Chapter 277

Another morning, birds chirping between the boughs of the trees, Zhu Yuyan opened her eyes, the sky outside the window, but it seems to be missing a little something.

The sound of chopping wood downstairs was missing.

She was awake almost immediately, she used to love to stay in bed and could stay in bed, but now the morning came extra early and she was awake extra fast.

But she did not get up, but put her hands on her stomach, lying quietly.

Because, now the little red building is too quiet.

So quiet that she was afraid to break the silence.

Her sister has been away for a week, she was not very eye-catching, as if in this family is not very important, Zhu Yuyan has always thought that she is the most talkative and noisy person in this family, in fact, it is.

But after her sister left, the house suddenly became quiet.

No one wanted to talk.

Zhang’s mom still hugged the radio and listened to opera every day, and when there was no opera to listen to, she switched channels to listen to commentaries, Suzhou opera, drum lyrics, songs, anything.

Ms. Zhu spoke to everyone only about business, not personal matters. It didn’t matter if it was to Professor Dai, or to Zhang Ma, or to her, not to mention Ms. Su. She spoke to Professor Dai about the teaching plan, to Zhang Ma about the moving plan, to her, she asked her to do the budget, to Mr. Su …… may not have much to say, but Ms. Zhu didn’t want to appear to be cold, so she spoke to him about Ms. Zhu’s studies.

Ms. Zhu believes that Zhu Er Miss since the university did not seriously study, but on the contrary, wasted too much energy on chores, she hopes that Mr. Su as a fiancé to take up the responsibility of supervising her.

Mr. Su gladly led the order, every day with her to read twenty words, regardless of whether it is a French monolingual or Russian words, read and then sampling memorization of five, and then write five math problems, five physics problems, memorization of a chemical formula, and then tracing a map ……

Mr. Su has been quite light lately, and he can get off work and arrive home at five o’clock on time every day, and he said that no one cares about him anymore, so he came back early.

“Mayor Feng ran away.” Su Chunjun sat on the sofa last night and told everyone, “He only brought a few of his inner circle with him, not even Mrs. Feng.”

Zhang Ma couldn’t bear to hear such tragic events of husbands leaving their wives behind, and busily asked, “Ah ah, so what happened to Mrs. Feng?”

Su Chunjun sighed, “Mrs. Feng …… hanged herself.”

Cai Wenhua immediately drew a line in the sand with Mayor Feng, scolding him profusely and making a point of paying for Mrs. Feng’s burial.

Su Chunjun felt that Cai Wenhua also wanted to run, but he wanted to run better than the mayor of Feng, see the mayor of Feng first run, then preemptively open the mouth of the mayor of Feng as a chaotic son of the evil devil, so that in the mayor of Feng’s “light”, they are running behind the people will not be so conspicuous.

The fact is also true, people are always surprised at the first, the second will be used to, until the third, that is old news, people are not rare.

So during this time Mr. Cai’s name was frequently in the newspapers, and various broadcasts described Mr. Cai in an extremely uplifting tone as the warrior who had stayed until the end!

As if he were going to negotiate with the Japanese.

In fact, government operations had stopped after Mayor Feng’s escape, and no one was left to do any official business. Cai Wenhua, despite the reports, had no intention of coming out of his mansion.

Su Chunjun then also hid.

Su Chunjun said last night that today is the day of Mrs. Feng’s burial, and Cai Wenhua is going to sing a big opera, so he wants them all to go.

Zhu Yuyan lay in bed and messed around thinking a lot, and didn’t get up until she heard a commotion downstairs.

The person who was cooking breakfast downstairs was Professor Dai.

Zhang Ma’s age is really too big, not to mention the fact that what is burned in the Little Red House is not coal, but firewood. The coal had to be saved until the night to heat the stove in the house. Zhang Ma couldn’t chop firewood, and Ms. Zhu, Zhu Yuyan, and Su Chunjun couldn’t do it, except for Prof. Dai, who had acquired his skills at the oil mill and at the British dormitory school, and could take on this important task.

Prof. Dai’s cooking was better than that of Big Head Shi.

Although there was nothing to cook with, Professor Dai did not put chili peppers! It also uses mushrooms to refresh the flavor.

Although Prof. Dai was 18 or 19 years old before he went to England to study, his cooking skills did not get much progress until he was across the ocean. When he was in the oil mill, he lived the life of a second young master.

In the mansion, the maid beside the miss wife is the second young lady, on behalf of the professor of this favored schoolboy is naturally the second young master.

The meals in the oil mill are sweet potato and corn, cabbage and radish. The best thing is the oil residue from the refining of lard, and that is the delicacy that Prof. Dai is now drooling at the thought of.

