Chapter 32 Chapter Thirty-Two

Now, the tea boat that people usually think of as a leaf carrying serenity and leisure no longer has its former calmness, peace, gentleness, and integrity like crystal snow in the mountains, with the cold light of iron and the smell of blood winding around it. Between tea and smoke. In those days, both the mountain guests and the water visitors lost their former vigor, and their thoughts were all seduced by the lively parades in Hangzhou.It's just that Hang Jiahe, the young owner of Wangyou Tea House, is still stuck in the pile of tea leaves, so busy that he loses his shape.A handful of his former assistants are now relieved by the eight-hour workday.He looked at the overwhelmed Jiahe and persuaded: "Young boss, don't be busy. I will go to the Federation of Trade Unions with me to see the world. Lin Sheng has also worked there now. Lin Sheng has a thin skin and a fair face, so he can't tell , is a man."

"Yeah, I heard it's the Communist Party." "How about the Communist Party, I am also a member of the Communist Party." "You joined too?" Jiahe was taken aback, looking at Xiaocuo. "You can join if you want, let me introduce you." The small group patted their chests, and looked at the tea house again, "But you have to dedicate this tea house to the party. If you want revolution, you have to be proletarian, Lin Sheng Said." Jiahe was also calm and said, "Little group, I have no objection to your revolution, and I want to sell good tea, so you don't object either. We don't object to anyone, okay?"

A handful walked away, thinking, I don’t want to talk to you capitalists. The old couple followed behind and scolded: "Xiao Yansheng, do you still want to eat tea rice?" "No!" The son replied simply. "The morals of the world have really changed! The morals of the world have really changed!" The old man went to Tian Zui to complain, "It's all on the head of Tai Sui." Hang Tianzui didn't speak, but just looked at his second son Jiaping who was frowning and clenched his fist.He wondered how Jiaping would view this increasingly unpredictable era.The son has changed. The son whose eyes were like burning iron in the past, now has cold eyes.What was his son thinking, he wondered terrified.He wanted to get to know them very much, but he was afraid that they would dislike him as Kasu.Thinking that he actually wanted to please his sons, he was angry with himself again.In order to cover up his feelings, he used his more gentle eldest son to speak:

"Jiahe, no matter how busy you are, you don't need to be your own letter!" Jiahe smiled and did not speak. He was writing and drawing with a brush on the pear-wood marble-topped table, with Lin Sheng and Jiaping beside him.Lin Sheng picked up a piece of paper and said curiously: "Let me see, what slogan did you write?" "It's not a slogan at all. It's an advertisement for a tea house, ready to be printed on the wrapping paper." I saw on the paper it was written: One bowl moisturizes the throat, and the other breaks the loneliness. Three bowls of search, only five thousand volumes of writing.

Four bowls of light sweating, all the uneven things in his life, scattered to the pores. Five bowls of Muscle and Bone Clear, six bowls of Tongxianling. I can't eat seven bowls, but I feel the breeze in my armpits. Lin Sheng said with great interest: "Isn't this Lu Quan's "Xie Xie Meng Jian Yi Hui Ji Xin Tea"?" "Exactly, it's the best advertisement for Wangyou Tea House." "I didn't expect my elder brother to be so obsessed with tea house advertisements? My elder brother is really a dedicated person." Lin Sheng said to Jiahe with admiration.

"You're not as good at this as I am." Jiahe explained enthusiastically, "The Chinese have lost the battle in the international tea market, and they don't know how to use advertisements. This is an important reason. Look at Ceylon, who takes the tax from exporting tea. All of it was used for advertising, and the total consumption in the past 25 years was more than 10 million rupees. Japan only spent advertising fees in one place in the United States, and it was no less than 100,000 yuan a year. There are also foreigners who laugh at China and specially draw The picture is posted everywhere, which shows Chinese people with braids, making tea by stepping on it with their feet, and saying to their people: Look, this is the tea made by the Chinese people with their feet, do you dare to eat it?"

"Brother is full of patriotic enthusiasm!" Lin Sheng couldn't help admiring. "I just want to try various ways to revitalize the tea industry in China first." Jiahe felt that he had talked too much, so he took it back. "It's just too hard." "Is there any way? They all flew out to join the picket team. Your party really likes to wield knives and guns too much." Jiahe half-joked. Hearing this, Lin Sheng looked at his elder brother, thought for a while, straightened his face, and said, "Brother, don't you know that our Communist Party was forced by the Kuomintang. We are called to be prepared."

Jiahe said: "Suspicion of gods and ghosts. Partisan disputes have existed since ancient times, so it's not going to be so exaggerated!" "Brother, haven't you heard that the right wing of the Kuomintang has established the Hangzhou Workers' Federation?" Lin Sheng still said with a smile. "I don't know what a leftist is, and I don't know what a rightist is." Jiahe suddenly became annoyed, "I don't care about politics." He added. Lin Sheng was stunned for a moment, his face turned red, and he looked at Jiaping.Jiaping stood up, spread his hands and said, "Lin Sheng, you don't mind what my elder brother said. My elder brother is a poet at heart, and he likes metaphors when he speaks. What he means is that he is very concerned about politics. He is not a leftist or a rightist. He is a centrist." ."

