Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 1466 I like to win people over with virtue!

But this may be the most leisurely day for Tang Dao since he came to this world.

In the small wooden house in Dakouzidong Town, Tang Dao, who was unemployed and recuperating, was either cooking for his wife who had just returned home from the hospital, or taking little Tang Shanhe out for a walk.

The common people in the old street of Dakouzidong Town were even familiar with the routine of Captain Tang who enjoyed taking his baby out for a walk. All the snack shops had prepared food for little Tang Shanhe early on, waiting for Captain Tang to come and hand over the snacks, touch Tang Shanhe's little face and listen to him shout in a baby voice: "Thank you, uncles, aunties!"

Faced with the kindness of the villagers, Tang Tuanzuo did not refuse. He put on a travel bag and smiled as he accepted the gifts from the people.

Of course, this gift is not received in vain. In the evening, someone will come to pay the bill. If someone doesn't want it, Tang Tuanzuo will look angry when he passes by his store the next day.

"Not taking even a single needle or thread from the masses is the military rule of our Four-Line Regiment. You want me, the regiment leader, to be whipped and punished, right?" Commander Tang took out the military rule manual and pointed at the regulations to 'teach a lesson' to the merchants who refused to collect money.

Well, since Commander Tang has said that it has come to this, the people can only accept the money, but this does not stop them from continuing to send all kinds of food to this villain Tang Shanhe.

It was a pity that Tangshan He, who was only one and a half years old, had not yet fully grown his teeth and could not eat so many snacks. He could only watch helplessly as his father took all these delicious foods to the nursery of the Fourth Line Regiment, where lived more than 300 children of officers and soldiers of the Fourth Line Regiment and the Security Brigade.

Although there is no shortage of food and drink, and there are specially recruited women to take care of their daily lives, these various snacks are not available every day.

It’s not that the Sixing Regiment was stingy and reluctant to spend money on the purchase, but that the Political Department Director Ye Chenghuan believed that these little guys should develop frugal and simple living habits from an early age.

  Their fathers and mothers fought for their country on the front lines, didn't they hope that they would build the country and become the pillars of this country when they grew up?

If you want to be a pillar of society, there is no reason to live in a greenhouse. Just like the wild flowers in the mountains, they will bloom proudly no matter how much wind and rain they experience, while the domesticated flowers will wither after a night of wind and rain.

This makes sense, but Tang Dao couldn't help feeling distressed when he looked at these children, who were only one, two, or three years old, with their parents' and his own names stamped on their bodies. Some of them didn't know how long it would take before they could see their own parents again, and some might never see their father and mother again in their entire lives.

During the Battle of Shipai, a second lieutenant platoon leader in the first battalion was hit by a Japanese artillery shell. He had a chance to survive, but in order to save a new recruit next to him, the second lieutenant platoon leader chose to throw the new recruit under him at the moment the shell was whistling down.

The second lieutenant platoon leader who used his body as a shield was like a tattered rag doll, with his two arms blown off, one leg blown to the point where only a tendon was connected, half of his face skin drooped to his chin, and his body was a bloody mess.

Even though the soldiers covered him with at least 15 hemostatic packs and carried him to the medical team as quickly as possible, the military doctors tried every possible means, even injecting more than three times the amount of morphine imported from the United States as an ordinary person, but still could not stop the excruciating pain.

  The entire body under the bandage was twitching due to severe pain!

At that moment, even the heartbroken Company Commander Qian Dazhui couldn't bear to see his comrades suffer like this, but the second lieutenant platoon leader persisted with his incomparably tenacious will to survive until Leng Feng, who had just finished commanding the battle, hurried to the medical team.

"Your girl is my girl. Although my wife and I, Leng Feng, are gone, Shi Tou and the others will never let her starve or be treated coldly." Leng Feng leaned his head against the soldier who had rushed out of the Sihang Warehouse with him, and made a deep promise.

The second lieutenant platoon leader, who had been holding on to his last breath, gently lowered his head and let the tears of the former platoon leader and today's battalion commander slide down his face.

At the moment he left, what he was most worried about was his 2-year-old daughter.

His wife, a nurse at a field hospital, had died in the Battle of Zishan after being hit by shrapnel while rescuing the wounded on the front line.

