Rise from eight hundred.

Chapter 1536 Extra (5)

  Shayue Valley in eastern Jin!

"Uncle, Secretary Wang from the county called and said that a Japanese business delegation will come to our Yeyue Village this afternoon to investigate the tourism development in the Niangzi Pass area in eastern Shanxi. County Magistrate Zhou and his men will accompany them." Long Yunsong, who was in his 20s, climbed up the mountain breathlessly and said to a -year-old man who was sitting on the top of the mountain smoking.

Long Yunsong respects the 70-year-old man very much, but not just because the old man is his second uncle in terms of seniority, it is because he knows very well that without this 70-year-old man, their village located deep in the Taihang Mountains would not have a village primary school with all complete functions, and he, a mountain kid, would not have the opportunity to go to junior high school in the town or to technical secondary school in the county.

This was also the reason why he returned to the village without hesitation even though he had been assigned to a county factory as a formal worker, but the second uncle said, "Come back to the village to help me, the village needs educated people."

"Why are you calling me Second Uncle? It's working hours, just call me Village Chief!" Although he is 70 years old, the old man still has his back straight, his voice is loud, and his two big eyes glare at me, which makes him look intimidating without even being angry.

"Yes, yes, village chief, how do you think our village should receive them? By the way, village chief, now is not the time to fight. Now the radio and television emphasize economic development. They are foreign guests and investors, so we can't call them Japs anymore." Long Yunsong nodded quickly and comforted the old man.

The old man retired from the army and returned to his hometown six or seven years ago. As a junior, he didn't know at what level he retired. He only knew that some old men often came to the village, and the textbooks and some farm tools needed by the primary school students in the village were all brought by those old men.

The people of Yeyue Village are simple and honest. They gave the old men some dried mountain products and home-brewed rice wine in return. The old men didn't mind and took them away with a laugh.

However, Long Yunsong was very clear about one thing: his second uncle and some of the older people of his generation in the village had all participated in the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression.

On the back of Shayue Valley is a flat alpine meadow. Even if it is not used to grow corn, it can be used as a pasture to raise sheep. However, this area was a cemetery more than 40 years ago. It is said that under the leadership of the second uncle, the older generation in the village fought a fierce battle with the Japanese devils.

All the older generations who died in the war and those who died later on the battlefield were finally buried here. Every New Year, the men, women, young and old in Yeyue Village would hold a memorial ceremony in this cemetery.

The people of Yeyue Village grew up listening to stories about fighting the Japanese from the older generation, including Long Yunsong himself, who has had a strong resentment towards the Japanese since childhood. But times have changed after all, and if there are Japanese businessmen willing to invest in this poor mountain village so that the villagers in the village and the surrounding areas can make money, that would be a good thing.

"Haha! You are the only one who wants to talk to me about economic development and the overall situation. What you said is what I have already learned when I was young under the leadership of my superiors. Do you think I don't know that tourism is the easiest and most profitable way?

The Japanese are calculating very well! The green mountains and clear waters of the Taihang Mountains are all natural. They say it is an investment, but in fact, as long as they can build a good road to facilitate access to the mountains, they will sit back and collect money. "Long Yan twisted his mouth in disdain.

Long Yan's development in the army was actually quite good. During the Southwest War, he personally led a heavy infantry division under the command of his old boss Gu Xishui to attack Huanglong. When he was forced to withdraw due to the international situation, he caused unimaginable damage to Jiaozhi's infrastructure.

Under his command, it is said that trigger mines were placed in the manure pits of Jiaozhi. After more than a dozen manure pit explosions occurred in succession, the grassroots departments of Jiaozhi had to start digging pits from scratch. The destructive power of that war even exceeded the ten years that the United States spent in Jiaozhi.

But Longyan eventually chose to retire early and return to his hometown. Firstly, the army had already proposed to make cadres younger, and replacing the old with the new was the future trend; secondly, when he returned to his hometown during his service, he found that although his hometown was much better than during the war, and the people could fill their stomachs with the help of governments at all levels, they were still poor.

Although Yeyue Village has long been renamed Yeyue Village and there is no such thing as a chieftain, Longyan believes that as the leader who led the young people in the village to join the army to fight against the Japanese pirates, with only ten of the hundreds of young and strong men finally returning, he has the responsibility and obligation to make their descendants live a better life.