Prof. Day had told them that in English cuisine, very little oil was actually used.

“It’s because the English don’t refine lard for cooking and eating. They rarely eat pigs.” And so, he said, there is no such thing as lard, the good oil that makes the dish more flavorful and the dim sum more tasty as well.

One large-scale use of animal fats in British history was whaling and then using whale oil to make soap.

And he went to study abroad at a bad time.

“When I went, England was still in the midst of a famine that hadn’t come back, and there were only potatoes on the table, and even bread was rare.” That’s why he went swan hunting and gained his first friends and even an invitation to the club as a result.

The topic of conversation that accompanied the meal at breakfast to-day was Professor Day’s lesson in English common sense.

Everyone had a bowl of black tea in front of them, and ate it with small cakes made of cornmeal, which were mixed with shredded turnips and were soft.

Zhu Yuyan looked up happily when she heard about the British famine: “British famine?”

Prof. Dai smiled and said, “Yes, there was also a famine in England. Britain’s land is actually not that big, and it is a country that is highly dependent on imports. Didn’t expect it, did you? Developed countries are not all good. When the industrial revolution in Britain, the textile industry rose, many peasants lost their land and went to the city to work as laborers, and it coincided with a bad year, so the famine has been going on and there is a shortage of food, and it shouldn’t be over yet. I used to make the most noise when I was there, and there were discussions about it every day in school.”

Zhu Yuyan got excited listening to this, “What are they discussing?”

Discussing how to change the famine and plant more land? Drive the peasants back to the countryside again?

Professor Dai shook his head and said with a smile, “No, they are discussing how to expand the scope of the colony.” Using Britain’s tough ships and cannons to shoot down more places.

Zhu Yuyan couldn’t stop laughing.

Sure enough, one could not expect wolves to be vegetarians.

Zhang Ma only heard one piece of bad news: “What? The foreigners can’t get enough to eat in their country either? What about Little Cicada and Wuwei in the past?”

The others at the table exchanged a quick glance, and over there, Zhang Ma could no longer hold back her tears.

“I thought that if you can’t get enough to eat at home, you can get enough to eat when you go out, if they can’t get enough to eat even when they go out, then you shouldn’t force the children to go out.” Zhang Ma put down the bowl, wiped her tears with her sash, sighed, and refused to eat.

After breakfast, Zhu Yuyan sends Su Chunjun to work, the two walk arm in arm all the way.

Zhu Yuyan: “What’s the situation in England now?”

Su Chunjun: “It’s pretty much the same as here. The common people are short of food and clothing, but the high officials are not affected.” He said, “They have a lot of people there. He said, “Their food is also rationed.”

Rationing is a new Japanese rule.

There are now more and more merchants opening stores on the streets, and I have heard that some of the Japanese are forcing merchants to open their businesses. Although many have run away, many more have not, especially those who have lived in the city for generations, and who have been forced to submit to the Japanese.

The Japanese demanded that merchants sell only to people with good citizenship certificates. Grocery stores, drugstores, hospitals, and so on, all had to hang the Japanese flag at their entrances, and they also had to buy goods from the Japanese Chamber of Commerce.

The Japanese Chamber of Commerce then took the opportunity to propose a rationing system, requiring all merchants to sell things to their customers in such a way that they could not sell as much as the customers wanted.

Zhu Yuyan: “Adults are given one catty and six taels of rice or five catty of noodles a week, and children and the elderly are given half as much.” How can this be enough to eat? We can only drink thin porridge all the time.

She suspected that the Japanese wanted to starve the people in the city to the point where they had no strength to resist them.

In the past, some people refused to buy food and rice in the hands of the Japanese Chamber of Commerce, but now when they saw that the Chinese had opened their own grain stores, they immediately carried their rice bags over there, not realizing that the Chinese grain stores also required good citizenship certificates and refused to sell more.

I didn’t realize that the Chinese food store also needed a good citizen’s license and wouldn’t sell more. With this hand on their throats, many people who were reluctant to apply for a good citizen’s license before are now forced to do so.

Su Chunjun first rushed to the former mayor Feng’s house, this beautiful big house is obviously soon to change ownership, just do not know to whom it will go.

People were coming and going, moving things around, creating a bustling scene.

When Su Chunjun walked in, everyone greeted him warmly.

Cai Wenhua was sitting where Mayor Feng used to sit and was talking to someone, surrounded by a circle of people as usual.

Su Chunjun didn’t walk up, but stood outside, like a bystander, or Cai Wenhua saw him and hurriedly greeted him with a smile.

