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- Chapter 311 Fengling Ancient Ferry
Now that the situation in North China has stabilized, the Japanese can still abide by the "Tanggu Agreement". They have time to spare from their humble duties and rush to northern Shaanxi. In fact, they are inspecting the situation in northern Shaanxi to suppress the Communist Party, knowing themselves and the enemy, and preparing for the advance of the Japanese division to the front line of northern Shaanxi to suppress the Communist Party. Prepare.
This is a report to the Ministry of Military Affairs. The reason is high-sounding. It is also the plan that the Nanjing government has long ago, and the reason is sufficient.
Behind the scenes, Tang Qiuli sent another secret message to the Chairman. In addition to the above reasons, he specifically told the Chairman that Zhang Yang's Northeast Army and Northwest Army had hundreds of thousands of people, but they could not quickly wipe out the tens of thousands of soldiers. Red Army.
This phenomenon is really puzzling. After tens of thousands of miles of pursuit and suppression, the Red Army is already at the end of its war effort. It is tired and exhausted, and its remaining troops are defeated. However, Zhang Yang cannot win. The reasons are intriguing and strange.
The staff department is willing to go to personally visit Zhang Yang, understand the details of the communist bandits, and make advance preparations for the *** division to go to northern Shaanxi to complete the chairman's great cause of suppressing the communists.
The telegram was sent out. In addition to the explicit approval from the Ministry of Military and Political Affairs, the Chairman of the Committee sent a secret telegram. He greatly appreciated Tang Qiuli's actions, praising him as a capable person of the party and the country and a role model for leaders to share their worries. The old man Long Xin was greatly comforted.
Tang Qiuli is specially granted arbitrary power. If Zhang Yang is found to have acted inappropriately, he can deal with it immediately without asking the central government for instructions.
Tang Qiuli looked at the chairman's secret message and could only smile bitterly. Is the old man confused? He led thousands of men and horses deep into the hinterland of Zhang Yang's hundreds of thousands of men, and had to deal with them immediately. He was lucky not to be beaten into a hornet's nest. The old man was so sick that he sought medical treatment and regarded himself as a panacea.
Chairman Long Xin was delighted, and the Ministry of Military Affairs had no reason to refute it. Tang Qiu's trip to Shaanxi and Gansu was able to take place, and it had a special mission. As for the true purpose, only he himself knew it.
The troops left Peiping, passed through Handan, crossed the Qingzhang River, entered the border of Shanxi, and reached the Changzhi area from Licheng. Because it was too far from Commander Yan in Taiyuan, Shanxi, Tang Qiuli sent a telegram to Commander Yan, in addition to explaining the purpose of the crossing. In addition, he also casually greeted the shrewd Shanxi native emperor with a courteous and affectionate attitude, which gave Chief Yan enough face.
Also, passing by by others, he did not even say hello. He was rushing first.
In addition to replying with a warm welcome, Chief Yan also sent his general counselor to represent him, carrying a large number of gifts, and rushed to Changzhi overnight to express condolences to Commander Tang. He also ordered the civil and military local officials in Changzhi to receive Commander Tang to Shaanxi with the highest standards. Gan's team.
Tang Qiuli was quite surprised that Chief Yan was so generous and forthright in taking action. This was not in line with Chief Yan¡¯s character. It was probably due to the good relationship forged in Xiaowutai Mountain. There were many friends and many paths. Our ancestors were really wise.
In those days, when a local powerful group entered the territory of another local powerful group, it would often cause tension. If they disagreed, it was very possible to draw guns and fight.
Along the way from Changzhi to Jincheng and Yuncheng, they were all accompanied by General Counselor Yan. The high standard and the etiquette of the reception made Professor Ouyang and other scholars deeply sigh. It is good to be an official. There are people who come close to you wherever you go. We were welcomed with great courtesy. Unlike scholars like them, the local officials burned high-quality incense without getting stuck in oil.
