"You, stop!" Miki Matsushima was frightened by the explosion behind her, and grabbed the new bag with both hands and couldn't help but protect it on her chest, and slowly turned around. Behind him, two gendarmes strode over.

"You, don't you know the order, aren't you allowed to perm?" A stout gendarme did not let go of her pitiful bird-like expression, and yelled at her. Passers-by on the streets of Tokyo saw this and avoided it from a distance.

"And your new clothes. With such gorgeous clothes, if the Imperial soldiers who were fighting on the front line saw it, and thought that we were only greedy for comfort in the rear, how would they feel? The gendarme, who was in his early twenties, kept scolding her with a straight face.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Miki Matsushima said repeatedly, bent down and never lifted up, "Today, the family arranged for me to go on a blind date, and I just dressed a little too much!" "Miki Matsushima really didn't know that there was such a regulation recently. She has been busy working overtime, switching back and forth between the bed at home and the factory machine every day. She had just taken a day off, and she was a little late about some news from the outside world.

The face of the slightly older gendarme next to him softened, but the young gendarme's face lagged, and he still rebuked: "Frugality is a virtue that a girl should know from a young age!" A large number of words made Miki Matsushima's tears wash her face with light makeup, and then stopped.

"It's not a good habit for girls to be unpunctual!" When Miki Matsushima repacked the courtyard where she hurriedly felt the meeting, Shunzo Takano, who put down her pocket watch, said lightly with a straight face.

"I'm sorry!" Miki Matsushima couldn't explain, so she could only bow her head and apologize repeatedly.

"Let's go inside!" Shunzo Takano didn't say anything more, just turned around and entered the courtyard, and Miki Matsushima followed him closely.

Miki Matsushima, who dragged her somewhat tired body home, felt that today was really bad, and cutting off her freshly permed hair had already upset her, and after watching it for more than an hour, half of the time was playing the news of the glorious achievements of the locust army, and after finally finishing the news, she played the glorious war history of the locust army's previous conquest of Korea, puppet Manchuria, and China.

This kind of propaganda is not quite the same as what her eldest brother's letter mentions. A letter from the eldest brother, who had been serving in the military in China for three years, mentioned the hardships of being in China.

"As soon as the battle starts, it is terrible to see familiar faces disappear every day. And I can only pray that the shells of the vanguard army do not fall on our side. Many people in the army who claim to be brave will never be able to break through the barrage of the vanguard army. The barrage on the battlefield was like a cage, trapping us. But it's also a little easier than the cold guns of the Vanguard marksman. In the face of them, a bullet could shoot through our heads at any moment, and I just watched as our squadron leader fell not far from me, and Matsuno-kun also fell into my arms with a shot in his eyebrows, and his brain flowed all over me, leaving no words. I can't imagine that my life could be worth a bullet. I don't know what's going on, but my heart trembles when I hear the Vanguard's weird screaming planes flying overhead. Yes, you read that right, it's shaking! Even full of despair. ……”

The letters sent by Miki Matsushima's eldest brother to the family were simple words of peace, but the letter to his father couldn't help but convey his fear on the battlefield. Miki Matsushima saw the letter under her father's pillow, but the propaganda throughout Japan made her a little skeptical.

However, she also had some doubts about some of the rosy prospects advertised by the Japanese government. After the news of the Japanese losing several battles also spread through the grapevine, she believed her eldest brother's words even more.

In his reply, his father still scolded his eldest brother. Since then, the eldest brother's letter has only been peace. However, she and her mother are worried about their eldest brother and hope that the war will end soon. But today's Takano dragged her to look forward to the beauty of the war for most of the day, and followed him to a meeting of young people next to the shrine to discuss the southward march of the imperial army. Looking at his determination to learn from Seishiro Itagaki in his heart, she suddenly thought of what her eldest brother looked like before he set out on the expedition, and the strangeness in her heart made her just follow him silently.

"I'm back!" Miki Matsushima shouted.

"No need to shout! Mother has to work overtime tonight! The younger brother Matsushima Yumen lazily poked his head out, and there was a grain of rice hanging from the corner of his mouth.

"Have you eaten it?" Miki Matsushima asked.

