Chapter 25 Chapter Twenty-Five

It was just an ordinary Sunday in Beijing, May 4, 1919, a cool and windy day with slightly fewer clouds than most springs in northern China. At 1:30 p.m., more than 3,000 students gathered in Tiananmen Square.Most of them wore the garb of a previous generation of literati: padded jackets and silk gowns, some with Western bowler hats.Representatives of thirteen colleges and universities made a fuss in Kyoto, and the last ones to arrive were student leaders from Peking University.Because they were dissuaded by the police and the Ministry of Education, they actually delayed their arrival. A mass meeting was held in the square. The news was announced at Peking University last night. Zhao Jike and his Zhejiang fellow Shao Piaoping attended the rally.News from Europe warned the Chinese that Tsingtao, the main port in Shandong province and the German naval base since 1897, was in danger of being handed over to Japan.The secret agreement between France, Britain, and Japan shocked and humiliated the Chinese youth who were kept in the dark.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the parade students set off for the foreign embassy area. Hang Jiaping, a seventeen-year-old boy from Jiangnan, followed him excitedly. He lost a shoe in a hurry, and he didn't care to pick it up. Throat congested, eyes watering.He and his friends held a placard with the slogan "Give me back Qingdao".Tears welled up in their eyes when they distributed leaflets titled "Manifesto for All Students in Beijing," which made them choked up and unable to speak in the face of public appeals. Only eight days later, Hang Jiahe, who was also only 17 years old, also appeared in the public sports field by the lakeside of Hangzhou holding a slogan.The content of his slogan is called "Boycott Japanese goods", which is exactly the same as the one raised by Jiaping in Beijing.

Hang Jiahe, who was already studying at Zhejiang No. 1 Normal School, became a student leader and a new activist among the more than 3,000 students in 14 schools in Hangzhou.And Hang Jiaping, who has always had the desire to help the world and has a strong desire to be a leader, is willing to be a drop of water in the ocean of youth in the far north. One year before Jiahe entered the "First Division", Mr. Li Shutong, who taught art and music, had already retired to the mountain.On the playground of the first division, Jiahe and his classmates sang "Outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass is green and the sky is green", watching the tall and slow-talking principal Jing Hengyi walking back and forth , my heart is filled with a mysterious and fresh atmosphere that is completely incompatible with teahouses and teahouses.He began to write vernacular poems, draw body sketches, receive lectures on various doctrines, and did work-study programs at school.One of his classmate in Cixi lent him the "Diary of Yiji's Inspection of Yinxi Tea and Soil" written by Zheng Shibiao, which was his family, and it aroused the interest of this May Fourth youth who loved natural science.

He knew nothing about Zheng Shiheng before.All I know is that in 1905, Zhou Bo, the Nanyang minister of the Qing government at that time and the governor of Liangjiang, sent him, along with translators, secretaries, tea directors, tea workers, etc., to India and Ceylon to investigate the tea industry. There is a passage in the small volume of Xi Tea Soil Diary, which greatly appreciates Hang Jiahe, saying: "... If Chinese black tea is not improved, it will never be exported in the future. Inexpensive, Westerners are used to it... ·The printing of tin tea is partly due to the convenience of the mechanism, and partly due to the right time and place. Looking closely at the old-fashioned manufacturing methods in my country, the factory numbers are scattered, the business conditions are scattered, and the transportation is rough and stagnant. All kinds of reasons lead to the effect of ebb and flow."

Jiahe sang and sighed while reading, the ebb and flow of China and the West, not only the tea industry, it is really the ebb and flow of national power. His father, Hang Tianzui, turned the former study into a Zen room at home. He drank tea and meditated in it when he had nothing to do. He also named the Zen room "Huamu Shenfang".Jiahe didn't have much time to think about his father's generation - in the past, his father was so lively and worried that the world would not be chaotic.It seemed that he was closer and more cordial to tea than he is now. Seeing Zheng Shisun's book on the mahogany table, Hang Tianzui pointed at it and said, "I know this man. Four years before the liberation, the Jiangnan Tea Plantation Office was built in Pilidong, Nanjing."

