Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 341 Zhao Fangxu's th Birthday (beginning of the month, please vote, collect, and recommend!)
The Grievance Conference was a new type of military reorganization movement during the War of Liberation, which was aimed at absorbing and expanding the various bad habits of the liberation fighters in the strategic offensive phase, and rectifying the army's appearance and morale.

The effect was remarkable, and the reason was very simple. When the Anti-Japanese War was won, the bald guys took the lead in tearing up the armistice agreement and launching an offensive, and they also joined forces with the Homecoming Corps and the Local Security Corps.

The Kuomintang’s characteristic is that the front is tight, the back is tight, and all kinds of inhumane operations are carried out.

That's why there was this grievance meeting. Everyone sat together and talked about why they joined the army and fought. Then the liberation fighters saw that they were fighting to overthrow the landlords and divide up the land, so they captured them so bravely. They didn't beat or scold them, provided them with three meals a day, and treated their injuries. Even if you didn't want to fight anymore, they would give you money to go home so you could reunite with your parents and fulfill your filial duties.

The liberation fighters had never seen such a military unit that really did not take advantage of the blood of its soldiers, truly stood up for the people, and loved its soldiers like its own children. Once the grievance meeting was held, the morale and fighting spirit of the liberation fighters were basically reshaped, making them understand that being a soldier could be meaningful. Then the National Government annihilated 100 million enemies and occupied Taiwan.

So when Wang Yi proposed this method, he also told Zhang Zhiwei directly that he didn't know whether it was appropriate or not.

Our current biggest enemy is the Japanese who are eyeing us covetously from outside the Great Wall. This is the main contradiction. Before this main contradiction, the civil war must be put on hold. Whoever breaks the armistice agreement first will not be able to stand on the righteous cause.

Secondly, there are the soldiers from the Northeast Army and the 17th Route Army who defected to them. Although they all came from warlord troops, these two were the rare ones that did not exploit the blood of their fellow soldiers. Bad habits such as smoking opium, gambling, and prostitution were the characteristics of the old warlord troops. At least their superiors really gave them money, and how they spent it was their own problem.

Therefore, these two troops are the few warlord troops that can fight well, because they know who pays them. If they really hold a grievance meeting and preach, wouldn't that be another form of sowing discord?
Zhang Zhiwei frowned after listening to Wang Yi's explanation of the operation of this grievance meeting, and pointed out the problem. If they really did it this way, the Japanese wouldn't invade yet, and they would be in chaos again. It wouldn't work. The method was good, but it couldn't be applied mechanically.

"Then I really don't have any other ideas. The biggest wish of these Northeastern Army soldiers is to fight back to their homes. They won't hesitate to fight the devils, but they can't bear to point their guns at the generals who led them into the country. After all, the general led them in a bloody battle for a year, and finally retreated to the interior of the country because they had no other choice. The people outside the country don't have much hatred for these Northeastern Army soldiers."

Wang Yi spread his hands, looking worried.

He finally understood why Mr. Li had repeatedly warned him not to arbitrarily change the historical trend or historical nodes before his execution. He only made a slight impact, causing the Zhang father and son to consume a wave of Japanese manpower, and the resulting impact is still continuing.

But we can't just ignore these manpower that we have finally replenished. Let alone other things, the technical arms, motor vehicle soldiers, and artillery soldiers alone can greatly enhance the combat effectiveness of the troops in the early stages of the War of Resistance.

It was acceptable that the original time and space did not have the technical foundation at the beginning, but now this shortcoming has been finally made up. If the internal strife resulted in the seizure of cars and cannons being left there to gather dust, and so many soldiers' lives being sacrificed in vain, Wang Yi would really want to slap himself on the top of his head.

However, the speaker may not mean it, but the listener may take it seriously. Wang Yiyi didn't know how to improve this grievance meeting during the War of Liberation for a while, but Zhang Zhiwei had been following the teacher all these years, and through his words and deeds, he did have an idea.

