I want to be a good person

Chapter 490 Chaos in Guangdong Province

"Outlander?"

"Yes"

Awkward official language.

Cantonese is spoken in Cantonese, and the current Hakka dialect has a strong regional flavor, which I really can't understand.

There are different accents in different places, which makes communication inconvenient. Southwestern Mandarin is said to be Guilin dialect.

He is very simple and enthusiastic.

The bright white ocean makes the patriarch more enthusiastic.

The two-hao silver coin and the one-cent copper coin were widely circulated among the people. In the early days of the Republic of China, most of the coins minted in Guangdong were subsidiary coins, and the political situation and currency were chaotic.

Yuan Datou has always been strong.

The countryside is very bold when it comes to painting with pen and finger.

Free-range chicken stewed with ginseng, stuffed tofu, mountain fish, and radish cakes.

After rewarding his stomach, he picked up the wild tea and took another sip.

"Where are you going, sir?"

"Go to the incense shop."

"It's a bit far. We belong to Huizhou Prefecture, Huangtang. Outside, Xiaodongyang occupies Daya Bay. For safety reasons, you should go to Boluo. From Boluo to Bao'an County, there is a train station in Tangtouxia. My nephew said that it can go directly to Kowloon."

The educated patriarch took a puff of cigarette and blew out a smoke ring.

"However, now that the little Japanese are in power, the businessmen dare not run away. They are too fierce. They can only rely on their luck.

Zhang Aiguo thanked him repeatedly. It was easy to get lost in the mountains, but he knew the general direction, so he could only correct it as he went along.

A salt-baked chicken, several grandmas ordered it, and even gave Zhang Aiguo a pot of herbal tea, fearing that he would suffer from acclimatization.

Zhang Aiguo was so moved by the enthusiasm that he offered to buy some local products.

"Sir, it's hard to travel, no need to buy, it's not easy to be out and about."

Zhang Aiguo wanted to find a person to walk, but there were not many donkeys, horses and mules in Guangdong Province, and there were only a few buffaloes in the village.

"Be careful on your way, and keep your silver coins safe."

I was a little confused by the old man's advice.

Guangdong Province opened up early, and Captain Sun Dapao started his career in Guangdong, where the economy is prosperous.

"There is a famine this year, and many people have starved to death outside. It is better for us to live off the land, but the world is in chaos, and there are still many soldiers and bandits."

After listening to what he said, Zhang Aiguo understood.

Guangdong Province relied on imports for food and supplies. The Japanese occupied important transportation routes such as the coast and the Pearl River Estuary, prohibited fishermen from going out to sea to fish, and abruptly cut off the supply chain.

Given the Japanese's crazy predatory nature, bloody rule and natural disasters, how could they end up well?

A scene came to mind. In 32, a great famine that started in Chaoshan swept across Guangdong Province, killing more than 300 million people.

There were starving people everywhere, abandoned children and babies, and corpses of people who had died of disease. It was a sight to behold. It was commonly known as the escape to Japan, and many people were unable to find their way home until they died.

The great famine during the Republic of China was unimaginable. The severe drought in the Central Plains that began next year was caused by the explosion of the dike at Huayuankou.

Many people slander the great men because people were hungry, lacked clothing and had little food. So why was the population able to grow?

The propaganda slogan “One not too little, two just right, three too many” shows that life is still bearable and is by no means on the verge of collapse as alarmist claims.

By 1979, the total population of China reached 9.75 million. If people generally did not have enough food and clothing, how could the population grow so rapidly?

With a sank heart, he waved goodbye to the villagers.

After enduring 1942 and then 1943, two years passed and the people could only endure the hardship. Zhang Aiguo felt that he was powerless.

We still have to learn from the officials. We don't care about the suffering and are naturally indifferent. Or maybe the officials are kind-hearted and will easily eliminate those unruly people, those who they think are not working hard.

The mountain path is long and rugged.

With the idea of less trouble being more important, Zhang Aiguo avoided passers-by.

The Japanese were stuck in a stalemate from the very beginning when fighting in the mountainous areas. The heavy artillery, armor, and even aircraft and naval guns they relied on were rarely used.

The Chinese people will never be slaves of a conquered nation. Even though they have inferior weapons and poor physical fitness, everyone is determined to sacrifice themselves. Without the support of advanced armaments, the Japanese would be helpless and would never have taken advantage of them.

"bang bang"

Two gunshots were heard from the front, followed by a bustling crowd of people shouting and screaming.

The reputation of "East Guangdong is the best thief in the world" is not undeserved.

Influenced by the idea that "anyone with a gun is a king" and "to be an official, one must kill people and burn things to be recruited", entire villages and towns became bandits, believing that being a bandit was a shortcut to promotion and wealth.

The temptation of a bandit becoming a provincial governor is self-evident.

It was Zhang Aiguo's honor and luck to encounter a small mountain village with simple folk customs. The armed fights in the countryside of Guangdong Province were also quite fierce.

The bandits in Guangdong Province were so fierce that the overseas Chinese communities in Taishan and Kaiping were forced to build a large number of watchtowers that combined residential buildings and military fortresses for defense.

hide.

Zhang Aiguo's subconscious reaction.

Why should a foreigner who doesn't understand the local language and doesn't know the local customs step forward?

He ran to the side, but he couldn't resist the overwhelming force of escaping. Several people were running towards him in one direction.

Gunshots continued to ring out behind me.

Someone was shouting, probably asking them to stop.

The Guangdong Province in the Republic of China had a huge stock of guns, and smuggling was rampant in the early years of the Republic of China.

Zhang Aiguo lay on the ground.

The fleeing people stopped running and turned around, relying on the terrain and starting to shoot backwards.

The pistols in their hands included revolvers, lances, which in Guangdong Province are called L-shaped pistols, and rolling pistols. Both sides were enjoying the fight.

While the battle between the two sides was in full swing, he slowly stood up, bent his waist and ran quickly to the side.

After running for less than five minutes, I was met by a dozen people with various long and short guns in their hands.

At a glance, the Chicago typewriter appeared in Zhang Aiguo's hand.

The 50-round drum magazine poured out in a fan-shaped pattern, and fell to the ground like harvested rice.

Zhang Aiguo stepped forward quickly. He had to touch the corpse, but he didn't have many copper coins on him.

The weapons collected were quite a mix. In addition to revolvers, box guns, the Mannlicher rifle that had not been seen for a long time, the Italian 6.5mm rifle, there were also some civilian-made pistols. The inscriptions on them were so incomprehensible that people had no idea what they said. People called them rolling pistols.

There were shouts again not far away, but I still didn't understand them.

With a wry smile, promises and agreements are indeed meant to be broken and torn up.

We don’t know what will happen tomorrow, so drink today.

The pace has not stopped. How can there be any good people holding the truth in troubled times?

As the old saying goes, when you have a sharp weapon, you will naturally want to kill.

Think of yourself like this.

In order to survive and make money, nothing is shameful.

After thinking about it, he took out the big black horse, climbed on it, hung his saber, and carried the Japanese's Type 44 cavalry rifle on his chest.

"drive"

The horse raised its hooves and galloped.

"bang bang bang"

Bullets whizzed past.

Someone was firing in the distance, the bullets were flying, but they were not accurate.

"Ran?"

"Can't catch up."

“Where do horses come from?”

"Hidden in advance?"

"Let's talk about it when we get back."

Zhang Aiguo ran for five minutes at full speed, keeping an eye on the direction.

It must have gone astray.