Marching for several days, we stayed at Fenglingdu and crossed the Yellow River to reach the ground of Shaanxi. We shook hands with the General Councilor and said goodbye. Since ancient times, the Yellow River has a rule that no boats can be sailed at night, so the troops can only stay here and wait for dawn.
In the middle of the night, Tang Qiuli was awakened by the roar of the Yellow River. He was no longer sleepy, so he put on his clothes and got up. A mysterious moon hung high in the sky, dotted with stars. The night sky was deep and distant, and the water of the Yellow River lapped at the shore. To Tang Qiuli's ears, It is actually eternal and desolate.
Fenglingdu has been the largest ferry on the Yellow River since ancient times. It is located at the southwest end of Ruicheng County, Shanxi Province, 30 kilometers away, adjacent to Henan and Shaanxi provinces. It is at the corner of the Yellow River turning eastward. It is the junction of Shanxi, Shaanxi and Henan provinces. It is a transportation fortress that spans the boundaries of North China, Northwest China, and Central China.
For thousands of years, Fenglingdu has been an important hub of the Yellow River. I don¡¯t know how many people passed through here to enter the Qin and Jin Dynasties. There is a sentence in "Fenglingdu" written by Zhao Zizhen of the Jin Dynasty: "When water flows from north to south, the energy of the Central Plains is self-contained. The mountains connect to the Jin Dynasty, and the smoke trees enter the Qinchuan River. This ferry crossing where "three provinces can be heard when the cock crows" has a unique geographical location, convenient transportation, and the intersection of three rivers and the junction of three provinces.
Staying at the ancient ferry at night, listening to the sound of the yellow water, Tang Qiuli's thoughts drifted to the distant night sky, and he was lost on the bank of the Yellow River. His soul seemed to have left his body and became the misty moonlight in the night sky. He did not know that a few guards, loyal Guard him.
On his shoulders, a long coat was quietly put on, and he suddenly turned around. Under the night sky, Mei Ting's eyes were shining, and her face was gentle as never seen before. He returned to reality from his long thoughts, and was just about to He said thank you to Mei Ting, but Mei Ting stopped him with a sweet smile.
?Mei Ting stood side by side with him. The sound of the Yellow River water lapping on the shore seemed to be far away. The atmosphere was warm and ambiguous. Tang Qiuli was not used to it. He always believed that only by being with Xiaoling could he have this kind of artistic conception. Tonight Mei Ting unexpectedly gave him such a feeling.
Mei Ting was awakened by her strange feeling, which seemed like a dream but not a dream. The tiredness of the day was really too much for her weak body, so she had to go to bed early.
Her residence is some distance away from Tang Qiuli's residence, and the sound of the waves of the Yellow River also accompanies her to sleep. In her sleep, among the sounds of the waves, there are clear footsteps, entering her dreams without any obstruction.
Mei Ting suddenly woke up. The footsteps were so familiar. She walked out of the house like a sleepwalker and saw Tang Qiuli's lonely and desolate figure under the starry sky, solidifying into a sculpture in the night.
The instant feeling stung Mei Ting's heart. He must have had an unusual experience, and that experience has made him suffer to this day. Also, his hair is incompatible with his age. This mysterious boy, Deep in his heart, how many secrets are there that he doesn't know?
Mei Ting quietly entered the room and took out a long coat. At this moment, she felt indescribable love in her heart, and all she could do was to put a coat on him. Any inquiry would be stupid and unwise. Mei Ting would not make such a stupid mistake.
Tang Qiuli wrapped the long coat tightly around him and exhaled a long breath, which seemed to dissipate all the obstacles in his heart. He himself didn't know why, on some special occasions or in casual atmospheres, his mood would become dazed. Xiao Suo, on the other hand, has the idea of ??crying bitterly or shedding tears quietly.
"Go back, it's late at night, and we have to travel tomorrow," Tang Qiuli said in a low voice, Mei Ting nodded silently, although she did not hear a word of thanks from Tang Qiuli, but from the boy's eyes, Mei Ting I could clearly feel the fluctuations in his heart.
