Anti-Japanese War: From Becoming Chu Yunfei to Rising

Chapter 375: The country is destroyed, the family is ruined, and the revenge must be taken. The anger will not subside until the jackals are destroyed! (Subscribe)

"Are you leaving again?"

Chu Yunfei gently stroked Song Wenying's little head and comforted her, "This trip won't take too long either. The Japanese army will not choose to engage in a strategic decisive battle with us. Eroding and attacking the enemy's manpower will be considered as achieving the previous strategic goal."

Song Wenying frowned slightly, a little worried: "Then our wedding date..."

Chu Yunfei smiled and said, "It should be in time."

Just when he thought Song Wenying was worried that the war would delay their marriage.

The next second, Song Wenying waved her hand: "That's not what I meant. I'm worried that our wedding date will affect your command of the battle. After all, this battle involves hundreds of thousands or even millions of people."

"I'm wondering if we should postpone it a little longer. I think my aunt and the others will agree."

Chu Yunfei smiled dumbly, and then said: "Wait until I leave before telling Madam, I'm afraid it will be affected."

"I heard that my uncle and aunt have secured a batch of aid materials worth six million US dollars for you."

Song Wenying was silent for a moment, then whispered, "It seems that they are using their own money. My aunt hopes to open a bank in Shanxi to do some financial business."

Chu Yunfei did not refuse or agree, but chose to change the subject abruptly: "I'm leaving tomorrow, so let's not talk about business today. Before I left, Pengcheng told me that there's another troupe in Changzhi City, and they're performing the shadow play Havoc in Heaven, which is pretty good."

As he spoke, he turned and looked at the adjutant behind him.

Zhao Pengcheng understood and stepped forward: "It is indeed very good. Some brothers from the Guards have seen it and they think it is very good."

Song Wenying nodded: "Well, I'll listen to you."

Changzhi City.

Inside the Chunfeng Building.

Hu Banfeng was fiddling with his shadow puppet.

Following beside him was his son, who was born in his old age.

Years of running around have made him look extremely weathered.

Although he is just over forty years old.

He looks more like a sixty-year-old man.

Chu Yunfei tilted his head slightly and asked, "There are only two people in this troupe?"

"Yes, a father with a son."

"I'm from Hebei, my identity is reliable, and my hometown is in Baiyangdian."

"Now it has been occupied by the Japanese, and they have come to our Shanxi area to make a living."

Even if he changed into casual clothes.

The temperament of Zhao Pengcheng and his guards is not that of ordinary people.

Although Hu Banfeng was just a small-time character, he was very smart. He turned around and whispered to his child, "Fatty..."

"Dad?" The little fat boy scratched his butt, a little confused: "What's wrong?"

"Wait a minute, let's not sing Havoc in Heaven, let's sing Generals of the Yang Clan instead. Didn't you have to go pee just now?"

"Why did you suddenly change this? I haven't been taught this before and I don't know how to do it."

Fatty was a little confused.

"You can't, just listen to dad singing and just focus on beating the gong!"

As a young boy, he didn't understand why his father suddenly became so nervous.

He has traveled all over the country in the past two years, and although he is not very old, he has seen many big scenes.

I have never seen my dad so nervous.

Hu Banfeng had no choice but to explain in a low voice: "It seems that there are quite a few soldiers coming downstairs. We should sing for these soldiers. They are generous and give more money than others."

"Why?" Fatty looked puzzled.

"When you join the army and go to the battlefield, your head is tied to your belt. No one knows when you will be killed. Many people's families were killed by the Japanese. It's useless for them to have money."

"Oh, I understand, Dad. I'll go right away."

Fatty quickly stood up and found a waiter in the restaurant: "I need to find a toilet to pee."

soon.

Fatty returned again.

After Hu Banfeng paid homage to his ancestors, he played the erhu in his hand.

After the performance began, everyone stared at the curtain.

A melodious and hoarse voice sang:
"Young men and women, listen to the root seedlings, the drums are beating, and the battle is about to begin!"

"Two drums, tighten your robes."

"Three-way drum, knife out of the sheath!"

"Sound to the four drums, hand over the troops!"

Chu Yunfei nodded repeatedly as he listened.

The craftsmanship left by our ancestors is indeed very good.

In this era, shadow puppetry is more like the source of movies.

Quite vivid.

"The country is destroyed and the family is ruined, the revenge must be taken, the anger will not subside until the jackal is destroyed~~!"

Ding ding~! Dang dang~!

