Xia Xiaoqing has always been strong at home.
Not to mention her son is afraid of her.
Even Chen Zikun is a little frightened by her fists and feet.
But this time is different.
This pistol was given to his son by Zhang Xueliang.
Not to mention, the workmanship is exquisite.
Chen Zikun himself is full of words.
The dripping water, how could Xia Xiaoqing be deceived.
"Xiaoqing, isn't this good?
After all, it is Han Qing's gift to Xiaobei."
Before he finished speaking, Xia Xiaoqing's eyes widened: "Stop talking nonsense, if you talk too much, I will hand over your gun."
Chen Zikun suddenly didn't dare to say anything.
His son's pistol was confiscated, so Chen Zikun had to find another one for him.
Children are supposed to use small guns, but in order to train his son, Chen Zikun equipped him with a Spanish Royal brand rapid-fire automatic box gun.
This thing can be used by adults.
It is so powerful that when a child wears it, his shoulders become crooked, and he can only hang it on his chest and use it as a portable machine gun.
Xiao Bei was still a little unhappy at first, but after staying with the guards, he heard and heard that these rough guys said that the small pistol was used by the commander to commit suicide, and that the box cannon was a real man's thing.
Xiao Bei became happy and started to treat this Can't put down the gun.
Early the next morning, Chen Zikun, wearing military uniform and sword, went to formally meet with Zhang Xueliang.
When he came to the door, he was blocked by sorghum stalks: "I'm sorry, the deputy drank too much last night and hasn't gotten up yet."
Chen Zikun was familiar with sorghum stalks and said bluntly: "Is Han Qing smoking opium?"
Sorghum Stalk's silence was regarded as acquiescence.
Chen Zikun snorted coldly and drove straight in.
The attendants knew about his relationship with Zhang Xueliang, so they didn't want to stop him.
They came to the door, knocked twice, and went straight in.
Sure enough, Zhang Xueliang was lying on the couch, puffing away.
"Han Qing, why are you still smoking this thing?
No wonder you are so thin."
Chen Zikun lowered his face and scolded him on the spot.
Zhang Xueliang chuckled: "Authentic Rehe soil, strong enough.
Do you want a tube of incense?"
Chen Zikun said: "It's not that elegant.
Just finish it quickly and I'll wait for you outside."
After ten minutes, Zhang Xueliang smoked enough opium and came out.
His thin face was full of excited red.
He was wearing a blue-gray woolen admiral's uniform with a Blue Sky and White Sun Medal on his chest.
Zhang Xueliang was the first person to receive the Blue Sky and White Sun Medal since its establishment.
For a person who has received this honor, there is an unspeakable irony in having the medal pinned to his chest at this moment.
Chen Zikun said: "Han Qing, come here."
Zhang Xueliang adjusted his military uniform and took two steps forward with a smile.
Chen Zikun suddenly raised his white-gloved right hand and punched him in the face.
The force was not very strong, but it was already extremely powerful for a heavy smoker.
The punch made him stagger a few steps and almost sat on the ground. .
The guards immediately drew their guns, and Xiao Bei, who was standing at the entrance of the courtyard, was also unambiguous.
He had been practicing martial arts for a long time, and his reaction was much faster than ordinary people.
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With so many guards present, he was the first to draw a gun.
"I hit you with this punch on behalf of all the people in the world.
Do you accept it?"
Chen Zikun asked righteously, turning a blind eye to the tense posture around him.
Zhang Xueliang covered his face and shouted angrily: "What are you doing?
Put down the gun."
The guards sheathed their weapons.
Chen Zikun turned around and said, "I'll settle the score with your Uncle Zhang, no need to touch him."
Xiaobei put away his gun with a stern face.
Zhang Xueliang touched the corner of his mouth and saw that it was bleeding.
He laughed twice and continued to step forward: "Brother Kunwu, listen to me."
Another punch came, "This punch is to teach you a lesson for the old man.
Your father's foundation has been ruined by you, a prodigal son.
Do you think you should hit me?"
Half of Zhang Xueliang's face was swollen and he smiled bitterly.
Chen Zikun took half a step forward and punched again: "This punch is for me to teach you a lesson."
Zhang Xueliang closed his eyes and prepared himself for a heavy blow, but this punch grazed his temple.
