The Heroine’s Route is Wrong

Suddenly, in September, the Northeast Incident, which shocked China and foreign countries, took place just like the history of Zhao Qingyi's original plane. The original owner was not so impressed with this matter, because at this stage the original owner was just the maid of the young girl Huaichun.

But after this happened, Zhao Qingyi now only feels heartbroken. Even if she holds a golden elephant leg in her hand, she can't do anything to face the trend of Hong Hong's history.

The whole Jianghai was full of anger. At this time, Zhao Qingyi reluctantly closed the office and couldn't help crying, but pretended to be nonchalant when facing everyone.

...

Monday, September 21.

Zhao Qingheng was beaten by Zhao Qingyi at home for the whole weekend. Today, he still managed to get up before coming to school, but found that everyone on the high school campus was shrouded in a downturn.

Suddenly he saw his classmate Wang Chu rushing over and said: "Qingheng, you really got it."

Zhao Qingheng studied very hard because he felt that he was inferior to his sister in every way. Obviously his elder brother should have supported the family, but he understood his academic ability and couldn't take up big things.

Zhao Qingfang and Zhao Qingyang are too young, and even Ms. Wang does not care about her sister because of her limited cognition. She may not understand the changes of her sister, but Zhao Qingheng is the eldest child. He and his sister have played together hand in hand for a long time. That’s why they doubted.

Either the younger sister is no longer a younger sister, but she is definitely not a bad person; or the younger sister has some other unexplainable fortune, not just a question of the Rong family's support.

Zhao Qingheng prefers the latter, because although she has changed a lot, she remembers very clearly what happened when she was a child.

Zhao Qingheng said: "What am I right?"

Wang Chu said: "The foot pot chicken has started. Last time, Teacher Zhou took us to discuss the survival of the country. You said at the meeting,'The global economic crisis, the foot pot machine is also deeply affected in China. It will definitely trigger their wolf ambitions and gamblers. Sexuality. Although the footbowl has denied the "Tanaka Memorial", it must not be believed credulously. You must listen to his words and watch his deeds later.'"

Zhao Qingheng paled and said, "Foot pot chicken... have you done it?"

Wang Chu spread out the newspaper in his hand, and the news of the incident in the Northeast was written impressively on it. Zhao Qingheng couldn't help but feel a surge of blood in his heart. Last year, when Zhao Qingyi went home for dinner, he sometimes talked to their brothers and sisters about the current situation, and opened his eyes, Zhao Qingyi would talk to them about the world situation.

When Teacher Zhou brought his passionate students to discuss last time, Zhao Qingheng explained all of Zhao Qingyi's analysis.

Zhao Qingheng looked at the newspaper, but the information in the newspaper was not detailed, that is, the Nanman-Manchurian Railway was bombed, and the foot pot chicken has sent troops to the northeast. Zhao Qingheng is not Zhao Qingyi. There is only a chill on his back. He feels that this is the full-scale invasion of the flower grower. He can't help but feel confused, the sadness or instinctive fear contained in the confusion.

He wanted to ask his sister very much, but he couldn't leave school now. Zhao Qingheng said, "Let's go to Teacher Zhou!"

Wang Chu also had this intention. Obviously there were many such students on the road, and the students gathered around the door of the office.

Eventually Teacher Zhou Ning walked out, but saw him in his forties, wearing a long gown and thin body, with a solemn face at this time.

"Classmates, go to class!"

Some students below were angry and said: "Foot pot chickens have sent troops to the northeast. What classes are they going to?"

"Yes, Teacher Zhou, is it not enough for our flower planters to be bullied by them?"

"Teacher Zhou, the foot pot chicken is about to fight, if the flower growers can't keep it, we will become slaves to the country!"

"We must unite, we must protest against imperialism!"

"We have to protest and swear not to be subjugated!"

"We organized classmates from other schools to take to the streets to protest together, vowing to protect the flower planters to the death!"

When you say something to me, students, Zhou Ning can't help crying, but he understands that he needs to hold back.

Suddenly two tall and thin male students squeezed. After one of the students showed anger, he said to the students who were going to protest: "What is the use of protest? If protest is useful, our flower planters will not let it go. People are bullied! Since ancient times, the world has been conquered by military force, and power has emerged from the barrel of the gun. Flower growers have no shortage of protests. They protested during the Paris Peace Conference. Is it useful?"

Everyone sees that it is Zhao Qingheng, a boy from a wealthy family. Although there are quite a few people from the upper middle class in our high school, there are still very few people who are as rich as Zhao Qingheng's.

A student said: "Zhao Qingheng, protesting is useless, can you just sit back and wait for it?"

Another student said: "Yes, Zhao Qingheng, you are afraid, we are not afraid, I am not afraid that the Republic of China government wants to arrest me and go to jail!"

Zhao Qingheng remembered the political and military lessons he was often taught by his sister, and couldn't help saying: "You are in jail, and the government can still look at you. Aren't you wasting the country's public resources? Is it great that you wasting your own country's public resources? Will the chicken be afraid that you will waste your country’s police resources? Every bite you eat in prison is not created by you, but farmers’ hard work. You waste the fruits of farmers’ labor. Do you do your best for the country? The way to save the country does not rely on protests, but to prosper the country and strengthen the army. What is needed is talents. If you want to save the country, you must become such talents who can prosper the country and strengthen the army! How easy it is to take a walk in protest, When the flower growers need us to guard, can our hands shoot the foot pot chicken? If we kill the foot pot chicken, can our hands create wealth to enrich the devastated flower grower? Our knowledge and ability can give us confidence Do you straighten up in front of foreigners?"

