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Yan Xishan, Feng Yuxiang, Li Zongren and other major military leaders left Nanjing with a full stomach of resentment.

Before leaving, Li Zongren and Feng Yuxiang had many secret conversations. Both of them believe that Chang Kaishen wants to play dictatorship, and they are ready to refuse to carry out the disarmament plan, and if Chang Kaishen wants to use force, then they should support each other and never give in.

Subsequently, Li Zongren hurriedly returned to Wuhan and asked Bai Chongxi to transfer all the troops stationed near Beiping and Tangshan back to Wuhan to prepare for war.

Chang Kaishen noticed the movements of the Gui army, and also gathered a large army on the border between Hubei and Anhui, and the Jiang-Gui War was about to break out.

Feng Yongcai didn't care about that, and repaired the plane by himself. No matter how the Nanjing side is disarmed, it will not be able to control the affairs of the three eastern provinces anyway, and there are Japanese people eyeing the Northeast Army according to the plan.

Feng Yong's forced landing place was on the outskirts of Shanghai, and after he repaired the plane, he invited dozens of farmers from the local area.

First, the runway was simply built, and the road was paved with gravel and sand, and then Feng Yong sat in the cockpit and shouted at Zhou Hexuan, who was watching the excitement next to him: "Mingcheng, come up!" ”

"That's okay?" Zhou Hexuan looked at the simple runway stupidly, not to mention whether it was flat or not, the length of Nima was not enough, at most it was only a hundred meters.

Feng Yong smiled: "No problem, come up!" ”

Zhou Hexuan trembled and climbed up, put on his flight cap and said, "Fifth brother, my little life will be handed over to you, you can do it." ”

"Haha, I'm ready to take off," Feng Yong turned his head and shouted to the farmers in the rear, "Hold it hard, I'll let it go!" ”

Several peasants tugged at the rope, and the other end of the rope was attached to the tail of the plane.

Feng Yong immediately started the plane and dragged the peasants forward for several meters. When the engine reached the predetermined number of revolutions, I heard him yell: "Let go!" ”

Shout~~~

The plane moved forward like a catapult, only about 80 meters on the runway, and then quickly flew off the ground and rose into the sky grazing the hill in front of it.

"I'm grass!"

Zhou Hexuan wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead, and said in shock: "You are playing with your life!" ”

"Don't worry, I'm sure," Feng Yong said confidently, "Last time, the plane was smaller, and it only ran 50 meters and flew into the sky, and this 120-meter runway is more than enough." ”

"You're amazing." Zhou Hexuan said speechlessly, swearing in his heart that he would never take the plane driven by Feng Yong again.

Feng Yong soon drove the plane over the city, playing in circles with nothing to do, and the rumble of the engine attracted many Shanghai citizens to stop and watch.

Not long after, another plane flew below, Feng Yong immediately flew towards the people, and waved at the other party and shouted: "Hey, good afternoon!" ”

It's a pity that I can't hear it, and the greeting is in vain.

Like Feng Yong, the plane on the opposite side was also hovering over the city, but they were not playing, but throwing things into the city.

Hundreds of small parachutes, like dandelion seeds, float everywhere in the sky, and they look very beautiful.

"What is this?" Feng Yong was surprised.

Zhou Hexuan thought for a while and said, "Maybe it's handing out leaflets." ”

"You can take a look." After Feng Yong finished speaking, he drove the plane and dived down.

The sides of the plane were not closed, and Zhou Hexuan probed and found a small fluttering parachute, under which there was printed paper.

Zhou Hexuan opened the print, and the content on it made him speechless for an instant.

"What is written?" Feng Yong asked.

"Advertisement," Zhou Hexuan said with a black line on his forehead, "Tang Camel's word-selling advertisement." ”

Let's say that Yuan Gongzi is already very individualistic when he publishes words in newspapers, but Tang Camel is even more awesome, and he actually uses airplanes to distribute advertisements for selling words.

Who is Don Camel?

As mentioned in the previous chapters of this book, he wrote 30,000 couplets in six years, and it was not enough to hire two assistants to sharpen the ink, and he invented the ink grinder himself.

Feng Yong laughed when he heard it: "Haha, interesting, the first time I saw a plane selling word advertisements, I had to go to a visit." ”

Zhou Hexuan can only say: There are many crazy people in the Republic of China.

Because the plane was not fueled enough, Feng Yong only walked around for a few minutes, then went to Hongqiao Airport to land, and then the two of them took the car back to the Haig Road house.

After a night's rest that night, Feng Yong drove a plane to Beiping, and then flew to Fengtian to report to Zhang Xueliang.

Toynbee, who had been in Shanghai for a few days, also came with a female secretary to resign. He was going to visit Chang Kaishen in Nanjing, and then to Hubei and Shanxi, where he traveled around to study China's culture and politics.

Toynbee asked, "Is Mr. Zhou interested in teaching at the University of London?" ”

"It's too far." Zhou Hexuan directly refused.

Toynbee sent out an invitation: "If I have the opportunity, I hope that Mr. Zhou can go to the UK for academic exchanges, and the scholars there will definitely be very interested." ”

"Let's talk about it later," Zhou Hexuan said, taking out a stack of manuscripts, "this is my article, which has been translated into English, Mr. Toynbee, you can bring it back to England for me." ”

"It's an honor." Toynbee laughed.

Those were the manuscripts of "Historical Research", but when Zhou Hexuan gave a lecture, it was changed to "History of Human Civilization". The content is similar to that of the lecture, but with some revisions, which he and Toynbee discussed with him.

The two have agreed that this series of academic papers with different views will be written and signed by each other, and those with the same views will be jointly signed and published.

Toynbee left, and Shen Congwen also went to work, and was invited by Hu Shi to become a teacher in a Chinese public school.

As a result, on the first day of class, Shen Congwen made a big joke. He stood on the podium and watched the students below be silent for a long time, his mind was blank, and his face and neck were red.

The students were a little confused, not knowing what the new teacher was trying to do.

I only heard Shen Congwen say: "Give me five minutes!" ”

Well, Shen Da's writer is down in the head, and he can't find the north for the first lecture.

The Chinese public school is in Shanghai, and when everyone comes out to party on the weekend, Shen Congwen naturally becomes the object of ridicule.

Shen Congwen's expression looked very embarrassed, and Hu Shi comforted him and said, "It's okay, it's okay to take it slowly, it's inevitable that something will go wrong the first time." ”

"Let's talk about literature." Shen Congwen covered his face and said.

Xu Zhimo asked Zhou Hexuan: "Mingcheng still hasn't written new poems?" ”

Zhou Hexuan thought about it and said: "There is a song. ”

Xu Zhimo found a pen and paper and couldn't wait: "Write it out and take a look." ”

The poem that Zhou Hexuan copied this time was very short-

"Broken Chapter"

You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery,

The people watching the view are watching you from upstairs.

The moon adorns your windows,

You decorate other people's dreams.

Xu Zhimo chewed on the meaning repeatedly, and praised fiercely: "Good poem! Good spirituality! Memorable! ”

"It's a bit zen." Hu Shi said with a smile.

Shen Congwen carefully experienced the artistic conception, and a smile appeared on his face, as if he remembered his past in Xiangxi.

Just when "New Moon" published this poem, Zhou Hexuan's works were finally published in France, and there were several of them.