Heroes of the Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 847

At four o'clock in the morning, Lao Zhang got up to get dressed, then picked up the bamboo broom next to the door, opened the door and went out.A gust of cold air rushed into the room with Lao Zhang opening the door, and Zhou Chen, who was sleeping on the kang, couldn't help cursing: "This dog spy!"

The scolding Zhou Chen was over 50 years old. He got up and put on his clothes while muttering curses, stuffed the insoles under the mattress into cotton shoes, put on a dog fur hat on his feet, picked up a broom and opened the door and went out.

Harbin in the twelfth lunar month is dry and cold, and my face feels numb after standing outside for a while.

In the distance came the rhythmic sound of Lao Zhang sweeping the floor.

Zhou Chen, who came out later, also waved the broom and bowed his head to start sweeping the floor.

It hasn't snowed these days, so they don't live much. The two people sweep along the road in the park in the opposite direction, and they meet at another section of the park.

Zhou Chen is obese and slow to work, so Lao Zhang has to do more every day, but Zhou Chen doesn't feel ashamed at all, he should let the dog agent work more, exercise more, and reflect on his mistakes more.

The two of them swept along the road by the small lake in the park until they met. Without saying a word, Lao Zhang carried the broom and began to sweep the floating dirt and light snow near the Heroes Monument in the park.

Zhou Chen followed behind, and after the two of them cleaned the monument, old Zhang Yang looked at the monument.

When the anti-Japanese hero was assassinated in [-], he was buried here, and the park was named after him.

"Do you know him?" Zhou Chen asked suddenly.

Old Zhang nodded silently.

"Do you also know the two people on Jingyu Street and Yiman Street?" Zhou Chen continued to ask.

Old Zhang still nodded silently.

Zhou Chen admired sincerely: "It seems that you are really a character, you know so many great people!"

There was the sound of a big iron gate in the distance, the gate of the park opened, and people who walked in the morning walked into the park one after another.

It's more than five o'clock in the morning, and there is a layer of gray clouds in the sky.All households started cooking, and the weather was filled with the choking smell of coal smoke.

The two returned to the small earthen house where they lived with their big brooms on their shoulders.

Two old bachelors who are in charge of cleaning the park live in this small earthen house in the park.In this era, people in their 50s are already old men, and the rest of the time that the two old men spend in this small park every day is to stay.

Zhou Chen stomped his feet and threw the dog fur hat and cotton handbags onto the kang, then bent down and opened the stove, turned around and sat the pot of porridge covered with a layer of ice on the stove.

The cabin was filled with flying dust and the pungent smell of soot.

Lao Zhang sat on the edge of the kang and kept bumping his feet together.After working outside for two hours, my feet get cold.

"I told the park leader to give us two pairs of wool shoes, but he didn't listen to me at all! Towels, gloves, soap, labor insurance, etc. I have to urge them!" Zhou Chen complained.

Lao Zhang didn't talk to him, he tore up a newspaper, rolled a cigarette for himself, and lit it.

Seeing steam coming out of the pot containing the porridge, Zhou Chen took it down and put it on the table.

He fished out a salty cucumber from the jar, chopped it into several pieces with a kitchen knife, put it on the plate and said, "Dinner!"

Lao Zhang came over and put two bowls of porridge on the table.

Zhou Chen poured a bowl of porridge into the basin, then used that bowl to pour half a bowl of loose liquor for himself and said, "I drank too much last night, drink some more in the morning to make it thoroughly clear!"

Lao Zhang picked up a piece of salty cucumber and ate it silently in a bowl.

Zhou Chen held a piece of salty cucumber as thick as a chess piece in one hand, took a bite and took a gulp of wine.

After finishing the meal, Zhou Chen directly put the basin containing the porridge in the corner, and heated it up at night before eating.

The most important time of the day began. Lao Zhang took out the manuscript paper and pen and put it on the kang, then put on his glasses and moved a small bench to sit on the side of the kang, lying on the kang and began to write.

Zhou Chen was lying on the hot kang, and he was a little bit ecstatic after drinking half a catty of powder.

He suddenly turned over and looked at Lao Zhang and said, "Why do you always write these things?"

"It's been too long, I'm afraid I'll forget it. They are all heroes, so I have to write them all down!" Lao Zhang replied.

