Next to a huge waterwheel beside the Angara River, Zhang Yiping hugged Marina Marina’s waist and blew the cool wind slowly on the river. "Beautiful Eliza, your gentleness is like the Angara River wind. I think I love you …"
"Me too, Mr. Lieutenant … but I don’t know your name yet … it’s not fair to me …"
"Honey, the name is just a sign …"
"If people ask me, I have to tell them who my man is and what his wife is?"
"My surname is Zhang and my name is Yiping …"
"Then can I let others call me Mrs. Zhang?"
"Finish! "Zhang Yiping said that there are many people named Zhang in China and many people named Zhang Yiping.
"That’s great … I’m Mrs. Zhang, and no one dares to bully us and confiscate our property …" Eliza threw her hand into Zhang Yiping’s arms and Zhang Yiping couldn’t help reaching into her department to touch her flat abdomen and feel the dense fluff and lubrication.
But a quarrel next to it interrupted Zhang Yiping’s interest. The quarrel came from a wooden house next to the waterwheel, and the Russian’s thick voice was fully exerted at this moment.
"This is my mill. I’m afraid those poor legs are making trouble again! "Eliza said," let’s go and see honey! “
Zhang Yiping held Eliza’s hand and walked into the big waterwheel mill. It turned out that an old Russian man who came to grind flour had a quarrel because of too much loss and refused to pay. Zhang Yiping and Eliza asked why Eliza ordered the miller, a strong man in his fifties with a broad chest and gills, not to give the ground flour to the ugly and short Russian old man.
The Russian old man scolded people and pulled the flour bag into his arms, and the flour mill helper also pulled it into his arms. In this way, the little Russian old man pushed the flour mill helper, and a helper waved a big fist and hit him according to his forehead. The Russian old man fell down and staggered up. There was a blood bruise on his forehead. He suddenly walked up to Eliza and took a deep breath and said, "Take the flour! You eat and see how long you can eat. The Bolsheviks will come back one day. "Then they went out with trembling shoulders.
Eliza screamed and said to Zhang Yiping, "My God, did you hear what they said? “
Zhang Yiping shook her head and Eliza added, "Didn’t that poor leg just say that the Bolsheviks would come back one day?"
Zhang Yiping doesn’t know Russian. I don’t know if it’s true. He recruited a hand from Wang Weigang. Wang Weigang walked over to Zhang Yiping and translated the words of the old man just now and said, "Boss, the old man should be their accomplice even if he is not the Bolshevik party party member. We should arrest him and hand him over to a military court for trial …" Wang Weigang remembered the scene when he was in a former military court. Those jurors who hate Bolshevik Cossacks will definitely sentence him to death!
But those Bolsheviks are not worthy of sympathy, because this is China. God, it is reasonable to attack them.
Zhang Yiping said, "Obviously, this old man is not a soldier and does not belong to the jurisdiction of a military court. Besides, it is too much to say that he will be sentenced to death in this way. I think we should leave this matter alone until the administrative system is established."
"Siberia is too big for the China government to send officials to manage here. I guess all this depends on the Russians to manage themselves."
Wang Weigang said, "I’m not a cold-blooded killer, but now I think maybe killing them all is the best way! “
"A group of old men, women and children, if you get it, kill it!" Zhang Yiping said.
Wang Wei’s just words
In a short time, there was a bigger cry outside. An old woman just now, the old man’s wife came to beg for flour back. She tried hard to squeeze out tears to win the sympathy of Zhang Yiping and his entourage and cried, "What is this, China lords? Do you want to be good for our Lord?" What’s the rule? Grind the flour and swallow our flour. Give it back to me! "
"It’s not that I don’t give it to you, it’s that your old man hates it. Let’s go, aunt, or I’ll pull your hair!" The helper laughed and said
"Do you have any conscience when you have detained so much flour from us? If the Bolsheviks are here, how dare you? The Bolsheviks have just left, and you have ruined the China soldiers’ masters …" The old woman cried and said.
"Are you blind? Didn’t you see China soldier master with my young lady now? They want to help and help us. We want you to spit it out one by one after you have taken many benefits from our master in the past few months … "The helper threatened.
"Oh, my god, the landlord’s old fortune counterattacked. Is there any justice in this?"
"Let’s go or I’ll beat you!" The helper said savagely that the old woman refused to leave and was kicked hard by the helper. The old woman hurriedly ran away crying.
Wang Weigang said with some reluctance, "Boss, how pitiful this old woman is, why don’t we help her?"
"I just said that I killed them all, and now my sympathy is rampant?" Zhang Yiping sneered.
"People’s hearts are fleshy …" Wang Weigang said, "We also have such a thing happening in China … At the end of this day, landlords and rich people didn’t have a good thing. They colluded with the government to bully poor farmers and ordinary people. Now we feel that the rich man colluded with the dog officer …"
"If you think so, you shouldn’t come to the army and go abroad to fight in Wang Weigang!" Zhang Yiping sneered, "You should go home and run for the village head or the community owner with your love, and give your limited energy and compassion to the people instead of here."
"Here we are the army, not send warm." Zhang Yiping put her arms around Eliza’s waist. "I’m interested in women now, but I’m not interested in mixing them with the Russians themselves."
Wang Weigang was scolded a little angrily by Zhang Yiping, and Xiao Peng pulled his skirt to persuade him, "Don’t spoil a woman’s fun, okay?"
Wang Weigang said a little angrily, "Just because a woman can distinguish between good and evil? At first glance, I knew that the woman bullied the people … instead, we helped the evil … "
"There is no such thing as good and evil here. It is very beneficial to support the landlords and the rich to counterattack. It is good for us and good for the boss. Because I can win a beautiful woman … I would do the same for me … It’s a pity that I have to go on duty or find a big mouth and a small one … I really want to verify it myself …"
"I have nothing to say to you more and more. I would rather kill them than support the landlord’s wealth. You don’t know how hateful the landlord’s wealth is!"
four
What Zhang Yiping wants now is a bed, and then Eliza is stripped off and thrown into the bed for all the brewing-that is, the emotional foundation has been completed and so on.
