephew was definitely not praising her. Her eyes were getting rounder and almost immediately spraying fire from her pupils.

Seeing this, the staff quickly made a statement to smooth things over. "Don't calm down. Although the words of Mr. Meng He's son, they might have their own reasons. Let's listen."

"Yes, the so-called authorities are confused, the bystanders are clear, and Master Meng He has seen a lot and has broad vision. His views may give us some inspiration."

"Yes, yes, the prince has made great efforts to train Young Master Meng He for so many years, and sooner or later he will have the opportunity to show his talents. Since that's the case, why not let him start participating in the affairs of the flag now?"

Everyone talked and tried to say good things for Xiao Menghe, not because they thought Menghe's words were so refreshing, but because they didn't want Bai Yin and Menghe's uncle and nephew to have a quarrel too much, which would cause everyone to suffer from disaster in the future.

Thanks to the Qing Dynasty's detention policy and the lure of the Lamaism, the male members of the noble families in various Mongolian banners were not very prosperous, especially the palace of the Yete Left Banner of Wuqi. Although Bai Yin, as the lord of the banner, had married several wives and concubines, he had only four daughters so far. Not to mention that he could not give up a son to be a lama in the temple according to tradition, even the continuation of the throne became a problem.

Therefore, Meng He, who was favored by Bai Yin since he was a child, and four years ago, went to Japan to study abroad with a strong opposition four years ago, became an alternative heir to the throne of Yete Left Banner of Wuqi. If Bai Yin had never had a biological son, he would have to adopt him to continue the incense of the royal palace. Even if Bai Yin had a biological son in the future, Meng He, who was flowing with the noble Mu Huali family blood and familiar with the government affairs of the Left Banner, would be a capable candidate for the steward of the royal palace. Below one person and above ten thousand people, he was still not the object that ordinary aides could offend.

"Then tell me, what are the benefits of us? If you can't say it, hum." The audience defended Meng He together. Bai Yin's irritability calmed down a little, frowned, and ordered in a threatening tone.

"Actually, my uncle has noticed it in his heart for a long time, but he just doesn't want to admit it." Young Master Meng and his wife smiled, not taking Bai Yin's threat seriously. "The reason is actually very simple. Uncle, you are not the same as the Japanese. Although you have not shown it clearly, the little Japanese may not understand this. The reason why they have never turned against you and have not forced you to express their attitude is because there is a red beard at the door of our house. I am afraid that you will be forced to force you to get angry, so I simply join hands with the red beard and turn my head and bite them hard."

"Bastard, how do you talk?" The little prince Baiyin was so hot that his face was hot. He raised his hand and made a pose to hit people. But he had to admit that his nephew was just talking about the point. He secretly trained the Black Wolf Guard and jointly made salt with Red Beard. He might not have escaped the eyes of the Japanese instructors who had received special spy training in the flag. But so far, several consultants of the Black Stone Village and the Kanto Army headquarters have not made any reaction. The reason is that the Japanese, Red Beard, had a thorn in his eyes, was pushed in front of him, and he could not rank the threat he brought to the Japanese.

"I'm just saying a fact." Young Master Meng and hid to the side with a smile, and continued to explain in a low voice, "The Japanese not only regard you as a dog, but also to Baolige and Xiaoshuo. Even King De and the Emperor of Manchu, in the eyes of the Japanese, aren't they a dog? The difference is just a size. When all the prey is killed, no matter how big the lackeys are, they will end up with a soup pot."

"I'll kill you little bastard." Bai Yin couldn't bear it anymore, raised his arms and chased Meng He and slapped his head without thinking. The nephew Meng He held his head with both hands and tried his best to drill into the crowd of staff. While drilling, he also protested loudly, "You asked me to say, I just used an example, but didn't say that you are really a dog."

"If I were a dog, you would be a puppy." Bai Yin slapped several times on the innocent staff, so he had to stop and swear heavily. After the scolding, he suddenly felt much more comfortable in his heart, at least not as hot as before.

The nephew, Meng He, wanted this effect. He poked his head out of the butler's armpit and asked with a smile: "How is it, it's not uncomfortable anymore. In fact, your situation is not as bad as you think. You are just getting stuck in the horns."

"I'll peel you down sooner or later." Bai Yin smiled and spat, pointing at the other party's nose and scolded, "If you ask you to study in the Japanese, you will learn a lot of annoying skills. When you meet your mother and I will see how you explain to them."

"My mother and my grandfather are hiding in Hong Kong now. I guess they won't return to the grassland until the battle is successful." Xiao Menghe shrugged and smiled.