For this reason, he was allowed to stay in the Dakouzidong Town Guard Battalion as a second lieutenant platoon leader, and his military position and rank remained unchanged, but he ultimately could not bear to leave his brothers behind, and chose to follow the main force of the Four-Line Regiment southward.

Before leaving, he hugged his one and a half year old daughter who had just learned to call daddy and kissed her again and again until the back of the last soldier in the entire battalion was about to blur. Then he cruelly put his daughter back into the arms of the director of the nursery, turned around and walked away, walking faster and faster, as if he did not hear his daughter's crying.

Little did he know that at that moment, the front of the uniform of this tough guy who had been through many battles had already been wet.

When the army second lieutenant was buried in the Beidoushan Martyrs Cemetery in Shipai, there was a photo in his arms, a photo of a family of three. In the middle of two soldiers, a boy and a girl, was a fat baby, just half a year old, grinning, with a bright smile on his face!

Now, both soldiers have died on the battlefield, and the fat kid is running around with pigtails.

Tang Dao still remembers that the day after he came back, he came to the nursery with Leng Feng's instructions to visit the little girl named Wen Xiuxiu. He heard the director introduce Wen Xiuxiu, who was always cheerful and loved to laugh. At that time, she glanced at Tang Shanhe, who was holding his hand in his mouth and looked silly, and asked Tang Dao timidly: "You are my father, then is this my brother?"

"I'm not your father. Your father is still fighting on the front line. He hasn't had time to come back to see you. He will come back when you grow up a little." Tang Dao didn't want to lie to the little girl, but seeing the girl's eyes quickly dimming, Tang Dao finally lied to her.

"This is Tang Shanhe. Remember his name. He will be your brother in the future. If you need any help, just call him!" Tang Dao carefully pulled Tang Shanhe in front of the little girl. "Call me sister!"

Of course, the little girl didn't know how heavy Tang Dao's promise was. Now she only knew that she had a chubby, cute little brother.

In the future, Tang Shanhe will be a strong man with a height of 1 meters, and carrying hundreds of kilograms of rice on his shoulders will be a piece of cake for him.

Of course, more importantly, 38 years later, Tang Shanhe was the first man to lead his troops to break through the enemy's defense line and plant the national flag on the top of a mountain that the enemy claimed would never fall in the battle in the southwest.

At this time, Tang Shanhe was just a soft and adorable little kid of one and a half years old. His father didn't give him much food along the way, so he could only lick his fingers greedily.

Although little Tang Shanhe couldn't stand his father who had taken his mother away on the first night, as time went by, he liked sticking to Tang Dao more and more. It was not only the natural instinct of father and son, but also there was a unique smell from his father that made him feel safe.

"Sister! You are so tall!" Little Tang Shanhe looked up at the little girl who was half a head taller than him, his eyes full of envy.

If he had grown this tall, perhaps he could have jogged behind his father without being laughed at by his father for having such short legs and needing to be carried in his arms and on his back.

The little girl, who was originally feeling a little lost, looked at the soft and cute Tang Shanhe, and her mood instantly improved. She reached out and held Tang Shanhe's little hand.

Then, he saw Tang Dao take off the backpack behind him and open it. Inside was all kinds of food sold in the old street of the town. His eyes immediately widened.

"This is what your father asked me to buy for you and the other kids in the courtyard with his military pay. You'll have it every day as long as I'm at home." Tang Dao squatted down and said with a smile.

"Thank you, Dad, and thank you, uncle!" The little girl's big eyes turned into two crescent moons when she smiled.

Those were one of the most beautiful pairs of eyes Tang Dao had ever seen in his life!

But my mood at that time was a little sour!

Tang Dao only does these two things every day: he spends time with his wife and children and doesn't attend any military meetings. Occasionally, officers and soldiers from the security brigade return to the base to report to him, but he just meets them and chats with them about things on the front line before waving his hand to send them away, even saving on food and drinks.

As for the calls from the Second War Zone Command, the 4th Army Command, and even the th Army Command asking him to go for a walk, he refused on the pretext that he was seriously injured and could not endure a long march.

In the eyes of many people, Tang Dao had just started to lie low and do nothing, and even seemed to have forgotten about disaster relief. It was not until after New Year's Day, with one and a half months to go before the New Year, that Tang Dao seemed to remember that he not only had to recover from his injuries, but was also assigned the position of deputy commander of disaster relief, and started working.