"Hmm!" Matsushima Yumen wiped his mouth, stuffed the rice grains back into his mouth, and chewed twice before saying, "I still have to rush to work at the aircraft factory." Today I'm on the night shift! ”

"You've worked hard, be careful!" Miki Matsushima looked at Matsushima Yumen's thin and short body and couldn't help but say. My younger brother is still in junior high school this year, so he needs to go to the factory to help with the work. The night shift is the hardest work. Even these fourteen-fifteen or fifteen children, whose bodies are still developing, need to work almost the same as adults. Matsushima Yumon stood up for a few hours every night, followed by a simple night meal, and lasted for several hours until dawn.

The army has drawn more young people, leaving the factories with a shortage of workers and not enough people to replace them. Under the slogan "All for the Empire", as long as you can do your job, you are doing what you can. Even more than 30,000 elementary school students in the Tokyo area, who just graduated this year, have joined the service industry and worked part-time part-time.

"Child labour shall not be employed. Heavy fines for employing child laborers! Economic-administrative and legal means are implemented together. Parents of children who have dropped out of school without completing compulsory education must also be punished accordingly. Meng Xiang directly commented on a report submitted by He Siyuan.

Zhou Bai was talking to Pharmacist Tang and the others who were arriving one after another. Some of the news that Zhou Bai got needed to be discussed by everyone, and when everyone was gathered, Meng Xiang took the opportunity to deal with a few approvals.

"Although there is a subsistence allowance, the subsistence allowance can only sustain people from starving to death, especially the lowest level of subsistence allowance. At this time, if you suffer from illness or other accidents, people are also in trouble. People have to struggle in this life, old age, sickness and death all their lives! Meng Xiang closed the document and sighed.

"Hibaku, you've done a good job." Tang Mingyue, who was also a part-time secretary next to her, couldn't help but be comforted.

"No one can change this life, old age, sickness and death. However, it is not easy for you to make them less scary. Tang Mingyue said, "Let's just talk about this life." Everyone knew before that giving birth to a child was a ghost door! I remember a statistical record that in 37 years, the maternal mortality rate in some areas was as high as 15%, and the normal infant mortality rate was a quarter of the same. But now with free births in hospitals and the help of a large number of scientifically trained midwives, this situation has dropped dramatically! ”

"The subsistence allowance system specifically improves the treatment of the elderly, and even the lonely and widowed elderly who have no relatives to rely on can support them all year round. Even after they die, a free public cemetery will allow them to be buried in the future. Tang Mingyue continued.

"Public cemeteries are free, but those who build private cemeteries don't know how many people will scold me behind my back in the future!" Meng Xiang smiled when he heard this.

Until this era, it is impossible to understand the origin of cremation in later generations. On the plains, the large piles of graves have crowded too much land. At that time, Zhou Bai calculated for him an account of the total area occupied by the grave, which startled him. If this continues, it will not take a few generations for the grave of the dead to be larger than the house of the living, and the descendants will have to sleep on the grave.

In peacetime, these graves are good bunkers, but in peacetime, the graves in the cultivated land occupy space and are not conducive to mechanized farming. This year, with the loosening of funds in the hands of people in the war zone, this phenomenon of large-scale grave building has become even more prominent. Meng Xiang had to introduce measures to restrain these things.

"What? Do I still have to pay for building a grave in my own land? When Old Man Xu heard this, he jumped up, pointed to the nose of the village chief in front of him with an empty sleeve and scolded, "Little rabbit cub, when you become an official, your wings will be stiff, and you will persuade your father to come here." Don't think I don't know, Xu Dashuai has said that he is exempt from all harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, what kind of tax do you collect? Or the first one to come to me? ”

"Dad, it's true! This is the tax decided by the government, it is the luxury tax! It was voted on by the three levels of citizens' councils. Xu Dayong was a little helpless about his own Lao Tzu.

"Extravagant? Is it a luxury to build a grave? ”

"Dad, you see that you have to occupy almost half an acre of land for a big grave, if you ,...... in the future"

"What's wrong with half an acre of land, don't you see that we still have ten acres of land at home? Meng Dashuai said that there is no need to pay taxes within ten acres of land. In the past two years, there have been saints, the wind and rain have been smooth, and the harvest is good. There are six acres of land, and our whole family will not starve to death, what are you afraid of? After that, three generations will be passed on in the future, and we will still have land to plant! Old man Xu didn't listen to Xu Dayong's propaganda in the village.