However, the Jiangnan Tea Plantation Office established by Zheng Shiheng in Perakia ceased operations after the 1911 Revolution.Until 1914, the Commercial Department of the Ministry of Agriculture and Commerce of the Beiyang government converted the Hubei Yangloudong Demonstration Field into a test field.At the same time, a man named Zhu Wenjing in Yunnan became the first Chinese to go to Japan to learn tea technology; in 1915, the Beiyang government established an Anhui demonstration plantation of the Ministry of Agriculture and Commerce in Pingli Village, Nanxiang, Qimen, Anhui; In 1919, Zhejiang Agricultural School sent Wu Juenong and others from Shangyu to Japan to learn tea.

Hang Tianzui, a native of Hangzhou, is not completely unaware of the arrival of this technological era of modern Chinese tea industry.He once wrote a letter to Zhao Jike who was teaching in Beijing, hoping that he would send Jiaping to study abroad if possible.Zhao Jike sent an urgent letter to find out about Jiaping's whereabouts.It turned out that since Jiaping got acquainted with a group of anarchists, he never returned to Zhao's apartment for three days.After the outbreak of the May Fourth Movement, he simply disappeared.When Shen Luai heard this, she shouted and screamed anxiously. As Shen Luai grew older, her personality became more and more anxious, and Hang Tianzui's personality became more and more silent. They just walked on opposite paths. .The more Shen Luai yelled, the more Hang Tianzui disdained to talk to her.It wasn't until she was tired that she said, "What's your name? Just ask Jiahe, I don't understand everything!"

Sure enough, Jiahe had received a letter from Jiaping. He was leaving Beijing for Hangzhou, determined to be a torch of "movement". Jiahe was wearing a long gown with rolled up sleeves. When eating, he was turbulent, talking too much and quickly, with an expression that the world had been entrusted to them.He even looked a little theatrical as he was overwhelmed by excitement he had never felt before.He walked in and out, always carrying an ax in his hand, and his eyes changed from being drunk like his father's, to bright and radiant.At a glance, even the eyes become bigger.Holding the sharp ax proudly, he said: "We are making wooden cages, and whoever dares to sell Japanese goods will be asked to stand in the wooden cage and parade in the streets!" The eldest son said: "You don't need to look for me, I have Japanese goods in my house, you just burn them."

Jiacao held a pile of clothes and said, "Mom said these are all clothes made of Japanese materials, what should I do?" Jiahe said: "Our family can't have these, Jiacao, quickly bring the pair of Japanese-made leather shoes under my bed!" Jiacao said: "I remember these shoes were given by my uncle, you have a pair, and dad has a pair." Jiahe looked at Tianzui and remained silent.Hang Tianzui frowned, and waved his hand: "I said I didn't want it before, and it will be quiet after I take it away." Just as she was talking, Lu Ai came out carrying an old wicker box, opened it, and found handkerchiefs, straw sandals, socks, towels, soap, medicines, shoes... a lot of things in a mess.Lu Ai went to the Lakeside Stadium to watch the excitement, so her patriotic enthusiasm suddenly rose. Wearing a single cloth and a small vest, she was still sweating, and said, "There are many things, but they are all left by leaves."

Jiacao was curious, and rummaged through the box. After a rummage, she found the Song Dynasty tea bowl that had been broken in half and given to the Hang family. Jiacao didn't know it was a rare thing, picked it up with one hand and held it up high and said: "What kind of broken Japanese black bowl, I smashed it!" With that said, he threw it out.After all, it is a treasure, and God blesses it. When it struck from the air, Jiahe caught it like a football with sharp eyesight and quick hands, and just caught it in his arms, so he said: "This is a domestic product, not an oriental product. I went to Dongyang earlier, and now I’m back. Jiaping and I each got half, and kept it as an antique, dad, what do you think?”

