The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

Early winter is approaching, and the weather is suddenly cooler.

There is still no widespread rainfall in Sichuan, with only a few drops scattered in scattered areas. The drought situation has not been alleviated, and the biting cold wind has brought new problems. Previously, the victims were just suffering from hunger, but now they have to face the current situation of being hungry and cold.

Yu Peichen was warming up on the stove and wearing a woolen coat. This was an extremely luxurious fabric in the Republic of China. Clothes made of woolen were even as expensive as fur.

Thinking of those comrades who are still working risking their lives and the struggling victims outside, Yu Peichen feels both satisfied and terrified about his current comfortable life, and feels a deep sense of guilt. She opened and read the letters sent from various places, picked out the important ones and put them separately, and gathered the unimportant ones together to prepare her own ghostwritten replies.

"Jingle Bell!"

The phone rang, Yu Peichen picked up the phone and said, "Hey, this is Zhou Mansion."

"It's not good, it's not good," Liang Xuzan's anxious voice came from the other end of the phone, "Secretary Yu, this is Liang Xuzan, please tell Mr. Zhou quickly that something big happened at Liujiatai's porridge shop!"

Yu Peichen quickly asked: "What happened?"

Liang Xuzan spoke quickly: "Hundreds of hungry people snatched the guards' guns and ransacked the temporary granary. Other hungry people either followed suit or fled in all directions. The relief workers and the security team suffered heavy casualties, and many hungry people were trampled to death due to the chaos. !”

Yu Peichen stood up suddenly in shock and said, "Don't hang up the phone yet, I'll go find Mr. Zhou!"

Two minutes later, Zhou Hexuan hurriedly came to the study, picked up the phone and said in a deep voice: "What's going on? Tell me clearly!"

"It happened suddenly. The specific situation is not clear yet," Liang Xuzan couldn't explain. "Commander Li has already led troops to suppress it. Those damn bastards actually set fires everywhere to create chaos in order to escape for their lives!"

"I'll be there right away!" Zhou Hexuan was so angry that he was shaking all over, dropped the phone and went downstairs to call someone.

The three Zhu brothers and Min Zhou, who had recovered from his injuries, all came to Chongqing with Zhou Hexuan, and even brought their families with them.

Among them, Zhu Guofu did not live in Zhou Mansion, but raised funds from various places to establish the Chongqing Guoshu Museum, most of which was provided by Zhou Hexuan. Brothers Zhu Guolu and Zhu Guozhen stayed in Zhou Mansion as bodyguards for a long time, and took turns going to their eldest brother's martial arts hall to give lessons.

Min Zhou has now become Zhou Hexuan's bodyguard, and as a Hongmen disciple, he went to Chongqing Ge Laohui to pay homage to the dock. If Zhou Hexuan wanted to deal with the local three religions and nine schools, he would send Min Zhou to contact them. This kind of thing was very convenient for Min Zhou.

Today, Zhu Guolu was teaching at the Guoshu Hall. Sun Yongzhen, Zhu Guozhen and Min Zhou were fully armed and following Zhou Hexuan. Only Sun Yonghao was left at home to guard against Xiaoxiao.

The river boat departed from the pier, bypassed Chaotianmen and went straight to Liujiatai. The three bodyguards all held rifles in their hands. Zhu Guozhen even set up a machine gun on the bow of the boat. If they encountered a large group of hungry people floating in the water, if firing warning shots had no effect, the bodyguards would really shoot to kill people.

Zhou Hexuan recently acquired three machine guns and borrowed a few soldiers from the garrison. Two guns were always mounted on the balcony of his home. Under cross fire, only regular troops armed with artillery shells could break through.

You can be kind in troubled times, but you can never lose your life because of kindness. Recently, there have been rumors of rich families being killed and their whole families spread across Sichuan. Zhou Hexuan had to be careful because his reputation was not worth it in the face of hungry victims.

When Zhou Hexuan came to Liujiatai Porridge, the place was already devastated. Countless victims were in shock, being guarded by security guards with guns, trembling together in a huddle.

Chongqing Police Commander Li Gengu looked ferocious, like an angry lion, catching a victim and beating him. Suddenly, he pulled out his pistol, pointed it at the victim's head and shot him in the head. After the murder, he was still angry and ordered his men: "Drag this son of a bitch to feed the dogs!"

Zhou Hexuan frowned and asked, "Have you checked clearly?"

"It's clear," Li Gengu said, his whole body shaking uncontrollably. He didn't know whether he was angry or because of the cold weather. "Although the porridge in Liujiatai is not much, it is not enough to starve people to death. These things The turtle son who snatched grain wanted to join Liu Congyun's "Confucius and Mencius". Now there are rumors everywhere, saying that the world will be destroyed and the drought in Sichuan will last for a hundred years. Only by joining the "Confucius and Mencius" can peace be guaranteed. But joining the "Confucius and Mencius" They wanted to donate property, but they didn’t have money or food themselves, so they decided to use the porridge warehouse!”

"Demon!" Zhou Hexuan gritted his teeth with hatred.

Li Gengu explained the situation to Zhou Hexuan: "Now we have caught more than 200 people who were robbing food, and killed dozens on the spot. The rest are being hunted. Some people have already fled to the main city. In order to prevent the police from pursuing and suppressing them, these people The turtle son actually set fires everywhere in the city!"

"How much food was lost?" Zhou Hexuan asked.

"The loss of food is not much. Liujiatai is a temporary warehouse, and more than 200 loads were robbed this time." Li Gengu laughed angrily and said coldly, "From October to yesterday, the total number of porridge farms was dead. Most of the 78 people died of illness. Now it’s good, the trouble caused by these idiots killed thousands of them in one go, and even eight of my men in the security team died!"

There are nearly 200,000 disaster victims from all over Chongqing, and Liujiatai Porridge has housed 70,000 to 80,000 people for a long time. Those who made trouble to grab food caused serious chaos. Tens of thousands of people fled and it was difficult to control. Most of the dead died due to stampedes.

Only more than a thousand people died, which is already a very small number. If the hungry people were not weak and tens of thousands of people went crazy together, a more serious disaster would have occurred in minutes. Li Gengu was scared even thinking about it now.

Li Gengu's face became ferocious, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Liu Shenxian, this demon, must die!"

"Yes, he must die!" Zhou Hexuan also felt itchy with hatred.

In the entire Sichuan military community, there are countless people who want to kill Liu Congyun. You know, not everyone is superstitious about religion, but any respectable officer must kneel down and kowtow to Liu Congyun. This is simply a great shame and humiliation.

When Liu Xiang had just unified Sichuan, his confidants asked Liu Congyun to be killed, but Liu Xiang did not take action because of his face.

Now that such a big thing has happened, Liu Congyun must die!

Although Li Gengu seemed brave and foolhardy, he was very calm at the critical moment: "Liu Shenxian is too famous and involved in too many things, so it will be troublesome to kill him. We need to discuss this matter with Mayor Li first. By the way, also I need to tell Chairman Liu."

"There is no need to bother Liu Xiang. He is still recovering from his illness." Zhou Hexuan said with a sneer.

Li Gengu thought for a while and smiled: "Yes, there is no need to disturb Chairman Liu. Just kill the demon first and then show off."