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Chapter 147 A Heavy Rain

"Team leader Liu, Chongqing just sent a telegram, we don't need to go to Chengdu!" Chen Kezhai hurried to the front of the team with the telegram, and handed the telegram to the team leader Liu Yongyao.

"What?" Liu Yongyao took the telegram in a hurry, feeling very surprised in his heart. It had been agreed before that the headquarters of the Nanjing Military Academy would be moved to the Chengdu branch. Why did he suddenly change his mind?
Chen Kezhai said in a low voice, "The Central Army has lost a lot in two consecutive battles, and there is an urgent need to train new officers. At present, the Chengdu branch school can be put into operation, but it will take at least 20 days before we arrive in Sichuan. Colleges and universities have moved to the Sichuan-Guizhou area, especially the current accompanying capital Chongqing. The land is very tight, and many students cannot be resettled. Therefore, Chongqing is planning to recruit another batch of students in this No. 14 period, and will be incorporated into the Chengdu branch as the third corps. "

Liu Yongyao read the telegram from beginning to end. Although the expected plan was changed, the Tongliang side is not bad. Although it is not in the provincial capital of Sichuan, it is at least a lot closer to Chongqing, the accompanying capital. It takes half a day to reach CQ city center from Tongliang.

So Liu Yongyao didn't have any resistance in his heart, "Then you can send a report to Chongqing, saying that our department will try to arrive in Tongliang within half a month."

Chen Kezhai saluted, "Yes!"

"哐嚓!" The torrential rain formed a vast rain curtain, making the sky dark and irrelevant, and thick dark clouds piled up on the top of the mountain, pressing down layer by layer.The teachers and students of Whampoa sat under the porches of the villagers to shelter from the rain. The bean-heavy raindrops seeping from the cracks in the eaves hit their bodies, forming wet marks.

Although the weather is at the end of December, the temperature in the southwestern border town of HUB Province is not as cold as that of Nanjing in November, but it will definitely not be pleasant to be drenched in winter rain.

It's raining here, if it's in Nanjing City, it should be a heavy snow.

Because of the hurry, the heat in the back has not dissipated, but the water on the soles of the feet makes the soles of the feet cold and unconscious.

The houses here are not very big, and there are not many people in the house, so the teachers and students of Huangpu take turns to go in and dry their shoes in front of the fire.

While baking the shoes, the peculiar smell soaked in the shoes came out bursts.But for the teachers and students of Huangpu who have marched for more than 20 days and can go ten days without bathing in the Dabie Mountains, this smell is just a trivial matter.Everyone can even put a few sweet potatoes on the shoes while baking to make full use of the heat.

Zuo Yuliang, who came out after baking the shoes, looked at the heavy rain outside the eaves and sighed, "If there is still such a heavy rain tomorrow, the mountain road will not be able to walk. If there is a landslide on the mountain road, it will all be ruined."

"Yes." Tang Zhicai put the dry shoes on his feet, which were still a little hot, "Hey, where is Old Li?"

Ever since Tang Zhicai found out that Li Chong had read books on the Red Party's remarks more than ten days ago, he would intentionally or unintentionally talk to Li Chong about some topics about the Red Party.

Zuo Yuliang opened the hot sweet potato in his hand, took a bite in satisfaction and said, "He, he was called away by Jin Huizhen just now before his shoes were baked. He is not like us lonely people."

The medicines carried along the way were almost exhausted, and western medicines were hard to find except short-term ones. It happened that there was a family pharmacy in Xuan’en County, so after the teachers and students of Huangpu arrived in Xuan’en County, Director Jiang asked Jin Huizhen, who was wealthy, to go to the pharmacy. Buy some standing medicine and come back.

Jin Huizhen called Li Chong, and when the two bought medicine, there was a huge thunderstorm.

The two of them didn't have an umbrella, and the dried traditional Chinese medicine should not be exposed to the rain, otherwise it would be prone to mold, so the two of them stood in front of the pharmacy, planning to leave wrapped in two bundles of traditional Chinese medicine when the rain subsided.

"It's raining so suddenly. When we came just now, there was no sign at all." Jin Huizhen stretched out her hand, letting the rain curtain in front of her wash against her palm, and sighed happily, "It's raining a lot!"

Li Chong took two stools out of the pharmacy. The shopkeeper of the pharmacy looked at Li Chong in military uniform and said nothing, and took the initiative to bring out a small stove.

"Sit down, the rain is so strong these days, it may not stop in a while." Li Chong sat on the stool, took off his shoes and put them on the stove to roast.

"Hey! It smells so bad." Jin Huizhen said in disgust, holding her nose.

Hearing Jin Huizhen's disgusting words, Li Chong directly fanned the wind with his palm, fanning the smell in the direction of Jin Huizhen, and said very thick-skinned, "It's normal for soldiers to walk around, smelly feet, you are no better than me !"

"Hmph, you!" Jin Huizhen didn't know what to say, so she simply took off her shoes, put them on the stove, and fanned her hands up and down, not to be outdone.

The shopkeeper of the pharmacy was frightened by the military uniform and didn't dare to say anything. He lowered his head and silently calculated his calculations, lamenting in his heart that the world is getting worse and people's hearts are not the same.

"The clouds are floating far away, and the rain is blowing over the long river." Under the porch of the pharmacy, Li Chong looked at the pedestrians passing by in a hurry on the street, and the pine forest in the distant mountains was shaking in the heavy rain. A lot of poems that fit the occasion can't help but feel it.

Jin Huizhen ran through her mind, but couldn't find the source for a while, so she asked, "Who wrote this, it looks so unpopular."

"Unpopular? Hmph, this is Tang Taizong's masterpiece, and you still call yourself an educated young woman."

Jin Huizhen looked at Li Chong and said unconvinced, "You are really different. The rain poems that others think of should not be Mr. Changli, Mr. Dongpo, etc. But don't be complacent, I also know many poems about rain of."

"Let me tell you something? But in order to reflect your knowledge, the poems of the two above-mentioned masters should be removed, which are memorized by the enlightened children who are new to the school."

"Just say it, listen carefully." Jin Huizhen put her shoes on her feet, waving her index finger as she walked, and said, "The wind drove the torrential rain and sprinkled Gaocheng, and the clouds pressed lightly and the sound of thunder."

"How?" Jin Huizhen finished speaking with an expression waiting to be praised.

"Ming Dynasty poetry, it seems that there is still some goods in my stomach." Li Chong sat on the stool and clasped his fists, expressing his admiration.

"I have a lot of stock! But I remembered a favorite poem about rain." Jin Huizhen sat back on the stool and said, "The wind and rain are miserable, and the cock crows."

Hearing the previous sentence, Li Chong reacted, "I know, it's from the chapter "Wind and Rain" in "National Wind·Zheng Feng"."

"Yes, do you like it too?" Jin Huizhen's eyes lit up.

Li Chong roasted his hands and said, "It's not like I like it. This is a love poem. How can I stick to a love poem? I should have the universe in mind!"

"Tch!" Jin Huizhen twitched at Li Chong. In fact, she originally planned to say it in one breath, because the last sentence of the "Wind and Rain" chapter is:
"Since seeing a gentleman, Yunhu is not happy."

(End of this chapter)