This is the truth. Bai Yin has long known this. His sister is not qualified or interested in seizing the throne of Zuoqi. His brother-in-law, who is said to be knowledgeable, is also a contented and happy person. He can take the money given to the family like now. He has no intention of returning to the grassland to compete with his younger brother for the inheritance rights of Prince Zhaowuda. His nephew Meng He was also negatively influenced by them. He has developed a kind of disagreement since childhood and has no ambitions in his heart.

But then again, if his nephew Meng He was really a guy who had ambition since childhood, Bai Yin would not be as doting as he is now. After all, he was only thirty years old in recent years and had plenty of time to create a direct heir for the family. If he put a nephew who was both smart and ambitious by his side, it would not be a training for future heirs to the throne, but a guide to the house.

After the two uncles and nephews had a fight, the atmosphere in the entire VIP seat became much more lively. While watching the wonderful performances off the court, the staff laughed and laughed, "I understand what the young master means. You are trying to persuade the prince to raise a thief to be respectful. As long as the red beard threatens the Japanese one day, the Japanese will not dare to force the prince to listen to them in everything."

"Well, we should have thought of this principle long ago, why did we become stupid just now?" More than one person who is good at engaging in the atmosphere, more staff turned their heads and smiled to support Meng He.

"It's basically what it means, but it's not all right." The nephew's young master Meng He stretched his neck and looked at the fun off the field for a few times, and then responded with a smile, "My uncle has never liked to put eggs in a basket. Red beard is just one of his reliances, and the other reliance is Black beard. Even if there is no Red beard, if the Japanese dare to force him too fast, I dare say that he would have to go directly to Chongqing like my seventh cousin."

The seventh cousin pointed out that Siqin, the female banner leader of Yete Right Banner of Wuqi, has jumped out from time to time in newspapers and radio stations, revealing the Japanese's ambition to rebel against Manchu and Mongolia. The articles are well-written, with rigorous and beautiful writing. You can tell at a glance that it is not really the hands of the Queen Siqin, but the Japanese cannot go to Chongqing to confront Siqin, so they have to knock down their teeth and swallow them into their stomachs.

The only thing that makes the Japanese still glad is that Siqin is a woman after all. On the grassland where men are respected, the queen's influence is not as great as that of the male prince. But if the little prince Bai Yin is forced to the opposite side, the Japanese's hard work in Dongmeng for more than ten years will completely turn into a pool of wastewater. At that time, not only will the four tribes of Yete, Wuqin, will be in turmoil, but I am afraid that the other three guards and twelve flags, which belong to Bai Yin and Siqin, who also belong to the Mu Huali family, will also be in a mess.

"Hehehe" Although the little prince Baiyin was by his side, the staff laughed tacitly. Last year, when the Japanese were invited to besiege Heishi Village, everyone secretly released Blackbearded men and the way they lived a life because they could use their relationship with General Fu Zuoyi and Chongqing in the future. However, Master Meng and Young Master vaguely guessed the real plan of the little prince through a few casual conversations with everyone. It has to be said that they were better than the ones.

The little prince Bai Yin did not laugh with everyone, staring at the game off the field, smiling and shaking his head while watching. At this moment, the beach has changed a new way of playing, riding a horse and crossing a grass wall that is one person high and a deep ditch of one and a half meters wide. From the perspective of cavalry training, this game is a test of the cooperation ability of war horses and riders, as well as the horse's own courage. It is an entry-level event. Only horses that can pass the barrier are qualified to be trained as war horses. Otherwise, no matter how fast they run, they can only be used as mounts of the communication soldiers.

For riding experts like Bai Yin, there is nothing new about obstacles. The rare thing is that Red Beard can organize the competition so well. Six horses set off at the same time in each round, and they can still not interfere with each other. Soon, the horse rushing in the front crossed all obstacles and reached the finish line. The variegated horse dragged at the end of the team was a little anxious. He even staggered two times when crossing the grass wall, almost knocking down the rider on his back.

"Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on." The teammates outside the venue encouraged the backward war horses in unison. The one who could be called Xiaohua must be a mare. When they heard the "Come on" sound off the field, they became ashamed as humans. First, they lowered their heads and let out a light roar, "Nah," then raised their front legs and kicked the third grass wall blocking in front of them to pieces.

"Hahahahahaha--" On and off the court, a kind-hearted laugh broke out at the same time. Everyone was amused by the accidental episode at the moment. Few people cared about the final victory or loss. Bai Yin, who was sitting in the VIP seat, also smiled happily when she saw this scene, turned her head and suddenly asked again, "Are you inconsistent these words? Since I have Zhou Heizi's retreat, why bother with Hongbei's life or death?"

"Uncle, don't you want to take the test again, right?" The nephew asked back with a smile, and then responded slowly, "In the past six months, how much goods have been sold in your salt farm, I have read the account for you. It's a living water, I don't believe you are willing to block it."