So, despite the pleas of his superiors and comrades, he resolutely returned to his hometown with his old wife. The following year after returning home, at the age of 63, he became the village chief of Yeyue Village.

In the past six or seven years since returning to his hometown, Longyan has led the men, women, and children of Yeyue Village to build water conservancy projects and constructed a small reservoir in a valley 15 miles away from the village, which has basically solved the pain points of water shortage and farmland irrigation difficulties in more than a dozen surrounding villages.

Why was it not possible before? How was it solved as soon as Long Yan returned to the village? Long Yan knew it well. It was not because of how capable he, an old man, was, but because of his status and the help of many old comrades. Even if the county and city governments could not allocate funds, the provincial government could still squeeze out some. With the money, plus his appeal, he was able to complete this project that had been wanted to be done for decades but had not been done.

But just building a reservoir so that the villagers can drink clean water and increase grain production, that is, let the villagers eat more, make their pockets fatter, and let the children in the village drink Coke and play video games like children in big cities, is absolutely impossible.

  I can only think of other ways!

Just like what Long Yunsong just said about developing tourism near the famous pass through history - Niangzi Pass, Long Yan has naturally thought about it. Even when he went to see the old leader a few days ago, the old leader also mentioned it specifically, saying that as people's income gradually increases, traveling around the country to visit the beautiful rivers and mountains of the motherland will become a new lifestyle for young people, and tourism will become one of the hottest industries in the next 10 or even 20 years!

Niangzi Pass is famous enough, and the surrounding mountains and rivers are also beautiful. As long as the supporting facilities and publicity are well developed, it will definitely have great potential in the future.

It's just that it sounds simple to build these supporting facilities. But as the village chief Long Da, who has been living on poverty for so many years, he knows that everything costs money.

Let alone this huge project of building roads in the mountains. Once the amount is disclosed, the city's slippery finance director will probably be beaten to a pulp on the spot. He is a bachelor who values ​​money more than his life. Not to mention him, even the old leader would be helpless.

Let's just talk about the food and accommodation issues for tourists after they come to the village. Food is easy to deal with, at most you have to spend some bacon and sausages, but what about accommodation? You can't just live in those shabby stilt houses! There are pigs below and people sleeping above. The smell is so strong that even he took a long time to get used to it.

Build a new house? Forget it! Even if he and his wife took out all their retirement salary and savings, how many houses could they build and how many beddings could they buy?

His old comrades and children have already helped him a lot. As early as 10 years ago, they helped to raise money to build the best primary school in Niangziguan area. They also send him a lot of textbooks every year. How could he ask them to pay more?

He still had to rely on himself. Long Yan had been worrying about this for the past few days. Whenever he had a headache, he would come to Shayue Valley to sit down. He hoped that his childhood friends who were lying not far away could tell him what to do.

But obviously, those relatives who left at a young age are unfamiliar with this rapidly developing economic era, and no one has been able to tell him the answer in his dreams so far.

It is a good thing that foreign investors are coming to invest now and can solve financial difficulties, but when Longyan hears the three words "Japanese", even though so many years have passed, he still can't let it go.

The Patriotic War was won, but how many people died during the eight years of struggle? That victory was won at the cost of countless bones and endless sacrifices.

The descendants of Yeyue Village only saw hundreds of tombs in Shayue Valley, but they knew that white flags were hung everywhere in Shanxi Province, Shaanxi Province, Sichuan Province and other parts of China!

However, looking at the expectation in the eyes of his nephew, who returned to the village without hesitation to help him just after he called him from the city, Long Yan could only suppress his unhappiness. He knew that this young man in front of him was already a very outstanding young man in the village, and he also hoped to get some funds to solve the difficulties of the village and the surrounding mountain villages.

Regardless of whether to develop tourism or not, mountain villages are eager to have roads. Only in this way can they sell grain and mountain products and turn them into money.

Otherwise, those big fat pigs and sheep can only be consumed by themselves and cannot help the villagers fill their pockets.

Shanxi Province is a mountainous province, and funds are limited at the provincial, municipal and county levels. There are many difficult areas in the province, and many places can't even get enough food. He has already used his old face to get funds from the province to build reservoirs and water conservancy projects, and he would be embarrassed to ask for more.