Dad glanced at him, without any expression on his face, and said, "What is the difference between you and me? People are different, but things are the same." Jiahe's face immediately flushed sensitively, and he blurted out: "What do you mean, it's an honor to save those oriental goods for the Chinese to use?" Hang Tianzui's eyelids were really opened by Jiahe's never-before-speaking tone, his sleepy eyes lit up for a moment, then dimmed again, before he said: "I'm not interesting, I've been boring for a long time." He He picked up an umbrella in front of the door and threw it over, "Burn them all, and keep them out of sight." After that, he went into the study by himself. Jiahe and Jiacao looked at each other, and Jiahe asked, "What's the matter, didn't dad hate the Japanese for bullying the Chinese? That's why he and Haneda fell out." Lu Ai handed the wicker box of Japanese goods to Jiahe, and said, "Don't bother with your father, this matter should have been in the past, he was already busy lighting the fire himself." Jiahe and Jiacao lowered their heads, they thought of Xiaocha, their biological mother who committed suicide three years ago.Since then, Dad has never slowed down, and he has no particular interest in anything. When Jiahe thought of his mother, he felt a little depressed for a moment, holding an ax in his hand, not knowing what to do.When he raised his head again, he couldn't help being ecstatic, and at the same time blushed because of the sudden surprise. Jiacao yelled, "Second Brother, Second Brother..." Wearing a student uniform and a student hat, Hang Jiaping walked over step by step, slowly raised his fist, and punched his elder brother hard on his left shoulder, greeting him in a distinctive northern way: " Dude, what, don't you know?" He took off his hat. The eldest brother also laughed, grabbed the elder brother's hand and said, "Go, see daddy!" The two brothers walked into Hang Tianzui's study with arrogance.Hang Tianzui was calmly practicing calligraphy in lower case when Jiaping called out, "Father, I'm back." Hang Tianzui looked at the second son, who was taller than the eldest son, with broad shoulders and thin waist, broad forehead and straight nose, and his spirit was high, something surged in his heart, and he suppressed it. "I'm back." He said lightly, then licked the inkstone with a brush.He gave a rare smile and said, "Have you seen your mother in the backcourt? She is buying and packing. It's okay, go and help." "Why are you all right? I'm so busy that I lost my throat." The father wore a long gown, inspected the son in the school uniform from the beginning to the end, and said, "Why, you also went to burn the Zhaojialou?" "How can I burn it? It was Fu Sinian, Yang Zhensheng, Luo Jialun and Xu De who took the lead. I followed behind and almost got caught by the police." "I heard that Zhang Zongxiang and his mistress were beaten up by you?" the eldest son interjected. "Hey, until the police arrived, he was still playing dead." Hang Jiaping spit angrily in his father's clean place without hesitation, "Bah! What a pity, the three traitors, Lu Zongyu Haining People, Zhang Zongxiang from Huzhou, and two from Zhejiang, what a shame!" "What shame? You have already been expelled from the clan." Father took a sip of tea and said. "Father, you also know?" Jiahe asked happily, "You also care about this?" "I don't care, so I don't know?" His father gave him a sideways glance, "Your uncle wrote to your mother from Huzhou that they and Zhang Zongxiang are probably related." "Unlucky, unlucky, unlucky!" Jiaping stomped his feet, and his father suddenly remembered something and asked, "What are you doing when you come back? Didn't you just say that you have previewed your homework and you want to go to Peking University?" "Father, in the whole of China now, which student is still studying at ease? They all ran out to save Shandong! Father, the rise and fall of the country is everyone's responsibility!" While the May 4th Movement changed the pattern of China, it also changed the pattern of interpersonal relationships in Wangyou Tea House.In the days when Beijing was promoting Hangzhou, it was impossible for the Hang family not to be Jiaping promoting Jiahe.In the early summer when a bright moon in West Lake rises as scheduled, the content under the bright moon has completely changed. The elder brother is thin, with long eyes, subtle and profound eyes, sitting quietly on the stone bench, always looking confused. My younger brother is tall.Broad frame, thick eyebrows and big eyes, smart and active, looking forward to flying.My younger brother is constantly talking, propagating, agitating, and working as an unconscious seeder for the New Culture Movement.In the years to come, he will continue to teach others in this way.He preached, he