Anti-Japanese heroic righteousness

Looking at Chi Xiaocui, who was crying like pear blossoms and raining, and who was very good at talking, Jiang Haoran was at a loss. He didn't know what granddaughter Chi Liuqi had.

Zhuang Dashuan on the side quickly explained: "Xiaocui was picked up by the shopkeeper three years ago by the river. When you came last time, she was still a girl in the mansion, so you haven't seen her. Bedridden, she was transferred in to take care of the shopkeeper, but it was all thanks to her caring care, so the shopkeeper accepted her as his granddaughter."

"Oh!" Jiang Haoran nodded, and didn't ask any further questions, and then asked, "Does Uncle Chi have any relatives or friends in Wuhan? How could this funeral be so deserted?"

Zhuang Dashuan smiled wryly and said: "Why not? When the big shopkeeper was alive, there were many guests at home, but now that the dynasty has changed, the big shopkeeper is the former president of the maintenance club. Everyone is afraid to avoid it!"

Jiang Haoran nodded, and said: "Uncle Dashuan, don't worry, in the future Wuhan will be stationed by Yu Jishi's No.19 Army, I have already greeted him, no one dares to touch you, but now, arrange someone to send Uncle Chi up the mountain Well, I will personally carry the coffin for him."

It was the hottest month in August, and the dead body had been left at home for too long, so it was inevitable that there would be a strange smell. Jiang Haoran could smell it as soon as he entered the door, so he was eager to send the old man up the mountain, so that he could be buried safely.

"No no, uncle, you are already very conspicuous here, and you are also thinking about your relationship with the shopkeeper. I didn't stop it. If you carry the coffin again, the impact will be too great. We still have a lot of money in Nanjing and Shanghai." After the business has been spread to the ears of the Japanese, it will be difficult to maintain it in the future.”

Seeing what Zhuang Dashuan said, Jiang Haoran didn't insist. In order to keep a low profile as a "traitor", Zhuang Dashuan didn't even notify Zhuang Tieshan and Jiang Zhiwu.

Fortunately, there were quite a few servants in Chi's house. After lunch, eight young men carried Chi Liuqi's coffin. There were quite a few of them who beat flags, threw bowls, threw money, and wore filial piety. There were also three or forty people, but the gongs, drums and suonas that opened the way were missing, and the lively atmosphere was missing.

According to Zhuang Dashuan's intention, Jiang Haoran did not personally send the old man up the mountain, but took a few wives and a knife to light incense candles in the yard and burn paper money for the old man.

Just over an hour later, Zhuang Dashuan brought everyone back. The cemetery was not far from home, and the tomb had already been dug, and everything was simple, so it didn't take long. Chi Liuqi's life was like this. .

After seeing off the old man, Jiang Haoran had nothing else to do, and after chatting with Zhuang Dashuan, he offered to leave.

Knowing that Jiang Haoran was busy, Zhuang Dashuan didn't ask him to stay, because he had to cross the Yangtze River to get to the airport, and Zhuang Dashuan sent a letter to Jiang Haoran, arranging a boat for Jiang Haoran.

"Uncle Jiang, I??????"

When it was time to leave, Chi Xiaocui suddenly stopped Jiang Haoran, lowered her head, her face was blushing, her hands were twisting the corners of her clothes, as if she had something to say and didn't dare to speak.

"What's the matter, Xiaocui, do you need uncle's help?" Jiang Haoran asked with a smile if he knew that she was Chi Liuqi's god-granddaughter, so he was not an outsider.

"Uncle Jiang, can you take me with you, I want to be a female soldier like them?" Chi Xiaocui mustered up her courage, raised her head and said, but her eyes were fixed on Leng Rushuang and the Mei sisters beside Jiang Haoran.

"Hahaha, are they? They are not female soldiers, they are mine???????" Jiang Haoran blurted out, suddenly felt that it seemed a little inappropriate to say this in front of a junior, so he stopped immediately, Looking back at Leng Rushuang, she smiled. Isn't Leng Rushuang forming a female soldier division?

Leng Rushuang didn't hold back, she stepped forward and said: "Chi Xiaocui, right? Being a soldier is no joke, there is a possibility of bloodshed and sacrifice at any time, and it is very painful, can you bear it if you are so weak?"

Chi Xiaocui raised her head, raised her fist at Leng Rushuang, and said, "Auntie, don't worry, don't look at me thin, I am not weak, and I am not a rich lady, I used to do farm work when I was young, what? Have you ever tasted bitterness?"

"Hehe, I think it's okay, Rushuang, you just take her in, and it's not bad to let her be your orderly." Jiang Haoran hurriedly answered.

Leng Rushuang gave Jiang Haoran a white look, and said, "You know what, that's fine? Have you asked Uncle Dashuan if he agrees?"

Everyone's eyes immediately turned to Zhuang Dashuan, and Zhuang Dashuan quickly said, "I have no objection. As long as Xiaocui is willing to go and you are willing to take him in, I agree with both hands. Besides, I often ask Nanjing and Shanghai for the treasurer's departure. , Wuhan, I don’t feel at ease when Xiaocui is alone at home, and if you can take her with you, it can be regarded as an end to one of my heart problems.”

"That's it, Uncle Dashuan, we'll take Xiaocui away, don't worry, we won't treat her badly." Jiang Haoran made the decision with a wave of his hand, without waiting for Zhuang Dashuan's response, he said again: "Dashuan Uncle Shuan, take care too, let's leave now." After speaking, he lifted his legs and left.

Xiaocui immediately jumped up excitedly, and left without saying that she needed to pack her clothes and bring some supplies.

Looking at Jiang Haoran's back, Zhuang Dashuan waved his hand out, as if he had something to say, but quickly put it down again. When Jiang Haoran got into the car, he probably felt that he couldn't vomit, so he waved and shouted: " Uncle, wait, I have something else I want to tell you."

Jiang Haoran, who had already lit the fire and was about to leave, had to jump out of the car again, walked in front of Zhuang Dashuan and said, "Uncle Dashuan, tell me?"

Zhuang Dashuan dragged Jiang Haoran aside, and said in a low voice: "My lord, I suddenly remembered that every time the big shopkeeper told me something, he would push Xiaocui away. It seems that the big shopkeeper didn't trust her completely either. When Xiao Cui was brought back by the shopkeeper, she only said that she had fled from the Northeast, that her family members were harmed by the little devils, that the army is in turmoil, and the exact identity can no longer be verified, and the identification work has to be done by yourself.”

Jiang Haoran unconsciously glanced at Chi Xiaocui, who had already gotten into the car and mingled with several women, and said with a smile: "I see you, you have the same virtue as Zhuang Fuguo, you doubt everything, aren't you just a simple little girl? Is it that complicated?"

Zhuang Dashuan was serious and said: "Be careful sailing for ten thousand years, young master!"

"Okay, I got it!" Jiang Haoran waved his hand and walked towards the car again.

The jeep only had five seats, and it was already full when it arrived. Now that there was another Chi Xiaocui, Xiaodao had to stand leaning against the door.

"Hold on tight, knife!" Jiang Haoran yelled, and then kicked the accelerator, and the jeep galloped towards the river like an arrow off the string.