"But there are no centrists." Lin Sheng began to express his point of view fiercely, "The centrists must be divided into two camps, the left and the right!" Jiahe looked at the somewhat nervous Lin Sheng in surprise.He felt that the man in front of him was completely different from the young man he saw for the first time.His smile is a fanatical smile; his composure is a fanatical composure; and his belief, at this moment, has become a fanatical belief. Jiahe put down his brush and said, "I'm not a centrist who stretches out both hands to push you away and stands in the middle. I'm a centrist who pulls up one side of you and breaks them into pieces and then recombines them. The manifestation of great love must be done with The sound of neutrality. Therefore, Jikang has a saying: The sound of perfect harmony is omnipotent. What is harmony is the great sound that Lao Tzu said. What is the great sound? The loud sound is rare. I used to be noisy too... If I hadn't been so noisy, Tiaozhu wouldn't have died—" He was suddenly stunned, and let go of the brush in his hand.He thought he was talking nonsense like a wild horse running slowly?Why would he reveal these sleepless nights and tormenting his own thoughts and past events to others in this way... He thought so, tongue-tied and silent.What he said made Lin Sheng dumbfounded.Lin Sheng was a staunch utopian communist, but for no reason, Lin Sheng admired Jiahe a little bit.Jiahe is calm, introverted, restrained, young, but looks confident.He didn't expect that he could speak so well. The words he said were ancient and remote, but they had profound meanings, and Lin Sheng couldn't understand them.

Jiaping, on the other hand, seemed very relaxed. There was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He sat down, tapped his fingers on the coffee table, and said, "Brother, Jiaqiao has joined the professional union and is still the captain." Jiahe held his pen again and said, "Go ahead, you will have a way out anyway." "But I have to trouble my elder brother to find an opportunity to tell him, don't fight against Lin Sheng's Federation of Trade Unions, and don't touch Lin Sheng's hair. Lin Sheng is my friend and saved my life on the battlefield. Therefore, I, the Kuomintang It doesn't matter whether he is a Communist or not. If Jia Qiao touches Lin Sheng, I will not be his second brother from now on."

Jiahe sat down on the armchair, threw away the writing brush, and said, "It's a pleasure to say a bad word!" Jiaping stood up, winked at Lin Sheng, and said, "I came here today just to let you listen to these words. I always want to be impartial and gentle, but this is impossible." .Our Northern Expeditionary Army has fought all the way here, and one day will not open the way in blood? Revolution is drinking, not drinking tea!" Hang Jiahe was stunned for a long time before saying: "According to what you said, sooner or later, this part of my fi]Hang family and another part of relatives will kill each other. Is this considered a revolution?" After hearing this, the men fell silent, not knowing how to continue the conversation.Hang Tianzui didn't say a word for a long time. At this moment, he thought for a while, stood up, and said, "Sit down, I'm going to have tea." He couldn't think of any more words to deal with his sons. Hang Tianzui left, and Jiacao arrived behind.She cut off her long and fashionable hair, and she looked a bit more heroic.Love blinds her eyes, and there is no one else in her eyes except Lin Sheng. "Lin Sheng, Lin Sheng, come quickly, I have something to tell you," she waved her hands excitedly, and Lin Sheng's extremely white face turned bright red, and the light and shyness in his eyes radiated at the same time.He stood up hesitantly, and looked at the two brothers almost with a begging expression.Now the evil spirit emanating from him has receded back into the depths, and he looks like an innocent boy who doesn't care about worldly affairs again.Jiahe was surprised by this strange change in Lin Sheng.In his mind, this may be because people with doctrines and people without doctrines are not the same after all.Thinking of this, he waved his hand, and Lin Sheng showed a grateful smile on his face, and disappeared in a flash. Now, the two brothers are sitting face to face in the large living room of Wangyoulou Mansion.Since their brother's reunion, there's been little time to sit down and have a heart-to-heart talk.They don't know where to start talking now.Seeing Jiaping's preoccupation at the moment, Jiahe forced a smile and said, "Lin Sheng is someone you trust. If you and Jiacao think he is good, he must be good." "And you?" "I . . . look at him like someone standing on the other side of the river. I don't understand his doctrine. Do you?" Hang Jiaping stood up slowly, turned around among the mahogany tables and chairs in the hall, and suddenly said, "Brother, you know, what have I admired most about you for so many years?" ..." "You can always understand the difference between this and