"Have you restored the county town?" Zhang John was still unhappy when he heard this, pulled his grandfather's arm and asked in a low voice.

To be honest, the stories he heard along the way were not very exciting, but they were far more vivid and closer to himself than any historical materials he had seen and heard in the past, especially when he heard the words from his grandfather, "For the sake of his descants, we will never be bullied, and in order to build a proud and free country on this land", there was a hot stream in his heart. Although this was his first time to come to the West, it would be impossible to have more connections with this place in the future.

"How is it possible? If it is so easy, the War of Resistance Against Japan will not have to be fought for eight years." Zhang Songling looked at the black city tower not far away, and shook his head with a smile, "We lacked heavy weapons for attacking the tough times at that time, and the entire Kwantung Army of a whole regiment had already driven halfway."

The city tower was restored on the ruins of the north gate of Heishizhai in the mid-1990s, and tried to maintain its original appearance. However, Heishizhai is no longer the original Heishizhai. The area of ​​the city is five times the size of that year. Some areas that were originally not even considered remote suburbs have gradually been linked to the city with the arrival of the real estate craze and gradually turned into part of the city.

"Then, what about the little prince Baiyin?, can he hold on? According to your statement, he is not a person who can cope with the crisis." Zhang John, who is used to the scenery of a big city, was unable to get any interest in the scenery in front of him, and continued to support his grandfather's arm and dig into the bottom line.

"He?" Zhang Songling smiled and continued to shake his head, "Of course he persevered. To be honest, I didn't expect him to persevere at that time, but after careful consideration, we actually looked down on him back then. Bai Yin is not only ambitious, but also very resilient, and her eyes are also quite long-term."

"Oh." Zhang John nodded blankly, not neglecting his grandfather's statement. With Japan's national strength at that time, failure had become a destined ing at the moment when he launched the Pearl Harbor sneak attack. Moreover, he did not defeat a guerrilla team for several consecutive years, and made the latter stronger and stronger. If anyone had been with Bai Yin, he would probably not have put his bet on the Japanese invaders again.

"He not only has a long-term vision in this matter." Zhang Songling guessed the confusion of his grandson, thought for a while, and continued to add, "In the last three and a half years of the Anti-Japanese War, he was basically fighting side by side with us and Zhou Heizi's indepent camp. Even if he was chased by the Japanese and retreated into the desert, he did not accept the Japanese's invitation."

"That's the case, then he's really extraordinary." John Zhang thought for a while and nodded slightly.

"It's not just unusual." Zhang Songling smiled and quickly threw out the second evidence, "Not long after the War of Resistance Against Japan, he resolutely pulled the team to the Communist Party."

"Ah." Zhang John was shocked, not only because of Bai Yin's foresight, but also for the follow-up of this story, "You, you fought with Peng Xuewen, what about Zhou Heicang, what about him, what should he do at that time?"

"No, I really want to fight him earlier, so that he can understand whether he is dead or alive in the . Maybe someone will write books for him now." Zhang Songling sighed long and responded quietly.

"He, what's wrong with him? Who killed him?" The more you heard, the more confused you became, with your eyes wide open and black, and you'll find out the truth. According to his grandfather's previous statement, Mr. Peng Xuewen was considered to be both civil and military, and his family was very strong. Such a person had made great contributions in the Anti-Japanese War, so who could easily move him?

"He committed suicide, it is said to be." Zhang Songling slowly closed his eyes, his voice with anger that could not be wiped away by time. "In the year when the War of Resistance Against Japan ed, his teacher Ma Hansan transferred him back to Peiping. As a result, before he could set off, the Military Control Commission sent another wave of people to arrest him with Mao Renfeng's handwriting order, saying that when he was at the Military Control Commission Chasui Branch, he secretly colluded with the Japanese and locked him in the original Japanese military camp and tortured him day and night. He could not bear the grievance and was unwilling to drag his teacher into the water as he interrogated those of him. When he was escorted out, he hit the stone and swallowed his anger on the spot. After Bai Yin heard the news, he pulled Zhou Heichang and rebelled. Then the three of us joined forces to attack the county and avenged Peng Xuewen, and the guardian side was Jiang Hulu."

"Uh." John Zhang didn't breathe evenly and almost fainted. What was this? The former anti-Japanese hero was beaten into a traitor by the Military Control Commission himself, but the former traitor turned into a loyal minister. In terms of absurdity, is there anything more outrageous in this world?

"Politics is sometimes more cruel than war." Zhang Songling's words continued to come from his ears, making the young John Zhang inexplicably sour. "When you fight, at least you know where the bullet comes from, but when you engage in politics, no one is sure."

