20 years of the Republic of China

Chapter 355 Family affairs, state affairs, and world affairs

Not long after sending Na Min away, Jiang Lian had nothing to do, so he casually flipped through the account books on the cabinet.

However, when I looked through the account books, I was not distracted.

He always felt as if he had forgotten something very important, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

Sure enough, in less than a pack of cigarettes, I walked along the door and saw Wang Zhengnan running in in a hurry.

"Brother Dao!" Nanfeng gasped, "If you don't go home, how can you still find time to read the account book?"

Jiang Lianheng frowned and asked, "What's going on at home?"

Wang Zhengnan was even more surprised and immediately asked: "Brother Dao, why are you still asking me?"

As he said that, he walked up to the counter, glanced left and right, and lowered his voice and said, "Didn't you let Mrs. Qiao - no, it was the third lady to come to Fengtian? Now that people are here, my sister-in-law is staying at home. Why don't you let me in?" Where is the courtyard!"

Jiang Lianheng slapped his forehead. There were many things going on recently, but he put this matter behind him.

Xiao Jiangya looked around at the two people and smiled.

"What are you pretending to be?" Hu Xiaoyan said angrily, "If you are really worried about what she says, you shouldn't let her live! You just like her, you can't find anyone, you have to find a broken shoe, a broken shoe!"

When they arrived at Jiang's house, the eldest lady refused to let him in, so Shu Ning was inevitably a little at a loss.

After saying that, he strode across the yard, rushed to Hu Xiaoyan, and cursed: "Why the hell are you sitting outside on such a cold day? Get in!"

Jiang Lianheng was startled, turned his head and said, "Xifeng, let the third wife get in the car and rest for a while!"

However, Fengtian is not her home after all.

After pondering for a moment, he turned his head, put on a smile, and said: "My wife, my hands are cold. Come on, let me cover them for you!"

……

"Do you want face?" Hu Xiaoyan's eyes widened and she asked in disbelief, "Jiang Xiaodao, do you want face?"

"Zhao Guoyan?" Wang Zhengnan said blankly, "You're not looking at Lao Zhao!"

Jiang Lianheng hurriedly added: "What a whoosh! I thought it was a big deal! After waiting for a long time, it turned out that Zhao Guoyan brought the third child back!"

Jiang Lianheng cursed in a low voice, and then immediately bent down. No matter how much Hu Xiaoyan resisted, he just picked her up and climbed up the stairs with a thump.

Xiaohua, who was holding Jiang Chengye in her arms and standing on the stairs, saw this and immediately turned around and walked quickly back to her room.

"You can say whatever I tell you to say."

His figure flashed, and Jiang Lianheng was about to step into the hospital when he saw Hu Xiaoyan sitting in a wheelchair at the door of the house.

Hu Xiaoyan raised her neck: "Pump! Pump hard! If you dare, slap me in front of my father's memorial tablet!"

"Get out! Don't come over!" Hu Xiaoyan muttered.

The tip of her nose was a little red, a thin breath filled her lips, and her eyes were filled with tears, not because she was pretending to be pitiful, but because the snow was cold, freezing and touching.

Yuan Xinfa responded awkwardly and had to turn aside to let him go.

Under his daughter's watchful eyes, Jiang Lianheng put Hu Xiaoyan on the bed and then locked the door.

After saying this, the waiters and patrons in the lobby immediately cast curious glances.

After twisting and turning, hurriedly and hurriedly, I finally arrived at the gate of the compound.

Xu Ruqing heard the sound and stuck her head out to ask about the situation.

Without saying a word, Jiang Lianheng kicked open the bedroom door. Song's mother, who was looking after Jiang Ya in the room, saw something was wrong and immediately got up, lowered her head and quickly slipped out.

"I feel sorry for you!"

"You promised me not to let these shabby shoes enter the house!"

"It's nothing to talk about today. Let's just say that I came all the way from Yingkou and froze outside for a long time——"

"Haha? Look, your daughter is laughing at you!" Jiang Lian sat shamelessly on the edge of the bed, "Daughter-in-law, you are a person who understands righteousness. I asked Shu Ning to come here mainly to help Guo Yan. Just a guise. These are extraordinary times, and Shu Ning knows so many things, can I let her stay alone in Yingkou?"

Different from Hu Xiaoyan and Xiaohua, when Shu Ning was a child, no matter how poor her family was, she was still a lady of the family. She had never been wronged and always had a sense of energy in her body. Even when she was humiliated in front of the family, she did not act recklessly.