This is one of the main problems that Bai Yin feels a headache. Although his people have fully mastered all the key technologies for purifying crystalline snowflake salt from salt sand, the formula of bath salt is completely mastered on Red Beard. If both parties turn against each other, the production of bath salt will be affected immediately.

But Bai Yin didn't want her nephew to be too proud. She really changed the smell of taking the school exam and said in a deep voice: "Without the red beard, I just missed a dividend. Although the formula for bath salt is troublesome, I can't try the formula if I don't believe it."

"I think what my uncle wants is not just a salt field." The nephew's young master Meng He suddenly changed his tone and said softly, "It is said that since the Revolution of 1911, we have neither experienced warlord melee nor caused any major famines on the grassland. But the lives of ordinary people on our grassland are getting worse and worse than those of the passport. Haven't everyone thought about what it was?"

After the words came, the entire VIP seat immediately became silent. All the staff took their eyes back from the game on the court in shock, and looked at the nephew Meng He in shock, as if the latter had changed into another person in an instant.

As top talents on the Eastern Mongolian grasslands, they certainly could see the gap between the grassland and the area within the inner city. They didn’t have to compare with big cities such as Shanghai, Tianjin and Peking. Even if it was a small county in the inner city, its prosperity would far leave Heishi Village behind. Although Bai Yin was the prince, his true strength might not be as strong as a gentry in the lower city within the inner city, let alone the equality of the powerful factions such as Fu Zuoyi and Han Fuqu.

Over the years, under the leadership of Prince Baiyin, everyone has thought of countless ways to change the status quo, including seeking back to Zhang Zuolin and his son and actively moving closer to the Japanese. However, in addition to being able to give the royal mansion a few guns and sending a few military instructors, other places that can help the Left Banner are very limited, and instead occupying the largest and most plump grassland, which makes everyone feel regretful when they think about it.

"I always think that we Mongolians are not stupider than Han people or Japanese people. So when I was studying in Japan, I never allowed myself to be lazy. In my studies, I think I can be no longer behind my classmates. But over the years, I have seen that the gap between outside the border and inside the border and Japan is getting bigger and bigger. Except for the people in our palace who can live a little decent life, the lives of other compatriots are not even comparable to the dogs raised by Japanese people." After taking a strong breath, Xiao Menghe barely suppressed the resentment and pain in his heart.

Everyone in the VIP seat, including Bai Yin, was affected, and their faces became very serious. It is undeniable that they all have selfish intentions and their own small abacus. However, it is also undeniable that they are all Mongolian elites and are unwilling to watch their tribe sink day by day, and finally disappear silently.

"Whatever you want to say, just say it directly, we all listen." After trying hard to control our emotions, the little prince Bai Yin whispered a low order.

"Yes, Master Menghe, you have seen a lot. Tell us, what is this for? Do we Mongolians really deserve to suffer poverty for the rest of our lives?" Other aides also spoke, and seriously asked Menghe, who was twenty years younger than him, just like a teacher.

"It's our way of making a living cannot keep up with the times." Meng He raised his finger and pointed gently at the sky above his head. "For thousands of years, we Mongolians have made a living by nomadic life. We live well and poorly, relying on the heaven above our heads. The heaven of immortality is actually the most unreliable. We can grow vegetables and crops at least eight months a year in the pass, and we only have six and a half months of warm weather here. If a snow disaster comes, the hard work of the whole year will be in vain, and even three or four years can't help but get rid of vitality."

"Yeah." The staff nodded slightly. The harsh climatic conditions are indeed an important factor in inhibiting the development of grassland areas. However, unless all Mongolians broke out again like the Genghis Khan era, they could not change this status quo. Now it is the era of machine guns and cannons. The advantage of the Mongols on horseback has long disappeared. It is a dream to migrate the place of survival from outside the pass to inside the pass.

Meng He, who returned from studying abroad, certainly did not want to encourage his uncle to conquer the city and land in the pass. In fact, the little prince Baiyin did not have the capital to enter the pass to compete for power with the hundreds of private soldiers under his command. "The reason why my uncle's Wuqi Yete Left Banner is the richest within a radius of 1,000 miles is because there is a gold mine under his uncle's rule, and the production method is different from the tradition. He doesn't have to look at Changshengtian's face. Japan teaches you to open a farm here and turn the grassland into farmland, but it is no different from the traditional method. He also depends on the weather for food, and it is incomparable to the Central Plains. People can rotate winter wheat and cabbage and radish in the Central Plains. On our land, even in the Japanese demonstration farm, there are crops that cannot be planted except buckwheat and millet. Crops with a slightly longer growth period will freeze to death before they can get harvest."