called, he shouted, unto death.And the other kind of people listens, cheers, raises their hands, agrees or disagrees, and there must be his brother in it. "Have you read the City Paper?" "I've seen it. The British did it in Shanghai." "Have you seen the plane introduced above?" "I have seen it, it bombed the Forbidden City." "I heard the sound of the bomb dropped on the Forbidden City. I was in Beihai that day." "Hangzhou knows this, and it caused a sensation all over the country Great news." "And Lenin?" "You mean the Russian radical party? There are pictures of murder and arson, and Lenin looks very "I don't believe it. If I don't do or see everything, I don't believe it." "You want to go to Russia?" "I miss you?" "I want to go everywhere!" "Excuse me! How bold." "I'll go with you!" A girl's voice.It was Jiacao, who brought snacks to the two elder brothers. "Do you know where we are going?" The brothers laughed. "Wherever you go, I will go." "You still do your embroidery?" Jiaping said, "We have transformed the world, enjoy it." "How old is that?" You come Jiaping shouted: "How many years, who can wait for how many years? How many years until you get married?" Jia Cao stretched out her plain hand to hit her second brother: "Second brother is bad, second brother is bad!" "What's wrong, when you get married, the social security is very good. You must be very happy. Brother, don't you think so?" "Definitely." The eldest brother nodded without hesitation, affirming this prophecy that he hadn't even thought about, turned his face and asked, "Do you read "New Youth"?" "Why don't you read, the most important article." "Then have you met Chen Duxiu?" "Why haven't I seen them? I have seen Chen Duxiu, Li Dadao, Cai Yuanpei, and Hu Shizhi. Sometimes they came to find Mr. Zhao, and sometimes Mr. Zhao took me to find them." When the elder brother was silent again, the surprise was greater than the panic for a while, and the panic was greater than the surprise for a while.For the first time, he discovered that his spiritual and intellectual elder brother status had actually been handed over to his elder brother who had been away for several years.He was unavoidably jealous, but his natural generosity and spiritual self-consciousness tended to be noble, which made him admire and admire his half-brother from the bottom of his heart.He thought, how can I share this world with Jiaping?First of all, we need to open our horizons, run out of the tiny place of West Lake, and go to the vast space, shout!crazy!Seek freedom and science!Like Jiaping, he also got to know many great celebrities——Chen Duxiu, Liu Bannong, Qian Xuantong, Li Dazhai... He thought of this great scholar, and stomped on the ground with the ax he had been holding in his hand, The handle of the ax trembled, and the mouth of the ax plunged into the mud.Then, he crossed one hand and gestured with the other, reciting: "The torrent of great reality is always flowing from the beginningless reality to the endless reality. Our self and our life will always be in line with all the currents of life. With the torrent of great reality, we think it will expand and continue, Think forward and turn, think development. Therefore, reality is power, and life is flow." When the younger brother rushed over and hugged the elder brother's shoulders, shook vigorously, and shouted: "From the youthful me now, kill the youthful me of the past; promote the youthful me of today, and give up the youthful me of tomorrow." They laughed out loud at the same time, as if they had connected to the connection signal.Because they immediately understood that they were not only siblings, but also comrades in the same trench. Then, without further ado, Jiaping asked, "Is the door panel on our house?" Jiahe knew that what the elder brother meant was that the tea house participated in the strike.He curled his lips and said, "The tea shop is now acting as a boss. He refuses to close the door and stop the market, saying that our tea is an authentic domestic product. Now that the spring tea has just come out, it is going to stop the market. Isn't it a loss? He After talking like this, Dad and Mom didn't talk anymore." "What about you?" Jiaping became domineering, "Can't you tell them that Shandong is going to be eaten by their Japanese guys, and we still feel sorry for this little bit of spring tea?" "I said it," Jiahe quickly argued, "They didn't listen. They said, we welcome the persuasion to use domestic products and oppose Japanese products. But tea is an authentic domestic product. If we can't eat Japanese tea, we don't want to eat it." Yes. But Chinese people want to eat their own tea, why don’t Chinese people sell it?” Jiaping was so angry that he used the palm of his right hand to resist the fist of his left hand, and said: "The rise