Wang Zhengnan blinked, turned his big fat head, and quickly realized what he was doing. He immediately raised his voice a little higher and shouted: "Brother Dao! Old Zhao brought the third wife home, but my sister-in-law didn't let me in! "

When he got off the carriage, he saw the third lady, Shu Ning, wearing a black mink coat, black hair in a bun, and hazy temples. She was standing at a loss in the snow at the door. In front of her was Yuan Xinfa, who was as motionless as a mountain, and on both sides were Yuan Xinfa. Zhao Guoyan sent to escort the bodyguards holding large suitcases.

"Where are you going back?" Jiang Lianheng cursed loudly, "What a fool, Si Chen, she's rebelled! Just live here! Old Yuan, get out of the way!"

Hu Xiaoyan didn't look sideways, and said coldly and resentfully: "You promised me."

"Broken shoes, shabby shoes—actually they are not that shabby, they are quite cramped!"

Jiang Lianheng gesticulated and cursed: "Don't fucking fight with me. Do you believe I will slap you?"

Jiang Lian cursed and walked away, took Xifeng with him, got on the carriage, and rushed to his home in the north of the city.

It wasn't until she saw Jiang Lianheng's figure that her hanging heart finally fell to the ground. She immediately stepped forward and said, "I'll go back."

"Are you feeling distressed?"

Letting Shuning come to Fengtian was originally a cover for Zhao Guoyan to sneak into Luda University, but he forgot the arrangement.

"What did I promise you? Get in!"

"You stupid roe deer, you don't need to say the second part!"

Hu Xiaoyan turned away, but said: "The Jiang family doesn't support idle people. She is in Yingkou. I can't see her and I can't worry about her. What do you mean by letting her come over? You just want to make me angry!"

Jiang Lianheng persuaded in a good voice: "Hey, let's be fair. I came here with a huge dowry. How can I say that I am an idler?"

"Oh, you think I don't have a dowry."

"Who said that? That - also, Shu Ning often runs out and can talk about business. She handles all the insurance companies in Yingkou. She is not an idler."

Hu Xiaoyan suddenly turned pale, lowered her head, and murmured with tears in her eyes: "Yes, I have no legs, I can't run outside, I can't take action, and I can't see anyone."

Jiang Lianheng frowned and said: "Tsk! Why are you so crooked like an old lady? When did I ever dislike you for being disabled? Not before, not now, and never again!"

He couldn't relate to it.

He only saw her extremeness, but never her uneasiness and inferiority complex.

Hu Xiaoyan turned her head, wiping her tears randomly, turned her back to him, and said, "I understand, she is not idle, and you are still waiting for her to give you a son!"

Jiang Lian was stunned suddenly.

It turns out that Hu Xiaoyan cares about this matter very much and has always cared about it.

"What are you talking about!" Jiang Lian said hurriedly, "You are still young and want to have a son, so what's the chance?"

Having said that, in fact, the two of them had been married for many years, and they only had one child, Jiang Ya.

He does have plenty of opportunities, but she may not.

Hu Xiaoyan silently raised her arms, moved her body forward and back, and leaned into the bed.

What a coincidence, but at this moment, Xiao Jiangya looked at her mother curiously and moved on the bed in the same way.

Children as young as two or three are accustomed to imitating.

Jiang Ya watched her mother behave like this every day, and unconsciously or unconsciously, she couldn't help but follow suit.

However, this unintentional move was like a steel needle that pierced Hu Xiaoyan's heart in an instant.

She raised her hand almost subconsciously, and with a "pop" sound, she hit her daughter's delicate face hard.

Xiao Jiangya immediately burst into tears.

When Jiang Lianheng saw this, he immediately picked up his daughter and yelled: "Hu Xiaoyan, are you fucking crazy? Can such a big child withstand such a beating?"

Hu Xiaoyan also woke up with a start. Although she regretted it, her heart hurt even more, and she couldn't stop crying.

"You lied to me. You promised me. You lied to me just because you told others."

Jiang Lian hugged Jiang Ya, walked to the door, looked back at Xiaoyan, and immediately left the bedroom, leaving his daughter in the care of Song Ma, while he went downstairs and outside the yard.

"Brother Dao, what do you mean?" Li Zhengxi stepped forward and asked, "Can... can we get in?"

Jiang Lianheng let out a long sigh, waved his hands and said, "Let's go to the farewell place."

"Where to send it?" Li Zhengxi counted on his fingers, "The old house in the east of the city, where Master Six lives. Bai Baochen's house has been sealed and untouched; Bai Guoping's outer house also has room..."