that, just like you can always drink the little difference between Longjing and Maofeng tea. If you are in politics, you can tell the difference between the Three People's Principles and Marxism Fundamental difference..." The two brothers sat across the big tea table.Because occasionally someone came to buy tea, so they spoke softly.Jiaping clasped the fingers of both palms together, as if he was praying, which was an expression Jiaping had never seen before.The Jiaping in his memory is always confident, with arrogance in his self-confidence.The self-confidence of Jiaping in front of him is embedded with doubts, which inevitably makes him a lonely person.This expression is exactly the symbol of the family.This melancholy gaze finally and inevitably emerged from Jiaping's body. "You are in a difficult situation now?" Jiahe asked. "I have never been afraid of how difficult the situation is. I have nothing to fear. But I lack judgment. This is really a ridiculous thing. The more knowledgeable a person is, the more afraid of making mistakes. So I appreciate Lin Sheng." "He's like us back then." "I thought... if I had the chance, I'd go back to the tea as well." "You?!" Jiahe opened his eyes wide, "I know you always hate tea—" "If you're like me, having stayed in France and Japan for a few years, and then rushing all the way from the south, you'll know how to revisit the things you've settled before." Hang Jiahe rubbed his hands and said: "Great, great, I have always been so lonely, about the change of tea varieties, tea export, tea machinery production, and agricultural cooperatives, and...anyway, there are many big things. There are things to do. You are willing to do it with me, great! God help me too!" "I didn't say I could do it with you." Jiaping stopped Jiahe's running thoughts, "I have my mission!" Jiahe waved his hands and said excitedly: "It's nothing, I can wait for you; I have waited for seven years, and I still care about this year and a half. I believe you will have the opportunity to do things well, and you will come to me Yes, this is really, really good..." Hang Jiaping looked at the eldest brother who was as excited as a young man, and suddenly felt that the passage of time made the eldest brother naive.The eldest brother's innocence moved him, and he felt a little sad.He really wanted to tell his elder brother that his current mission was to meet the bloodshed and sacrifice. In the final analysis, this was still a kind of destruction. Only by destroying his own life could we talk about future construction.But he didn't want to have a deep talk with his eldest brother.A tea person and a revolutionary are very different in the final analysis. Can you expect a real tea person to hold a remorse in his heart? It was at such a moment that Ms. Fang Xi'an came to the door. Angrily, she pushed the two brothers back to the Wangyoulou Mansion, fastened the latch, and then told them a shocking news: the police will suppress tomorrow's parade. "Why don't you know?" Jiahe asked Jiaping, "Aren't you from the city defense force?" "They blocked the news from me a long time ago, for fear that I would tip off the news!" Ms. Sireng didn't expect that Jiaping would be very excited when he heard that there might be bloodshed tomorrow, as if he was eager to bleed. "Is the news you heard reliable?" "People from the Public Security Bureau said it." Fang Xileng looked at Jiaping's big piercing eyes, the bloodshot eyes in them also made her heartbeat, her face turned red, and said, "To tell you the truth, in fact, my father still Even your uncle is the mastermind." Jiaping pushed back the chair, walked around the room excitedly, clenched his fists, and said, "Well, well, one day, finally, they will be able to expose their wolfish ambitions in front of the people. Everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart. Just knowing is not enough, they have to be exposed, exposed in broad daylight, allowed to be reviled and abandoned, let the wheel of history ruthlessly run over him frl, let everyone know that this is the only end for counter-revolutionaries. Good wow, good wow..." He rubbed his hands and said to himself, like a horse about to go out, it can't wait to run its hooves. His expression of being intoxicated with blood and fire made Fang Xilen admire and fear at the same time, and his whole body trembled as if electrified.Said: "But...but...there is going to be bloodshed, and maybe death..." "What are you afraid of bloodshed? What are you afraid of sacrifice?" Jiaping approached Fang Xileng. You can start from Hang Jiaping." Fang Xi was nailed to the chair in a daze, fanatical yet calm.She was fascinated and terrified, and she didn't know what she should do next?Should we rush towards the bloody flames desperately, or run away with our tails between our legs?She was faced with the old problem of seven years ago again.But she couldn't expose her fierce spiritual tug-of-war, so she could only smile and listen with admiration, but she thought like a boil in her