"Then your great-grandson, what to plant?" Xu Dayong said angrily.

"Meng Dashuai won't give us any more land then?" Old man Xu rolled his eyelids and said.

"Where do we still have land? Let's take our village as an example, there are still a few households that have no land and can only eat food and subsistence allowance. Where will I go to get land in the future? Meng Dashuai asked, 'Is it possible to let future generations go to the grave to farm?' Although Xu Dayong was injured and discharged from the army, he also gained insight in the vanguard army and learned to read and write. In addition, he has participated in relevant discussions at the township and county levels, so it is natural that the head of the talk is the Tao.

"This is what Meng Dashuai said?" Old man Xu blinked and asked.

"Of course, we flat-headed people can only look at the present, and Meng Dashuai has to look at the five hundred years before and after!" Xu Dayong took the opportunity to say that he knew that he Lao Tzu was most convinced of what Meng Dashuai, who had made him live a good life, said.

"And the dead man still collects money? This idea of asking for money from the dead, can't it be that there are villains around Meng Dashuai? Old man Xu hesitated.

"What is asking for money from the dead? Meng Dashuai said that public cemeteries should be built in various places, and places with good feng shui should be selected, and we ordinary people will not charge a penny for burial in these public cemeteries, it is completely free! Xu Dayong was dissatisfied, "Only those who build graves indiscriminately collect taxes." The larger the grave, the more taxes are collected. Meng Xiang himself said that if he died, he would be cremated and his ashes scattered into the sea. Don't take up any space! ”

"Really?" Old man Xu's mouth opened wide in surprise. After a sleepless night of thinking, he finally gave up on his idea of setting aside a grave in his field.

This kind of thing is very sensitive, and it is impossible to fit it all. Not everyone has the consciousness of godlessness, and do not do to others what you want, let alone do to others what you do not want to do to yourself. So Meng Xiang gradually promoted this matter under the banner of "thinking about future generations". With free public cemeteries, there is also less resistance.

"Free public cemetery, still very popular. I've heard that there are people who come from outside just to get a cemetery! Tang Mingyue pinched Meng Xiang's shoulder and smiled.

For the third time, Bao Youxin took out the palm-sized skinned and smoked rat meat of the baby in his arms, and tore off a small strip and brought it to his mouth.

There was no one around the dilapidated land temple, only a topsy and fluffy yellow-haired earth dog not far away drooped its tongue, looked at this side, and slowly came over.

Looking at its wagging tail that was getting more and more urgent, Bao Youxin protected the jerky in his hand, but the dog got closer. Bao Youxin slammed his teeth at it, and a low roar came out of his throat, but a small strip of meat was still tasting on his tongue from his mouth. The earth dog was frightened away by Bao Youxin's waving arm, and picked up his tail and turned to escape. But when he smelled the smell of the fallen shredded meat, he suddenly rushed over, and as soon as he stretched out his tongue, he swept away the shredded meat.

"You dead dog!" Bao Youxin, who was just about to pick up the meat strips, didn't have the strength to chase after him, and after throwing out a clod of soil to drive the dog away, he could only sit down and rest.

"You can't be cured! Find a place to take care of the aftermath! The words of the third doctor had already put an end to his thoughts.

"Aftermath? The money is all gone, and the family is gone, what do you use to take care of the aftermath? Bao Youxin was even more desperate, if he hadn't heard the news on the street about the introduction of a free public cemetery on the territory of the Vanguard Army, he would almost have thought about throwing himself into the river and dying.

But this news magnified his idea of going to the ground for peace, and made him think of going to the vanguard instead. He was already penniless, and even if he had money, it would be impossible for the puppet Manchurian train to reach the territory of the vanguard army. After getting to the vicinity of Jinzhou, he could only bypass the mountains step by step.

"If you die, you will die in the pass. Someone there finally collected the bones and stopped feeding the wolf dogs! He looked at the south and said in his heart.