"Too many people died in those two houses. Let's send them to the old Zhou family's house in the south of the city, and take a few people to clean it up."

"Oh, Brother Dao, then you..."

"I promised her, let's go!" With that said, Jiang Lianheng approached the carriage, opened the door curtain and said, "Shuning, you go to the south of the city first. I will find you in two days."

Shu Ning didn't seem to want to stay in this house, so she nodded eagerly, took out a small gift box from her handbag and handed it to him.

"What is this?" Jiang Lianheng asked.

Shu Ning whispered: "The cashmere gloves I brought to the eldest wife as a meeting gift are from Russia!"

Jiang Lian held it horizontally and weighed it in his hands without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Shu Ning asked curiously.

"It's okay!" Jiang Lianheng shook his head, but said, "Thankfully you didn't send any socks, otherwise I would have to go with you tonight."

"Then when will you come?"

"Quick! Just these two days!" Jiang Lianheng said with a guilty conscience, "If you want to use something, just tell Nanfeng or Xifeng, or send someone to put it on the cabinet. Xifeng, send two part-time workers and bring an old woman over there Help. Let’s go!”

Li Zhengxi nodded, and shouted inexplicably: "Let's go! Old Zhao is sending the third lady back to his old house!"

Watching the carriage go further and further away, Jiang Lianheng turned back to the house with a frown on his face.

As he walked, he muttered to himself: "There is a powerful enemy outside, and I have to help Zhang Laoge find information, and I have to be careful of my brothers betraying me. I don't have to worry about this, I'm really screwed!"

A small family is just a mess, how much worse can it be in a country?

Zhang Laoge must not only please the president, but also guard against his brothers. He must also be wary of the Communist Party's eyeing, Japanese devils who are messing around, and Duan Zhigui floating above his head.

The president wants to restore the monarchy and display his ambitions. He must not only win over his subordinates, but also be wary of their duplicity. The great powers have no time to look east. This is an opportunity, but there are Japanese enemies outside and the war of the South inside.

Who has it easy? It’s not easy!

Who is pitiful? Not pitiful!
Jiang Lianheng walked slowly back to the bedroom, pillowed his arms, and lay down next to Hu Xiaoyan, who had her back to him, without saying a word.

The two of them ignored each other and just lay there in a daze.

The leaden sky in the distance outside the window gradually dimmed. It was cold and the days were short. In the blink of an eye, the surroundings became pitch black.

Not long after, the aroma of food came in through the crack in the door.

Song's mother came and knocked on the door: "Master, madam, it's time to eat."

After knocking several times and receiving no response, Song's mother did not dare to call again and turned around to go downstairs.

Jiang Lianheng's stomach rumbled.

"You go and eat." Hu Xiaoyan still turned her back to him.

"I don't want to eat. I have been practicing inedia recently."

"...I even heard the sound."

"You don't understand. I'm vomiting abdominally and the sound is like thunder. I'm almost done. Go ahead and eat."

"I won't eat either."

"If you don't want to eat, don't eat!"

"...How was your chat with Na Min?"

"I'm an old guy, he has more thoughts than a hornet's nest, he's snarling and he can't say anything."

Hu Xiaoyan thought for a moment and whispered, "What did he ask you to do?"

Jiang Lianheng glanced at her sideways and hummed: "It's buzzing. I can't hear you. Talk to me."

"I don't want to see you."

"That's great, I don't want to look at you either."

Jiang Lianheng took out his arm from under his head, reached into the quilt and slowly groped for something.

"Tsk! Hiss - don't touch me! Don't touch! Get out!"

Jiang Lianheng rolled over, turned over, and came to Hu Xiaoyan's side.

"Tsk! I told you to get over there!" Hu Xiaoyan had no choice but to turn around and reach out to grab Jiang Lianheng's wrist, "Don't keep trying to crawl on me! What on earth do Min and the others want you to do?"

"Nothing! You just want me to get some information, and if one day comes, I can help create some commotion in the city."

Jiang Lianheng explained in detail how he met with Na Min in the afternoon, and the topic finally settled on "the right time."

He guessed: "I estimate that the so-called 'appropriate time' should refer to the day when the president ascends the throne. There is no need to deliberately create riots on that day. I dare say that if he ascends the throne today, we will have a march in Fengtian tomorrow to protest. Don't talk about others. , that boy Su Wenqi will definitely not be honest. It is possible that they will take advantage of the chaos to come in again. "

"Is that what you think?" Hu Xiaoyan asked.

"Huh? Shouldn't it be like this?" Jiang Lianheng felt that there was nothing wrong with his speculation.