heart: What should I do?what should I do?what should I do? Her husband Jiahe was also taken aback by Jiaping's sudden excitement.He couldn't figure out which big brother was the real big brother: Jiaping who yearned for tea, or Jiaping who yearned for blood and fire? At this moment, Ye Zi came in with a cup of tea, quietly bowed to Fang Xi'an, offered a cup of tea, and said, "Sister-in-law, please have some tea." Fang Xi'an stood up and said, "No, it's getting late, you guys should rest. There's still big things to do tomorrow." Ye Zi smiled deeply at her sister-in-law again, and sent her out, Fang Xileng nodded her chin as an answer.Jiahe followed behind his wife.He was preoccupied, and had a premonition that something ominous was about to come. Seeing the couple walk away, Ye Zi turned her head, but her husband had already hugged her into his arms. "She doesn't like me." Leaf said. "She doesn't like anyone," said the husband. "She likes you!" Leaf said suddenly: The husband opened his eyes wide and said, "Are you jealous?" "No." Ye Zi smiled, "You don't like her." The husband slapped his wife hard on the head: "Yezi is really smart." That night, her husband worked hard on Ye Zi, and Ye Zi moaned and said, "Don't...don't...you want more tomorrow, um..." The husband refused to listen. On the bed, the husband was always rude to the leaves. The husband kissed the leaves all over. If you have something to ask for peace,... bring a good man..." The leaves groaned and sobbed.The bed was ringing, and little Hang Han woke up. He heard all the movements of the father and mother next door, but he couldn't understand. The little girl Jicao was locked by her mother in Wujin's big yard, and she was asked to play with Kang Yi, Hang Han and others.She was indeed not much older than them.But she disdained to be with them.She knew that they were her juniors and had to be called her sister-in-law.So she gave up the game of hide-and-seek with them in the back garden, and would rather choose to be alone outside Ajie Jiacao's boudoir holding a small flag and shouting "Down with the Great Powers". After shouting for a while, he saw his grandpa rushing in in a panic, shouting loudly: "Master, master, the Plum Blossom Monument is parading, Jiaqiao, Jiaqiao is going to kill Jiacao!" As soon as the words were finished, Tian Zui was dragging a pair of shoes, holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand, and rushed out in a panic, stammering and asking: "Where are you, where are you, go and see... Guest... sender..." He subconsciously called his brother first, dragged his shoes, threw the Buddhist beads, and disappeared with the support of the two. At the entrance of Plum Blossom Monument, the marchers and the police had already fought together. Among the people who charged forward was Hang Jiaqiao, the third son of Hang Tianzui.He swung a stick around and knocked his twin sister a dozen feet away with one blow.This made Lin who had been protecting Jiacao very angry. "Jiacao—" he screamed wildly and rushed towards him, only then did Jiaqiao know that his sister had been beaten by the rebellious army.Jia Cao was beaten to the point of bleeding, thanks to her being such a quiet woman, she pointed at Jia Qiao and screamed, "Beat—" Lin Sheng rushed forward without any scruples, hitting his head and face with a stick, Jiaqiao was beaten blue all of a sudden, and this time, he was beaten so angry that the evil in his heart turned to his guts, and he was about to jump up. Going up, she was blocked by her sister a long time ago, and shouted: "You dare to attack! You beat me to death first!" Jiaqiao froze with her raised hand in mid-air, and could only shout: "My surname is Lin, I remember you, be careful with your head!" After a while, Hang Tianzui and his family also arrived.But when the gunshots rang out, the crowd was in chaos, rushing like apes like Beijing.Hang Tianzui stood there stupidly, motionless.When I saw that the sky was drunk and didn't move, I didn't move myself.Hearing a thud, Tian Zui's top hat flew off his head.Looking back, far away.I went to pick it up, only to find a hole in the hat, and thought: I really started killing. Thinking of this, many people were already lying on the ground, scarlet blood was stained on his clothes.Seeing the third son Jiaqiao holding a pistol in his hand, rushing and killing him, he came straight to him, he thought, what is Jiaqiao going to do?Thinking of this, Jiaqiao raised the gun and fired, and a person next to Hang Tianzui fell down with a wow.Hang Tian closed his drunken eyes, well, Jia Qiao is going to beat me to death!But I heard Jia Qiao shouting: "Don't shoot! Don't shoot, this is my own father! Dad! You old bastard, what are you doing here? Get out of here! Get out! Get out!" Hang Tianzui simply closed his eyes and squatted down. He couldn't move his feet at all, and he didn't know where to flee amidst the gunshots everywhere. Suddenly, a strong hand pulled him and ran straight, panting while running: "Ah, what are you