257 Justice is on

The whistling wind gradually settled down, and only the heavy snow was still falling endlessly, falling on the patio, on the roof, rustling.

Li Xiang stood under the dripping eaves, frowned and looked at the flying snowflakes. Why did he take every step so hard... Zhao Youyu knew what was on his mind and didn't dare to move. He stood next to him and thought about his thoughts.

Send Cai Fuqing away a group of people, and the two masters of the Zhao Ma family helped each other back.

Li Xiang bowed to them gratefully, and the two old men stood in front of Li Xiang. An old man stood straight, with a stubborn look on his face, bent the corners of his mouth, with a sparse beard, and his triangular eyes were shining. It was the father of Zhao's sister and brother. Another old man described Qingyan very much, with a trace of unconcealable fatigue and sadness. He should be the father of Martyr Ma Rong. At this time, he looked at Li and wanted to bow. There was no movement at all, but looked at him up and down at close range.

Master Ma is much more easy-going than Master Zhao. First of all, he nodded slightly and said, "Go inside and sit down!" The house is warm..."

"I'm not tired of it. I'm really busy with business, so I have to go back." Li Xiang smiled and arched his hand: "The grain has been borrowed, and I would like to thank the two old gentlemen for their great help. The great cause of the revolution also has the achievements of two old gentlemen.

"If you are willing to work hard and love the people, we will naturally help you." Mr. Zhao, who looked stubborn, didn't force him to stay. He just asked, "How are you going to use this borrowed food?"

At this time, even Zhao Youyu moved his eyes, looking at Li Xiang and wanted to hear it.

Li Xiang was frank and had nothing to tell. He smiled faintly and said, "I don't have such a great ability to feed more than 100,000 people for nothing. I know that teaching people to fish is better than teaching people to fish. Give them a bowl of rice, it's better to give them a bowl.

Zhao Youyu took two steps forward with his skirt. He looked at him in a surprised way and asked, "Revitalize with work? But what about the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled?

Looking at Zhao Youyu leaning over, Li Xiang was moved. He immediately coughed twice under the forced gaze of the two old men and said, "Military and politics will invest in building a nursing home, adopt lonely elderly people, build an orphanage, and adopt orphans. We will arrange work and accommodation for refugees with labor force. The reconstruction of Hankou is in urgent need of labor force, so we don't have to worry about no jobs. Therefore, I will lend half of this batch of food to poor families, and the other half will be put into circulation in the market to stabilize prices... You should know that now a big cake has bought a big ocean."

Master Zhao and Master Ma looked at each other and nodded with satisfaction.

Master Ma said, "Grand Marshal Li, I also call you Marshal Li. I hope you can perform, and I also hope that the revolutionary cause you mentioned can succeed as soon as possible. In this way, it's time for my son to close his eyes in the spirit of heaven!" Thinking of his son Ma Rong's experience, there was a burst of bitterness in his heart, and tears flowed down early.

Master Zhao gently patted his old friend on the shoulder.

Li wanted to look at the voice with tears in his eyes and tears. He couldn't help but feel sad. For a long time, he looked up and asked, "Why did Ma Rong die? It is to die for China's struggle for freedom. May I ask if the Chinese people are free today? Do you want to be equal? For this problem, Ma Rong should do his best to do the national revolutionary movement, and at the same time sacrifice his blood to exchange for Chinese national freedom. Ma Rong died for the National Revolution, with infinite glory.

Master Ma smiled helplessly. It was not that he couldn't let go of his son's death, so he said, "May the general not keep a quarter of an hour of enthusiasm. If you don't insist on carrying out the revolution to the end, you will not only be sorry for the compatriots who died tragically in Hankou, but also for my son, and even our two old men today.

Out of the Zhao family, Song Que asked, "Marshal, where are you going?"

Li wanted to gently put on the big-brimmed hat with a whip, looked at the snowflakes dancing one by one, and said, "Go to the Jianghanguan Bell Tower near the English Concession in Hankou."

Today, there is no speech hosted by the Political Department. For a speech aimed at foreigners, Li thought he must have a look, and maybe he would come to the stage to speak.

On the huge dock square in front of the Jianghanguan Bell Tower, the crowd is crowded. Everyone raised their heads and looked at a young student standing on the box in the crowd with eager faces.

The student representatives of various schools organized by the Political Department delivered speeches. The student representatives described the tragic situation of the Eastern and Western powers who had killed their compatriots in Hankou, burst into tears and weeping. Everyone was generous, sad and indignant, and his patriotic speech won thunderous applause.

There is light snow in the sky, the haze is dense, and the cold is abnormal. Some people are afraid of the cold and ready to leave.

A student couldn't help being indignant. He bit his middle finger on the spot, tore off a piece of his clothes, and wrote the four big words "Return my rivers and mountains". He cried sadly and said, "Foreigners bully us into a plate of loose sand, killing at will, and we want revenge. Don't be afraid of death. Are you still afraid of snow and freezing?