“Little Su, why are you hiding at the back?” He pulled Su Chunjun and pushed him in front of him, introducing him to the crowd, “Little Su, you all know him, right? A high achiever, a high achiever who has returned from studying abroad, ah, he was highly regarded by Mayor Feng before and entrusted with a heavy responsibility.”

The people around them were not sure whether to laugh or not, nor did they know what Cai Wenhua meant, whether he was trying to flatter or ridicule, so they all quieted down.

Su Chunjun didn’t bother with the gazes around him that were sticking into him like thorns, he turned around, pushed away Cai Wenhua’s hand that was grabbing him, dusted off his clothes, and said, “Mr. Cai, let’s not bring up the old stories. Mr. Feng’s person is gone, so what’s the point of talking about him?”

Cai Wenhua bit into his cigar smoke and laughed, “You’re forgetting fast, I can still remember how good old Feng was to you.”

Su Chunjun laughed twice and said, “Not as good as you, Mr. Cai.”

The two of them were sword-like, and the people around them were even more at a loss.

As a result, Cai Wenhua even pulled Su Chunjun to sit down, and only then did the crowd realize that Mr. Cai was just joking with Mr. Su!

Only then did they all relax and could talk and laugh again.

At this time, a woman wearing a white dress with white flowers on her head and black raven hair, who was incredibly playful, came over and said with red eyes, “Mr. Cai, I’ve dressed the lady, when are we leaving?”

When she saw Su Chunjun, she also nodded politely and addressed, “Mr. Su is also here.”

Su Chunjun is even more surprised to see her here, “Mrs. Shao?” Not waiting for him to look at Cai Wenhua, he was given a smack by Cai Wenhua, “What’s the nonsense name?”

Mrs. Shao wasn’t angry, she just wiped her tears and said, “What’s there to apologize for? All of us women don’t have our own names, whoever we marry is considered our person. Mr. Su is not called wrong.” Saying that, she twisted her head and walked away.

Cai Wenhua was just watching the joke, Su Chunjun turned his head and asked, “Why is she here? You …… guys.”

Cai Wenhua didn’t deny it and said, “Old Feng didn’t even bring her with him when he left, how cruel. When she heard that Mrs. Feng hanged herself, she took the initiative to come and take care of these things for Mrs. Feng. I see that Mrs. Feng also has no family, and no children daughter-in-law, so this matter is entrusted to her, but also be considered the whole of her and Mrs. Feng’s friendship.”

What friendship? When the funeral was held, Su Chunjun found out. Mrs. Shao even appeared in the identity of Mrs. Feng’s daughter, she has been in this funeral, kowtow more than others to kowtow dozens of, when crying is also in the identity of the daughter crying, I do not know what she remembered when crying, originally no tears, listening to her cry for her mother, but were all hooked up to the tears.

Su Chunjun blinked away the tide in his eyes and turned his head to stand back.

Cai Wenhua sighed and said to him, “Madam used to have two daughters, but they just both went ahead, today there is a goddaughter to send her off, I think she will be happy in heaven.”

Su Chunjun did not say anything.

At this funeral, Cai Wenhua had gained political capital, and Mrs. Shao had recognized Mrs. Feng as her godmother, which was a cover for the past scandal.

As for whether Mrs. Feng is happy or not, there is no way to ask her.

After attending the funeral, Su Chunjun did not stay long and did not want to listen to Cai Wenhua talking nonsense, so he came out early.

Driver Chen was still following him, he was waiting outside in his car, and when he saw Su Chunjun come out he hurried over to open the door.

“Mr. Su, is it over?” Driver Chen stretched his head to look inside, and clearly could still hear the sound of monks chanting sutras, so it shouldn’t be over yet, right?

Su Chunjun sat in the car and said, “The people are all buried, but the monks said that they still need to recite another nine hundred and eighty-one scrolls of sutras, so I was impatient to wait, so I came out.”

Driver Xiao Chen laughed, “So are we going to wait a little longer or just go?”

Su Chunjun: “Let’s go, no waiting.”

Their car walked out not two blocks when they suddenly heard gunshots from behind them!

The gunshots were in succession.

Driver Xiao Chen immediately pulled out the pistol in his pocket, and Su Chunjun reflexively hid under the car seat, while also pulling out his gun.

Driver Xiao Chen stretched his head to look back, listened to the sound, and judged, “Something should have happened at the funeral site, Mr. Su, should we go back?”

Su Chunjun: “Go back and get killed? Go!”

Xiao Chen driver kicked the gas and the car sped away.

That night, he sent a telegram from the small house behind Mayor Feng’s residence.

–Cai Wenhua was robbed and killed by assassins, he was shot several times and his guards were also shot, no one was spared. The assassin is suspected to be Japanese.