"Han Qing, I hit you because I wanted to wake you up.
You can't live in such a hazy state anymore."
Chen Zikun said sincerely.
Zhang Xueliang said: "It was a good fight.
Everyone in the country scolded me, but no one dared to hit me.
I have long wanted to be beaten, so I feel better."
The guards all breathed a sigh of relief.
It's good that the young commander didn't lose his temper.
These three punches not only did not anger Zhang Xueliang, but instead enhanced the brotherhood.
The two entered the room and discussed national affairs.
Zhang Xueliang said that the Japanese army was approaching Rehe and they would fight sooner or later.
He would never give in this time, even if it cost his life.
They also wanted to fight the Japanese to the death and display the momentum of the Fengjun Army.
However, the Northeastern Army lost its base and relied entirely on central support for ammunition logistics.
"If Chairman Chiang does not support my war against Japan, my chances of winning are slim."
Zhang Xueliang sighed.
Chen Zikun said: "I will tell Chairman Chiang that even if he does not support it, there are still many knowledgeable people in the government who support a tough stance against Japan.
Finance Minister Song Ziwen is one of them.
I talked to him before coming here.
If you If we are determined to resist Japan, we are willing to transfer 30,000 people from the tax police corps to the North China front line to be at your disposal."
Zhang Xueliang had heard quite a lot about the combat effectiveness of the Tax Police Corps, and he suddenly became energetic: "Really" "A gentleman has no jokes."
Chen Zikun said it with certainty.
At noon, Chen Zikun took his wife and children to the Ziguang Car Factory in Fafa Alley, Xuanwumen, to visit Baoqing's family.
He declined Zhang Xueliang's offer to send a car guard and didn't even bring a guard.
The family of three took a foreign car and drove over.
The alley is the same as it was twelve years ago.
There is no change.
At the gate of the car factory, a little boy with a tiger head and a tiger head is squatting and playing in the mud.
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His eyebrows look like Baoqing.
When he sees the guests coming, the child stares at them curiously and speaks in authentic Beijing dialect: " Who are you looking for?"
Chen Zikun bent down and pinched the child's cheek: "You must be a tiger head, my surname is Chen, I'm looking for your father."
The child ran into the yard and said, "Mom, someone is looking for daddy."
Xing'er came out with a dustpan: "Hey, this is not a big Kunzi.
When did you come here?
Why have the children grown so tall?"
Looking again, the lady beside me is neither Yao Yilei nor Lin Wenjing, nor that one.
The woman from Shanghai has a somewhat familiar look on her face.
"This is Xia Xiaoqing, Myolie, you have forgotten that I rented a yard nearby and you went there."
Chen Zikun said.
Xing'er patted her head: "I remembered it.
Look at my memory.
Come in quickly and sit in the room."
After entering the house, she didn't see Bao Qing's shadow.
Myolie said, "He's out of the car."
Chen Zikun wondered: "You are already the boss, why are you driving the car yourself?"
Xing'er said: "What kind of boss are you fooling around?
Last year, my mother-in-law was sick and sold several cars.
She spent four to five hundred yuan and failed to take care of the disease.
At the beginning of this year, the child fell ill again and all her savings were spent.
Now there are only ten people in the factory."
A car is just idle when you are at home.
If you go out for a run, you can earn one. " While talking, Baoqing came back with a rickshaw.
He was wearing short pants and sweating profusely.
When he entered the door, he scooped a ladle of water from the water tank in the corner and drank it like a cow.
When he looked up, he saw Chen Zikun smiling and moaning.
Standing at the door, the water ladle fell into the vat: "Big Kunzi, you are back."
Baoqing was overjoyed, and the two brothers couldn't finish talking.
When it was noon, the head of the house told Xing'er: "Go to the alley entrance to buy a braised chicken, and the smoked fish seller will buy some pig head meat from the seller, and drink four ounces of wine.
I Let’s have a good time with Da Kunzi.”
Xing'er said: "Can the braised chicken at the entrance of the alley be eaten?
I can kill the live chickens at home in time.
You chat with them while I cook."
Xia Xiaoqing stood up and said, "I'll help you."
"Oh, that can't be done.
You are a guest, so there is no reason to let the guest take action."
"Don't worry, I'm not an outsider.
I'm very handy and can help you."
Xia Xiaoqing didn't put on airs at all, which made Myolie very happy.