"Old Wang, I think this grievance meeting can still be held. Grievances, isn't it? Isn't it just about talking about the hardships that everyone has suffered over the years? Let's talk about who caused these hardships, is it God, the landlords, or the foreign powers? Why is the Northeast Army inside the Great Wall? Isn't it because they couldn't defeat the Japanese and were beaten in? Since you said that the people outside the Great Wall are still thinking of them fighting bloody battles outside the Great Wall for a year.

Then let's start from here and let these Northeastern troops understand that the people outside the Great Wall are the same as the people inside the Great Wall. As long as you dare to fight the Japanese and defend their country, the people outside the Great Wall will treat you the same way as the people inside the Great Wall. Let's solve the main contradiction first and then solve the secondary contradictions. Chinese people don't fight Chinese people, nor do they bully Chinese people. As long as this view can be implemented and carried out, I think it is feasible. "

"Can it be done?"

Wang Yi asked Zhang Zhiwei with some concern.

"We have to give it a try first, right? I just don't believe that without Zhang the Butcher, we can't eat this hairy pig! Old Wang, I have to criticize you on this point. Your skills and cultivation are no worse than mine, and you realized it earlier than me. How come you have become more cautious than me on these issues? That's not like you. We are just going with the flow, providing timely assistance and adding icing on the cake. Can it be worse than the beginning?"

This sentence, with a double meaning, was teasing Wang Yi.

This time Wang Yi didn't even have the thought of making excuses. It was precisely because he understood the thickness, hardship and tragedy of this period of history that he had to be so cautious, for fear that he would do something bad with good intentions and become a sinner for all eternity.

Zhang Zhiwei also understood Wang Yi's concerns. He would not expose the secret that Wang Yi and he knew well. He could only use these words to wake Wang Yi up. Could it be worse than the time in the original time and space when everyone just arrived at the base and had difficulty in carrying out their work?

Now, thanks to your help, there are more bottles and jars. Living in this era and throwing myself into this torrent, I am not afraid. How come you, a latecomer, are more worried about these bottles and jars than I am?

Zhang Zhiwei's words also awakened Wang Yi. The true energy surged in Wang Yi's body, and his long gown moved without wind.

"Thank you, Lao Zhang."

"It's okay. We are all good comrades. If you really want to thank me, when things are almost done, how about letting me introduce you?"

"roll!"

"Don't worry, my introducer is Mr.

"Zhang Zhiwei!!"

For a moment, there was a strong wind and rolling dark clouds over the house. Wang Yi had a gloomy face, and Zhang Zhiwei was laughing triumphantly.

Only the four young men whose three elixirs and five qi were sealed by Wang Yi just now looked at this scene as if they had seen a god.

As the 100th birthday of Zhao Fangxu, the eldest grandson of Jinyang Boss Zhao who is in charge of the North China region, approaches, Wang Yi has also made preparations.

Liu Wei, who was in charge of the East China region, brought a truck full of foreign goods and some key figures who were in disguise and mixed into the cargo team. They came to the capital to take over from Wang Yi. Naturally, he also met Zhang Zhiwei, and Zhang Zhiwei also met the person he was going to deliver this time.

The other party also recognized Zhang Zhiwei. After all, at that time, only Zhang Zhiwei could rely on his own cultivation to deliver letters from home for his master from time to time and report his safety.

"When the Heavenly Master expelled the Little Heavenly Master and announced it to the world, I was puzzled as to why the Heavenly Master did so. Today, after meeting you, I finally understood that we were both drawn to the same path by this fellow Wang Yi. It really is fate."

"Don't flatter Old Wang, Young Master Liu. You and I are both practitioners. How we practice cultivation is not something that others can influence. We both understand that only the cause we devote ourselves to can save this country and our nation. Compared to us, Old Wang is at most one step ahead, as if he is our guide. Also, don't call me Little Heavenly Master. Zhang Zhiwei, Old Zhang, anything is fine."

"Haha, that makes sense, ahem, then how about I call you comrade?"

Liu Wei was also very pleased with Zhang Zhiwei's boldness. He coughed twice and blinked at Zhang Zhiwei. Zhang Zhiwei was stunned at first, but after looking at the people in the cargo team, he understood.