and fall of the country is everyone's responsibility. My compatriots wake up quickly, and the whole of China is turned upside down. What's the point if you don't eat a few mouthfuls of spring tea? People from Hangzhou Knowing how to eat and eat, no wonder eating has become a capital of subjugation." Hang Jiaping sat in the bright place in the courtyard where the light slanted. He danced and danced like a river, and the shadow reflected on the ground was big and black.The idea of ​​a huge extraterrestrial armed him, making him a giant in the eyes of others.Now, everyone treats him differently. How much Lu Ai wanted to hug her dear son, as she did when the child was young, hug him tightly, grab him like a lifeline, and never let go.She was so happy to hear that her son would not be going to Beijing for the time being.But the son didn't want to keep this joy for a little longer, he insisted that his mother go to the door to stop the market. "We sell Chinese products! Doesn't it mean that all the tea in the world is produced in China? Can't it be done without the door panel?" "No!" said the son firmly. "Speak to your father!" Lu Ai didn't want her son to despair with her, so she pushed Tianzui out. "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country." Jiaping walked into Huamu Shenfang, and said straight to the point to his father, and his father responded without hesitation: "You mean that the country is now dying. And I I'm not willing to do my duty?" These sharp words made Jiaping, who hadn't seen his father for three years, choke for a moment.In his mind, the nervous, soft-hearted, cowardly father suddenly disappeared. The elder brother, Jiahe, quickly smoothed things over: "Brother, what I mean is that students are on strike, workers are on strike, and businessmen are on strike. This is the general trend right now." Hang Tianzui pushed away the chair, threw the brush, walked around the room with his hands behind his back, and said: "I know what you are going to say to me, you are going to strike the market, you are going to shut the door, right? Your father and I are also Chinese. Man, I don’t care about money. I’m leaving the shopkeeper alone. It’s your mother and your uncle who worked hard. They don’t care about money. Why do I care about money?” He got a little angry and said, “It’s not that you don’t know, Hang Tian You can build another Wangyou tea house with the big cigarette money you get drunk. Who do you think I am!" Hang Tianzui didn't even talk much in the past few years, but suddenly, he said such a series of words, which made Jiahe feel uneasy, so he stopped talking back.But Jiaping is someone who has seen the big world, and he has also learned to speak fluently with Zhao Jike in the past few years, and he is not afraid of anything when soldiers come to cover up water and earth.I was stunned by my father's few words just now, but now that I have regained my strength, I announced: "Listen to his words and watch his deeds. I went all the way south. Everywhere I went, workers and businessmen went on strike. It has become a trend. Why did you come to Hangzhou? Even a tea plantation as big as ours won’t go on strike? Don’t we need to care about the fate of other industries because Japanese tea doesn’t infringe on the interests of our tea plantations? Reasoning like this, what the Japanese want is Shandong, which is different from ours in Zhejiang. What's the point, let them cut it off, won't it be enough?" Now, it was the father's turn to know the second son who hadn't seen him for three years.He still vaguely remembered that it was the eldest son who handed him the rope, the second son pressed his feet, and Zhao Jike tied him to the bed before quitting opium. It was not easy for a son.The son should not be underestimated, sooner or later the son will climb up to the head of the father. He thought for a while, calmed down, and said, "Come with me." The father, the hands-off shopkeeper who opened the tea house, took his two passionate sons out of his study room, across the yard, into the alley, and into the back garden.There is a small side door in the garden. Open the door and you will see the gable on the right side of Wangyoulou Mansion. At this moment, along the gable, there are still rickshaws lined up next to each other. Go forward along the rickshaw, turn left, and it is still a car, always Go forward until you stop by the gate of the tea house. Hang Tianzui said. "did you see it?" The sons replied, "I see." Hang Tianzui said, "What are they all for?" The sons replied: "They came to my tea house to queue up to buy spring tea." Hang Tianzui said, "Do I have the nerve to close the door?" Jiahe opened his mouth, feeling a bit uncomfortable to answer, so he fell silent.But Jiaping asked his father strangely: "Why are you