Republic of China

Chapter 339: Continuous Descendants

A person is worth a thousand gold, but eyes are worth eight hundred.

When Zhao Sanyuan met the prisoner's eyes up close, he could not help but sigh in his heart, thinking that this must be a loyal and enthusiastic hero.

The prisoner listened quietly to the story of this stranger. Even though he heard things that ordinary people could hardly imagine, he still did not refute or ridicule.

"That's not right. I was the one interrogating you, why am I the one who's interrogating me? You're being disrespectful, brother."

"I'm so ashamed. You really told the story so vividly. I remember going to a temple fair with my mother when I was young. You were even better than the storytellers at the temple fair, but I believe you."

"Have one?"

"will not."

"A whole mouthful?"

“I’m afraid of getting drunk.”

"You don't smoke or drink, you're a bit bland."

"My friend, please don't misunderstand me. For us, there is only a difference in position and function, not in status. And I am not a mountain king."

"Well, I remembered something. Some time ago in the capital, I witnessed an execution. He gave me a feeling that he was very similar to you, but also a little different."

"You must be talking about Mr. Shouchang. Indeed, in a sense, we are the same kind of people. We must carry out our beliefs even at the cost of our own lives."

"Honestly, I don't quite understand, especially what you just said to the warden. Although I don't understand, I feel that you said something very important. Your expression at that time was very similar to that Mr. Shouchang. Can you tell me what those words meant? Is that the reason why you gathered people to revolt?"

"Friend, let me ask you a question. Have you ever heard of such a country? There are no rich people or poor people there. Everyone lives an equal and free life. No one bullies anyone, and no one is born to be a slave to anyone else."

"Brother, you drank half a bowl of wine? Are you drunk? There is no such a good place."

"Yes, the common people there are the masters of the country, the workers and peasants are the masters of their own affairs, and we should follow their example now."

"Does the prince and general Xiang Ning have the guts?"

"What we want to do is not to be a king or a prince, but to make you and me live upright lives."

"Give me some time. I feel like my brain isn't working enough."

Zhao Sanyuan rubbed his temples. He could understand the words and what they meant, but he still didn't understand.

As the saying goes, people die for money and birds die for food. If you don't work for yourself, heaven and earth will punish you. People are selfish creatures, and they live to get ahead.

Isn't that right?
But what this brother meant couldn't be more obvious.

Everything we do is not for personal gain, but for the public good which is infinitely equal to an ideal and can never be achieved.

If someone else said this, it would probably just be ignored. But when this old man said it, Zhao Sanyuan believed it.

The prisoner picked up the wine bowl and took a sip.

Perhaps because he thought the two brothers were not bad people, or perhaps he simply wanted to chat with friends he had just met by chance, his bright eyes were slightly melancholy, as if he saw his youthful days.

"When I was very young, my father died of exhaustion while working on the farm for the landlord. My mother and the whole family had to live with my second uncle and live under the roof of others. My mother was my greatest support."

"My mother took on all the farm work, working hard like a young man, facing the loess and back to the sky. She worked all year round, but almost all the harvest belonged to the landlord. In bad years, she would even owe the landlord money at the end of the year. Even so, my mother's heart was always warm. When she saw people fleeing famine from other places, no matter how hard it was, she would save some of her own food rations to help them."

"She is kind, loving, and hardworking. I grew up watching her figure. So sometimes I wonder why people like my mother can't even have enough food and clothing, and why landlords who bully men and women can arbitrarily control our fate?"

"At that time, I was just like you, always saying I didn't understand, didn't know, and didn't know what to think. My mother saw me like this and made a decision that no one expected. She wanted to send me to school instead of letting me become a laborer and work in the fields as soon as possible."

"She hoped that I could find answers to many of the questions in my heart, and that I could become a promising person, without having to work like a slave for the adults."

"I found some answers, but I also got more questions. It's just a drop in the bucket to free myself from the fate of poverty. What we should really do is to help all our compatriots to escape this fate. So how should we do it?"

"Relying on brilliant writing? Relying on buying official positions? My teacher He Guangwu gave the answer."

Although Zhao Sanyuan was an orphan and had never seen his father or mother in his memory, let alone truly felt maternal love, he was very sure that if he had to give an example to illustrate the greatness of maternal love, it would definitely be this brother's mother.

As for what happened later, Zhao Sanyuan did not feel like he had suddenly been enlightened. It was as if when he was a child, listening to his master talk about the Qi Men Dun Jia was no different from listening to a book from heaven.

Even though I didn't understand what he said, I was very sure in my heart that what the master said must be right.

This feeling arose spontaneously at this moment, and Zhao Sanyuan didn't know why he suddenly had such a feeling. Did he really understand the true meaning of the prisoner's words?

I'm afraid not.

More importantly, I was moved by his personal charm and sincere and enthusiastic eyes.

A progressive young man who has learned advanced ideas does not directly sneer at the so-called "dross".

A young man from the mountains who has studied Yin Yang and the Five Elements since childhood has no impatience with the so-called "progress".

