Chapter 8: Guerrilla (5)

Early in the morning, Mo Di pushed open the door, and a long figure was already waiting in front of the door, dressed in a long shirt and dressed as a Confucian student. Seeing Mo Di, he arched his hands and said, "General Mo is early!" I am a teacher at the school here, and when I saw the general's signature, I admired the general's calligraphy very much, and I wanted to ask the general to give my students a calligraphy lesson. ”

"Me? Calligraphy lesson! "Mo Di's big mouth is open and can't be closed.

"Exactly, exactly, the general's calligraphy, the pen walks the dragon and snake, the big up, and the demeanor of everyone." The teacher said: "We are a small place here, and it is very difficult to find a teacher with such profound calligraphy attainments. ”

Mo Di nodded and said: "Teacher Meng can afford it, Mo Di doesn't dare to refuse, don't think that this is a small place, my home is on the other side of Jinzhu Ao, it is smaller than here." Three points of my words are taught by my father, and seven points are all based on copying everywhere over the years, more than ten years in the army, more than ten years in the monument, as long as I have the heart, I can write good words. ”

"That's very, very!" The teacher nodded.

When they came to the school hall, more than 30 students stood in the middle hall to greet them, and bowed in unison when they saw Mo Di coming.

Walking into the classroom, the students bowed again before sitting in their seats, and Mo Di saw that on their desks, there were pen and ink inkstones, there was very little paper, only one or two pieces per person, and it was still very inferior straw paper, and he knew that it was in short supply. Smiled and asked, "Do you want to learn to write big or small characters?" ”

Most of the students said to write small characters, only two or three said to write big characters, asked the reason for writing small characters, they all said that there was no paper, small characters can write a few more, write big characters said that they learned to write big characters, can write couplets during the Spring Festival.

Mo Di said: "Today, I will teach you to write big characters, but not on paper, okay?" ”

The students immediately became happy, and even the teacher next to them laughed, it seems that this person is also from practicing sand table characters. Writing with a wooden stick in the sand table is a common trick for poor students, a small box of one foot square, put the fine river sand, after writing, use a stick to rake, immediately return to the plane, and write again, but the words written in this way have their shape and cannot be sharpened, and the limitations are great.

Mo Di said: "We have to prepare our own writing tools, okay?" ”

The students nodded curiously.

Mo Di led the students to the south wall root, where there are many floor tiles, one foot five square, very neat. This kind of floor tile is pressed into a mold by loess, burned by fire, and used by large households to pave the ground, which looks clean and tidy. Mo Di asked the students to carry a piece of it, wipe it with hay, and put it on their desks, and then each found a bamboo tube and filled it with a tube of water for later use.

The teacher saw that Mo Di was not making a sand table, and he was curious to follow along.

Next, Mo Di found a piece of big bamboo, first sawed it into a foot to grow a section, and then broke it into an index finger size, and cut one end into a thin clump with a knife, like a rough big pen. Mo Di dipped this big pen in the water of the bamboo tube and wrote a big word on the floor tiles: "Learn".

The students soon got their pens ready, some went to the kitchen to borrow knives, some went home to make them, and one student came back the latest, and he actually brought the village carpenter and asked him to make one or two hundred sticks, and count the money and rice as he pleased.

Usually quiet in the school hall is as lively as a polder, the old lady in the backyard is also alarmed, let people come out to see what is going on, after a while, the little girl who inquired about the news ran back to tell her that the general who lived here yesterday is teaching students to write, not using words and paper, water and bamboo, the words written like this, and good-looking, and generous, the floor tiles absorb water very well, as soon as the writing is finished, it will be dry, you can continue to write, write until the floor tiles can no longer absorb water, put it in the sun to dry, and can be used again after drying.

"Hehe, this person really has a way, we are remote here, pen, ink and paper are not convenient, and I can't always practice calligraphy, so that the calligraphy level of this group of students must be greatly improved." The little girl said.

"That's a good thing." The old lady also smiled: "Help me out and thank him." ”

"My wife wants to see him, I'll just invite him in, and you can go out where you still need to work." The little girl said.

"The difference is that he is a teacher, and he can't tire teachers to come to see me." Lao Taijun Liu said: "Heaven and Earth are the teacher, and the teacher is on the list. ”

With that, with the help of the little girl, the old lady walked out of the backyard and went straight to the classroom in the front yard.

At the door of the classroom, Mo Di is using a pen made of bamboo, teaching students how to transport capacity, how to walk the pen, how to transfer, how to start and harvest, a "Yong" word soon appeared on the floor tiles, gold hook and silver stroke, very skillful, causing the students to exclaim.

"Okay, just this Yongzi, each student will try to write five on their own word board, if you think the writing is good, you can raise your hand and let me read it." Mo Di said.

At this time, the teacher saw Mrs. Li standing at the door and hurriedly greeted her.

"Old lady, why are you here?" The teacher said.

Hearing the teacher's words, the students also stood up in unison and shouted in unison: "Please Mrs. Ann!" ”

"Why am I here!" Mrs. Li smiled and said, "I heard that there is a Master who is teaching, and I want to learn from it. ”

Mo Di knew that this was Chief Li's mother, so he hurriedly stood upright, a standard salute, but he couldn't speak. The old lady smiled and said: "I can't afford this ceremony, where is there a reason to be saluted by the teacher." ”

Mo Di smiled and said: "Juniors, how dare you call yourself a teacher in front of your elders." ”

"A teacher is a teacher, how can you say it in vain!" The old man came to Mo Di and said: "Although the teachers of our school are outstanding in calligraphy, the waves are far away, there is a lack of ink and paper, and the children write too little, it is difficult to practice the essence of calligraphy. The teacher uses water instead of ink and bricks instead of paper, so that the children have the foundation of writing, and the calligraphy must be greatly improved. And let the old woman replace the prodigal man and give the teacher a salute. ”

When Mo Di heard this, he was so frightened that he jumped three feet away, walked to the side of Mrs. Li, and no longer dared to stand opposite her. If you dare to accept her old man's salute and return to the army, the brothers must tear themselves alive.