embarrassed to close the door—is it more important to drink spring tea or return my Qingdao?" Finally, my father got impatient and yelled: "Tell them these great principles! See if you can make any sense! Don't think that the whole world is full of people like you who are spouting blood. He drinks his tea, and ordinary people will always be the same. Eat, sleep, drink tea, everything is indispensable. Don't touch the bluestone with eggs, don't believe in cash!" "Spend what you spend now!" Jiaping didn't agree with his father at all, and ran up in a few steps.The elder brother Jiahe glanced at his father, then ignored him and hurriedly followed.Jiaping, a newborn calf, stepped onto a rickshaw parked at the gate of the tea house in one stride.He finally had a chance to speak out like those students at Peking University. All the citizens who were patiently queuing up to taste the new Longjing tea were dumbfounded by a young man in a black school uniform, a school cap, and a plaid scarf around his neck.He roared, and a skinny young man in a long gown beside the rickshaw echoed: "Fate of the nation, everyone is responsible!" "Fate of the nation, everyone is responsible!" "Struggle for national power abroad, punish national traitors at home!" "Struggle for national power abroad, punish national traitors at home!" "Market strike, boycott Japanese goods!" "Market strike, boycott Japanese goods!" The two shouted one after another for a while, and the citizens no longer found it awkward.Because of this, students gave speeches in Gonggaoqiao, Wulinmen, Lakeside and other places, and there were also "Association for Persuading the Use of Domestic Products" and "Association for Inspection of Japanese Products" walking on the streets.The citizens are also patriotic. They read the newspaper every day and know that someone is betraying the country, and everyone wants to denounce it.Therefore, after the slogan was shouted, some people raised their hands. Jiaping stood on the rickshaw, seeing so many people coming and going staring at him, he felt very good about himself.He let go of his throat and began to talk: "My compatriots, you already know that Qingdao, the main port of Shandong Province and the German naval base since 1897, has been agreed to be handed over to Japan by the traitorous government, and the relationship between France, Britain and Japan China has also made a secret agreement on this. Seeing that our Chinese own land, but others have to take a knife, and cut off any piece of land they want. How can there be such a reason in the world? Not only does the government not speak for the people , not only did not dare to protect our own territory, but also secretly sent a note to the Japanese, cut up the meat in private and sent it up. Are we Chinese still living like Chinese? My compatriots, compatriots, the survival of China depends on this Lift it! The land of China can be conquered but not destroyed! The people of China can be killed but not bowed down! The country is destroyed, compatriots, rise up!" As he spoke, Jiaping burst into tears, and Jiahe, who was listening below, couldn't help but burst into tears.He was originally an unassuming young man, but at this moment, he followed in the footsteps of his elder brother, and rushed to the temporary podium with a single stride, and said loudly: "Compatriots, students study, workers work, merchants buy and sell, This is a matter of course. Picking green trees three times ago and drinking tea in spring are also the customs of us Hangzhou people from ancient times to the present. But now, Wangyou Tea House has no choice but to stop the market and support Qingdao to fulfill its responsibility. .I ask for your understanding. The people can live without tea, but they can’t live without the motherland!" After listening for a long time, the people queuing up for buying and selling knew that the door was going to be closed to prevent them from buying.Most people still know that it is a trivial matter whether to eat new tea in the face of a national crisis, but some people objected, saying: "Who are you two trendy ducks, and you have come to be the owner of Wangyou Tea House!" The two young men had already closed the door and locked it with all their might. Someone said: "I don't know, these are Boss Hang's two young masters!" The man stuck out his tongue: "This family is amazing, there are such two precious sons who can call the wind and rain!" The one who was locked in went out from the back door into Jiaxiang, and then into Lvai's small courtyard, and shouted to his wife: "It's no good, the two young masters have closed the tea house, saying that they are going to strike! " As soon as Lu Ai heard it, her head buzzed, and the first thing she thought was, what would happen to Tian Zui.He hurried to Tianzui's study