Li Shuzhen was stunned when she saw that her pink fist had just hit his right shoulder, where he had been shot. "Oh, I'm sorry, I accidentally touched your gunshot wound. It's okay, Hua Zhi."

Seeing Li Shuzhen's anxious look, Chen Tianhua was very satisfied. He pretended to endure the pain, frowned and said, "It's okay Qianhua, you'll be fine in a moment."

"..."

There was laughter and laughter in the living room.

In the first month of the year, there were still snowflakes outside, and the air was very humid. The leaves on both sides of the yard were already bare, covered with a blanket of white snow.

The visitors were two couples, and they started quarreling with each other as soon as they entered the door, which made the deserted courtyard suddenly lively. Even Mr. He Qing, who was standing by, also showed a happy smile.

Seeing his disciples laughing and joking, thirty-five-year-old Cai Heqing suddenly felt that he was getting old.

Instead of the poetic and picturesque mood of his youth, he was left with only the arrogance and courage to break the sky.

Just when Mr. Heqing was thinking about it, he heard Liu Yufang say:

"As a young man in this era, even if his level is not outstanding, he still has to be able to enter the court, which is the basic skill. Military can stabilize the country, literary can govern the country, and Hua is capable of literary and military. The last time Mr. Li Xietong was assassinated at the banquet, if he is like Yingshi

Like, I’m afraid I’m going to make a fool of myself.”

Although Liu Yufang is born as a girl, she has a chivalrous spirit in her bones. She admires heroes and chivalrous people, and she insists on practicing swordsmanship.

Therefore, he supported Chen Qimei to stay in Japan and tried to find a way to attend the Japanese Army Non-commissioned Officer School, and was willing to go together.

Although saying this seems to be a bit refuting Chen Qimei's face, these words are straight to the point.

Chen Qimei wanted to say something in defense, but had no choice but to keep silent.

Cai Heqing thoughtfully picked up the tea bowl, took a sip, and said in a deep voice:

"I read about Hua Zhi's shoulder shooting last year in the newspaper. I was shocked at the time. I was wondering and always wanted to ask Hua Zhi, where did you learn these Kung Fu skills?"

"It's like this. When I was young, my father secretly sent me to a Taoist priest. I studied martial arts for three years and practiced breathing. Later, I insisted on practicing it every day."

Chen Tianhua lied naturally.

No one knows about these myths and cannot verify them, not even Liu Yufang from the same village.

But when it came out of his mouth, it was the truth.

"Those of us who are talking about words are really facing the national crisis, but we can't help at all. We are useless scholars!!"

Unexpectedly, when Mr. He Qing opened his mouth, he was filled with passionate sighs. No wonder he would found the China Liberation Association in Shanghai two years later, at the age of thirty-seven.

Being a useless scholar seems to be self-deprecating, but isn’t it a sign of helplessness against reality?

Don't look at some people in real society. They talk about morality and ethics every day, but they talk about family, country and world, and behave politely when they go out.

But once he sees a profit, he immediately changes his face and seeks glory.

In the final analysis, on the one hand, the sugar-coated bullets thrown by the great powers are too tempting; on the other hand, the great powers' knives are too hard and their guns are too powerful.

Throughout the dynasties, this kind of soft-necked people has never disappeared, nor does it appear just now.

Therefore, it is inappropriate in Chen Tianhua's opinion to put all the responsibility on the "scholar".

After all, there are still too many people with soft backbones.

Just a bowl of glutinous rice balls brought up such a sharp topic, which made Chen Tianhua feel horrified.

He clearly saw that the ideas of these three people were so radical and dangerous nowadays.

It can be imagined that the senior sister Huang Zhongyu who was preparing dinner in the kitchen was definitely not a good person to sit quietly and recite Buddha's name.

The most critical thing is Li Shuzhen. She is young, has little experience in matters, and has no city government. She will be greatly affected by the environment.

As a modern person who came from later generations, I know very well where China's final solution is? Who finally saved the Chinese nation and allowed the Chinese nation to rise.

In the decades from now, how many passionate young men and women have stepped forward and shed their blood, becoming pioneers of the times and even unknown heroes.

However, the so-called new era that has been created is actually decades of warlord separatism and mutual competition for territory, which has plunged the people of China into dire straits again.

It's this detour in the dark that people can't avoid.

It’s not that Chen Tianhua has no blood, nor does he have no feelings for his family and country. Because he knows the future, making decisions is sometimes painful.

He sincerely hopes that the nation will rise, but he does not want himself or his surrounding relatives to become victims of this era and be used as sacrifices.

Looking at the excited crowd, Chen Tianhua didn't want the fuse to continue whizzing, so he interrupted:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the senior sister just spoke and said that we can play a few rounds of mahjong to kill time. We can't just talk about it. We will make our mouth dry and even make a pot of tea."

After saying this, everyone turned to Cai Heqing.

As a host, it is natural to treat guests warmly. However, as the teacher of everyone, he did pretend to be serious about this kind of national entertainment and said in a deep voice:

"Okay, let's clean up the stall and set it up. I'll teach you young boys on the mahjong table how to be a good person. Don't go into the office to drink tea one day. I don't know why."

Seeing that the teacher agreed, everyone got up and cleared the table quickly, and brought in benches to put tea.

Cai Heqing took out a pair of mahjong carved from pure bamboo and started playing mahjong on the smooth and bright Eight Immortals table!

Among the five people in front of them, Li Shuzhen was not very good at it. She was watching the battle, while Liu Yufang and Chen Qimei sat in pairs facing each other, and Chen Tianhua and Cai Heqing became pairs.

Before the mahjong game started, Cai Heqing held the dice in his hand and said seriously:

"The mahjong table is like a battlefield, where both mind and luck are indispensable. On the battlefield, there is no father or son, each is his own master. Today, we do not have the relationship between master and apprentice, senior brother or sister at the table. It means winning or losing. I have three hundred dollars on my body. Everyone depends on their ability.

Come and win.”

It seems that he has made up his mind to educate the disciples in front of him through a game of mahjong, so that he will avoid suffering big losses in the future without realizing it.

Now that you have spoken, you cannot hold back.

After one lap, Chen Tianhua played two small cards, Mr. He Qing played a big card and a small hand, and Liu Yufang and Chen Qimeiguang ran with them.

After a few rounds, Mr. He Qing had thoroughly figured out the playing styles of the three men and women. In addition, his luck was quite good today. Chen Qimei, who was sitting under his hand, was very unlucky and could not get a single card.

After eight laps, Chen Qimei lost the most, followed by Liu Yufang, and Chen Tianhua won a little, which was considered a breakeven.

The big winner is of course Mr. He Qing, Jiang is still very old.
Chapter completed!