"That's right, people who share the same ideals are called comrades."

"Mom, did you hear anything?"

The young men in disguise in the freight transport team also expressed their doubts at this time. Zhang Zhiwei and Liu Wei looked in the direction of the voice and saw Wang Yi standing at the gate with his back to the crowd in the posture of a master, his body trembling slightly.

"Haha, it's okay. That's your Uncle Wang who is heartbroken. Don't worry about him. He will mend his ways in no time. Come, let me take a look at your brother and see if this guy, Old Wang, has corrupted his character."

Zhang Zhiwei was overjoyed when he saw Wang Yidao's heartbroken look. He touched the boy's head while picking up another child who was about eight or nine years old and touched his bones with his own true Qi.

"Although I don't have the thousand-year-old heritage of your Tianshi Mansion, at least I have a dead ghost master who took me in. When the Wang School was reversed, I passed it on to him first, so that he could build the foundation first. Boss Zhao's grandson's 100th birthday is just a few days away, so hurry up and set off, so as not to cause trouble at night." "Right, am I right? Your uncle Wang's Tao heart has been repaired in the time it takes to talk. Let's go, don't let your father wait anxiously."

After teasing Wang Yi, the freight team, which was ready to go, went to the train station under the escort of Wang Yi, Zhang Zhiwei and Zhang Zhiwei's four disciples, took the Jingsui Railway, and headed to Jinyang to celebrate the 100th birthday of Boss Zhao's eldest grandson, Zhao Fangxu.
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The Zhao family of Jinyang has been doing business for five generations. Originally, their business was not very large, but they were well-known in the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei area. Later, the grandfather of the current head of the family, Mr. Zhao Zheng, got in touch with a high-ranking official in the late Qing Dynasty, and successfully stood on the side many times, which also made the Zhao family's business flourish.

Now, under the management of the current head of the family, Zhao Zheng, he has become the white glove of the Jin warlord who dominates the Jin area. His wealth and reputation are so great that both the black and white worlds have to give him face.

After all, there are warlords standing behind them. If you really make them unhappy, the army will surround your house and ransack your property.

Although Boss Zhao knew that his Zhao family had a huge influence and could be said to have omnipotence in Jinyang, he was extremely strict in disciplining his children and strictly forbade them to bully others by taking advantage of their family background.

Boss Zhao knows very well that his family is so wealthy now because they have a strong backer.

But if one day you go out and offend someone you shouldn't offend, these wealth may belong to Zhao today, Li, or Wang tomorrow.

In troubled times, as a money bag, if you don't have a pair of good fists, you have to be prepared for anyone to come to your pocket.

If you want to survive, you have to make friends with many people. When disaster strikes, there may be people who will remember the favors of the past and protect your bloodline so that it will not be cut off.

Just like today, the Zhao family’s mansion was decorated with lights and full of joy.

He even sent his servants to open porridge shops on the streets of Jinyang, giving the homeless beggars and vagrants in the city a bowl of meat porridge and a red envelope that could keep them full for a few days, with only one request.

The purpose was to let these beggars and homeless people who had eaten the meat porridge of the Zhao family and received the red envelopes pray for Zhao Fangxu, the eldest son and grandson of Mr. Zhao, the boss of the Zhao family, to bless him with peace and happiness throughout his life.

Operations like this are not limited to the beggars and vagrants in the city, but also to the farmhands and tenants who work for the Zhao family.

Farmhands were paid three months' extra wages, tenants were exempted from paying one year's rent, and all Zhao-branded shops in the city were also exempted from rent for three months.

Even the soldiers and generals who supported his own backer received a share, and all of them were rewarded in the name of the one with the biggest backer. Boss Zhao was not foolish enough to reward the soldiers in his own name, because that would not be accumulating favors, but rather handing over a knife.

It can be said that in order for his eldest son and grandson to grow up safely and have a smooth life, Boss Zhao spent a huge amount of money this time.