"You take your grandfather Fang as an example." Zhang Songling was moved by Peng Xuewen's experience, and smiled bitterly, "That dogmatic person was labeled as a rightist in the 1960s. He finally hoped to be rehabilitated. Before he could live a comfortable life, he became a extreme leftist. But the one who arrested him rightist back then was actually the same group of people as the one who criticized him extreme left later."

Those who can be listed as the generation of John Zhang’s grandfather and the surname Fang are 100% Fang Guoqiang. In the story of his grandfather, this is a very stereotypical image of a political worker. However, what Zhang John never expected was that such a stereotypical person’s final encounter was so bizarre, so bizarre that it was a bit ridiculous, and he couldn’t help but sigh.

Just as he was about to continue digging from his grandfather's mouth, about Baiyin, Fang Guoqiang and Zhou Heicang, a chaotic noise suddenly came from not far away. Then, the bustling crowds around him stumbled slightly, and then rushed towards the ruins of the city gate like a tide.

"Fight, fight!" The people outside the Great Wall are fierce, and the people who like to watch the most is fighting in the street. As long as there is no life, no matter how fierce the fight is, there is no need for cheering and applause around them.

"These guys." Zhang Songling's memory was interrupted. He looked at the crowd not far away and shook his head. It has been many years since then, and the local people still love to join in the fun. The changes in people's hearts are much slower than technology and industry.

"It's not a fight, it's the old man of the Bai family. The old man of the Bai family is teaching the second Japanese a lesson." Suddenly, a few slightly exaggerated reports came from the crowd, as if they were afraid that the people behind would not see it, and they wanted to do a live broadcast.

"Old Master of the Bai family." Zhang Songling was slightly stunned when he heard this, and a very strange premonition surged in his heart, "It's not that guy Bai Yin, he is almost a hundred years old."

As he spoke, he didn't care about his old age and weakness. He separated his hands and squeezed towards the lively place. John Zhang was so scared that he was so scared that he followed him with a scream, "Grandpa, grandpa, please be careful, sorry, sorry, the old man likes to watch the lively, don't squeeze, don't squeeze, the old man is in poor health, and you will cause trouble if you squeeze it out."

I don’t know if it was his threat or whether Zhang Songling was not as fragile as he looked. In a blink of an eye, the grandparents and grandsons had already arrived at the center of the crowd. At the ruins of the old city gate, there was an old man with white hair and beard carrying a crutch and was thrusting at a guy in a blue suit. The blue suit was obviously fifty years younger than the white-haired old man, and he was carrying more than thirty burly men around him as his followers, but he neither dared to fight back nor let his followers help. He just covered his face and dodged left and right.

"If you want to cover up your shame, you won't have the idea of ​​this city tower. You can tear down the stones from the city tower to build a cemetery for the Japanese. Bah, you can think of it. Rabbits are running everywhere among the anti-Japanese martyrs. Why don't you pay for some repairs?" The white-bearded old man refused to give in, and became more and more brave as he fought.

The blue suit jumped around like a monkey, and while jumping, he shouted aggrievedly, "Old man, please listen to my explanation. This decision was not made by me. I am just a contractor in charge of construction. If you want to fight, you should beat the people who make decisions. You shouldn't, don't hit me."

"I don't care. From today on, I will live down the city building. If anyone dares to cut a stone from above, he will give him his life." The white-bearded man leaned on his old age and pointed at the blue suit with his cane, and continued to shout loudly.

“Good fight.”

"It's time to fight, build a cemetery for the Japanese devils. I really forgot my ancestors' turtle."

The people around were afraid that the world would be in chaos, so they stomped their feet and applauded, desperately cheering the old man. In the lively moments, a harsh police sirens suddenly came from a distance. In an instant, an Audi A6 stopped close to the crowd under the protection of three police cars.

Seeing this, most of the onlookers immediately dispersed. Only a very few who were very brave, or who had nothing to do with the local area, continued to stay under the city tower and watched the development of the situation coldly.

The Audi cars were pulled away by the secretary, and a fat white man with a big belly walked down from above. He first pushed the blue suit aside, then quickly walked to the white-haired old man, squatted down, and blamed with a grievance: "Grandpa, what are you doing? Building a cemetery for the Japanese Development Group is part of the city's investment promotion plan, and it is for the long-term development of Heishi Village. Besides, the Development Group is also an ordinary person and cannot be confused with the Japanese military."