This passage involves a lot of new knowledge. It took Bai Yin's staff a long time to finally understand it thoroughly. Someone immediately understood some clues, raised his head, and asked hesitantly: "Young Master, you are the one who says that the red beard can bring us, and we have a different way of making a living from before."

"Yes." Young Master Meng He nodded vigorously, his young face full of passion, "Don't you think it's just a salt field, but it's something that has never appeared on our grassland. Including the Japanese, they didn't expect it or deliberately didn't want to lead us on this road. The salt field is not large at present, but it has already made hundreds of people no longer rely on the immortality of life to make a living, but rely on the work in the salt field. As long as our salt field is running, they will not worry about hunger. Whether it's sunny or snowy outside, there are white disasters or drought, they call this industry outside. Looking at the most powerful countries in the world, all of them are countries with early industrialization. Japan only queues in the line. In London, England and Delute in the United States, it is said that there are big chimneys everywhere, and thousands of cars are lined up every day, driving out of the factory."

There may not be many people present here who know what it means to queule out in a row every day, but it can make them shudder. It is a steel monster that can catch up with horses, and it is stronger than a war horse, with longer endurance and stronger load-bearing ability. Moreover, factories that can build thousands of cars every day can naturally build thousands of machine guns and tens of thousands of bullets. If you take out a product for one day, you can arm a regiment of cavalry and drive a car to completely flatten the Dongmeng grassland. (Note 1)

"After these days, I have not wandered around without purpose. I looked at my uncle's salt field and gold mine, my uncle's guards and wolf cavalry, my Japanese demonstration farm, and I specially went to the Lamadou to see the small workshops run by Red Beard." The words of Master Meng He continued to echo above everyone's heads, sounding sensational and lonely. "I don't want to admit it, but I have to admit that the red beard's doing is the most correct choice and the hope of the entire grassland. The era of industrialization has long begun. If we don't catch up, we will be left behind forever. If we miss this opportunity, we will not only live up to the Yete Left Banner of the Wuqi, but also the sinners of the entire Mongolian people."

The last two sentences were too heavy, so heavy that everyone in the VIP seat could not accept it. They knew that their eloquence and knowledge were not as good as Meng He, so they simply chose to escape for the time being. They turned their eyes to the stands. In the arena, the entertainment project arranged by Red Beard had reached its climax. Ruyunlong and Fatty Zhang each led a group of cavalry, carrying cloth strips and chalked sabers, fighting each other. Every time a sabers fell from the air, a clear white would be drawn from the person's body, which was bright and dazzling.

"Okay." The audience stamped their feet and applauded, and gave the cheers to the parties they supported in the venue without hesitation. They were all excited and intoxicated.

"You are studying in Japan, right?" Amid the cheers, the little prince Bai Yin asked in an uncertain tone.

"So I can see that the Japanese are destined to fail." Xiao Menghe turned his head to his uncle, with clear and firm eyes. "In industrialized countries, Japan can only be ranked last, and Japan's domestic resources cannot support its large-scale industry at all. Therefore, they have no choice but to rob China and other regions of Asia. The resources in the world are limited. If the Japanese eat more, those old industrial countries will naturally eat less. If they grab food from the British and Americans one day, and those who are waiting for Japan will be torn to pieces, just like they are torn to pieces now."

Although Bai Yin has heard the conclusion that the Japanese are doomed to fail from many people, no one has interpreted it from the perspective just now. This is a brand new perspective, which makes him unable to understand for a while, but he knows it is difficult to refute unless, unless the Japanese can create a newer production method.

If the Japanese were really doomed to fail, the remaining choice would be relatively simple. However, Red Beard is not from the government after all, so who knows whether he will continue to be regarded as a rebel in the future? Thinking of this, the little prince Baiyin sighed and continued to ask tentatively, "There is a vacancy for the lieutenant and deputy company commander on the side of Battalion Commander Zhou. If I mention it to him."

"I'm not interested in being an official." Before Bai Yin finished speaking, the young Meng He flatly refused, "And I've heard a word below these days, I don't know if my uncle has heard of it."

"What are you talking about?" Bai Yin was a little curious when asked, pricked up his ears and made a listening statement.

"They said that only good people can become the Eighth Route Army in the past few days. Have you heard of it?" (Note 2)

Note 1: Regarding the fantasy of industrialization, looking back from the perspective of modern people, people's vision at that time was indeed a bit narrow, with very little or no consideration of the damage to the environment after industrialization. However, in an era when even nails needed to be imported, it was urgent to develop industry. The side effects were not realized at all, or they did not even care about it.

Note 2: Good people are the Eighth Route Army, and bad people are the puppet troops. This is a widely circulated among the people in the enemy-occupied areas during the War of Resistance Against Japan, and it was not fabricated by the author.
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