He wrote again, "May my compatriots reflect fiercely and don't be enthusiastic for five minutes. Cai Yiqian broke her fingers and cried. Then he cried and cried out loudly, "If you don't go, you will never steal a life."

At this time, the blood flowed at the broken finger. He jumped and shouted "Save the country" and dipped his blood to sign the written speech. The woman present changed color. The audience all cried, and some even cried bitterly.

In the three towns of Wuhan, all groups, schools, shops, institutions, and citizens on the outskirts of the city are looking at each other inside and outside Hankou. Pedestrians are like water, cars and horses are blocked, and they are shoulder to shoulder in front of the Jianghanguan Bell Tower. From young students to 60 or 70-year-old old women, they all scramble to show their righteous indignation.

There are five sets in front of Jianghan Pass, with leaflets flying and flags flying. Students and citizens, hearing and seeing, it makes people cry sadly. The number of people at the meeting is at least 200,000.

The hot-blooded young man suddenly fainted because he bled too much and his speech was not over.

"Cai Yiqian!" Several people immediately came forward to hold each other.

"Quickly, send it to the hospital!" The official of the Political Department immediately shouted nervously, "Send it to Renji Hospital!"

"I'm not going!" He stubbornly shook his drowsy head and shouted, "I'm going to march with the brigade and demonstrate to the foreign consulate."

As a member of the presidium of the conference, Feng Xiaoqi came over and said, "Listen to me, go to the hospital honestly!"

For him not to distinguish, Feng Xiaoyu immediately commanded the people, forced him to get down from the stage, and took a bus to Renji Hospital.

The speech conference was in full swing. An eighteen- or nineteen-year-old student took out a kitchen knife and walked on the stage and shouted, "I splashed Xuanyuan with my blood, leaving both liver and gallbladder."

This guy wanted to commit suicide on the spot to inspire future generations, and there was a desolate and tragic atmosphere suddenly appeared in the audience.

Hot-blooded youth, wherever they are put, they are all the same.

But this kind of innocence is also the most rare.

As a young man, many elderly people burst into tears: "Our country can be saved..."

Feng Xiaoqi also felt tears in his eyes, and the people around him quietly said behind him, "Mr. Li is coming!"

Sure enough, on the side of these crowds, several figures in revolutionary military uniforms followed. First, the temperament is sharp and elegant, isn't Li Xiang, who is it? He habitually wears the military uniform of an ordinary soldier, and no one has recognized this little soldier as the prestigious General Li. He just looked at the energetic and hot-blooded young people from time to time and nodded slightly.

Li Xiang and Feng Xiaoqi looked at each other and immediately smiled. Feng Xiaoqi separated the crowd and greeted him with a big stride: "Marshal, why are you here?"

Li Xiang smiled and said, "It's not yet to see the work of the Political Department - good! Very well done! Angry to the crown! Some people die for the country, some people cut their fingers for the country, and tens of thousands of people are sick for the country (referring to catch a cold because of the wind and snow). The public spirit is so tense, and I don't believe that the country's revenge does not... The conference is tragic and serious, and the resolute expression can add glory to the Chinese nation. It shows where justice is, and there are many people who go through fire and water.

Marshal Li lost his classical Chinese. It seems that our Marshal Li is very excited!

The two of them talked there, and the public seemed to know that the man in the soldier's uniform was the famous Marshal Li. The heavy snow is falling one after another, and the big guys are waiting quietly. The most energetic and warm-blooded young people were also quiet, and no one dispersed.

Feng Xiaoqi smiled and said, "Marshal, have you seen the eyes they are looking forward to?" Why don't you go up and say a few words?"

Li Xiang did not shirk. He climbed on the high platform and spoke generously to the dark crowd below: "If the concession is not taken back for a day, my brother will never stop! You have to negotiate with foreigners to the end. Hankou is the land of Chinese people, which is sacred and inviolable! But..."

As soon as he spoke, the people who showed a cheerful expression listened to him change his more heartfelt tone and said in the most easy and popular words: "... I can stand here and talk to everyone. There are no foreigners outside to smash the scene. What is it based on? It's the barrel of the revolutionary army! The country is weak and the soldiers are not strong. A man stood up, and foreigners had to negotiate politely. What if the country is strong? What if there are many soldiers and ships? Does the foreigner dare to look at us sideways and get stuck in our necks? Do you want to occupy our land and show off your power on our land? In the final analysis, it's just a sentence. Only when the country is strong can we have the status of everyone! Hankou is the land of China. It is the sacred land that our ancestors watered with blood and sweat. Why should we let foreigners step on our heads? As long as everyone is united, solid and can do anything, there is a way not to be oppressed. Everyone said, isn't that the truth?"

There was a burst of applause. In front of the platform where Marshal Li was standing, there were several patriotic young people who participated in the political department organized by Feng Xiaoyu. They immediately raised their arms and shouted, "We need to support Marshal Li to make the country stronger!" Several young people shouted with one voice, and the people below were very moved and shouted slogans.

(There is another update in the evening. Brother cried bitterly and asked for tickets for collection!)