"Don't let your mother gossip." It's okay if he didn't explain. As soon as he explained, the old man's beard and eyebrows stood up at the same time. He pointed the man's chest with a crutch, and scolded loudly: "Are they soldiers or ordinary people. I'm not clear than you bastards. How many Japanese devils who came to China to hunt gold in the past had never been stained with blood from our Chinese people? Ordinary people, have you seen ordinary people who were carrying guns and fired at the Chinese heads at all times? Tell you, those dead Japanese ronin, at least five of them were killed by your grandfather. I would like to erect a monument for them today, unless I slaughtered me first and buried under the monument."

"Grandpa, grandpa, please calm down, we don't mean that. This place is too messy. You go home with me first. When you get home, I will explain it to you slowly." The fat white man was scolded and blushed and whispered to accept his promise.

"I won't go back. I'm going to live here today to see who dares to tear down the city walls to build a grave for the Japanese. I don't know what attracting investment means. I know that if a person doesn't know how to love himself, no one will look down on him." The white bearded kept resigning and continued to shout.

"Okay, Brother Baiyin, please leave some room for improvement for the child." Zhang Songling saw that the fat man was so pitiful, raised his head and spoke loudly.

"Which yamen are you?" The old man with white beard was on the head of fire. He immediately turned his gaze to Zhang Songling. He said halfway through the sarcastic words, but his body froze on the spot as if he was in an evil spirit. After a long time, he staggered a few steps and tentatively said in a trembling voice, "You, you are Fatty Zhang, are you? Why did you come here? It's in broad daylight, don't scare me on purpose,"

"You are the lonely ghost." Zhang Songling was also very excited, wiped the corners of his eyes and responded loudly, "When will we get to know that we will never forget you even if we die."

"It's good to be a living person, it's good to be a living person." Bai Yin immediately forgot what he was doing, shook forward like a child, and grabbed Zhang Songling's arm with both hands to introduce to his grandson, who was an official, "Xiaobatu, this is your Grandpa Zhang. If it weren't for him, our family would have been finished. Come over quickly and kowtow to your Grandpa Zhang."

"Grandpa Zhang." The fat official was red again and walked forward and bowed deeply to Zhang Songling, "I often hear my grandfather mention you. Why did you come back when you have time this time? I didn't inform you in advance, so I could arrange a car to pick you up."

"Get out, your grandfather Zhang wants to take the car, and it's your turn to pick him up." Seeing that his grandson refused to kowtow to Zhang Songling, Bai Yin raised his foot and kicked him five feet away. Then he grabbed Zhang Songling's arm tightly, as if the other party would run away at any time, shouting loudly, "Come back, it's good to come back, go hurry up and go to my house to have a drink. We brothers, we must have a good time to drink tonight."

"I can't drink anymore." Zhang Songling let the other party drag it and strode out of the crowd. "This time, I'm back with my little grandson. John, come here to see your Grandpa Baiyin."

"Grandpa Bai Yin's affairs." Finally, I saw a living character in the story. John Zhang bowed deeply to Bai Yin with a little curiosity.

"Good kid, good kid." Bai Yin smiled and supported John Zhang, while fumbled back and forth on himself with his other hand, searching for him, and finally found a jade Buddha with body temperature on his waist, smiled, and pressed it hard on the young man's palm, "Hold it, let the Buddha bless you with peace and joy for your life."

"This" Although John Zhang did not understand jade culture, he also knew that this thing was valuable, so he quickly looked up and asked his grandfather for advice.

"If you let me take it, just take it. Your Grandpa Baiyin is a rich man." Zhang Songling nodded and ordered with a smile.

Bai Yin immediately raised her eyes and retorted, "You are the rich man. Your old Zhang family almost went out of business back then. If you weren't too much of a loser, you might have even bought half of Black Stone City now."

The two old men teased each other, and in a blink of an eye, they left the fat official and blue suits behind them. Seeing that there were no idle people around him to follow, Zhang Songling suddenly stopped and asked with a little smugness, "You old guy, who are you trying to show me today? Can't Batu's current identity stop the erecting monument for the Japanese?"

"At such an old age, you can't pret to be confused for a while." Bai Yin, who was in his nineties, flipped his eyelids at Zhang Songling, who was in his eighties, and said hatefully, "As soon as you came forward, I knew I was seen through again. Batu's bastard was too soft and dared not have a breakup with the other members of the Standing Committee. The other few were all eager to make achievements. As long as they could attract Japanese businessmen, they wouldn't care who to erect a monument for."

"And you're"

"When I was making a fuss here today, Batu had reason to vote against it when the municipal party committee voted, and then he found a way to poke the newspaper, which would probably completely distort the matter of erecting a monument for the Japanese." Bai Yin squeezed his eyes, as proud as a child stole candy.