There was also a moment of closeness in the heart, and even though they left suddenly, these subtle feelings were enough for Mei Ting. She smartly felt that the distance between her and Tang Qiuli had inadvertently become much closer tonight.
At dawn, the ferry set off. In order to cross the Yellow River with thousands of people and a large number of war horses, local officials in Fenglingdu Town, Shanxi Province worked hard and finally collected enough ferries. Even so, they still divided the river into two batches.
The scene of hundreds of boats racing and thousands of armies crossing the river was spectacular. Tang Qiuli stood on the bow of the boat. In front of him was a field of yellow wheat that made him feel dizzy and palpitating. The rolling waves were like countless wild beasts crowded together. .
Roaring, rushing from the distant canyon, all the way to his chest, the rocks on both sides were as sharp as swords, black and green like iron, and behind the iron-like river bank, there were boundless loess mountains.
The rising sun is red and bright, painting the Loess Mountains and the Yellow River water with orange. The yellow waves rolling in the distance seem to be a beating and burning flame, burning across half of the western sky.
The ferry jumped up and down on the waves, the boatmen shouted desperately, and the boatmen responded with a tense and breathless chorus, "The water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, and it rushes to the sea and never comes back." The water of the Yellow River has been flowing into Tang Qiuli's heart.
He grasped the ship's railing tightly with his right hand, and his fingers seemed to be clamped into the wooden pillars. His chest was burning, and his mouth was a little thirsty. An uncontrollable passion surged in his heart, as if the endless water of the Yellow River had flowed into the boat. It penetrated his blood vessels and penetrated his whole body.
A tense atmosphere arose in the hearts of these northern men who had never seen this kind of momentum before. It seemed that they might be buried in the torrential yellow water at any time. Even the sturdy horses were trembling with fear at this time and did not dare to show off at all.
Among the rolling waves in the distance, a jumping black spot suddenly appeared and appeared, and a burst of heart-rending shouts could be heard. The black spot arrived in front of the ferry fleet in the blink of an eye.
It was a coal-carrying ship with a deep draft. It was lowered from the mid-water line like a flying arrow, as if it would fall upside down into the boiling yellow soup at any time. The boatmen were all bare-backed, and they were pulling hard and pulling hard. shouted.
Tang Qiuli watched nervously as the ship filled with coal was about to hit the ferry. The man at the helm exerted all his strength and dexterously turned the rudder. The ship flew past and disappeared downstream in the blink of an eye.
Tang Qiuli wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his heart still pounding. The hull suddenly became stable. It turned out that he had passed the rapids and the shore was in sight.
?Then came the boatman¡¯s unrestrained singing¡ª¡ª
You know,
How many bends does the Yellow River have in the world?
How many boats are there in dozens of bends?
How many poles are there on dozens of boats?
Dozens of boatmen come to stop the boat?
The boatmen¡¯s response was like muffled thunder¡ª¡ª
I know,
There are ninety-nine bends in the Yellow River in the world.
There are ninety-nine boats in the ninety-nine bends,
Ninety-nine boats have ninety-nine poles,
Ninety-nine boatmen came to stop the boat!
The song is melodious and desolate, penetrating Tang Qiuli's chest. The weather-beaten faces of the boatmen on the Yellow River ferry have wrinkles like knife carvings, full of the suffering and toughness of the northwest men, just like this mother who has flowed through the ages. The river has witnessed many historical changes, and there is a kind of power injected into his heart.
The boat lightly paused and docked. Tang Qiuli stepped off the gangplank in a few steps. There was already boundless loess under his feet, and in front of him was the ancient Tongguan Pass "within and outside the mountains and rivers".
Tang Qiuli asked Zhou Yushan to give each boatman thirty yuan in addition to the ferry money, not because of their poverty, but because in this short period of time, he felt a passion that he had never experienced before. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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