With Chen Zikun's current status, he would naturally not threaten the small rice shop owner with a gun.
He just wondered why the price of rice rose so fast, so he and Liu Ting came to the door of the rice shop without his entourage.
The business of the rice shop was very good, and there was a long queue at the door, all of which were poor people in shabby clothes.
Chen Zikun carefully understood the public sentiment and followed the queue.
After waiting in line for a while, the owner of the rice shop shouted: "Dear neighbors, the rice is sold out today. , please be early tomorrow.”
The customers complained again and again and went back carrying empty rice bags.
The clerk from the rice shop started to go to the door.
Chen Zikun walked over and asked: "Why did you collect it so early?"
He was well-dressed and tall, so the boss didn't dare to neglect him.
He smiled and said, "I'm sorry this gentleman is buying rice.
It's sold out."
Chen Zikun pointed at the sacks in the shop: "Aren't they all rice?"
The boss said: "Those are not for sale."
Chen Zikun said: "You are hoarding.
If you are found out, you will go to jail."
The boss saw the car and the bodyguard not far away, and knew that this man was not easy to fool, so he complained: "How can a small shop dare to hoard food with a small profit?
It's just that the prices are rising too fast.
What will the market price of French currency be tomorrow?"
I know, I’m afraid of losing money so I don’t dare to sell.”
Chen Zikun said: "Don't worry, I won't report you.
I just want to buy a hundred catties of millet."
The boss looked around, made sure it was safe, and lowered his voice: "That's it, I'll sell you a hundred catties."
Then he quoted a price, and Liu Ting exclaimed: "Why has the price increased again?"
"What this eldest lady said is wrong.
It's not me who has increased the price, but the French currency that has dropped in price again.
You can't blame me.
If you buy it with oceans or US dollars, not only will the price of rice not increase, I will even dare to give you a discount.
Alas, if money is not used as money these days, it is just waste paper.
No matter how fast my money rises, it cannot compare with the fall of banknotes. " Chen Zikun said: "I didn't bring so much money, so let's just write an IOU and have someone pay me back later."
Seeing that he was so impressive, the boss said politely: "Then just go and eat.
Why pay for it?"
But he came over with a pen and paper in one hand and saw that Chen Zikun had written the IOU.
When he took it over and looked at it, he was shocked to see that he had signed it. : "Oh my, I'm so blind that I didn't recognize you as an old man.
Damn it, damn it.
It's my duty to show my respect to you."
Chen Zikun said: "You're welcome, it's only natural to give money to buy things."
Just like that, I borrowed a hundred kilograms of millet, loaded it in the car and drove it to the home of Shao Qiuming, the president of Jiangdong University.
The traditional Chinese medicine doctor was diagnosing the old gentleman.
After a long time, he came out, shook his head and sighed and wrote a prescription.
President Shao's son is called Shao Lin.
He asked in a low voice: "Doctor, how is my father's condition?"
The Chinese medicine doctor said: "My father has a rock on his liver, and there is nothing I can do for him.
I can only prescribe a few prescriptions to slowly nurse him back to health.
If the patient is in a good mood, he can live a few more months."
Chen Zikun said: "What is a rock?"
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Shao Lin said: "It's a malignant tumor.
Western medicine calls it cancer.
The Western medicine doctor from the Provincial Hospital came the day before yesterday and said there was nothing we could do, so we invited a Chinese medicine doctor to take a look."
The family was gloomy, and the female relatives secretly wept.
Ah Huang, the servant who was serving Shao Qiuming, came out and said: "The old gentleman invites General Chen to come in to talk.
Don't follow me if you are waiting."
So Chen Zikun entered the ward alone.
He cheered up and deliberately laughed heartily and said: "Principal Shao, what's wrong with you?
You're just lying down with a minor illness.
I'm still waiting for you to preside over the opening ceremony together."
Shao Qiuming sat up with support.
He had lost a lot of weight.
He waved his hands and sat down: "General, please sit down.
I am an old man and I don't have much time left.