room, but Wan Luo said that he had gone to the back door, and asked again, and sure enough, he saw Hang Tianzui, standing at the corner of the gable wall, leaning over, holding a Shulianji fan to catch the sun .Lu Ai followed his gaze again, and at the gate of the tea house in the distance, the two lawless and precious sons of Hang Tianzui were still jumping up and down on the rickshaw, calling out to their compatriots. Lu Ai is an impatient person, she was about to rush up with a stride, but Tianzui stopped her and said, "Let them go, sooner or later." Lu Ai was very angry, and scolded the one she gave birth to: "He will cause trouble as soon as he comes back. If we want to be dismissed, we won't let it go. Why do we want him to be the leader?" "You don't have to scold Jiaping, Jiahe is hard to do alone, he has long wanted to do this." "When these two people meet together, they will lose their hearts." Lu Ai said helplessly, "These new teas are already ordered, what should I do? If they can't be sold, they will go stale, what a pity!" Hang Tianzui still looked at his two sons thoughtfully, and said, "It's a pity that China can't come here, so what a pity is this little tea?" "Then why do you..." Hang Tianzui glanced at his wife indifferently, and said, "It's a pity that your hard work is in vain." Lu Ai was startled, her eye circles turned red. At the gate of the tea house over there, the two brothers and sisters of the Hang family yelled for a while. Seeing that the tea could not be bought, the compatriots all dispersed. Only a short-haired girl in a white dress and black skirt stood in front of the two brothers, smiling. Don't leave. Jiaping waved his hand and said, "It's no use laughing, we don't sell tea anyway." "I've already bought it." The girl pointed to the cloth bag in her arms, "I'm the last one." "Then why don't you leave?" Jiahe asked in surprise standing on the rickshaw. "What do you think?" The girl smiled and asked him back.This young lady is quite generous, without the twists and turns of ordinary people in the wells and alleys of Hangzhou.Mud attitude.The two brothers stared at the girl in some astonishment, not knowing where they were implicating her, making her stand still and refuse to move away. "If you don't come down, how can I go?" The girl finally pointed them out with a smile.It was only then that the two brothers suddenly realized that the rickshaw they used as the podium was actually the "oil wall car" used by the young lady. The two brothers jumped out of the rickshaw immediately, saying sorry, sorry, and the girl said, "What are you sorry for? Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of a country. Didn't you just say that? Our girls' sericulture school also participated in the parade." .Today, my father wants to drink spring tea, so he wants me to come to Wangyou Tea House to buy the Ruanxin. Otherwise, I might not know where to distribute the leaflets." When the two brothers saw a lesbian coming, they were very enthusiastic, regardless of whether they were married or not. The three of them stood at the intersection and started talking.The girl was a scholar, so she spoke very grandly, and asked, "Are you participating in the burning of Japanese goods? This afternoon at Chengzhan, the new market." "Why don't you join? Lu Jiahe never dared to talk to women. Seeing his elder brother around, he had the courage and said enthusiastically: "Our school even made wooden cages. Anyone who dares to hide Japanese goods will be arrested and paraded through the streets!" " As if to confirm Jiahe's words, after a burst of slogans and gongs, a wooden cage with four wheels was dragged from the entrance of the official alley, and there was indeed a person standing in the cage. That person was wearing a melon cap with disheveled hair , His eyes were troubled again, and he couldn't see his face clearly.A group of students gathered around, shouting, followed by a group of watching citizens.The female student said, "Look, here comes the parade." "It's from our school." Jiahe said excitedly. But the cage also moved strangely, stopping for a while, going in for a while, and there was the sound of a child crying.Taking a closer look, it turned out to be an eleven or twelve-year-old boy walking backwards crying, facing the wooden cage, crying: "Godfather, godfather, godfather, don't die..." The godfather opened his eyes, gloomy, hateful, helpless, tired and ashamed, Hang Tianzui had already turned around to go home, but bumped into the muzzle of this feud with the corner of his eye.Wu Sheng!His heart throbbed involuntarily. When the group of students saw the Jiahe brothers, they shouted happily and said in a hurry: "Look at this shameless Changsheng cloth shop owner, who puts the Japanese cloth on the Chinese label, and dares to put