doing squatting here? Why don't you run away!" It was the voice of old friend Zhao Jike.He just opened his eyes, and the tears flowed out immediately, and he shrank back and shouted: "Take it, take it, you were beaten to death. Take it..." Brother Xiaolin and sister Jiacao, whom Ji Cao saw, almost hugged each other into the house.They were pale and had blood on their clothes.Their expressions were particularly abnormal. They acted as if they hadn't seen the grass, and closed the door of the back room with a bang.The little girl thought it was very strange to send grass. Brother Xiaolin and sister Jiacao are good to each other, and everyone in the family has seen it. No one is gossiping, but why did they lock the door without saying a word? "Sister, open the door, open the door and apply medicine to me, my hand is broken and it hurts." It was very dark inside, with the curtains drawn and the lights turned off, Jiacao and Lin Sheng hugged each other tightly without saying a word. Hearing Ji Cao yelling outside, Lin became agitated, and Jia Cao's hand around his neck tried hard to prevent him from moving. Lin Sheng stopped moving. Lin Sheng said, "Jia Cao, I was almost beaten to death by Jia Qiao just now!" "I saw him pointing his gun at you." "Probably I'm going to die." "Lin Sheng, I love you from the bottom of my heart." "I really feel like I'm going to die." "Lin Sheng, I love you from the bottom of my heart." "me too." Lin Sheng hugged Jia Cao even tighter, both of them smelled of blood.Lin Sheng put his hands on Jiacao's warm little breasts.The two of them were not afraid at all, as if they had hugged and caressed each other a thousand times before. "Does your head still hurt?" Lin Sheng whispered. "No pain." "Jiacao, why are you so nice?" "Hello, you have nice hands." Even Jiacao herself wondered how she could boldly say such embarrassing words after such a mess. Those hands started caressing her chest cautiously, saying: "You remember my good hands, if I die, my hands will be gone." Jiacao began to tremble strangely, and while trembling, she said, "Your...hand...is...good..." Sending grass outside the house, seeing her sister ignoring her, she was a little angry.As he was about to leave, the door opened.When Ji Cao saw that the two were bloody, she screamed in fright. "Don't be afraid, people were killed in a parade." Jiacao said, "We helped carry the wounded, blood spattered." "Why don't you change your clothes?" Ji Cao said, "Why don't you wash your face? Mom is so scared." Jia Cao patted her head and said, "It's really sensible to send grass." Jia Cao fetched hot water to wash her face.Jia Cao and Lin Sheng clasped their hands together in the water, they looked at each other face to face, and forgot about sending the grass again. Ji Cao asked, "Why don't you talk?" Jia Cao said, "Ji Cao, my sister asked you to do something." "Tell me, can I do it?" "You can do it." Lin Sheng said. "What's the matter?" "That's right, Jicao, I want to marry your brother Lin Sheng." When Ji Cao heard it, he was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and the third and fourth child said, "Hey, I understand. You're shy, aren't you? Let me tell Mom?" "no." "what is that?" "I want to marry Lin Sheng. Get married immediately. Get married now." "Why?" Ji Cao became terrified, "I'm too young, this is an adult's business. Let me think about it, you can get married tomorrow." "We're going to be married now." "Why? No wedding candy, no new wedding dress, and what about the dowry gift? And what about the matchmaker?" Ji Cao recalled the few weddings she had attended in her limited life, and she remembered those glittering weddings Content that makes a fuss. "It's too late, send grass, Lin Sheng said he was going to die soon." Ji Cao screamed "ah", plunged into Jia Cao's arms, peeked at Lin Sheng, saw that he was doing well, curled his lips and said, "If you want to get married, you can get married, why are you talking about death?" "Send grass, be a witness for us. One day in the future, we will say that we were married, and you will be the one who attended our wedding." Jia Cao shed a pair of thin tears, her appearance was very strange, completely different from the elder sister Ji Cao usually saw. "I'm going to tell my mother that you want to get married, get married now, and my mother will agree." "No, they'll think we're crazy." The little boy who sent the grass was in a mess.She couldn't understand why her sister and Lin Sheng insisted on getting married at this moment, but she also felt that this matter was a bit important and sacred, and that only she knew about it, which was very exciting. She said, "Okay." Now that she became a witness, she also performed her duties, asked them to go back to the room and change into clean clothes, and looked around to find a Bodhisattva to worship, but there was none.She remembered that when she went to play in the teahouse, she took a small porcelain figurine from the kitchen. They called it Lu Hung-chien's.This little celadon