The two women cooked together, the two boys played together, and Chen Zikun and Bao Qing smoked and chatted in the room.
Although there was a huge identity gap between the two, they were still talking about it.
It's very speculative.
When Bao Qing talks about his life over the years, he feels that it is getting worse year by year.
There are more and more exorbitant taxes and miscellaneous taxes, food is getting more and more expensive, and the business of pulling a cart is getting harder and harder to do.
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"If that doesn't work, move to Jiangdong and I will take care of you."
Chen Zikun said.
Bao Qing smiled: "I have never been out of Beijing in my life, and I don't want to go out.
This is my home.
No matter how hard or tiring it is, it is still my home."
Suddenly there was a gunshot in the yard, and Chen Zikun was so startled that he jumped out.
He saw the two children standing dumbly, and a small pistol was thrown on the ground, with smoke still coming from the muzzle.
Xia Xiaoqing and Xing'er also ran over from the kitchen.
The two women each picked up the child and inspected it carefully.
They were relieved that there were no wounds.
The gun on the ground was the K that was confiscated by Xia Xiaoqing.
Xiaobei stole it out at some point and showed it to Hutou just now, but it accidentally went off.
Xia Xiaoqing was so angry, it didn't matter if there was an accident, if someone else's child was hurt, how could she be compensated?
She was so angry that she grabbed Xiaobei and beat him up, but Chen Zikun said with a smile: "It's okay, be careful next time, turn off the safety before playing. " "There will be another time."
Xia Xiaoqing gave him a hard look and continued to beat her son.
Xiaobei knew that he had made a mistake and did not dare to beg for mercy.
After finishing the spanking, the meal was almost ready.
The six members of the two families sat down to have a meal together, enjoying themselves happily and harmoniously, just like visiting relatives and friends in old Beijing.
After finishing the meal and chatting for a while, Chen Zikun said that he had something to do in the afternoon.
The family said goodbye and left.
They called a rickshaw and went straight to the Temple of Heaven to reminisce about the time when the two of them were in the Temple of Heaven and were in love with each other.
They recalled their youthful love.
I can’t help but be filled with emotion.
There were many stalls near the Temple of Heaven, some of which were selling fortune-telling songs and selling Dali Pills.
Suddenly, Chen Zikun saw a piece of paper with the words "Hu Banxian" written on it.
He stepped forward and knocked on the table, "Banxian, do you still remember?"
Me?"
Time passed by, and Hu Banxian hadn't aged much.
He still had the image of a godly stickman.
He bowed slightly and said, "I haven't seen you for a while, so it's quite good."
Chen Zikun said: "Thanks to you."
"Today I want to calculate something for my wife and my son."
Hu Banxian looked at Xia Xiaoqing and Xiaobei through his sunglasses.
Chen Zikun suddenly thought of the conversation at Bao Qing's house, and he suddenly had an idea and said, "I calculated that this is a bit big."
"How big" "I want to tell fortunes for China."
"Then you have to pay more."
"You calculated well, money is not an issue."
"Then ask."
"I want to know what China will look like ten years from now.
Have the Japanese invaders been driven away?"
"Ten years from now."
Hu Banxian narrowed his eyes and pinched his fingers.
"The mountains and rivers are broken, the court is peaceful, the world is in chaos, and the people are in dire straits."
Chen Zikun's heart sank: "Wouldn't it mean that the country will be destroyed and the species will be destroyed in twenty years?"
Hu Banxian smiled: "Twenty years later, the country will be unified with ironclad strength.
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The new emperor will ascend the throne, the prince will supervise the army, and 200,000 troops will conquer Goryeo."
Chen Zikun also laughed: "Hu Banxian, believe it or not, I smashed your sign."
Hu Banxian said: "It's not too late to smash it again in twenty years."
Chen Zikun said: "According to what you say, in fifty years' time, wouldn't the country be rich and the people strong, and we, China, dominate the world?"
"No, fifty years later, the family will be destitute and destitute, the mountains and rivers have changed color, and everything is in ruins waiting to be revitalized."
"Hey, you are really good at talking.
What about eighty years from now?"
"Eighty years from now, these old households in Peiping will all be millionaires.
If all the houses in Peiping are replaced by the ocean, they will be able to buy up all the Citigroup
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