Hu Xiaoyan said: "The more suitable the time is, the less suitable the time is."

"Ah! What this little guy is nagging you is quite mysterious."

"I didn't mean to tell you lies. Don't you read the newspaper? With so many people opposed, the president still has to be the emperor. Zhang Laoge has always supported the president to restore the monarchy. When it comes time to ascend the throne, do you think the provincial capital How can we not be on guard against someone taking the opportunity to cause trouble?"

"Hiss! That's true!"

"Moreover, it's winter now. It's freezing cold. Even Beard knows Mao Dong. Which one is easier: defending the city or attacking the city? The right time will definitely lead to unpreparedness. I don't think we should choose such a time. ."

Jiang Lian tilted his head and said with a smile, "You're about to catch up with the white paper fan."

Hu Xiaoyan didn't seem to appreciate the compliment. She said with some sadness: "I am not a white paper fan."

Jiang Lianheng said blankly: "Isn't this a white paper fan?"

Hu Xiaoyan was too lazy to continue pulling, but suddenly stretched out her hand to push him and said, "Go and find Dr. Jia."

"What's wrong? Are you upset?"

"Show Jiang Ya, don't break it."

Jiang Lianheng stood up in response, and just as he was about to open the door, he took out a small gift box from his pocket and threw it on the bed.

"She gave it to you. No one in the family doesn't take you seriously!"

Hu Xiaoyan opened the gift box and found a pair of dark gray cashmere gloves, but when Jiang Lianheng left the room, she stuffed them intact into the bedside drawer.

…………

In the remaining half of the month, Jiang Lian met with Na Min at random intervals. While releasing some innocuous and even obvious so-called intelligence, he tried his best to extract from Na Min the movements of the Clan Socialist Party and the identity of Master Rong Wu.

Of course, during this period, he often traveled back and forth between the south and north of the city, getting wet with both rain and dew, so it was no problem.

Although Shu Ning came to Fengtian, it was only for business and never stayed for a long time. Therefore, he was very new to everything around him. When he had nothing to do, he often stayed near Xiaoxiguan and Xiaoheyan'er under the protection of the Jiang family's bodyguards. Wandering around the busy city.

She is indeed the style of a concubine from a wealthy family. She comes with a "dowry" and is confident. When it comes to spending money, she is inevitably a bit lavish, and she is far less thrifty than Hu Xiaoyan.

Movie theaters, foreign stores, and parks are not enough for her.

As time passed, Hu Xiaoyan became a little out of control, and she quarreled with Jiang Lianheng several times.

According to Hu Xiaoyan, the Jiang family does not support idle people, and Shu Ning does not seem to play any other role except spending money.

Zhao Guoyan was still lurking in Luda University, secretly inquiring about Master Rong Wu. After several calls, the clues gradually pointed to a location - Hongshan Hall - a "charity" selling native goods and red pills under the guise of martial law. mechanism.

But who exactly Rong Wuye is has not been known yet.

On the other hand, Li Zheng returned to the top of the mountain, explained the situation to Wang Guihe, and led forty or fifty boys alone to "defect" to the Zongshe Party and rush to Luda.

However, for nearly half a month, either because they were unable to escape or for some other reason, they never responded to Jiang Lianheng's letter.

It is naturally unknown where the gangsters recruited by the Zongshe Party in Fengtian are hiding.

Time passed quickly, and it snowed three or two more times.

Finally, in mid-December of the fourth year of the Republic of China, in major newspapers, the government announced the upcoming new year’s name—Hong Xian!
The capital has sent electricity to the whole country, and the president is about to ascend the throne!

He personally ended all discussions about his own merits and demerits, and all his former right-hand men turned their backs on him.

Yang Du's instigation, Fang Ke's father's deception, and the generals' obedience were all excuses.

Doesn't he know that on that imperial throne that symbolizes unlimited power, who is not alone?
Isn't this what you want?
In the half-moon, General Songpo raised his arms and shouted, the king's army pointed the direction, the righteous flag pointed, and the vigorous war to protect the country began!
The situation in the South is turbulent, and the undercurrent in the North is turbulent.

The struggle for power between Zhang Laogeda and Feng Delin, the Zongshe Party's intention to close the country and restore the country, the Japanese devils unwilling to be left alone, meddling in the left and right, the current situation is turbulent, and the future is unpredictable.

In troubled times, you sing and I appear on the stage, and the dramas come one after another. Who cares about the nameless extras standing in the corners of the stage?

The battle between Jiang Lianheng and Rong Wuye is finally about to begin.

(End of this chapter)