figure is kneeling, holding a book in both hands.Ji Cao thought it was fun, so he took it back. Thinking so, he found that Lu Hongjian, put it on the table, and put two sticks of incense beside it. When Jiacao saw it, she gave a yah and said, "That's the god of tea." "Good tea god, worshiping the tea god is the same as worshiping heaven and earth." Lin Sheng said nervously and earnestly. Jiacao suddenly remembered something, went back to the room, and put on the emerald ring her mother gave her for the first time.But Jicao said worriedly: "Is there still a wedding wine? How can we get married without a wedding wine?" Jiacao said: "Use tea. Replace wine with tea, it has existed in ancient times." Ji Cao solemnly poured three cups of tea, one for her sister, one for Lin Sheng, and one for herself. All thanks to heaven and earth! " "Two salutes...the god of tea!" "Second thanks... send me grass—" The two adults bowed solemnly.Ji Cao finds it funny, but Jia Cao keeps crying. "Cheers!" Said the grass. The three of them drank all the tea in the cup. "Do you want to enter the bridal chamber?" Ji Cao asked. "Of course I will." "Then you enter the bridal chamber, what am I doing?" "You stand guard at the door, and when someone comes, you just say that sister has a headache and fell asleep." "Okay." Ji Cao lifted the curtain, "The bride and groom enter the bridal chamber..." That day, Ji Cao heard some strange sounds at the door of the bridal chamber, like laughing, crying, screaming, and moaning.Ji Cao didn't understand, but she carried out her mission seriously and guarded the door conscientiously. When anyone came to ask her, she said, "My sister has a headache and fell asleep. I will guard the door for her." Not long after, gunshots also rang out in Zhabei and Hongkou, four hundred miles away, in Shanghai. Two men in gray serge robes, in their early thirties, happened to pass by the intersection of Baoshan Road and Hongxing Road.The drizzle is continuous, the smell of gunpowder is strong in the air, and the road after the rain in the evening is dripping with blood.The tall one looked back and saw a string of bloody footprints, and couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice: "Blood! Blood!" He is Wu Juenong, and the other is Hu Yuzhi, his fellow villager and acquaintance with the general secretary. It was in the same year that Wu and Hu, together with Zhang Xishen, Xia Yuzun and others, jointly founded Kaiming Bookstore. On that day, on the evening of April 13th, they were coming out of Zhang Xitan’s house, and they became witnesses. Witnesses to this major historical tragedy. The next day, in the study room of Wu Juenong’s apartment in Sandli, the tea master Wu Juenong took out the letterhead of the Chinese Agricultural Society established in 1917 and handed it to Hu Yuzhi, who became the director of the General Administration of Publishing of the People’s Republic of China more than 30 years later.Hu Yuzhi began to write a written protest letter to the highest authority.Mr. Zimin, Zhihui, and Mr. Shi Zeng: Ever since the Northern Expedition conquered Jiangsu and Zhejiang, the citizens of Shanghai have rejoiced to be liberated from the Fenglu bandit army. Unlike Zhabei yesterday, they staged an unprecedented massacre.The army, baptized by the Three Principles of the People, shot and bombarded the unarmed crowd, injuring and killing more than a hundred people.Duan Qirui's guards in the March 18th case were so brutal, and the British executioners in the May 30th case were so brutal, yet I, a holy revolutionary soldier, had the heart to do it!The incident was recorded in newspapers, but due to some scruples, it was unclear.The younger brother lived in Wenbei, witnessed the incident, and dared to describe it for the husband. At 1:30 p.m. on April 13, after the public meeting on Qingyun Road, Zhabei, the crowd lined up and marched through Baoshan Road.At that time, the public order was excellent, and there were women and child laborers.The union pickets were disarmed the day before, which proved that they did not carry weapons on that day.The crowd arrived at the intersection of Hongxing Road and was about to advance to Qiujiang Road, when they were stopped by the former guards of the 26th Army Division Command at the intersection of Hongxing Road.At this time, the guards at the headquarters opened their rifles, and then used machine guns to shoot at the densely packed Baoshan Road crowd. It lasted about 15 to 16 minutes, and there should have been 500 or 600 rounds of bullets.Due to the crowding of the brigade, the masses were unable to retreat in time, and many were injured and killed.The hundred-foot-long road along Baoshan Road immediately turned into a sea of ​​blood.The blue sky and white sun flags held by the masses were stained with blood and abandoned all over the ground.According to the soldiers' self-reports, 50 or 60 people died on the road in the parade, but none of the soldiers were injured or injured.Afterwards, the soldiers broke into the