You said zombies were riding on the tram and ghosts were coming to take your life, and he said workers and peasants were bombarding the Winter Palace and the French Revolution.

They were absolutely unrelated, but the more they talked, the more they got along, expressing their respective views and ideals.

During this time, Kang Muang sat quietly aside, without interrupting or saying anything, thinking that as long as his brother was happy, he had not promised anyone that he would have to get to the bottom of the matter.

Isn’t chatting a form of interrogation?

This is called talk therapy!

But then again, this person is really like a bright sun in the dead of winter, and feels warm.

As they were chatting excitedly, the prisoner suddenly remembered something and asked what time it was.

Lao Kang took out his pocket watch and glanced at it. "It's less than half a minute until 1:30 in the middle of the night. What's going on? Do they provide midnight snacks here?"

"Oh, my two friends, please forgive me."

As soon as he finished speaking, the prisoner immediately pulled the two brothers towards a wall.

There was a loud bang immediately, and in an instant, gravel and dust flew everywhere. Two dozing jailers in the distance were knocked to the ground by the gust of air.

Before Zhao Sanyuan could figure out what was going on, he felt the calloused hands pulling him slip away. He could vaguely see shadowy figures in the dust, as if it was a battlefield filled with gunpowder.
The prisoner and his rescuer left quickly. He subconsciously wanted to say goodbye to his two new friends. After all, he didn't even know their names, but he knew which was more important.

"Now is a time of trouble, why bother doing this for me——"

"The organization has decided to send you to Shanghai for further studies, and then to Feng Province in the northeast. How can you have time to relax? Let's go quickly. I have prepared your favorite Queshan jelly for you to eat on the way. By the way, who were the two young men next to you just now?"

"Two knights."

"What?"

"Let's go."

Inside the cell, Kang Muang waved his hands to disperse the dust. Fortunately, the prisoner had taken action in advance, otherwise he would have been shocked. Although Zheng County Prison was not a nine-story prison, it took great courage to blow up the cell and rob the prisoners in the middle of the night.

In the distant corridor, the prison guards' nervous shouts could be heard. They must have been scared to death as well.

I'm going to scold the warden when I see him again. It's useless to employ so many prison guards. The lives of temporary workers are not lives?

Kang Muang patted Zhao Sanyuan's arm, indicating that he should not stay here for long, but the latter did not respond and his body was still shaking slightly.

When he looked out, Kang Muang was dumbfounded.

At this moment, Zhao Sanyuan stared blankly in the direction where the prisoner disappeared, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably, wetting his collar in a short time. However, there was nothing there except dust and noise.

"No, Sanyuan, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know. I really don't know, but I suddenly felt very upset."

Kang Muang was very confused.

I know my brother's character very well. He doesn't cry even when he bleeds. He didn't even frown even when he was stabbed twice, let alone shed tears. It seems that I have never seen him cry since he was a child.

This is an unusual matter, very unusual, and we must hurry and make a divination.

Fortune-telling is Lao Kang’s specialty.

However, tonight he hit a rare wall.

After several attempts at divination, there was no result. Not to mention the hexagram, several Five Emperors coins broke when they were shaken.

Since the matter involved Zhao Sanyuan, Kang Muang dared not let it go. He immediately straightened the chair where the prisoner had sat, and then took out a small bag of yellow rice that he carried with him and sprinkled it on the surface.

First respect the City God and the Land God, then respect the Three Cave Patriarchs.

"My master passed down the secret of Gangzhong, which is the power of the four pillars!"

"The country and the family are recorded in the jade slips, and the heaven and earth circulate without rest!" A yellow talisman ignited without fire, and the ashes slowly fell on the yellow rice.

But Kang Muang's brows tightened even more.

Soon he cast the spell again, using the same incantation and the same talisman.

useless!

Once, twice, three, four times.

By the fifth time, a line of blood flowed from the corner of Kang Muang's eye.

But he still returned empty-handed.

Cast again!

The seventh time is the limit, and whether there is a clear indication or not depends entirely on God's will.

After the seventh time, Kang Muang's tears and blood were shocking, but he remained unmoved. He clenched his right fist towards the yellow rice and blew a breath of true energy through his fist onto the yellow rice.

The yellow rice and talisman ashes were gradually blown away.

However, some of the rice grains that were mixed with the two remained motionless, forming several complex shapes.

Kang Muang stared at them closely, confirming that they were a few words, but he had no idea what they meant.

——Continuous descendants!

Wu Rong was very happy.

It is a sudden release after being suppressed for a long time.

OK!

Wonderful!

The prison robbery is right!
This saves me from worrying about how to please everyone every day.

Now that the person has been kidnapped, there is no way to try him and there is no one to hand him over to.

Those who need to fight continue to fight, and I continue to make money and prepare to run away, how great.

Responsible?

It’s the Republic of China, you know?

It’s hard to find someone who is righteous and loyal, but there are so many people who take the blame, right?

Those fortune tellers who travel around the country are the best candidates.

Wu Rongle came to the study leisurely.

After waving away the servants, he picked up the phone.

"Hello, connect me to the provincial government office."

