The Red War God of Anti-Japanese War

Chapter 105

(This story is purely fictitious, please do not imitate!)

Of course, the female reporters of the interview team can’t always memorize this way forever. The next day, when they headed from Lufeng to Puning, they saw the army building the road. When the female reporters saw so many people, they could always ask the truth this time. It's the situation.Who knows, the answers of these people are almost exactly the same as what the people on Lufeng Street said.

"No. Director Wang, your soldiers are wearing military uniforms, and we can't get real news at all!" The interview team finally found the crux of the problem.

"Hehe, that's fine. You can ask. I'll let the soldiers change their clothes." Wang Ying has long understood the spirit of Commander Wu's instructions, and she doesn't violate the principle of these young ladies and cultural people from big cities and Kuomintang-controlled areas. Under such circumstances, we must cooperate, cooperate, and cooperate again.

However, when the Red Army soldiers changed into civilian clothes and put their submachine guns in the luggage cart, which was exactly the same as the guard platoon of the interview team, the answers to the reporters' questions were still the same.

"My friends from the press, we are going to have lunch soon. Why don't we tell the people on the construction site here to cook a little more and get a partner?" Seeing that the reporters were unwilling to give up, Wang Ying suggested.

"Eat here, isn't it good?" A female reporter said instinctively.Tell her to ask these people, she is fine, but she always feels uncomfortable if she is asked to eat at the same table with these people.

"We'll eat here. Director Wang, you can arrange it." Chen Siwei rushed to make a decision.

Seeing that Miss Chen has made a decision, the others will naturally no longer object.Another Miss Chen came to study with the prince purely for the sake of her classmates. If you say that you have a good family, can you compare with Miss Chen?Other people's uncle is the king of Guangdong.As far as she is concerned, we can't compare her. Although there is not much difference in appearance, it can't stand that someone else is the confidential secretary of the Guangdong Army Command and the rank of captain.

Along the way, Chen Siwei didn't ask any questions, but kept watching, listening, and memorizing.She felt that this eastern part of Guangdong has changed, and it has become better than other places in Guangdong. She has seen these changes, but she has not yet summarized and analyzed them, but they are all recorded in the notebook.

Going to the construction site for dinner was what she thought of on a whim.The life of ordinary people is nothing more than four words: clothing, food, housing, and transportation.I have seen the clothes, and they haven’t changed much, but the poor people who can’t wear clothes seem to have disappeared; the houses, what I saw along the way really hasn’t changed, everyone knows this, the housing of the common people can’t just be changed. In this line of work, the base area is undergoing major road repairs, and this road is repaired while passing cars. Although it is inconvenient, it can be passed after all; Poor, it can be reflected from the food.It doesn't mean that you must be rich if you eat delicacies from mountains and seas, and big fish and meat. You can also combine your dining environment, tableware, kitchen utensils, etc.

For ordinary people, "eat enough" is their most basic requirement.Chen Siwei stayed here to eat for one purpose, to see how motivated these migrant workers digging earth would be, whether they would have enough for lunch.

For engineering projects, Wu Aihua directly adopts the "contracting" method of later generations. A construction team (generally composed of people from a village) contracts a section, and the project owner signs a construction contract with each engineering team. After the contract is signed, they can receive construction tools, Start-up costs, etc.In order to unify the working hours, the engineering team naturally arranges meals uniformly.

When it was time for lunch, the engineering team set up a place to eat for dozens of members of the news interview group. There was a big linoleum cloth on which were placed three major dishes in an iron pot, a pot of roasted pork with carrots, and a pot of stir-fried bamboo shoots. A pot of phoenix tail soup, and two large pots of dry rice.

"Hey, you can't eat enough, there are still dishes!" The chef rubbed his hands and ran over to say hello.

"Hey, Master, they..." A reporter finally remembered that this was also an interview topic, and pointed in the direction of hundreds of migrant workers, "Are they the same as us?"

"Of course it's the same. You can only work hard if you eat dry rice." This kind of chef is actually the kind of chef who cooks nine bowls and ten bowls in the countryside. Home-cooked dishes and big pot dishes are his specialty.

In fact, Chen Siwei ran to the kitchen to look at the pretext of washing his hands. He prepared six or seven buckets of dishes, enough for the people present.However, Chen Siwei was thinking, are they doing this every day, or are they just pretending to show us.

If it's like this every day, it's amazing!Although Chen Siwei has an uncle, Chen Jitang, who is against the sky, before Chen Jitang became the head of the group, her family was relatively ordinary. This kind of braised pork is not something you can eat whenever you want. Later, the uncle was promoted and earned a lot of money Only then did Chen Siwei's family situation gradually improve. In the town near Guangxi, he is now considered to be the leading wealthy family.

If it was a show, Chen Siwei wondered, why did the Red Army cheat like this? Could it be that they just wanted to gain a good reputation?

"No, I have to ask." After eating a small bowl of rice, Chen Siwei ran to the chef's group and squatted down when he was full with an excuse, "Master, it's time to eat."