At this moment, Zhao Qingheng's mind flashed through what his sister had said when she was impassioned, and her eyes were also moist.

The students couldn't help being stunned. Even Wang Chu was stunned to look at Zhao Qingheng. He didn't expect his friend to say such a thing. At this moment, Teacher Zhou Ning approached and patted Zhao Qingheng on the shoulder.

Zhou Ning sighed and said: "Classmates, all go back to the classroom, Zhao Qingheng is right. Your protests will not save the Northeast, but every bit of what you learn at school is the growth of our flower planter. Strength."

Suddenly a girl in a blue cheongsam stepped forward and said with tears: "Teacher, but we are sad!"

"Yes, teacher, why does the foot pot chicken bully us like this?"

"Yes, in ancient times, we were their teachers..."

In this era, there are countless enthusiastic students, their eyes are red, with the innocence and innocence of a young man.

Zhou Ning nodded his head to express his understanding, and could not help taking off his glasses, with moist eyes, and sighed: "If we fall behind, we will be beaten. They bully us because our family of flower growers is not rich now, the army is not strong, we do not have industry, and we are backward. Agricultural country."

The students felt even more uncomfortable. A female teacher came over and softly persuaded: "Students, let's go back to class first, okay?"

The dozens of students present were all students of the "Reading Club" under the guidance of Zhou Ning. They were the most radical. The female teacher was named Xu and Jin, and she often went to their book clubs to give pointers. Several female students have a close relationship with Xu Jin, and Teacher Xu is also a teacher and sister to them.

With Zhou Ning's and Xu Jin's advice and Zhao Qingheng's words just now, the students calmed down. At this time, they went back in a complicated mood.

"Qingheng." Zhou Ning stopped him.

Zhao Qingheng turned around: "Ms. Zhou."

Zhou Ning patted him on the shoulder and said, "You are fine. You used to speak at the book club, but now it seems that the words have come to an end."

Zhao Qingheng sighed, "How can I be so sharp? My sister said that she is always smarter than others..."

Xu Jin flicked a glint in her eyes and asked, "Your sister? You mean that...Ms. Zhao who founded Qingdai Cosmetics Company?"

Zhao Qingheng nodded and sighed: "My younger sister is much better than me. She is always right. She said... We always have a battle with the foot pot chicken, which cannot be avoided."

Xu Jin asked: "Miss Zhao...does you also care about national affairs?"

Zhao Qingheng said: "She cares more than anyone."

Xu Jin smiled and said, "How old is your sister?"

"Sixteen years old."

...

When Zhao Qingheng came home from school, Zhao Qingyi hadn't come back, so Huo Fei called back and asked the family not to wait for her to eat.

It was not until nine o'clock in the evening that Zhao Qingyi arrived home, physically and mentally exhausted, Zhao Qingheng and the middle school student Zhao Qingfang, who also knew the news, left the room.

"Sister, the foot pot chicken has started." Zhao Qingheng has always wanted to hear what his sister said, because he is also very confused in his heart. It would be a lie to say that he is not afraid of his country falling into war.

Zhao Qingfang looked at her baffledly, Zhao Qingyi nodded faintly, and said, "I see."

Zhao Qingfang asked: "Sister, will the foot pot chicken hit the river?"

Zhao Qingyi felt very sad and said, "You always have to fight, but Qingfang, you are still young. You can do great things in the future by studying hard, understand?"

Zhao Qingheng said: "If they fully attack, can we still hold it?"

Zhao Qingyi said: "The final victory must be us, so we must stay calm, learn more, and stay useful. Don't waste time doing ineffective things."

Zhao Qingheng said: "Now the students are very excited."

Zhao Qingyi said: "It was originally a troubled autumn. Now that it is not good for me, you still need to forbear it. You are only students. Do your job well. Now it is useless to think more. Although you have ambitions and local wars are unavoidable, you are in this world. , You can still get a temporary peace, seize the opportunity, and learn more useful things."

"Our army will resist the foot pot chicken, right?"

Zhao Qingyi chuckled softly. That person had lost Fengtian the day before yesterday, and hundreds of thousands were afraid of 20,000. He didn't even know that he was so lucky. The news of success was sent back to the country. All were pleasantly surprised, and he strengthened his determination to invade in an all-round way.

Zhao Qingyi knew the passion of the teenagers in their hearts, and was worried that they did not have a big vision, so he was exhausted and patiently explained the current situation with them.

"General Zhang also had a family feud with the footbowl. Since inheriting his father's position, he has always adopted a non-cooperative attitude with the footbowl. He overhauled the railway near the NM railway controlled by the footbowl, and used price wars to bring down the NM railway group and let They are in economic trouble. The Kwantung Army in the Northeast certainly has a sense of crisis, so it looks for an opportunity to start a war. Nowadays, the civil war is not ending, the Jianghuai River is flooded, and the international environment is not good. The foot pot chicken is originally a gambler, so they started. Blew up the NM railway by himself, under the pretext that the Northeast Army did it, and launched an offensive..."

"Did we beat them back?"

"no."

"..."

Zhao Qingyi patiently explained that she didn't feel that hiding from them would make them sensible. Instead, she explained everything clearly so that they could understand better.

She kept talking for an hour, and repeatedly confessed that they shouldn't do unnecessary things now.

It was eleven o’clock when Zhao Qingyi returned to the room. She was sitting in the bathtub and taking a shower. Sometimes she really wanted to put down everything in her hands and head north, but at this time, even if she held a hundred thousand soldiers in her hand, she could temporarily repel the chicken. A thorn in the eye. Besides, she didn't have a hundred thousand soldiers, let alone war materials.