"Let's see what the devil merchants are up to first!" Long Yan narrowed his eyes. "But let me make it clear first, if he has a good attitude, I won't call him a devil. If he has a bad attitude and I call him a devil, whoever stops me, I will slap him in the face."

“Then they must listen to you, old man. They dare to be so arrogant in our Yeyue Village. Not to mention calling them devils, you just need to give an order and the young and old in Yeyue Village will obey your command just like they did in the past. Damn him.” Long Yunsong breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile.

Before coming, the county had already sent someone to inform him that the Japanese business delegation came with full sincerity. They had already visited Niangzi Pass and were very satisfied with this ancient pass. They decided to set up a joint venture travel company with the county holding 60% of the shares, and they would provide all the construction funds and only hold 40%. The county would have the final say in management.

By then, a high-standard provincial highway will be built and handed over to the Shanxi Provincial Government for free use. If the head of the delegation is satisfied with the environment around Yeyue Village, the highway will lead to Yeyue Village. This highway, which has an investment of 100 million yuan, will enable the people along the dozens of kilometers along the way to become rich.

  Isn’t this a perfect pie in the sky?

Judging from the old man's statement, it is obvious that as long as the Japanese don't mention the past, he will swallow his anger for the sake of his fellow villagers' pockets.

Long Yunsong, who was so excited, did not see the cold light that flashed in the old dragon head's eyes.

Who knows better than him what kind of nature the Japanese are? There is no such thing as a free lunch. Even if there is, it is poisonous.

China is a vast country with abundant resources and countless beautiful scenery, but these Japanese chose Taihang Mountains and even went to a little-known Yeyue Village. There must be something fishy going on here.

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The Japanese business delegation, accompanied by the county magistrate himself, was very polite and did not make any excessive demands. They just hoped that the entire Shayue Valley could be included in the scope of the tourist attraction, and the people of Yeyue Village would not farm here, but the village would receive sufficient compensation.

Of course, the cemetery on the alpine meadow still belongs to Yeyue Village, and there will be a fence to separate this land.

The land rental and compensation costs are as high as 800 million yuan. If calculated based on the current 197 households in Yeyue Village, each household can receive nearly 2 yuan on average.

In this era, 2 yuan is a huge sum of money, not to mention for the villagers of Yeyue Village whose annual income is less than 600 yuan. Even for the Chinese in big cities, it is several years' salary income.

Even the county magistrate, who had some experience, was stunned. Before he arrived, he had never expected that these Japanese would be so generous.

Moreover, he dared to guarantee that these Japanese were not big liars. Not only did they sign a letter of intent, they even paid a deposit of 300 million in advance, which made several neighboring counties drool.

However, the county magistrate was not in a hurry to express his opinion. He knew that the tall and straight old man in front of him was an important figure. Even if he went to the city, those bosses would have to accompany him carefully. Whether it would succeed or not would depend on the old man's attitude.

But this did not prevent the county magistrate from secretly winking at Long Yunsong!

Long Yunsong had learned his lesson now and hid behind, pretending not to see. The Second Uncle was the head of Yeyue Village and his opinion decided everything.

The fact that the place next to the burial site of the ancestors was turned into a tourist attraction made him, a native of Yeyue Village, feel a little uncomfortable. 800 million is a lot, but he still understands the principle that some money can be taken and some cannot be taken.

He knew a little about the second uncle's temper. The calmer his face looked, the angrier he was inside.

Now, Long Yan's face was very calm, so calm that even those who knew him could not help but feel their hair stand on end.

"Mr. Haruta, you said your full name is Haruta Matao?" Long Yan looked at the 50-year-old Japanese business delegation leader in front of him, his calm eyes were filled with a few traces of coldness that ordinary people could hardly detect. "Mr. Long, yes." The Japanese nodded and replied.

Although it was a warm spring day, Haruta Matao, who had served as the president for several years, felt a little chilly. The ordinary-dressed Chinese old man in front of him gave him an invisible pressure.

"Then I wonder what the relationship is between Chuntian Youwu and you, Mr. Chuntian?" Long Yan's mouth curled up coldly.