"Oh, girl, you don't want to eat?" The chef who chatted with Chen Siwei at first replied.

"Hey, I've eaten. Come, masters, smoke a cigarette." Chen Siwei took out a pack of "Daqianmen" cigarettes from the satchel he carried with him, and gave one to each of the more than ten masters.

"Thank you." Some people who have seen the world took it with both hands, and did not forget to say thank you; while more people took the cigarette with one hand, and then said nothing.

"Master, do you also eat and live here at night?" Chen Siwei saw a work shed next to him and found a topic.

"Well, that's right, the construction period is tight from above. If you don't live here, it will take two hours to come and go every day, and you won't be able to complete the work by then."

"What's the matter if you can't finish the work?" Chen Siwei asked seemingly casually.

"Hehe, it would be terrible if we couldn't finish the work. Not only would we not get paid, but the village head would also be criticized. Moreover, the next time the government has a project, we won't be entrusted to do it."

"So, you really want to do this project?" Chen Siwei thought at first that these people were captured "strong men" or "assigned", but he didn't expect that these people would still want to do it.

"Who doesn't want it? Some people want it, but the government won't do it for them."

"Why?"

"Because they are not members of our anti-Japanese democratic government."

It was difficult for Chen Siwei to answer this question, so he changed the subject, "How much wages can you get for this project in a month?"

"Old Chen and I can get four yuan, and they can get three yuan." The chef pointed to one of them and said.

After thinking for a while, Chen Siwei knew that these two were the leaders of the group of chefs, "Then, what about those people over there?"

"They? They're all from the same village, just like us. However, some women will take less. They are weak and can't do much work."

"Have you... got the money?"

"Girl, what are you talking about? This anti-Japanese democratic government is the best at talking. The first month's money was sent to us before the start of work. No, we have been paid for four months now! "The chef was a little unhappy.

If Chen Siwei knew that some of the wages these migrant workers received belonged to his uncle Chen Jitang's arms payment, I don't know how he would feel.

"Hey, master, didn't I just ask, don't get angry. I see that your food is pretty good. Do you eat like this every day, or occasionally?"

"Girl, you may not understand. We are not doing this for others, but for ourselves. If we can't finish the work on time, we won't get paid. Since we can get so much money, you say, we need to save this Is it food money? It’s easy to work when you’re full! Moreover, it’s said that these pork are live pigs brought over from Guangdong King Chen Jitang, who lost the war and paid them to our base area. The government pays a penny for these pigs If you don’t make money, you sell it to us.”

"Depressed." This is what Chen Siwei felt at the moment. The development of the emotional Red Army here is all thanks to his uncle, but seeing the beaming look of the chef, it is obvious that he is reading a joke of his uncle.

"No, I must find problems and evidence to prove that the area under my uncle's jurisdiction is better than that of the Red Army!" The little girl snapped, turned and left.

"Here, who's girl, she's so handsome." A chef looked at Chen Siwei's back and said suddenly.

"Chen ###, don't talk nonsense. This is someone with a lot of background." The head chef glared at the guy named Chen ### and said.

This is true color too!No matter how good the anti-Japanese democratic government is to the people, no matter how close Wu Aihua is to the people, the people still instinctively fear people with official backgrounds.Thousands of years of feudal oppression cannot be changed just by saying it.

Finally, the interview team saw a yard surrounded by several rows of houses, and bursts of singing were coming from the yard:

Rivers and mountains are only in my dreams,

The motherland has not been close for many years,

But anyway,

It can't change my Chinese heart...

the blood that flows in my heart,

Surging the voice of China,

Even in a foreign land,

It can't change my Chinese heart!

"Oh, what song is this? It sounds so good!" A female reporter is quite fond of music, and she understood the charm of this song as soon as she heard it.

"Oh, it's a shame you're still from Shanghai, you don't even know such a famous song!" Chen Siwei took the opportunity to hit her classmate.

"You know?" the reporter asked back.

"Not only do I know it, but I can also sing it. The name of this song is "My Chinese Heart". It is said that the commander of the Red Army wrote the lyrics and composed the music." Chen Siwei said.

"Well, that's great! This time, we must interview that Red Bandit... no, that Red Army Commander." The female reporter hadn't turned her head yet.

The interview team entered the school, and the teacher received the reporters.However, at the end of the interview, except for the two with cold faces, the other female reporters, including Chen Siwei, wept sadly.For God's sake, because this is a school for orphans, their parents either died of war, or died of poverty and disease, the origin of these orphans is varied, there are Fujian, Jiangxi, Guangdong, and even Zhejiang and Hunan.

This cannot be faked, because these children are five or six years old or even younger, and the older ones are already fourteen or five years old. Their accents cannot be faked.The older children still have a clear memory, which province and county they live in, and even the name of the county grandfather.

(From the 1st to the 9th, there will be three shifts and four shifts in a row, and we plan to change it to two shifts tomorrow. We need to save some manuscripts in case of an outbreak. The time of the two shifts: midnight at midnight and past 12 noon.)