Chapter 15 Chapter fifteen

The next day, Gao Qingshan got up very early, took a walk in the courtyard, picked up the rotten bricks, and then woke up the mango seeds at the window.Mangzhong put on his clothes and ran out. Gao Qingshan said, "Your gun!" "No, I forgot about it again!" Mang Zhong ran into the house with a smile, carried the gun out, and said, "I'm not used to this thing. If I were at home, I would get up early and go to the field, and I would never forget the small sickle and hoe. No, it’s already tucked in my waist.” Gao Qingshan lifted a piece of white ash on the rotten brick, drew a few circles on the opposite screen wall, took the gun, made a pose for Mangzhong, and told him the function of the ruler and front sight, the action of reloading the bullet and shooting, Said: "Every day, when you wake up in the morning, practice aiming; at night, learn culture. Put your heart into these two aspects, and don't keep thinking about feeding animals and fetching water!"

Mangzhong practiced for a while and said: "Fetching water? Who knows where the well is here? I don't even have any water to wash my face in the morning!" Gao Qingshan said: "Let's go to the mobilization meeting!" Gao Qingshan walked in front, and Mang Zhong followed behind with a gun on his back.Today is a big fair in the city, and there are already many people on the street.Gao Qingshan walked casually, squeezed his way through the crowd, stopped and stopped to give way.Mangzhong felt that his superior was not imposing enough. If it was Gao Scar, the people in front would have already turned into an alley if they saw it from afar.He didn't want to meet the folks going to the market in Ziwu Town, let them see how boring it is?

The mobilization meeting will be in the old Education Bureau.It's early enough to have dinner here.The courtyard is full of square tables and benches, and the tables are full of blue flower thick porcelain bowls and newly unpacked red bamboo and wooden chopsticks.The two big cabinets are bloated and sidelined, and the school is dry, and the school is empty. The mouth, squeezed in and out, is full of people with rice bowls.Li Peizhong also woke up early, groomed neatly, standing on the high steps in the main hall, frowning.Seeing Gao Qingshan coming, he ran over and said with a small smile, "Look at this scene, it doesn't look like porridge? They all came to eat the mobilization meal. No one can tell which village Qingjing is from."

"That's good," Gao Qingshan said. "Being able to come here to eat this bowl of rice means that you have the intention to resist the Japanese. Now, the main thing is to lead and assign them work!" "What kind of work?" Li Peizhong said, "Put down the rice bowl and wipe your mouth and leave. Look at that, don't you?" Gao Qingshan saw a few people push their rice bowls away after eating, patted and slapped, talked and laughed and went out to go to the market.He said: "This is because we haven't established a working system. Let's go to the house and study it!"

Li Peizhong led Gao Qingshan into the hall, turned back to Mangzhong and said with a smile, "Go and eat some hot steamed buns, I'm used to eating three meals at home, I'm afraid I'm already hungry!" When they entered the house, Mangzhong went to the big cabinet and grabbed three hot cherries? Holding it in my hand, I squatted on the steps to eat, and the sun was very warm.He raised his head abruptly, and saw a figure flashing at the gate, very much like Chun'er.I ran outside the door and saw that Chun'er was carrying a small bundle, hiding behind the stone lion, wearing new clothes, and scratched his hair on the road.Mangzhong hurriedly said, "Are you here for the market?"

"I brought you shoes!" Chun'er said in a low voice, "Just take a look at the excitement of the anti-Japanese war in the city!" "Haven't you had breakfast?" Go inside and eat some! " "I'm not going, people call it food?" Chun'er said with a smile. "Anyone can eat it, this is the meal for our mobilization meeting!" Mangzhong pulled her in, and Chun'er said: "Wait, there's one more person! Come on, Brother Bianji!" Standing over there was a tall, slender middle-aged man in a robe, with a very gentle manner.Chun'er said to Mangzhong: "Do you know him? He is from Wulongtang. He can play the flute and draw pictures. He came to seek advice from my brother-in-law!"

Mangzhong brought them in and sat down at a square table. Chun'er looked at the people coming out and going in, twisting her body and blushing, embarrassed.Mangzhong went into the kitchen and said, "Master, here are two more bowls of vegetable soup. The detachment leader has two guests!" The sweaty chef, seeing the mang seeds in full armor, said: "Take it, comrade, there is plenty in the cauldron! Don't mention whether the captain is the captain or not. In our situation, no matter who is there, he will have a ration when he enters the door!" Two bowls of vegetables were full of mango seeds, and a bunch of cherries were caught. Are you happy to slaughter cattle?

It's like entertaining guests.Chun'er was very happy and said: "How about it? It's better to resist the Japanese, otherwise, why do you eat white rice all day long? BR> Mangzhong said with a smile: "The food here is pretty good, but it's just that the kang is a bit cold when you sleep at night!" Chuner said: "You must talk to my brother-in-law and find something for this brother!" "That's easy," Mang Zhong agreed, "Now is the time to employ people!" "Otherwise I wouldn't come," the man named Bianji said slowly, "I feel that I have some specialties, and it's a pity that they are buried. When the country employs people, I should contribute them!"