"As for that, you have been the secretary of the prefectural committee, so you won't go through normal channels." Zhang Songling did not understand Bai Yin's difficulties. He glanced at the other party and scolded him disdainfully. Halfway through speaking, he suddenly realized that Bai Yin's personality was like this. He had always been detours but would not go straight. Besides, this old guy has been retired for more than ten years, and his influence in politics has long approached zero. It is actually very rare to think of this trick.

The two have worked together for several years, so many things need not be said to be complete. After guessing what Zhang Songling thought, Lao Baiyin couldn't help but smile and shook his head, "I'm old, I know people back then, no one has heard what Parkinson's Parkinson, I have long heard of me. Nowadays, young people can sell anything in order to make money. Oh, forget it, forget it, let's not mention these, why do you, old guy, suddenly remember to come back and take a look?"

"While you can still move, let's go out for a walk, look at you, look at Lao Fang, and then go to give Lao Peng and Heizi a glass of wine." After a glance at Bai Yin's sparse eyebrows and hair, Zhang Songling told the truth.

They were all rolling in the rain of bullets. The two old men really didn't care about the words or not. They just mentioned the ing of those fris back then, and felt a little sad. Peng Xuewen was actually washed away by the Military Commission himself. Fang Guoqiang became a rightist first and became an extreme left. His life was inappropriate, and now he has completely lost his memory. Zhou Heitan, since the peace era came, has been transferred to farming and animal husbandry, and has specialized in how to use the seasons on the grassland to grow rice. It took nearly twenty years before finally achieving results. A central leader in the central government personally ordered his name and met him in Beijing. Soon the leader failed and fell into the sand. Zhou Heitan's work as a bandit was immediately turned out by the revolutionary masses with bright glasses.

"The next day, let's go and serve Heizi a bowl of rice together." Bai Yin whispered, "I heard from his inmate that during the Chinese New Year that year, he kept yelling to eat a bowl of rice, but the guards thought he was causing trouble and locked him up alone for five days. After the Chinese New Year, when the New Year was over, the body had already become hard when he was released, and the handcuffs were full of tooth marks!"

"Oh!" Zhang Songling had read this past in Bai Yin's letter. The pain in his heart was already numb. He didn't know who he should blame. The dereliction of duty was stabbed in the kidney by the latter in the early 1980s by arresting the escaped fugitive who was stabbed in the kidney with a dagger and died on the spot. The senior leader who summoned Zhou Heichang and implicated him in prison that year would never be rehabilitated because of his final actions.

"Oh." Bai Yin also sighed in a low voice, "That era was so crazy! If you hadn't come forward to testify for me at a critical moment, I would have been with Heizi long ago."

Suddenly, he remembered a very important thing, looked at Zhang Songling's eyes and solemnly asked, "How did you tell the investigators back then? Many people were wrongly accused me of me, but they were useless. But you had been kicked to the second-tier factory because you were in the wrong team. How could you help me wash away the charge of being in a foreign country?"

"This" Zhang Songling's emotions were immediately pulled out of his sadness and scratched his head embarrassedly.

Looking at his embarrassed look, Bai Yin's curiosity became stronger and stronger. He grabbed his sleeves hard and urged loudly, "Hurry up and say, don't keep it a secret. We are both of us at this age. You still want me to die and can't understand how I escaped the disaster."

"Actually, it's nothing. I just told a few big truths." Zhang Songling was forced to admit it with a wry smile.

"What a big truth, you kid shouldn't be able to put down the wrong side, probably not, otherwise they wouldn't be able to let me go."

"I just told them that although Bai Yin is very unauthentic, he is not a fool. When he was defeated and was chased by Sun Lanfeng, he did not surrer to the Kuomintang. Now the country is in full swing. How could he be so stupid that he would be to hook up with the Kuomintang spies again, unless his head is kicked by the donkey."

"You little bastard, you dare to look down on me." Bai Yin was stunned at first, then furious and rushed over with his fist.

Zhang Songling turned around and ran away. While running, he responded with a smile, "You old guy, you don't recognize others if you turn against each other. You even beat your life-saving benefactor and you'll be wronged if you don't know what you mean."

One of the two old men escaped and the other chased, running farther and farther in the sunset, and their bodies slowly merged into the golden sunset, becoming younger and younger.

"Woo woo," a passing train whistle, and several wild birds were flew up in shock, flying over the iconic city tower of Blackstone City, flying over rows of houses, flying above the huge stone altar, and soaring on the wind.
Chapter completed!