it outside." He came to deceive the people of the country to buy it, but we caught him on the spot, and he wanted to renege on his debts. He was dishonest, so he was arrested and paraded through the streets!" Jiaping gave Wu Sheng a hard look: "Swimming well. This man is full of bad water. He should have swam like that a long time ago, so as to spoil his prestige." Without saying a word, Jiahe glanced at Wu Sheng and turned away.He hated this person, and was afraid of seeing this person, even if he was locked in a cage, he didn't want to see him. Wu Sheng's eyes, which had become old and cunning, were prematurely surrounded by thousands of wrinkles, like thousands of fences locking his gaze.People only saw his muddy eyeballs, sweeping across Jiaping, Jiahe, and finally his weeping godson Jiaqiao. "Wipe the tears!" he said. When Jia Qiao heard her godfather's words, as if she had received an imperial edict, she fell to the ground holding back her tears, waved her fists, and shouted at Jia and them: "Let my father go, you bastards!" "Jia Qiao!" Jia Ping exclaimed in astonishment, he still recognized this younger brother, but Jia Qiao didn't know Jia Ping for three years, but he no longer knew him.At this moment, he rushed forward recklessly, and bumped his head on Jiahe: "Let my father go! You bad brother!" Jiaping got angry, pulled Jiaqiao away and shouted: "Are you still a heart? Who is your father? Is it him or him!" He pointed to Tianzui, and then pointed to Wu Sheng in the cage: "Do you know, he sells Japanese goods, and he wants to be a traitor. If you recognize a thief as your father, you are a small thief!" Jia Qiao is a violent child, when he heard someone dare to call him a thief, he rushed up and bit Jia Ping, so angry that Jia Ping slapped him backhand. After all, the child was young, so he slapped him. Jiahe hurriedly pulled Jiaqiao away and said, "Second brother, you don't know him anymore. This is the second brother who came back from Beijing. How dare you bite him?" Jiaqiao was so angry that her face was full of tears, her nostrils were one by one, she looked at Wu Sheng in the cage, called her godfather, and then lay down on the cage and cried. The students around, who couldn't figure out the complex relationship in their family, stared at them with wide eyes, and some people asked, "Are you still swimming or not?" Jiaping immediately said: "You, why don't you swim? Kill one and make a hundred, let Hangzhou people have a look, what will happen to selling Japanese goods!" The girl asked cautiously: "Is this child your younger brother?" Jiaping waved the hand bitten by Jiaqiao angrily: "Whoever recognizes the thief as his father is not a member of our Hang family!" "Who is going to be your anti-family member? My surname is no longer Hang, and I don't live in Hang's family!" Jiaqiao cried and cried, and unexpectedly said this. "Your surname is not Hang, what do you want to be surnamed? Do you want to be with this thief, is the surname Wu?" Jiaping was about to be furious again, but Jia Qiao shouted: "The surname is Wu, just be Wu! Who should be surnamed Hang! The surname is Hang." If there is no good thing, I'd better die with the surname Hang!" Hang Tianzui was walking over there with his graceful pot, just when he heard this sentence, he shook his hand, and water came out of the spout of the pot.Wu Sheng saw the teapot, but immediately groaned loudly, saying: "Water, I'm thirsty, Aqiao, please give me water, Aqiao, please help me..." The two-liter pot Wu put Jiaqiao's mother-in-law tearfully saw the teapot in his father's hand and ran up to it without saying a word. As soon as he guarded it, he climbed into the car and fed Wu Sheng to drink, tears came down.After Jiaqiao finished feeding, she stuffed it into Hang Tianzui's hand without saying a word. The wooden cage parading the street began to move forward again, but Jiahe didn't follow, he was shocked by his second brother's actions. The girl didn't follow either, she pointed cautiously at the figure shouting slogans, and asked, "Is he also from the Hang family?" Jiahe looked at her and nodded in a daze.The girl got into the rickshaw and said thoughtfully, "Strange, the Hang family is different." The Hang's father and son and Lu Ai stood there in a daze, and after a long time, Lu Ai sighed: "What a crime!" "It was I who did the crime. I did it to my children, and the retribution is coming." Hang Tianzui stared at Jiahe and said. The girl sitting in the rickshaw widened her crooked smiling eyes and stared at this strange family.Then, he was slowly carried away by the car thoughtfully.The carport of the rickshaw is covered with a cloth cover, and when viewed from the back, there is a Chinese character "Fang".It seems that this is a new May Fourth woman who was born in a wealthy family.