"It's me, Wu Rong. A major criminal of the rebel group who was detained in Zheng County Prison was kidnapped half an hour ago. I want to ask for the latest instructions. What? Can't make the decision? The senior official has lost contact? Then who can make the decision?"

After a round of buck-passing and wrangling, Wu Rong reported the situation to higher authorities one level at a time and requested instructions, but all he got were ambiguous answers, and no one gave him a definite answer.

Finally, there was no other choice but to attack the Jinyu Headquarters. This time it was very painful and they agreed with Wu Rong's suggestion to pursue the wanted criminals and severely punish their "accomplices".

With the straightforward words, Wu Rong felt completely relieved. As for the south, there was no need to ask for instructions. He was not working for them now and would not be working for them in the future.

Wu Rong asked someone to find Xu Jie and immediately arrest Zhao Sanyuan and others.

The problem has been solved and someone has been found to take the blame. I can’t be more happy.

But just as Wu Rong was carrying Xiao Qu and preparing to return to the Sixth Aunt's warm bed, the phone behind him suddenly rang.

Who's calling here at this hour?

Which provincial leader?

But all the superiors at each level are afraid of getting into trouble and should stay away from him. It couldn't be that he was suddenly struck by lightning in the middle of the night and became more diligent in his work, right?
Wu Rong stood there with full of doubt, thinking that maybe he had called the wrong name.

However, the phone kept ringing like a life-threatening sound.

"Hello, I'm Wu Rong."

"Has he been caught?!"

The other party roared out every word, wishing he could eat Wu Rong alive through the phone line.

"Who? Who to arrest?"

"Who the hell are you talking about arresting? The gentleman you blamed for everything!"

Wu Rong's heart skipped a beat, and the first thing that came to his mind was that his intention to pass the buck had been discovered, and his superiors were preparing to bring him to justice.

No, you have to hold on tight and not let go at this point.

"May I ask what position you hold? I have sufficient evidence to prove that those people are accomplices of the rebellion. How can you be so sure that they are innocent? Are you implicated?"

This technique of throwing dirty water not only failed to scare the other party, but instead made him completely furious.

"You want to know, right? The former Shuncheng County Prince's Mansion is now the Grand Marshal's Mansion of the Republic of China. The young marshal who is about to go to bed asked me to ask you personally how his friends became accomplices of the rebellion!"

At this moment, Li Wansong wished he could go over and shoot Wu Rong eight hundred times.

Just now, the Jinyu Command had a pile of documents awaiting approval that needed to be sent to the Grand Marshal's Office by telegram. Li Wansong, as a young and strong backbone of the Young Marshal's personal guard, was temporarily arranged in the Jinyu Command because of his intelligence, and was specifically responsible for related matters. After all, some of the documents were very sensitive.

So Li Wansong happened to see the top document in this batch, which clearly had the names of Zhao Sanyuan and others written on it.

Rebellious party?

You are messing with your third uncle!

Wu Rong felt like he was struck by a bolt from the blue. His legs went weak and he knelt down in front of the phone. He even swore an oath that it was all the work of his subordinates and that he felt wronged.

He cried and begged for mercy while slapping himself in the face.

He regretted it for sure, but not because he was passing the buck, after all, he was used to it. He regretted it because he remembered that the man with glasses said during the day that he had connections in the Fengtian Army. He thought it was nonsense. Who knows if you have connections, and they are tall and hard.
Only the person involved knows what Li Wansong did to Wu Rong tonight.

As the center of the storm, Zhao Sanyuan and Kang Muang have returned to the inn, and both of them are not in good condition.

Mo Wenshan ignored Zhao Sanyuan and took Kang Mu'ang's pulse.

"How many times did you count?"

"Seven times."

"Didn't I tell you that three times is the limit? Some people and some things, even if you peek a little, it will cost you your life."

"Alas, I'm not afraid of Sanyuan."

"What the hell can happen to him? But you, if you keep messing around, your eyes will be ruined."

"Master, is Sanyuan really alright?"

"Let me scold you for something. That brat is fine. Maybe he felt something in his heart at that moment. Whether it's a good thing or a bad thing, it has nothing to do with him."

Mo Wenshan tilted his head slightly.

On the bed was the little apprentice who couldn't stop crying and was about to become autistic. Xiao Liu and Xiucai were serving him tea and water.

He was really curious about the prisoner's background, as both of his precious children were deeply affected.

Xiaokang also criticized the fortune-telling of Zhenzhu seven times, but he only gave five confusing words.
"Boy, don't we still have to go to Tianjin? I can't afford to cry and cry. Go and have a rest. We will set off at 11:00 am tomorrow morning."

When he heard the word Tianjin, Zhao Sanyuan quickly wiped away his tears.

He was completely unable to control the sadness and frustration in his heart. He couldn't explain it clearly, and he even had the urge to cut his enemy into pieces.

hatred?
What grudge?

It's not a personal vendetta. It's a more serious existence.
"Don't worry, Master. I will be well again tomorrow morning. If I meet him again, I will let you take a look at him."

(End of this chapter)