"Please recruit 200,000 civilians to gather at Bailang Street in Zijingguan Town before the New Year. Disaster relief supplies will arrive soon." After starting work, Tang Dao sent a telegram directly to the commander named Jiang in the First War Zone.

"What is Tang Dao doing?" The admiral commander, who was a little confused by Tang Dao's incoherent telegram, made up a sentence in Shaanxi dialect.

Otherwise, it cannot express his confusion.

The Bailang Street that Tang Dao mentioned is a very famous place, located at the junction of Shaanxi, Hubei and Henan provinces. The Bailang River flows from the Shaanxi Province at the west end of Bailang Street, flows eastward to the Henan Province in the middle of the street, and then turns to the Hubei Province in the south.

Tang Dao’s meaning was also very clear. The supplies he organized would be transported from Shaanxi Province to Henan Province.

This was also closely related to the territories controlled by China and Japan at the time. The Japanese army occupied the area north of the Yellow River in Henan Province, cutting off the connection between Henan Province and Shanxi Province. If you want to transport supplies from the neighboring Shanxi Province to Henan Province, you must go through Shaanxi Province to enter.

  The transportation channel is a small matter. The key is that you have to have supplies to deliver. Do you need to recruit 200,000 civilians just to get the supplies you need?

That's not something that can be solved by just talking about it. It's easy to find 200,000 people. Now nearly one-third of Henan Province has millions of refugees due to drought, and they survive on the little relief provided by local governments. As long as you offer food as compensation, not to mention 200,000, we can get you 800,000.

But where would the money and food come from to recruit 200,000 people? The civilians would have to walk hundreds of miles to get food! Given the current situation in Henan Province, it would be difficult to get a million kilograms of food, unless military rations were used. But that would affect the safety of the First War Zone. If something went wrong, he, the commander-in-chief, would not be able to bear the responsibility.

"Send another telegram to ask Tang Dao how much supplies there are. If it's just a few hundred thousand kilograms of food, I can send a transport team to get it." Admiral Jiang frowned and thought for a while. After all, he still found it hard to believe that Tang Dao had such a strong ability.

  The information he got was that the Executive Yuan only allocated 300 million French francs to Tang Dao, and Tang Dao did not have the ability to turn stone into gold, so where could it conjure up food?

Not to mention that most of Shanxi Province is now in decline, even when Shanxi Province was in its heyday, those dry mountains only produced 221 kilograms of grain per person. How could it be compared with Henan Province, which accounts for one-tenth of the country's grain output?

Even a fool wouldn't believe that Tang Dao could create millions of kilograms of food as soon as he returned to Taihang Mountain.

"The first batch of disaster relief grain is about 500 million kilograms! The second batch is being raised!" Tang Dao's reply was also very simple.

  General Jiang

Then ecstasy!

As the top military and political figure in Henan Province, he is responsible for defending the territory and paying attention to people's livelihood. A few months ago, the former highest administrative chief of Henan Province was thrown into jail because he revealed the news of Henan Province to the top leaders in Shancheng and did nothing. If it weren't for some old friends who intervened, he would have almost lost his head.

  Once the disaster becomes serious and the number of refugees increases, he, as the commander of the First War Zone, will probably not be able to escape responsibility. Although the 500 million grains from Tang Dao are not much, they can at least solve the urgent problem, right?

As for whether Tang Dao would brag, based on his understanding of Tang Dao, that would be a non-bragging decision.

As for where the food came from, Admiral Jiang, who had an average combat level, had a high EQ and was extremely smart. He immediately thought of the blonde girl who had "passionately kissed" Mr. Tang at the airport.

  Who else but the Rockefeller Foundation could have such capability?

Don't mention it, he really guessed it right. Without Laura's help, no matter how powerful Tang Dao was, he couldn't exchange US dollars for food.

Tang Dao was also firm in his words. He said 500 million jin and it was 500 million jin. This time, Tang Dao mobilized % of the transportation capacity of the Second War Zone to transport this batch of supplies.

After receiving Tang Dao's request and a reward of 20 kilograms of military rations, the four armies stationed in Zhongtiao Mountain sent a large transport team of 4 people and 1.2 pack horses. The Second War Zone directly sent a baggage regiment, and the 6000th Army mobilized 1 civilians in southeastern Shanxi to push wheelbarrows. The 10 major merchants in Dakouzidong Town also sent 400 carts and nearly pack horses.