The shadow puppets were extremely lifelike, and as the song ended, cheers echoed throughout the room.

The restaurant owner was also smiling at this time.

If you do business in Changzhi, you will naturally know that there is a big shot sitting under you.

Chu Yunfei stood up and applauded, and most of the people gave him tips.

Maybe the song touched a very touching part.

Hu Banfeng's eyes were filled with tears and he tried hard to calm himself down.

He walked slowly to the front of the stage and bowed slightly: "Thank you all for your support!"

Chu Yunfei turned around and ordered, "Pengcheng, go and give me a reward of 20 yuan."

Zhao Pengcheng looked embarrassed: "Sir, I have spent all my money."

Chu Yunfei raised his eyebrows, then turned to look at the other guards.

"You didn't bring any?"

The guards scratched their heads in embarrassment: "We are about to go to war, and the money has been sent back."

It was extremely awkward for a moment.

Song Wenying took out a French currency and handed it over: "I have this"

"Go and give him a tip. Also, bring him to see me after the show. This shadow play sounds very inspiring and is perfect for our promotion."

Zhao Pengcheng walked up quickly and stuffed a twenty-yuan bill into Hu Banfeng's hand.

He turned and walked towards the owner of the restaurant: "Boss Yin, please inform me after this..."

Boss Yin understood what they meant. Standing on the second floor, he naturally saw the expressions of Chu Yunfei and Song Wenying.

He walked quickly to the front of the stage and found Hu Banfeng: "Brother Hu, your great opportunity has come."

"Boss Yin, what are you doing?" Hu Banfeng pretended to be stupid.

However, Boss Yin had already seen through Hu Banfeng.

The Yang family generals were replaced when the havoc occurred in Heaven. They must have guessed that an important person was sitting down there.

"Put your things away first. I'll take you to see an important person later. A real important person."

Ten minutes later.

Hu Banfeng met Chu Yunfei and others who had changed back into their military uniforms.

Hu Banfeng wiped his eyes and was extremely horrified.

It was like one thought he was going to meet a seventh-rank county magistrate, but unexpectedly the person who came was a first-rank official.

"Hello, Mr. Hu..."

"General...this...this." Hu Banfeng saluted stumblingly.

Chu Yunfei also returned the military salute quite seriously and then extended his right hand.

Hu Banfeng was startled and quickly wiped his hands on his body before shaking Chu Yunfei's hand.

Song Wenying comforted him, "Mr. Hu, there's no need to be so restrained."

"Yes Yes Yes"

The fat boy on the side was hiding behind his father.

At this point he was already dumbfounded.

At a very young age, he traveled around the country with his father.

How could he not guess that the man in front of him was an officer of high position and rank?

"It's like this, Mr. Hu, I would like to invite you to work at our Changzhi newspaper..."

"Job?" Hu Banfeng was a little confused: "What does this mean?"

"We hope you can help us perform shadow puppetry in various regions of Shanxi. We will form a publicity team and send someone to protect you, but you can no longer charge for this performance."

Hu Banfeng was even more confused at this time: "If you don't charge, how can we eat... Will you give me money?"

Chu Yunfei smiled and asked, "Mr. Hu, how much did you charge for this?"

"Return to the army..."

Chu Yunfei was somewhat helpless. Seeing Hu Banfeng's tangled face, he simply reminded him directly: "Call the commander."

"To answer your question, sir, I can honestly say that, including your tip and the eight dollars that Boss Yin promised me, I made a total of sixty-eight dollars, which is a rare performance."

Zhao Pengcheng took a deep breath and sighed with emotion: "Old line, your performance is almost as much as my half-month military salary."

"This doesn't happen often. Sometimes we can only perform three or five shows a month. Nowadays, we are not moving forward and fighting everywhere. Most of the time, it's good enough to have someone to show their support."

"It's a chaotic situation, me."

Hu Banfeng sighed and turned to look at the fat man beside him: "I just want to save some money for my child to get married."

"I will pass on the craftsmanship passed down by my ancestors, so that there will be successors."

Chu Yunfei nodded in approval.

A simple and more practical ideal.

If it weren't for this damn war, it would have a high probability of being achieved.

"Well, Mr. Hu, we will follow this standard in the future. You don't need to perform too many shows a month, about five shows. We can give you a fixed amount of 30 national currency on the th of every month. If you need to cooperate with our publicity tasks, you will be given an additional incentive bonus of national currency for each show."

"Of course, if you need to rest, we will also follow your personal wishes."