But there's nothing that can be done about it. Everyone thinks that Boss Zhao Zheng is a womanizer, a drunkard and a lustful person?
It's because his family has done something wrong in this regard. It's been a single-son family for generations. Boss Zhao is already fifty years old, and he still has to work hard to expand the family.

After working hard for half his life, his wife died early and he has only one son, who now has only one grandson. If he doesn't do something, what will happen if there is no descendant one day?

Just like now, Boss Zhao, as the host of the house, has been receiving guests outside his house regardless of his status. From time to time, he also sends people to ask the housekeeper who is waiting to pick people up at the train station to see if the person he is waiting for has arrived. He looks like a resentful woman who is waiting impatiently.

"Dad, you just wait inside. It's the child's 100th birthday, how can you be outside welcoming and seeing off guests instead of inside?"

His son Zhao Fangyuan felt helpless when he saw his father like this. Those who knew that it was his son Zhao Fangxu's 100th birthday would have thought it was his son's wedding.

"You know nothing! Whether our family can be passed on depends on the person who comes this time! I say, why can't you be more motivated? I, your father, work hard outside, and you are well fed and clothed at home. You are also good-looking, and the doctor has matched you with several children. How come you have been married for three years and only have one grandson?"

Seeing his father glaring at him, the son Zhao Fangyuan also became anxious.

"No, Dad, the Qing Dynasty has been gone for several years. Since the Reform Movement of 1898, monogamy has been advocated, and Mr. Sun has practiced it himself. I was born in the first year of the Republic of China and have received education. I should abide by the laws of the country. Besides, Wan'er is at this age. If you want her to have two children in three years, it will hurt her body too much."

"Don't tell your father about this. The person who proposed it didn't put it into practice. He took concubines and raised illegitimate children outside!"

"That's because he's a bastard. It has nothing to do with monogamy. Besides, you didn't remarry. I don't object, and I don't mind having more brothers and sisters to share the family property with me. If you ask me, this root is still in your hands..."

"Rebellious son!!"

Boss Zhao raised his hand to teach his son a lesson as his rebellious period had not yet ended. His daughter-in-law in the house immediately hugged the child and shouted.

"Dad, Fangyuan, Xu'er is making trouble again."

Before he finished speaking, the crying of his grandson Zhao Fangxu was heard. His daughter-in-law came over with the child in her arms, which made the father and son, who were still quarreling just now, panic. They quickly followed their wife/daughter-in-law to coax the child.

But for some reason, Zhao Fangxu, who was born to be the apple of everyone's eye, and was chubby and looked blessed, cried non-stop today. The three members of the family took turns to coax him but failed to stop. He just cried loudly.

For a moment, Boss Zhao didn't pay attention to the visitors outside the house, and was thinking about ways to make his grandson happy.

At this time, the butler and servants who had been waiting at the station for a long time also got off the carriage and trotted towards the family of three who were coaxing their grandson outside the house and shouted.

"Master, Master, Madam, they are coming, they are coming!"

"Where? Where!"

Before Boss Zhao could ask, he saw a convoy of horse-drawn carriages loaded with gifts, led by Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei, coming towards him.

"Boss Zhao, I'm here with my friends to present gifts and keep our appointment."

Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei bowed their hands and clasped their fists to congratulate Boss Zhao. The fat baby Zhao Fangxu, who had been crying in his parents' arms, stopped crying at this time, and looked with his bright eyes towards the two young men in front of him who were congratulating his grandfather.

Wang Yi and Zhang Zhiwei also had smiles on their faces, and their bright, restrained, and innocent eyes looked at Zhao Fangxu in his parents' arms.

　Sorry, there is only one update today, I will make up for it tomorrow.

　　I watched five games between T1 and BLG yesterday.

　　I have to sigh, this championship should be won by Faker who has been consistent for 11 years, does LPL deserve it? How many members of this all-Chinese team of BLG can learn from Faker to treat the League of Legends e-sports game?
　　If you don't live up to your expectations, don't blame others for stepping on your head to win the championship. In my opinion, the LPL should be disbanded by Faker directly, so that there won't be a bunch of nonsense taking up the spotlight every day!

　　
　
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