As he spoke, he stood up, took out a scroll from his pocket, and opened it on the square table. They were four ink paintings. He carefully held down the four corners and showed them to Mangzhong, asking for guidance.Mangzhong flipped through the pages and said, "This painting is very good. It is very detailed. It would be even better with some color. But, can this thing also resist the Japanese?" "Why can't we resist the Japanese?" Bianji blushed, "This is propaganda work!" Mangzhong hurriedly said: "I don't understand this, it's not that the detachment leader is here, ask him to take a look!"

Gao Qingshan came out of the hall, and Li Peizhong followed behind with a red leather notebook with a smile.Chun'er asked Mang Zhong in a low voice: "Isn't that the daughter-in-law of Da Blind Tian? Didn't she follow Gao Xiang? Why is she with my brother-in-law again?" Before Mangzhong answered, the man named Bianji picked up the painting and went up to him. He said, "Do you still recognize me, Qingshan?" Gao Qingshan took a quick look and said with a smile: "Why don't you know me, you are Brother Bianji!" "I think you'll forget about me a long time ago," Bianji said happily, "You have really good eyesight!"

"Are you here to go to the market, or do you have something to do?" Gao Qingshan pulled him to sit down. "It's okay, who ran eighteen miles to go to the market, I'm here to find you." Bianji said and opened the painting again, "I have such a little handicraft, see if you can use it here?" Gao Qingshan looked at the four paintings carefully and said: "Your paintings are more advanced than before. The anti-Japanese work needs art talents. In the future, you should stop painting these insects and birds, and draw some anti-Japanese stories." "That's natural." Bianji said, "I want you to see it first. If I can draw this, I can also draw other things, such as manga. I'm currently studying manga." As he spoke, he took out another small scroll from his arms, on which was a big fat man who was blind in one eye, with his butt pouted, and another thin old man, with his neck raised, squatting below. When Mangzhong saw it, he clapped his hands and jumped up, saying: "This is good, this portrait, this is Tian Daxiazi and Lao Jiang. Isn't this a black post on the streets of Ziwu Town this year in hot weather? I dare say you drew it !" Li Peizhong glanced at it, then pulled Chun'er aside to talk about organizing women to save the National Assembly. "How have you been living these past few years?" Gao Qingshan carefully scrolled the picture for him and asked. "Since you left, I have been a painter again." Bianji said, "The number of temples has been reduced in recent years, so I will paint screen walls for others, stars on doors and windows, and lanterns to hang on New Year's Day. Nian is like a beggar. That day I heard that you were back, so I went to the embankment, but you left again. I think you have become a high-ranking official, and you should have forgotten about us poor people. Go back!" "What are you talking about?" Gao Qingshan said with a smile, "How can I forget the comrades who have fought together and shared life and death together?" "Did you forget?" Bianji stood up and said loudly, "Wait, there are people outside!" "Who else is there?" Gao Qingshan asked. Changji says: "In our area, the old people from ten years ago have all come. Tell me to make a scout. They are all waiting for letters in Xiguan Gao's store. I will call them!" Gao Qingshan said with a smile: "They have come a long way, let me and you go see them!" Talking, the two walked to the street, Mang Zhong followed behind, and Chun'er also caught up. It was the bustling market at noon, and they squeezed for a long time before they left the west gate and arrived at Gaojiadian. In the sunny field in front of the big straw curtain door of the main guest room, a large group of old folks wearing black and blue coarse cloth shorts and jackets stood. Here, some are older, whom Gao Qingshan knew, and some are younger, whose names he couldn't remember for a while.Ten years ago in a long-term worker's house, the scene of rioting peasants gathering flashed continuously before his eyes.He went up, held hands with them, and asked Holly. Those people surrounded him and said: "We thought your yamen gate was too big to get in, and it still looked the same, so we came back to see us!" And said: "Being the captain of the detachment, why is it still so cold and bitter, not even wearing a cloak? Just such a follower? You give the order, we will serve as your bodyguard, wherever you go, there will be no mistakes!" Gao Qingshan said: "It's still the same as we were back then, not for Shipai, but for fighting Japan. I hope that the folks are still as brave as before, and get organized as soon as possible! " "It is necessary to organize!" People yelled loudly, "But you have to lead, others will lead, if you don't follow your heart, we will not do it!" "It's my leader!" Gao Qingshan said with a smile. "That's OK!" people say, "We just believe you!" Gao Qingshan said: "Right now, we need to organize a group of workers, peasants, women's youths to resist Japan and save the country. When you go back to the village, organize the peasant association first!" "We have colluded for a long time, and all those with less than 30 mu of land will participate." People said. "Don't limit it to 30 acres," Gao Qingshan said. "The organization should be larger. Those who can resist the Japanese will be brought in. Now it is a united front." "We all recommend Uncle Sihai to be the director," people said, "but he doesn't want to. I don't know why he is not active at this point in the field. People in our village hope that you will go back and give a speech and call us Understand clearly, and mobilize your father too!" Gao Qingshan promised to go back some time, and the people left. Gao Qingshan and Mangzhong sent them all the way.