A face-to-face encounter with a historical celebrity made Liu Lang completely change his view of history that he only knew from history books. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 There are many truths that cannot be told to you by one person or a group of people in words.

In Liu Wenhui, who almost never makes a mistake in his choice, Liu Lang felt the wisdom of an ancient civilization. Liu Lang did not exchange much with Liu Wenhui about any of his opinions on the upcoming Sichuan war, or that Liu Wenhui deliberately avoided this topic and did not give him this opportunity.

On the contrary, he was very interested in Liu Lang's idea of preparing to build a fortress on the Guangyuanchuan Shaanxi Road, and after pondering for a long time, he made a small request, the number of recruits of Liu Lang's independent regiment must be reserved for the Liu family for thirty seats. Compared with this small request, Liu Wenhui's compensation was simply beyond Liu Lang's imagination.

Liu Wenhui will provide Liu Lang with 100,000 catties of steel, 50,000 bags of cement, 20,000 square meters of logs, 200,000 catties of rice, and 5,000 sets of bedding within three months.

Is this a big explosion of character or the effect of the protagonist's aura? Listening to the strings of numbers in Liu Wenhui's mouth, Liu Lang's eyes were straight, these necessary living and building materials were more attractive than munitions. It's just that the history books don't say that Liu Wenhui's defeat was due to insufficient food and low morale? These things are scarce materials that can't be exchanged for the ocean of white flowers!

"Haha, what are you doing with a big eyeball? I think Lao Tzu is bragging, and tell your baby, it's just such a little possessions, you don't want to get the ball anymore! However, machine guns and cannons, Lao Tzu doesn't have them here, you have to go to Lao Jiang. Liu Wenhui looked at his nephew who was stunned by himself and couldn't help laughing.

Obviously, at this time, he is not the provincial chairman, and Liu Lang is not the colonel of the Central Army, he is just an elder who gives good things to the younger generation, although he is only forty years old at this time.

"Father-in-law, 。。。。。 you are" I have to say that in the face of such a rich gift, Liu Lang couldn't help but be moved.

"Hehe, this is not for your baby, who made your surname Liu? Remember, anyone who goes to your barracks doesn't need much care, and it's up to them whether they become a dragon or a tiger or a cat or a dog. Liu Wenhui smiled, took a deep breath and said: "If Little Japan really came that day, you tell them on my behalf that you are not only surnamed Liu, but also Sichuan people are Chinese, and our robe brothers will never pull out the band." ”

"Yes." Liu Lang's eyes couldn't help but glow with a hint of crystal.

Since Liu Lang came to this time and space, he rarely shed tears, even if he encountered his fellow clan being killed by the Japanese invaders, Liu Lang was only angry, and only wanted to kill the Japanese invaders to avenge his comrades. But at this moment, Liu Lang burst into tears, crying for a politician and a politician who did not hesitate to launch for himself and his family, resulting in hundreds of thousands of deaths and injuries.

He is also the representative of the old class, the old warlords, and the old family, and even if it were not for his pre-war uprising to save the people of Sichuan Province from misery, he would have been nailed to the historical shame pillar of the republic. However, it is such a person, when it comes to resisting foreign enemies, he can still pat his chest and say that the robe brother will never pull the belt.

No wonder, in the eight-year War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, Sichuan people could wear straw sandals to go out of Sichuan for 3 million to fight against the Japanese invaders, and if there were no Sichuan generals with national integrity such as Liu Xiang, Liu Wenhui, Yang Sen, and Wang Mingzhang to play a leading role in it, I am afraid it would never have been possible.

China will not die, and China will not forget, and it is precisely because of the thousands of Chinese who are unwilling to give up and will not give up resistance that China has carried through eight years that have never been seen in history.

"What are you crying about, the baby of the Liu family bleeds without tears. I won't keep you anymore, go back, go and see your old man, he hasn't run to me to inquire about your news during this time. Liu Wenhui smiled slightly, patted Liu Lang's shoulder, and turned to leave.

Liu Lang watched Liu Wenhui's emaciated figure disappear into the night, and knew very well in his heart that it would be difficult to have the opportunity to see this unpredictable but difficult not to admire this middle-aged man again. According to history, four months later, the Second Liu War will start with Liu Xiang's attack on northern Sichuan, and Liu Wenhui, who will inevitably be defeated half a year later, will avoid Xikang, and it will not be until the outbreak of the Anti-Japanese War in 1937 that he will go out of Xikang to Chengdu, and at that time, he should have already gone to the Songhu battlefield.

It's just that even Liu Lang didn't expect that when he saw this young man who helped him a lot again, he had already grown from a young man to a middle-aged man, and the former middle-aged was already the age of a sixtieth birthday.

That's of course an afterthought. Liu Lang walked out of the provincial government compound, greeted Chen Yunfa and Mo Xiaomei, who had been waiting for a long time, and left Chengdu City overnight.

As a branch of the Liu family in Dayi, Ya'an, Liu Lang's home is not in Dayi, but in Chongzhou, which is close to Dayi, and is only more than 40 kilometers away from Chengdu.

Although the road conditions are not very familiar, this is naturally difficult to overcome the sharp blade of the Republic that once relied on the stars in the sky to get out of the primeval forest, and the roads around Chengdu are much stronger than Liu Lang imagined, and there are even street signs with basically the same function as those of later generations. Liu Lang came to the door of a large mansion very punctually in the middle of the night.

The vermilion gate, which is not particularly large, looks very rich against the backdrop of four pairs of eight fiery red lanterns and two mighty stone lions, and the familiar memory of the body tells Liu Lang that this is his home, but I don't know if it is because he has not returned home for a long time, and there is a slight strangeness in the familiarity.

Liu Lang's faithful memory told him that his cheap old man was an extremely cautious person, as can be seen from the fact that he supplied Liu Wenhui with guns and ammunition and did not forget to give Liu Xiang who was far away in Chongqing. But these eight red lanterns, the two big stone lions are a bit too windy, Liu Lang couldn't help grinning, if it wasn't for the fact that the vermilion gate was not domineering enough, he still thought that he had arrived at the prince's mansion?

Without waiting for Liu Lang to step forward and knock on the door, a black head suddenly appeared on the wall near the gate, "I don't know which brother in the robe is visiting, the Liu Mansion has been closed to thank customers。。。。。。 ”

The pure Sichuan accent is matched with nondescript ancient sayings, and the combination of the two made Liu Lang laugh dumbly, and roared at the moment: "Brother Pao, a hammer, Sanchuan'er, you are a melon baby, you have only been gone for a year, and I don't even recognize Lao Tzu." ”

Chen Yunfa and Mo Xiaomei looked at each other and smiled, the sir was so recognizable that he couldn't even recognize it, and this thing had to be scolded.

The head of the wall was obviously frightened, and after being stunned for a long time, he only heard a muffled sound of "plopping", and the guy who was holding the ancient proverb in Sichuan dialect fell straight off the wall and didn't say anything for a long time.

Just listening to that voice, it hurts for him, the wall of Liu Lang's house is not high, it is two or three meters.

"Young Master Lang is back, Young Master Lang is back." A terrible howl rang out from the other side of the wall and resounded through the night sky.

Liu Lang's smile froze at the corners of his mouth.

Young Master Lang's word is not very good, why are you screaming so miserably, why does it sound like a wolf? Also, Nima's is to open the door for Lao Tzu!

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