"Plus, you and your family can enjoy additional free medical care."

150 yuan.

30 yuan for one more performance!

Free medical care?

It can't be free medical treatment.

Hu Banfeng was stunned: "You are kidding, right? One hundred and fifty yuan, I usually perform for two or three months..."

"It's worth the price." Song Wenying handed over her business card with a serious look on her face. "I'm Song Wenying, the president of Changzhi Newspaper. If you're willing, you can come to our newspaper tomorrow. We will have someone to entertain you and sign a corresponding labor contract with you. It's clearly written in black and white, so you can rest assured."

Chu Yunfei also nodded with a smile on his face: "If conditions permit, we will also accept exiled students and open corresponding art colleges in Longcheng and surrounding areas to ensure that our traditional cultural roots will be passed down."

"Shadow puppet shows like The Generals of the Yang Family are treasures of our civilization and can also be used for wartime propaganda, which is like killing two birds with one stone."

"If you want, once the art school is established, you can work here, and you won't have to travel so much."

Hu Banfeng grinned and declined politely, "This craft passed down from our ancestors also has rules. It is passed down to men, not women, and passed down to the family, not outsiders."

"We respect your opinion and only hope that this child can pass on your craft well."

After Chu Yunfei finished speaking, he looked down at the watch on his hand and said, "Mr. Hu, it's getting late. We have other things to do later, so I won't bother you for now."

"Then I'll take you there?"

Chu Yunfei stopped and shook his head with a hint of apology.

Zhao Pengcheng stepped forward and explained, "For your safety, it is better not to let too many people know that you have had contact with our commander."

Boss Yin stepped forward at the right time and gave Hu Banfeng a look: "Adjutant Zhao, please."

"please."

Chu Yunfei, Song Wenying and others walked away.

After a few minutes.

Boss Yin returned to his restaurant.

He smiled and bowed, saying, "Mr. Hu, you are finally an expert."

"That guy just now looked familiar to me. I seem to have seen him in some newspaper." Hu Banfeng was still standing there, with a look of shock on his face.

"He is probably the most senior person in Shanxi, except for Commander Yan."

Boss Yin explained with a smile: "You don't know, whether it's farmers, handicrafts, or businessmen like us, they all have a very high opinion of Chief Chu. My restaurant can earn more than a thousand yuan a month. Do you know how much tax I have to pay every month?"

Hu Banfeng asked tentatively: "Five hundred?"

"One hundred, and I also donated three hundred yuan to support the war of resistance."

"Good fellow!" Hu Banfeng was dumbfounded: "How can anyone donate voluntarily?"

"Your brother has just arrived in Shanxi and you don't know yet. Things are different now. Under Chief Yan, he was stingy and imposed all kinds of taxes. Since Chief Chu came to southeastern Shanxi, he abolished all the taxes first in Changzhi and then basically everywhere else."

"My god, this is truly a great saint!"

"That's right. That's why I said your brother is really rich this time. The one following him just now is his unmarried wife..."

"How can I return it if I haven't gotten married yet..."

"Oh~ We are all old feudal, with old ideas. What's the point of following them?"

Boss Yin thought for a moment and couldn't remember how to say it: "Anyway, it's still different from us old Shanxi people."

Seeing Hu Banfeng standing there stupidly, Boss Yin, who had already started talking, was unwilling to stop. He pulled Hu Banfeng's arm and said, "Brother, please listen to me."

"Early tomorrow morning, I will leave Changzhi and head north to the front line to command the battle."

There were not many pedestrians on the street, and a few shops were still open.

Changzhi is also considered to be Shangdang area.

It is even the most developed place in the entire southeastern Shanxi region.

Song Wenying nodded slightly: "I will see you off tomorrow"

Chu Yunfei shook his head and refused: "No, we have to leave before dawn, and it is also for the sake of confidentiality..."

"During my absence, you should draft more telegrams to show the close relationship between the army and the people, deepen the connection between the people and us, and flatter Commander Yan at the same time."

"Rainbow what?"

Chu Yunfei explained with a smile: "It's just to praise Chief Yan's achievements. He is old now, and he made many mistakes when he was young. Now he has corrected a lot of them, and he needs others' affirmation."

"As long as he continues to make no mistakes, history will not mind giving him a fair assessment."

Song Wenying nodded thoughtfully: "If you put it that way, I understand."

"It's getting late, Pengcheng, send Miss Wenying back. I'll go back and get ready. We'll leave in the early morning."

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)