There are some things I don't like to say."
Chen Zikun said: "But it's okay to say it, I'll keep it in mind."
Shao Qiuming said: "When I joined the Tongmenghui, I was so high-spirited and passionate.
I wanted to break the old world and build a new China.
But I didn't expect that the Kuomintang had fallen so fast.
Today's rulers are not even For example, during the Manchu and Qing Dynasties, they didn't even care about food appearance.
Alas, after the victory of the Anti-Japanese War, it was a great opportunity to establish a democratic coalition government.
However, they were delayed.
The people were devastated and the economy collapsed.
General Chen has exhausted his energy.
He has exhausted his energy. ” The old gentleman was heartbroken and coughed, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Chen Zikun wanted to call someone, but Shao Qiuming waved his hand to stop him: "No, I have one more sentence, the general needs to think carefully."
"Speaking."
"Judging from the current situation, the government cannot last for a few more years.
Jiangdong is alone and difficult to support.
I hope that when the People's Liberation Army comes, the general will understand the current situation and not drag the 30 million elders in Jiangdong into the flames of war.
On behalf of the people, I would like to express my gratitude to the general.
Army."
As he was about to get out of bed and kneel down, Chen Zikun hurriedly pushed him down on the bed: "Mr.
Shao is not just here, Chen must remember that if the army really comes to the city, whether to leave or make peace, it will never be like resisting the Japanese invaders.
Such a bloody battle.”
Shao Qiuming breathed a sigh of relief, his face softened a lot, and he murmured: "That's good, that's good."
Chen Zikun said: "I heard that the old gentleman participated in a declaration to boycott American flour.
I deeply admire him.
However, people are like iron rice and steel.
It is impossible not to eat.
What's more, you are sick.
I brought a hundred Please drink some porridge from the millet produced in Jinjiangbei."
Shao Qiuming smiled calmly and said: "With my family's financial background, it is not that I cannot afford to buy food.
It's just that I know that I don't have much time left, so I want to die to protest against the United States' support for Japan.
I also ask the general to fulfill my small wish."
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Chen Zikun pondered for a moment and said, "That's fine, just Mr.
Yi."
After coming out of Shao Qiuming's house, Chen Zikun felt very heavy.
What the old professor said made sense.
The Kuomintang was exhausted and could not last for a few more years.
However, the centipede was still alive.
The Kuomintang occupied the prosperous land in the south of the Yangtze River and had millions of soldiers. , no matter how difficult it is to draw a river to rule, it is still possible.
How Jiangdong Province can stay out of the war and avoid the war is a major matter for itself.
Returning to his official residence, Chen Zikun immediately convened a meeting of military and political officials to discuss countermeasures.
When Chen Bei saw his father returning, he came over and whispered: "Father, there is something."
"Just tell me when you've thought about it," Chen Zikun said.
"That's right.
I have a friend whose wife was arrested by the Beitai Police Department.
She brought her to me to see if I can ask you for a warrant to release her."
Chen Zikun was furious: "You have also learned to interfere with justice.
Do you think the world of Jiangdong belongs to your father?
Do you think your father can pardon criminals with just one sentence?
How ridiculous?"
Chen Beinonuo said repeatedly, lowered his head and retreated.
Just when Xia Xiaoqing came downstairs and asked about it, Chen Zikun said: "Look at the good son you taught."
He walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
Xia Xiaoqing's eyebrows stood up.
She wanted to get angry but she held back and asked her son: "What's going on?"
Chen Beidao: "Yang Shuhe's wife injured a policeman and was arrested by the police station on charges of being a Communist spy.
I have seen that woman before.
She is just a country girl.
She is not a Communist Party member at all."
Xia Xiaoqing said: "Your intentions are good, but your father has been in a bad mood these days.
Wait a few days and mother can help you."
Chen Beidao: "It's too late.
Nowadays, cases involving communist espionage are handled quickly and executed directly.
If Ma Chunhua is sentenced to death, how will I explain to Yang Shuhe?"