Meng Xiang was enjoying the fragrant little hand on his shoulder, and after hearing Tang Mingyue's words, he was stunned for a moment, and said with a wry smile: "In order to save land, and at the same time, for the sake of war preparedness, these public cemeteries were built underground, dug into rows of caves, and circled layer by layer to dozens of meters underground. Except that it is not soaked in water, the conditions are relatively simple, but it is not like an ordinary cemetery as others say. At most, only a wooden coffin like a paper shell can be provided for free. But in such humble conditions, there are still people who take the initiative to come? It can only be said that the people are too bitter. ”

"This is why the people in our joint theater are much happier than elsewhere! Others praise you, Meng Dashuai, as a saint who comes out once in 500 years! Tang Mingyue smiled lightly.

Meng Xiang also felt proud in his heart, his greatest achievement in the past two or three years was probably the praise of the people.

"The saints are all fake, this is just the most basic treatment that a country should give to its citizens, so that the people will not waste their lives in birth, old age, sickness and death, and exhaust their life's energy, so that the people can play more potential in all aspects of society under the activation of more educational opportunities. In this way, a country can be more prosperous. Meng Xiang sighed with emotion, and then smiled, "You have been talking for a long time, why didn't you say anything about illness?" Are you worried that my health insurance plan will be difficult to implement? ”

"I'm half a doctor, and I know that plan is too much to do!" Tang Mingyue didn't say much, her identity was easy to taboo if she said too much.

"I know! So for a long time, I didn't implement this medical insurance plan, but just lowered the price of drugs a little. But these things have to be implemented anyway. Meng Xiang nodded lightly, turned around and stared into Tang Mingyue's eyes and said, "There are some things that always have to be done, and what I want to bring to this country is not only a war to defeat the invaders, but to make this country stronger, so that the people of this country can live better than others, and they will not be bullied by others." ”

Then he smiled faintly: "Don't worry, I won't implement it all without complete certainty." We have to use our money first, and it will take a long time to improve the medical insurance, and we will only implement a small subsidy for medical care and medicine in the early stage. Don't get in the way! ”

Tang Mingyue stared at the confidence on her seemingly ordinary face with a little stupidity, and just as she was about to speak, Rat Er had already quietly walked over and stood aside.

"What's the matter?" Meng Xiang also saw the second rat and asked.

"Yali have news!" Rat Er did not shy away from Tang Mingyue, whose level of secrecy had gradually increased, he just said a few code names, which was also impossible to guess.

"Comrades, victory will be ours in the end!" Nobunaga Nobunaga waved his fist at the men with the dishes on their faces.

The 61st Independent Infantry Regiment stationed in Japan swooped down on Nakarugawa and scattered the nascent red force. The radio station was lost, and Nobunaga was unable to keep up with him, so he could only continue to cheer up the revolutionary comrades around him who had suffered setbacks and were a little depressed according to the orders given by the commander.

Russia had already signed a secret pact with the Japanese and had given up most of its support for the Red Contingent in Japan. When some activists were unwilling to be trained in Soviet Russia, Nobunaga resolutely stayed behind and continued to lead the team. Although his betrayal had reduced his team by more than half, as a clone, he was not too frustrated by his defeat, and all he needed was to complete the tasks assigned by the commander.

"We, the Red Army, on behalf of the Japanese people, execute you Japanese parasites!" Sanlu Nayan ordered, and after a dozen gunshots, a skyrocketing fire broke out over a large mansion.

"Pack up everything here, you can't leave it to those whites at all!" Mika's face was as cold as a knife.

"Kill these traitors! Don't let go of a single one! The cries that he heard in his ears had been distorted in the fire that had ignited in the house, but Park Keshuang turned a deaf ear to them, just staring at the delicate face with teary eyes in front of him.

"The officers and soldiers are coming, what are they doing in a daze?" Suddenly, a bearded man with a woman's dress kicked open the door and broke in, and was stunned when he saw the woman on the ground.

"She's mine!" Pu Keshuang stopped him, and as he spoke, he picked up the eldest lady who had been sexually obscene countless times before, and staggered out of the smoke-filled door excitedly.

"Straighten your team! Prepare to evacuate! In the firelight, Jin Dae-il's face also showed the indifference of the clone.