resident of Yipin on the opposite side, captured the workers in green cloth and short jackets, and shot them dead on the side of the road. The above is what I witnessed on Baoshan Road yesterday afternoon, and I would like to guarantee with my personality that there is no falsehood.Brother and others would like to prove that the masses had no intention of attacking the headquarters at that time, and the shooting by the army was absolutely unnecessary.The National Revolutionary Army is the army of the people, fighting for national liberation and freedom. It has an honorable position in the history of our country's revolution. Now it is performing such a brutal act of inhumanity, which is beyond our expectations.You don’t need to talk about revolution, and you don’t need to ask about doctrine. If justice and humanity are ignored, all believers in the Three People’s Principles, communism, anarchism, and even imperialism should be saddened by the tragedy of the Zhabei massacre.The gentlemen and others are responsible for upholding justice and humanity, and they are members of the Shanghai Political Committee, who bear the highest responsibility for Shanghai's public security. The terrorist state that the Zhabei army has developed in the future should not be ignored suddenly.Brothers and others believe that the following measures should be taken at present for the April 12 tragedy: O) The highest military authority of the National Revolutionary Army should immediately hand over the officers and soldiers directly responsible for this atrocity, and organize a people's judicial committee to judge. (2) The authorities should ensure that they will not shoot at unarmed crowds in the future and will not interfere with rallies and processions. (3) The armed revolutionary comrades under the control of the Chinese Kuomintang should immediately declare that they will not cooperate with the army that slaughtered the people. The plans of the party and the country are complicated, and the brothers and others ask what they want, but when they witness the tragedy of leading beasts and cannibals, it is extremely difficult to remain silent.Brother and others sincerely cannot bear to see the hundreds of thousands of residents in Zhabei being massacred by Li Baozhang and Bi Shucheng, and then slaughtered by the revolutionary army under the banner of Qingtian Bairi.Weeping speech, I wish the revolution a success! Zheng Zhenfeng, Feng Cixing and Zhang Xi visit Hu Yuzhi Zhou Yutong Wu Juenong Li Shicen Tong Qi April 14 In Fang Boping's apartment in Plum Blossom Monument, people of all kinds came and went in and out in the past few days. Every time someone came, Fang Boping asked his daughter to come out and serve tea.It doesn’t matter whether other people exchange pleasantries or not, they have to introduce: "This is my only daughter. The current situation is uneasy these days. I am locked at home. I only serve tea to the guests. She is not even allowed to go to church." Someone who knew the details of Fang's family drank tea and said, "Old Fang, why do you still eat old tea from the old year? Your son-in-law didn't bring you new tea?" "Don't let him send it! Don't send bad luck along with it." Fang Xileng's family used to live near the provincial party headquarters in Meihuabei. When the incident happened, she opened the window and she saw everything.After all, she is a married daughter, but her heart is still towards her husband's family.Fang Xi was so anxious that his heart was on fire, and he wanted to rush to Yangbatou no matter what.Sereng's mother couldn't persuade her left and right, she was so angry that she pulled a chair and sat at the door and cried loudly, crying, "You are so dead, you want to be sent to your door to die now, do you still dislike us?" How many children are there in the Fang family?" The daughter also cried while carrying the small suitcase: "Mom, just let me go back. I married into the Hang family, and I am a member of the Hang family. Their house has been locked up, and the tea is no longer sold. Uncle Tuo was beaten. If I'm dead, I don't even hit him face to face, don't I just have no face to face people? Mom, God won't forgive me." "Sinner, sinner, what should I do? I shouldn't have pushed you into the fire pit of Hang's family! I thought that people who eat tea and rice in a refreshing manner are easy to get along with. How did I know that it was actually Such a well-behaved family!" In such a stalemate, Fang Boping came back with a murderous look on his face. Seeing that posture, he said lightly: "Get up." Mrs. Fang had been married to Fang Boping for so many years, and it was the first time she saw her husband with such a livid face, she was too frightened to disobey, so she quickly moved out of the way. Fang Boping slammed the wicker chair to the side, and one leg of the wicker chair was broken, and he pointed his hand out: "If you want to get out, get out now! But you have to remember, There's nothing you can touch when you come back*" His never-before-seen