Zhou Chen sat up and patted his chest and said, "Do you see if I am a hero?"

"Aren't you a bandit?" Old Zhang retorted.

He still cared about Zhou Chen always calling him a dog spy.

"Do you dare to say that the Hailin Eighth Brigade is a bandit?" Zhou Chen said angrily.

Lao Zhang stopped talking, of course he knew about the Hailin Eighth Brigade.

Zhou Chen is a rough man, outspoken.In his heart, he still regards Lao Zhang as a friend.

"Old Zhang, in [-], Wang Haibin and his brother Wang Haitao killed a dozen Japanese gendarmes and pseudo-policemen in Harbin Riverside Park. Do you think they are heroes?" Zhou Chen asked suddenly.

"If it is true, then of course they are heroes. But who are Wang Haibin and Wang Haitao?" Lao Zhang replied.

"Of course it's true! I was with them. Wang Haibin felt that the incident was caused by his stupid brother. He couldn't let me die with them, so he covered me and escaped. Both of them died. Wang Haibin is the food platform under Mr. Zhang, don't you know Mr. Zhang? It is Mr. Zhang from Weihu Mountain!" Zhou Chen said.

Of course, Zhang Sanye Lao Zhang of Weihushan also knows, but he is a full-fledged old bandit.

When he drank too much wine, Zhou Chen talked more.Sitting cross-legged on the kang, he patted his knees and sighed, "That time when I came to Harbin, there was so much commotion and the whole Harbin was raided, I thought I couldn't get out. If Qian Xiaobao hadn't sent me out of Harbin, I would have It was already fed to wolf dogs by the Japanese."

This is the first time Lao Zhang has heard others mention Qian Xiaobao after nearly 20 years!

Lao Zhang restrained his excitement and asked in a calm tone: "Which one is Qian Xiaobao?"

"He was working for the Japanese. I still heard his name from Sha Tao. I asked Wang Haibin, but Wang Haibin didn't tell me. He said that knowing too much is not good, and he shouldn't cause trouble for his friends." Zhou Chen replied .

Lao Zhang bowed his head and said nothing. After more than 20 years, these things don't matter anymore.

However, he still couldn't tell Zhou Chen in front of him where Qian Xiaobao went.

Zhou Chen suddenly lowered his head and asked, "Old Zhang, I think you are a pretty good person, why are you a spy?"

Lao Zhang lowered his head and said in silence for a long time: "I will resolutely implement the orders issued by the superiors, and I will resolutely not do what the superiors refuse to do! Even if you have different opinions in your heart, you must carry out the orders of the superiors to the letter!"

What he said was almost exactly the same as what Schultz said to Qian Xiaobao back then.

Zhou Chen lay down to sleep, and the two of them had to go out to sweep again at noon.

Lao Zhang took out a piece of Analgin and put it in his mouth, then continued to write with his head down.

At four o'clock the next morning, Lao Zhang and Zhou Chen got up on time to clean the park again.

Today, Lao Zhang felt unwell, and he stopped from time to time to cover his chest.

He walked to the monument with the broom on his shoulders, feeling cramps in his chest.

Lao Zhang threw away the broom and slowly sat down against the monument, took out a piece of Analgin from his jacket pocket, put it in his mouth and swallowed it.But the cramping didn't stop but became more severe.

The cold wind was blowing on Lao Zhang, and he seemed to hear that tragic and passionate camping song again.

"The chest is warmed by the fire, and the back is cold when the wind blows. Warriors, sincerely strive to sweep the Nenjiang Plain!"

"The whole nation, all classes, unite and take back my country!" Lao Zhang hummed while enduring the pain.

Zhou Chen carried the broom to the monument and did not see Lao Zhang like before. He scanned around carefully and found Lao Zhang leaning against the monument in the dark shadows.

"Old Zhang, what's wrong with you?" Zhou Chen asked.

"You keep the things I wrote for me!" Lao Zhang said in a weak voice.

"You wait, I'll tell them to open the door and call the doctor!" Zhou Chen ran towards the big iron gate while speaking.

Lao Zhang looked at the stars in the sky, as if looking at the faces of former comrades-in-arms.

"There are so many people waiting for me, right?" Lao Zhang said in a low voice.Then slowly closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)