"That's my father. Mr. Long, how do you know his name?" The Japanese businessman in his 50s suddenly looked up with a fierce look in his eyes.

"In the autumn of 1939, 7 troops from the southeastern Shanxi war zone broke through the Japanese blockade and arrived in eastern Shanxi. The Japanese invaders dispatched more than 10 troops to chase and intercept our troops, and a second fierce battle took place at Niangzi Pass.

At that time, the news tree of my Yeyue Village suddenly fell. My sister Longying and her brother-in-law Shen Laoliu took me and 400 young men from Yeyue Village to set up an ambush in Shayue Valley to stop the enemy.

The Japanese pirates came with a fully equipped infantry squadron and a heavy machine gun squad, with a total strength of more than 200 soldiers, while we only had a stone cannon, a machine gun, more than a dozen rifles and hundreds of long swords. "Long Yan said softly.

The Japanese and Chinese present were all stunned.

Even though most of them were not familiar with military affairs, they knew that this was definitely a battle of an egg against a rock.

  400 villagers want to fight a regular army armed to the teeth with only a dozen rifles and a few hundred knives. Is that a joke?

The Japanese leader showed joy in his eyes.

His father disappeared in this battle, and his marching map must have shown him passing this place. After the war, the 20th Division also found many bullet holes and traces of explosions here. They had reason to believe that a fierce battle had broken out here.

However, they did not find the bodies of the dead, and ultimately they could only be declared missing and recorded in the battle reports.

Ever since he learned the news, he concluded that his father must be buried somewhere in this valley. This time, he brought all his family's strength to invest in this mountainous county in the Taihang Mountains, actually just to find his father's remains.

Now, it was finally confirmed by the old man in front of him who had experienced the war firsthand.

"In that battle, among our 400 young and strong men, 237 were killed, 74 were seriously injured, and 19 of them died of their injuries! Look, these 256 people are lying here!" Long Yan pointed to a place not far away.

"But! All 264 Japanese pirates who attacked were killed. My sister chopped off all their heads and piled them up at the place where you are standing until the end of the Jindong War. Unfortunately, the heads have turned into bones, and no Japanese pirates came to watch.

That captain named Haruta Yumono was beheaded by me with one strike of a sword! "

Although Long Yan's voice was not loud, but rather gentle, everyone present couldn't help but feel a chill all over their body.

They all knew that war was cruel, but when the old man in front of them told the story of a real war, the true cruelty came to them.

  It turns out that human heads can really be chopped off and piled up!

"You're talking nonsense, this is impossible!" Chuntian Matanao couldn't help but scream.

He could accept the fact that his father and his men were ambushed and annihilated by the Chinese regular army, after all, it was wartime.

But it was really hard for him to accept that an unremarkable old Chinese man actually said that it was a group of Chinese villagers who did it and chopped off his father's head.

"Why would I joke with a little devil like you?" Long Yan stood proudly. "I joined the army after that war and fought against you Japanese devils for seven years, and then fought against the American devils for three years.

I was lucky enough to come back alive, but nearly 500 people from my Yeyue Village and villages where I have relatives in law joined the army, and only ten of them were able to come back to retire.

You only have a dead father, but I, including my childhood friends and relatives who can be named, there are at least 80 people who will never see me again!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the whole audience fell silent, and even the eyes of the county magistrate, who was extremely eager for investment, were sparkling.

As a local, who didn’t have ancestors who died in that war? That eight-year war was really just as the old man said, every household hung white flags.

"I'm sorry, I apologize to you on behalf of my father!" Haruta Matao was silent for a moment, then bowed his head and said, "But I want to take my father's soul back to his hometown. I hope that his soul and the souls of his soldiers can return to their hometown. Please allow me to do so!"

"Mr. Chuntian, do you know why my Yeyue Village buried the heroic souls who died in the battle on this high hillside?" Long Yan suddenly asked.

“I don’t know!”

"That is the tradition of my Jiuli tribe. Even if we die, we must step on the corpses of our enemies and pin them under our feet forever, and we will never be able to turn over again!" Long Yan replied coldly.

"I also hope that Mr. Long will agree. I am willing to double the compensation to 1600 million, as compensation for the harm my father caused to the people of your place." Haruta Masao said after a brief thought.