After leaving the waves for a long time, he had already walked on the official road from Yongfu to Guilin, and Mo Di still recalled the scene in the Li Mansion before, and the old lady asked the steward to come over and confessed: "To re-record in the register, this Mo Di General is not a guest who visited the palace, but a teacher of the Li Mansion, and the calligraphy of the Li Mansion is all taught by the Mo Mansion." ”

When leaving the Li Mansion, the steward took out a letter of Guangyang to Mo Di as a bundle of repairs, and made Mo Di's face flushed, and he sweated profusely, and finally resigned, and the steward took out a lot of food, let Zhao Guolong take it and eat it on the road, and told Mo Di that if he didn't take these again, the old lady would come out in person, so scared that Mo Di didn't say a word and let Zhao Guolong accept it. After hitting the road, Zhao Guolong told Mo Di that these foods can not only be eaten in Guilin, but even in Hengyang.

Respecting the teacher and respecting the courtesy, it is no accident that this place can get out of Chief Li.

All the way out of the two rivers is a low earth mountain, far away, you can also see the Matou Mountain behind the Li Mansion, Mo Di thought, we must find a way to widen the mountain road from Tashankou to Liangjiang before, expand it into a post road over Jinzhuao, use a carriage to connect Baishou with the two rivers, and lead the humanistic atmosphere of the two rivers and one place to the ancient city of Yongning.

After branching into the official road, the invincible pony team also became faster, and occasionally cars drove by on the road, rolling up thick dust, and the small trees on the side of the road were covered with a gray layer, or they could not return to their original appearance until after a heavy rain.

After noon, the horse team arrived at Yangtang Airport, although Lingui is located in the western suburbs of Guilin, but lined up two airports, from Liangjiang to Yangtang Airport first, and then to Ertang Airport, Ertang Airport is older, but also smaller, because the plane is getting bigger and bigger, the runway is getting longer and longer, Ertang Airport is gradually outdated, replaced by Yangtang Airport. The airport was empty, there were no planes on the wide runway, and I watched from afar some American Hawker biplanes on the side of the runway.

In this kind of place, ordinary people will not approach, and Mo Enemy and his party will approach when they are fully armed, and it is precisely because of their dress that the sentry at the airport did not stop them, but let them see enough.

"This is our plane?" Zhao Guolong asked: "Why is it different from the plane we saw on the Anhui front?" ”

"I don't know." Mo Di said: "This kind of two-layer winged aircraft is not better than the Japanese single-layer wings. ”

Perhaps hearing the conversation between Mo Di and Zhao Guolong, the sentry on one side couldn't help but laugh, and said to Mo Di: "The chief is wrong, the single-layer wings are much faster than the double-layered ones. Our kind of plane was bought back from the United States five years ago, called Hawker III, which was a good thing five years ago, but now it is lagging behind. Most of the Japanese planes that the commander saw on the Anhui front were 96 light critique planes and 96 land attack planes, which flew fast and had a long range, and were much stronger than ours. ”

"Oh!" Mo Di nodded, his understanding of the aircraft and the air force was not as good as the sentry at the airport gate, and asked very sincerely: "I have also seen our air force planes in Hefei, which are also single-layer wings, I heard that they were imported from the Soviet Union, I don't know which kind of aircraft is more powerful than the Japanese." ”

"The Japanese are better." Or no one had ever asked him for this knowledge, and the sentry was very excited, saying: "The Soviet Union's I-16 is only available in the central government, and we have not seen it, I heard that it can fly to a top speed of 440 kilometers per hour, and that kind of plane, if you want to shoot down, you have to prepare more in advance." ”

"What is lead time?" Mo Di asked curiously.

The sentry thought about it, picked up a wooden stick on the ground, drew the flight of the plane and the shooting trajectory of the bullets, and patiently and seriously told Mo Di and the others about the knowledge of advance measurement as easy to understand as possible. After finishing speaking, I asked like a teacher: "Do you understand?" ”

Mo Di and the others nodded a little stupidly, they were already confused, this kind of knowledge was a bit deep for them. On the contrary, one of Zhao Guolong's soldiers was clever and said: "Understood, just like shooting birds, you have to aim the sand gun in front of the birds." The plane flies faster and farther than the bird, and if you want to use the 38 rifle to knock down the plane, you have to aim farther ahead. ”

"Three-eight rifle fights off the plane? How is this possible! This time it was the sentry's turn to be dumbfounded, in his opinion, in order to be able to take down the plane, it was necessary to use heavy anti-aircraft machine guns.

Zhao Guolong turned around and asked his subordinates: "Do you really understand the urine bubble or are you pretending?" ”

The subordinate who was called into a urine bubble patted his chest and said, "What is this, when did my Liao cannon brag." Anyone who has hunted understands this truth, but I don't know how much in advance of the jet, and I have to try a few times to be sure. ”

Mo Di thinks about it, it's really this truth, there is a precedence in hearing the Tao, there is a specialization in the art industry, and the ancients are honest and do not deceive me. He said to Liao Dacang: "After returning to Anhui, you go to be a platoon commander, get a few 92 heavy machine guns, practice fighting planes, and maybe beat one or two Japanese planes." ”

Liao Dacang puffed up his chest and replied excitedly: "Yes!" "Being a platoon commander is a good thing.

Looking at the sky, it was already past noon, and after thanking the sentry, the pony team left the airport.