Xia Xiaoqing said: "There's really nothing we can do about it.
Your father is selfless.
If you dare to use his name in vain, you will be shot."
Chen Bei said anxiously: "The sentence will be handed down today.
I can't watch Ma Chunhua die."
Xia Xiaoqing said: "There is a way.
The high-level route will not work.
Let's take the bottom-level route.
Your uncle has saved some gold bars with me.
Now we can only take them out and use them first.
You can take a hundred taels of gold to Beitai Tongrong.
I think The solution is to replace the prince with a civet cat, and then we can save the person."
Chen Beidao: "Great, I'll fly over right now."
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After Ma Chunhua was arrested and taken to the police station, she suffered a lot.
She tasted tiger stool, pepper water, leather whip dipped in salt water, but for a female guerrilla who had been injured many times, these were not a big deal.
She was beaten to death.
Don't spit out your words, and resolutely refuse to admit that you are a Communist Party member.
Seeing her acting like a rural shrew, the detective team guessed that even the Communist Party was a peripheral member and had no access to high-level secrets, so they sent her to the detention center to await sentencing.
Ma Chunhua couldn't tell the difference between a detention center and a prison.
She thought she was just squatting like this.
He was imprisoned, and he was very proud of it.
As a revolutionary, if he had not been imprisoned by the Kuomintang reactionaries, it would be a small blemish on his life history.
The environment in the detention center was harsh, dark and damp, with rotten straw on the floor.
There were bullies in the women's prison, but in front of Ma Chunhua, all the prison bullies and cell leaders were like scum.
Within a day, she was beaten into obedience by Ma Chunhua.
During the anti-rebellion period, court decisions were also processed quickly.
Ma Chunhua was handcuffed and shackled, and was escorted into the No. 1 Court of Beitai together with several criminal and economic prisoners.
In the noisy court, spectators were cracking melon seeds and smoking cigarettes, and the judge was wearing a The robes were whispering to each other, and a judge knocked on the table: "The court is in session, be quiet."
First, a woman who murdered her husband was tried and sentenced to death.
The woman immediately collapsed into mud and screamed, and was dragged down by the bailiff.
Then a profiteer who hoarded grain was also sentenced to death.
The profiteer was disgraced and broke down in tears.
Finally it was Ma Chunhua's turn.
She stood in the dock, stroking her hair with a contemptuous smile.
The prosecutor read out the charges.
Ma Chunhua's main crime was to obstruct the police from performing their official duties and beat a detective team member with a rolling pin.
He suffered a brain hemorrhage and is still in the hospital.
"The death penalty shall be executed immediately."
After the judge pronounced the sentence, he banged his gavel: "Next."
Ma Chunhua didn't collapse or cry.
She was even a little excited.
Death on the execution ground was the best destination for revolutionaries.
She began to think about what slogan to shout at the last moment, whether it was long live the Communist Party or defeat the Kuomintang reactionaries.
A prison car took seven death row inmates to the river beach execution ground.
Seven long pits had been dug on the ground.
Shovels were inserted on the side.
Several migrant workers squatted with their hands on the side and smoked, waiting to bury the people.
The prisoners on death row were taken down.
The autumn wind was bleak and the river was turbid.
The prisoners knelt in front of the pit, each with a black bag on their head.
Ma Chunhua refused to kneel down or wear a hood.
The police did not force her to do anything, so they just let her.
Stand in front of the pit.
"Ready" The captain of the judicial police raised a hand, and the firing squad pulled the bolt and raised the rifle.
Ma Chunhua cleared her throat and was about to shout slogans when gunfire rang out.
Blood splashed on the backs of the condemned prisoners, and they immediately threw themselves into the pit.
Feces and urine flowed out from under their trousers, mixing with the blood.
Ma Chunhua closed her eyes and waited for her shot, but it didn't come for a long time.
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A bailiff with a beard untied Ma Chunhua and said: "Go west along the river and you will reach Nantai.
You can go."
Ma Chunhua felt excited, thinking that the organization must have come forward to rescue her
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