The huge amount of money made the scene silent.

"Mr. Chuntian, you also said that this is your land. When the Japanese invaded China, they killed more than tens of millions of Chinese people. If you distribute your 1600 million equally to everyone, will each person get a bun? And it has to be filled with cabbage." Long Yan was not moved at all.

"In addition to the 1600 million, I can help your county build this standard highway with a total length of 50 kilometers for free, and all the profits from the joint-stock company will be invested in the infrastructure construction of your county." Chuntian Matazo is worthy of being the helmsman of a large company. He heard the hidden meaning of Longyan and immediately increased the stakes.

The fire in the county magistrate's eyes instantly burned away the crystal clearness that had just appeared.

"This is a serious matter and I can't decide it alone. I have to seek the opinions of the villagers." Long Yan still didn't give in.

Chuntian Matanao and his group could only return to the county town and wait for a reply from Yeyue Village.

Finally, three days later, Yeyue Village responded: "98 heads including Chuntian Youwu can be returned, but the rest are too old to be found unless we dig eight feet deep into the mountain.

In addition, if the compensation is not paid, Sun Moon Valley will not become a scenic spot. The road can be built, but all villages within a 50-mile radius must have access to roads.”

Although Shuntian Matoo was somewhat unwilling, being able to "buy" back a small half was already far beyond his expectations, so he had no choice but to agree.

  Isn’t it buying?

It would cost 50 million yuan just to build this 68-kilometer-long main road leading deep into the mountains and the cement road leading to 2.5 surrounding villages that can be used by small trucks. If we add the improvement and maintenance of various infrastructure in the Niangziguan Scenic Area, the total investment would be at least 3 million yuan. All proceeds would have to be invested in the infrastructure construction of that small mountain county. On average, a head is worth more than 300 million yuan!

And the old man was too shrewd. He gave you as many heads as you paid. The unit price was the total investment divided by 98. It was a naked money transaction.

"Commander! I didn't expect the Japanese heads were so valuable. If we had known that, we would have cut off the heads of the Japanese we killed. How much would they sell for?" Long Yan laughed heartily while calling Tang Dao.

"Haha! You've done a great job, kid. You're worthy of being the soldier I trained." Old Tang also laughed.

This business of selling the Japanese heads for a price can be done easily, since they will take up space no matter where they are buried.

"Second Uncle, aren't there more than a hundred of them left? Should we sell them?" Long Yunsong whispered on the side.

“You know shit. Do you think what I said about suppressing the Japanese forever was a lie? Giving them 98 heads will prevent them from returning to unity. Their souls will still be trampled on by your bunch of uncles, and they will never be able to turn over.” The corners of Long Yan’s mouth rose fiercely.

"It has to be you, Second Uncle!" Long Yunsong understood immediately and gave Long Yan a thumbs up.

"The Japs will not last long until they are beaten to a pulp. You little guys, remember this. If they dare to show their teeth again, I will knock all their teeth out. Our ancestors are helping you to suppress their ancestors!" Long Yan was very serious this time.

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  Twenty years later, the tourism industry is indeed booming!

The Red Lady Pass also became popular all over the country, and more than a dozen swords seized from Japanese generals and officers were stored in that military museum.

It is said that the Japanese descendants of the sword's owner paid a huge sum of money to buy it but failed. At that time, China was not as short of money as it was before.

  Of course, what’s more important is to stick to the red in your heart!

Yeyue Village and Falu Ridge have become the two brightest pearls in the entire scenic area.

The mottled bullet holes on the ancient mountains, the heroes' tombs everywhere, and the heart-stirring battlefield stories during the Great Patriotic War give people an unprecedented shock.

  The oldest tour guide of Yeyue Village passed away one year after receiving the Medal of the Republic!

As he left, the corners of his mouth raised sharply.

He could finally go and meet his old brothers whom he hadn't seen for decades.

  He lived up to his life and lived up to his fellow villagers!

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PS: The last few short stories are finally finished! From now on, this book will not be updated anymore. Thank you to all the book friends who have always supported Fengyue. We will see you in the new book. It will still be a passionate military war story, but maybe the writing style will no longer be so traditional. Fengyue will break through herself. I hope that all book friends will continue to support me!