This wave of transport convoys, which was considered the largest on the battlefield in North China, set out from their respective bases and headed for Zishan in southern Hebei under the escort of at least one infantry battalion.

There, Tang Dao stored up all kinds of grain that had been shipped to Tianjin Port by American merchant ships and then continuously transported to Shanxi Province by the Manchurian company over the past two years.

There were detailed statistics at the beginning, but later the quantity was so huge that it was impossible to be accurate to within a thousand kilograms during the distribution to the people in southern Hebei. The total amount was definitely more than 4000 million kilograms.

According to logistical statistics, the loss of so many people and horses just to transport this batch of food is probably more than 150 million kilograms.

Therefore, the actual transportation volume of this transport team sent by various departments must be at least more than 750 million jin to ensure that Henan Province will accept and transport the total volume of 500 million jin to the local area.

This time, Tang Dao did not just sit in the back and give orders. He said goodbye to his wife and children and took his reinforced guard squad with the transport team across the Yellow River, into the mountains of Shaanxi Province and arrived at the famous border of three provinces, and then all the way to Zhengcheng.

"In the early spring of next year, if the drought continues or the affected area expands, more food will be delivered to Henan Province. However, it will not be provided to the victims for free, but sold to grain merchants, and the price of food will remain the same as it is now. In addition, please ask the Executive Yuan to apply for more funds and materials for disaster relief. Otherwise, if famine occurs, it will affect the lives of millions of people.

To put it bluntly, our military positions and even our lives are insignificant in the face of such a natural disaster. However, if our bad reputation is left in the world due to our failure to provide disaster relief, then our name will truly go down in history.

In addition, please give me a privilege. If any grain merchant dares to hoard grain or raise prices during this special period, I will deal with him according to military law. Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.

Also, regarding the collection of military rations by the various armies in their respective areas, I hope to postpone the implementation, at least until we get through this disaster year, otherwise it is very likely that natural disasters will turn into man-made disasters. "Tang Dao said very frankly in the office of General Jiang.

"Is it really that serious?" Admiral Jiang took a breath of cold air.

What surprised him was not that Tang Dao, the god of death, was still murderous when he came to his first battle zone, but that from Tang Dao's conversation, he seemed to see the barren land of Henan Province for thousands of miles.

"It may be better to think of the worst side of things than to rely on luck. I also hope that the weather will be good next year. The military rations for the First War Zone will still have to come from this province with high production." Tang Dao continued.

Of course, Future Little Butterfly knew that the root cause of the 1942 famine in Henan Province was indeed the once-in-a-century drought, but the government's ineffective disaster relief and some military's extortion made the situation worse, ultimately leading to this tragic disaster that lasted for nearly a year, with 3000 million people affected and 300 million people starving to death.

The grain he transported can only treat the symptoms but not the root cause. If you want to solve the root cause, you have to ask the government to intervene and control people in advance.

He came here to start with the grain merchants. Whoever dared to raise the price or not sell grain during this period would be killed first, no matter who was standing behind him.

He could kill the Japanese, the major general who harmed him, and the general who dared to make money by killing people at this time.

It depends on whether some people know how to adapt to the changing times.

"Okay! I will be in charge of the Executive Yuan, and you will take care of cracking down on unscrupulous businessmen. I will give you a security camp. If there are really people hoarding goods, we will investigate and punish them according to wartime military law. It's just killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, but don't kill indiscriminately! The military's grain collection is a matter of great importance to the war of resistance. It requires discussion and decision from multiple parties. It is not something I can decide, so let's put it aside for now." General Jiang finally nodded in agreement.

But he didn't say anything final, so he still reminded Tang Dao to pay attention. After all, whoever could become a grain merchant at this time must have a high-ranking military official behind him? Especially the commander of the 20th Army, whose grain merchants accounted for a quarter of the entire Henan Province.

"I don't need to worry about that! Please rest assured, sir. I, Tang Dao, have always convinced others with my virtue!" Tang Dao grinned, revealing his white teeth.

General Jiang felt a chill in his heart, and inexplicably regretted giving Tang Dao this right.

Tang Dao was a vicious man who starved thousands of Japanese soldiers to death in the later stage of the Battle of Shipai. He wanted to win people over with virtue. This cold joke is not funny at all.

(End of this chapter)