roar frightened Fang Xilen from tears, staring at her father with his mouth half open. "Don't be confused and think that there is such a mess in Hang's house! To tell you the truth, this is just the beginning. It's hard to say whether they can eat this bowl of tea rice! It's hard to guess whether they have a mouth to beg for food Woolen cloth!" "Listen to what your father said, we are old, and you are the one who suffers." "That's not what you said," Fang Boping stopped his wife again, "this time we are implicated, and if not, we will be killed." "What?" Both the mother and daughter turned pale with fright at the alarmist talk. Fang Boping saw that his daughter had thrown away the suitcase, and she didn't look like she was about to leave, so he sighed heavily, sat down on the chair, and said, "What do you know? Politics, you can't even touch it, but you can touch it." It's going to bleed. I can't help it, I'm stuck here. Why do you come here at such a young age? At this point today, whether the tea plantation can be saved or not, I don't talk about it, and my life is not saved. It’s not good. Sireng, you’re not a moth to a flame, so what is it?” Having said that, he sighed heavily, and his eyes became wet. On the other hand, Fang Xi'an suddenly realized that she had a great drink, and she suddenly had a thought - the fate with the Hang family seemed to be over.She also sighed a long time and said, "Mom, don't be so busy crying, go to Hang's house for me quickly, and bring Hang Pan back to me. She is young and cannot be taken care of without me. Hang Yi, I have to let her go first." Let's talk again." Saying this, I wanted to cry again, but I held back, and continued, "When my family asked, they said that I was sick and had to rest at my mother's house for a few days." "No!" Fang Boping said, "Just say that I, Fang Boping, locked up my daughter and prevented her from seeing the Hang family again." "Father, are you going to leave no way out?" Fang Xi'an asked. "Oh! My daughter of Sireng," Fang Boping sighed and stomped his feet, "Why don't you understand that we have no way out." On the night of the 10th, two uninvited guests came to Fang's house. It was Fang Xisha who opened the door. 吴升与从前相比，是越发的从容自若，原先残存的小伙计的气味，现在已经被有钱人的那种气派成功地掩饰起来了。他既无不安也无做作的热情，只是矜持地作了揖，问方女士父亲在吗？是否允许昌升茶行的老板拜见。 方酉冷很纳闷这位杭州商界显贵何以会来拜访素无交往的父亲？正那么想着，旁边闪出那位小伙子的玉体长身，微微欠了一欠腰，说："嫂子，你好。" 方西冷乍一听声音，再看那人身形，几乎要叫，两兄弟真是越长越像了。嘉乔怎么连声音都像了他大哥呢？轻轻柔柔的，像是有教养的读书秀才，哪里有半点杀人放火的痕迹呢？ 就为了这一点的说不清道不明的相像吗？方西冷一侧身，就把这两位让进了厅堂。 方伯平在和吴升闲聊的时候，方西冷才断断续续地明白，吴升刚刚从宁波来的伙计那里听说，那里这两天不太平。 "吴老板做生意的人，打听这个干什么？"方伯平疲惫地坐在沙发上，对此表示不满。他和吴升不熟，也不明白，方西冷何以要把这个有点江湖流气的老板放进来。 "是这样，我正有一笔货要发到宁波去，新下的茶叶，路上耽搁不起，若是那边不太平，我就不准备往那里发了。" 倒也听不出什么破绽来。方伯平却暗自惊叹吴升耳目的灵敏，便说："不管太平不太平，宁波人总要喝茶的，你还是按部就班地做自己的生意去吧。" 吴升淡淡地一笑，说："只怕生意要做不安耽了。" 方伯平心里有事，不想和吴升多搅，便说他很抱歉，吴老板茶叶饭吃不好，方某人爱莫能助，因为方某人和做茶叶生意实在是挂不上钩，虽然小女……。方伯平突然明白了，这个吴升！这个吴升，绝不是平平常常就来串一下门的，他要干什么呢？敲诈我吗？ 看上去倒也很中肯，好像是既为我想也为他自己想，生意人大多有这种本事。吴升说："你看，嘉乔虽然在我跟前长大，但毕竟是姓杭的，和嘉平虽然不一个娘，但也是一个爹。巧不巧，他和嘉和倒是一个爹娘。这份人家也是，三个儿子三样生，时局真要乱下去，你得给我们作个证，我可没掺和他们杭家的事。老实说，做茶叶生意，争一争，让一让，我这个人都是做得出来的，可这世道一乱，我就不敢说话了。嘉乔刚才说了，明天他们纠察队要和军警活动。我怎么办？我是叫他去好，还是不叫他去好？方律师，我倒是要来讨教讨教的了。" 方伯平的确很吃惊，他没想到这姓吴的嗅觉那么灵敏，他似乎已经提前嗅到了血腥味。他并不希望他以后将看到他自己的手里有血。这么想着，倒是抬起头来，没想到在对方的目光里也看到了同样的心思。 原来对方也不希望看到自己的手上有血。 这么想着，他重重地一声叹息："吴老板，我实在是无可奉告哇。" 吴老板也不接口，半天才说："懂了。" 他站起来要告辞，叫了几声嘉乔，嘉乔不应，嘉乔被他的大嫂叫到里屋去了。 回家的途中，两人与来时一样，坐着一辆马车，默默无言。马车行驶良久，嘉乔还没有从心烦意乱中苏醒过来。他被嫂子刚才那番话搅得六神不安。他讨厌这个女人，他不明白，这个女人为什么偏要他去给杭家通风报信？林生的死活，跟他又有什么关系？他还巴不得他死了呢。 "你为什么不去，要去你自己去好了！"他还曾这样对她说。 "我没办法，我被我爹关起来了，我出不了门——" "他们不会相信我的，我打过他们。" "你不要管他们会不会相信，你要告诉他们，快去，快去，不要让自己的手上心上都沾血。沾了血，一辈子-…·上帝啊，宽恕我吧，天哪，这太可怕了。" 方西冷属于那种最会制造氛围的女人，这也是最有魁力的地方，此刻她却不是制造氛围，是被她所能感受到的氛围吓坏了。她甚至不用睁开眼睛，就能看到黑暗中鲜血在喷射，她突然面对挂在墙上的十字架耶稣，就拚命地划起十字，口中不停地祈祷：，"上帝啊，上帝啊，上帝啊……" 马车停住了，吴升轻轻地掀开门帘，说："你下去吧。" 嘉乔头一探，愣住了。两盏桔黄色的灯笼，上面用绿漆写着杭字。 "我不去！"杭嘉乔犹疑着，嘴很硬。 "去吧。"吴升挥挥手。 "干爹，我恨他们！" "那是私仇，不用公报。" "干爹……我，我已经公报了。"杭嘉乔垂头丧气。 "那不一样。"吴升叹口气，"我不硬叫你去，今晚我本来想让他家的媳妇回一趟婆家。她不去。人啊……我本来以为，我够狠的，看来还是狠不过他人。山外有山，领教了。你去不去，随便。我是担心你日后受不了，反过来恨了干爹……" "不会，不会！"杭嘉乔激动得热泪盈眶。 "……要死人的了，你懂吗？"吴升把眼睛逼到嘉乔面前，这双眼睛，黑白分明，灵动自如，深藏着无限丰富的人生阅历，杭嘉乔相信这双眼睛。 他跳下了车，自己安慰自己，是我干爹叫我去的。 杭嘉和在夜梦中行走，多年来他总是重复这样一场梦景，以至于他甚至在梦中都会意识到，自己又做梦了。 在梦里，他总是看到天边有一片绿色，他就知道，那是郊外的山中，但是山很远，他脚下是一片沙漠，走一步都很艰难，要跑简直就不可能，他累得要死，甚至不想再走向那里，因为他已经预料到他到了那里以后会看到什么。但是每当他产生了不想再去那片茶园的念头时，他就置身在那里了。还是和往常一样，九溪嫂和跳珠她们，一边在阳光下采茶，一边唱着情歌： 温汤水，润水苗，一简油，两道桥。 桥头有个花姣女，细手细脚又细腰。 九江茶客要来煤，…… 他就和她们唱着唱着，突然他知道他又该到说那句话的时候了。其实在梦里他也知道他不能说这句话，可是他止不住，好像命里注定似的他就要冲口而出： "跳珠，你不是已经死了吗？怎么还在这里采茶？" 果然，跳珠面孔惨白，大叫一声就仰面而倒。 接下去的场景，嘉和也已经熟悉得不能再熟悉了。但是每一次都依旧那么恐惧凄惨：九溪涧边，山洪下来了，天落着大雨，雷声四起，闪电四射。他像一只落汤鸡，半浸在水中。然后，他看到远远的风雨凄迷的小路上烟雾腾腾中，一口棺材抬来了，很慢很慢，像是云里面托浮出来一样，还有呜呜呜的哭声。棺材向他飘来时，他每一次都会惊愕、恐惧和困惑，他总会在心里问，这是谁死了？谁躺在里面？然后他发现雨停了，棺材上覆了一身的绿叶，全是茶叶；突然，茶叶中就开出白花，黄的蕊子，白色的花瓣、又嫩又白，茶叶像藤条一样地挂下来，从棺材里喷涌出来，每当这时，他就大叫：谁在里面！谁让茶叶开了花，谁在里面…… 然而，他就醒了。 可是今夜的梦却进展极其缓慢，无论他在沙漠里怎么跑，他就是跑不动。而且他听到前面总有个声音叫他——快点，快点，快跑，快跑！他后面又有个声音叫他——站住！stop!别动，别动！ 他既跑不动，也不想停住，他也搞不清那两个声音是谁，他就低下头来拚命走。突然他怔住了，他发现，他踩过的每一个足迹都是血印。他慌了，蹲下来看，是血印，而且血还在从沙漠中渗出来，喷涌出来，咕喀咕啃的像血泉一样。他抬头往远处看，前方依旧是一片的绿色，像个祭坛似的，隐隐约约地，有仙子在绿色中浮动，歌声也便忽忽悠悠地飘了过来： 温汤水，润水苗，一简油，两道桥。 他咬咬牙就往前走，他不管血迹的存在了，但是后面那个声音却叫得更厉害了——站住！stop!站住，再不站住我开枪了。 "蹦！"