Finally, in the town hall, Zhang Yiping found a bedroom to do this for Eliza. She did it from noon to night, and then the next morning, and then she got up with a bright light. After breakfast, there was another noise outside, and some people marched in the streets with drums.
Wang Weigang came to report that "the boss is your father-in-law’s adult. The street parades around and tells people that you are going to make him the mayor!"
Zhang Yiping scratched his head and said, "There was one thing. He came to pick up his daughter last evening, so I promised him something casually. I didn’t expect him to take it seriously …"
"I’ll warn him …" Wang Weigang said. "Didn’t I just sleep with his daughter? Two coppers at most …"
"no!" Zhang Yiping stopped Wang Weigang and said, "Last night, I thought about it, and it was not necessary for Sergei, a veteran and a ruined aristocrat, to be the mayor …"
"But how can he live if he becomes a poor man in the mayor’s town?" Wang Weigang said.
"The poor are worthy of sympathy, but don’t forget whether they sympathize with the Bolsheviks or party member. If the government is handed over to them, they will give the town to Russia sooner or later," Zhang Yiping said. "We should proceed from the point of interest instead of sympathy. Besides, letting these Russians fight fiercely will help us control the whole Siberia. Unless we can really kill them all, we must play these plots and containment methods and let them consume."
"We don’t support the poor, but support the landlord’s old wealth to adapt to the law!" Wang Weigang said, "I am also a poor man!"
"Now you are not. According to the Bolsheviks, you are a bourgeois Wang Weigang!" Zhang Yiping said, "You are a petty officer with a monthly salary of about 10 yuan, and there are about 150 yuan a year in the Far East or Siberia. You can buy a thousand acres of land and become a famous landlord. You are a landlord class and a landlord, just like Sergei …"
"So Sergei is just like us …" Zhang Yiping said.
"This … how can I inexplicably become an evil landlord? I didn’t do anything bad!" Wang Weigang said gloomily
"Sergei didn’t do anything bad. He just had a little money and was a little mean to people," Zhang Yiping said with a smile.
The noise outside is getting louder. Zhang Yiping looked through the window and saw Sergei sitting proudly with a pipe in his mouth. A sturdy pony pulled the carriage and waved his hand to the people around him. It was like winning the election, as if he was afraid that people would not know that his baby daughter had hooked up with a Chinese official.
The residents of Little Square, a small town next to the street, were wearing long fur coats and crowded in a dark place. The women all tightly covered their fur coats and cotton-padded clothes and tied them together like sheep.
Selfish and cunning Russian old man Malelov turned blue in the crowd with his lips tightly closed and his fingers clucked to be continued.
Chapter 659 Inform
Selfish and cunning old man Manlielov went to see his in-laws because his in-laws youngest daughter also hooked up with the official, but to his disappointment, his in-laws Suri Konov completely changed and became like Sergei, and he blew Manlielov out with cold words.
Back, Lumanlelov met the old man with a broken arm and a white beard and asked him for a cigarette. Then the old man with a white beard told him that Sergei had come to see his in-laws Suri Konov last night, and it seemed that they had reached some tacit understanding. Sergei left a position in the town government of Suri Konov.
"Suri Konov has two beautiful daughters and hooked up with China people, and you have one son and you fight for the Bolshevik party. Of course he wants to draw a line with you!"
Suri Konov came to be a poor leg. He changed his position to the opposite of the people because he climbed the China identity horse and became an official horse.
"Blame it on you for not having a beautiful daughter …" said the old man with white beard.
The sun hangs like a ripe town, and the sun on the big apricot in Chengcheng Huang is foggy and smoky. It’s a little angry or a little cold. Manlylov is in a restless mood. When Sergei is the mayor, he will definitely force him to pay his debts by fishing boats, and he relies on his in-laws to take refuge in Sergei. That is to say, they have taken refuge in China.
After Sergei’s parade, a man in the crowd shouted at the top of the steps, "… did everyone see the landlords and the landlords and the rich men counterattack? You regretted it. Why did you hesitate when the Bolsheviks suppressed their department? Now they have no chance to make a comeback. Folks, if we don’t unite with the Russian society, we will win again. Your son will be sent to whip and suppress workers, or fight with vampire nobles and landlords and the rich men. constitutional conference will be overthrown and replaced by the slavery system, and the people will be in dire straits.
In the near future, our daughter, who has been raised hard, will be snatched up by China people and brought back from the river by China people. We have raised a fat pig and we will give it to China people if we don’t want to eat it ourselves … "
Manrielov knew that this man was a town teacher Pronovich, a man in his forties with glasses, and he was a Bolshevik.
"If China people give money, it’s okay!" A man in Taiwan said, "We young guys are all dead on the battlefield. It’s all thanks to you Bolsheviks and czars. Why don’t you marry an old man if your daughter doesn’t marry a China?"
This is the truth. Most of the young people who participated in the European War have gone to the battlefield. It’s hard for the young people to come back after the war. The rest of the young people were pulled to the front by the Bolsheviks against the White Guards against the anti-Japanese and the China people … until now, none of them have come back.
Pronovich said, "Our boys are fighting in this country. They sacrificed to resist China being killed by China … We want them to take revenge …"
"With us these old men and women, children how to revenge? Besides, they were killed on the battlefield. I can blame you officials for not treating them like people and letting them die. I know that you political commissar are cold and inhuman guys … You still have fun shouting here … "