The Rise of the Writers of the Republic of China

   "Let him come up!"

   Zhang Xueliang was in a good mood now, he ordered his adjutant, and then smiled at Feng Yong happily: "Tell Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here. The author of this plan is here!"

   "Is that the Zhou Hexuan who wrote "The Rise of a Great Power"?" Feng Yong asked.

   "Yo," Zhang Xueliang was extremely frivolous in front of Faxiao, and joked with his legs crossed, "Well, Feng Xiaowu, you actually know how to read books and newspapers?"

Feng Yong pretended to be coercive and pointed his thumb at himself: "I am someone who wants to run a university, can I do it without reading a few books? This Zhou Hexuan is incredible, and his books are spread all over the universities in Peiping. ."

   Zhang Xueliang said in a low voice: "This person knows the domestic and international situation very well, and is a top talent."

  Feng Yong suddenly had a solemn expression and warned: "Six sons, don't be another Guo Songling! It's right to be honest with others and treat others with sincerity, but don't put your life in the hands of others."

   Zhang Xueliang was silent, he regarded Guo Songling as a good teacher and friend, and entrusted his troops to each other. It was the most elite unit of the Northeast Army, but Guo Songling counterattacked and killed Zhang Zuolin to the point of getting ready to run away. He only invited the Japanese to help stabilize the situation by signing a treaty of treason.

"Eat a cut, grow a wiser, I am no longer the Zhang Xueliang I used to be," Zhang Xueliang sighed, and then smiled, "Don't worry, this Mr. Zhou doesn't understand military affairs, he is just a pure patriotic scholar. I had a long talk with him for a few days, but I benefited a lot."

   There were footsteps outside the house, and Feng Yong smiled and said, "Six sons, my master will check the goods for you."

   "Let's go." Zhang Xueliang smiled.

   As soon as Zhou Hexuan entered the door, he saw a little fat man sitting on the sofa, staring at him with a smile.

   Zhang Xueliang introduced: "He Xuan, this is my brother Feng Yong, commander of the Northeast Army Air Force."

   "Hello, Commander Feng!" Zhou Hexuan greeted Zhang Xueliang with a fist, and said to Zhang Xueliang, "Liu Shuai, the newspaper office is ready, and it will officially resume publication next Monday."

   "Well, very good." Zhang Xueliang was too lazy to care about the newspaper.

   Feng Yong suddenly asked: "Mr. Zhou, right? I heard that you have traveled in Western countries for more than ten years, and you know everything about there?"

   "I know a little." Zhou Hexuan said ambiguous.

   Feng Yong asked again: "What do you think of the situation in the Northeast?"

   Zhou Hexuan snorted and said, "There are so many talents from top to bottom in the Feng army, why ask me for a stinky writer?"

   "This person is not honest, this person is not honest, haha." Feng Yong pointed at Zhou Hexuan and laughed.

   In fact, the current situation in Northeast China can be seen clearly by smart people. From the outside, it is being sandwiched between the two great powers of Japan and Russia, which is the fundamental reason why Zhang Zuolin wants to enter the customs. This person unfolds.

   That is really no need for Zhou Hexuan to say more nonsense.

   Feng Yong added: "Since you dare not tell the truth about the living, let's evaluate the dead. What do you think of Guo Songling?"

   Zhang Xueliang was quite displeased and glared at Feng Yong, but didn't say anything to stop it.

Zhou Hexuan sorted out his words and said, "I admire Commander Guo's patriotic enthusiasm. But he is a warrior, and he doesn't understand politics, diplomacy, and tolerance. Not clear."

   Feng Yong asked: "If you were Guo Songling, what would you do?"

Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "Of course, first help the young marshal to consolidate his strength, cater to the commander's urgent desire to go out, and use the melee of warlords to expand the army and increase his prestige. At the same time, he will join forces with the old school to attack the non-commissioned officers, and to stabilize the Japanese. In this way, with the support of the commander above, the old school echoing inside, and the Japanese responding outside, great things can be accomplished in three or five years.”

   Zhang Xueliang heard the sudden change in his face and scolded: "Don't talk nonsense!"

  Feng Yong was dumbfounded, pointed at Zhou Hexuan and shouted: "You **** is a little Zhuge, motherfucker! Sixth son, this guy is interesting, I'm afraid you won't be able to let it go."

Zhou Hexuan did not panic, and smiled leisurely: "According to what I just said, within three to five years, the Feng army can indeed be controlled, and even the commander can be forced to leave the army. But so what? The purpose is nothing more than to bring misfortune to the east and use the war in China to divert the attention of Britain, the United States, Japan and France. In the end, it was not the Chinese who fought the Chinese. Is it interesting?”

   The smile on Feng Yong's face disappeared, Zhou Hexuan's words entered his heart, and he cursed in a low voice: "Damn, foreigners are not good things!"

   "Yes, infighting is endless, and the country will not be the country." Zhang Xueliang sighed. Under the perennial influence of Guo Songling, he was also opposed to his father's entry into the customs, but unfortunately as a son he had to obey orders.

  The three were silent for a moment, and Feng Yong asked, "How do you think we should save China?"

   Zhang Xueliang also cheered up and wanted to hear Zhou Hexuan tell the truth.

   Zhou Hexuan said with a wry smile: "Save China? I'm not that talented. I can only write a few more books, broaden the minds and horizons of the Chinese people, run more schools, and improve the literacy rate of the Chinese people. Just do my best."

   Zhang Xueliang was a little disappointed when he heard these words, but he also relaxed his vigilance against Zhou Hexuan.

   The three people here are all about the same, hoping that the country will be strong and the nation will rejuvenate. But they are all afraid of death and have scruples in their hearts. They are not the kind of heroes who can fight for the world with ruthlessness and become a thousand bones once they succeed.

  What are you throwing your head and spitting blood, **** it, it has nothing to do with us.

   After telling the truth, Feng Yong felt a confidant to Zhou Hexuan, as if he saw another self. He laughed and said, "Xiao Zhou, I'm planning to go back to the Northeast to run a university. You have something in your stomach, why don't you go to my school and become a teacher."

   "Commander Feng, as far as age is concerned, I should be older than you. I will be 28 years old at the beginning of the year." Zhou Hexuan laughed.

"28 years old? I can't see it, you take good care of yourself," Feng Yong walked up to Zhou Hexuan, put his feet on his shoulders and said, "Then I'll call you Lao Zhou, don't call Feng Commander Ma Commander, call my name or call the fifth master."

   Zhou Hexuan just said some horrifying words, at the moment very low-key, clasped his fists and said: "Five masters."

   "That's right," Feng Yong dragged Zhou Hexuan's sleeve, "Let's go tomorrow and go back to the Northeast to run a university!"

   Zhou Hexuan shook his head and said, "Five masters, I think it is better to run a university than to run a primary school. If all the people can read and write, and understand the righteousness of the country, no matter how scuffled this country is, it will always be strong one day."

   "What can a primary school do?" Feng Yong couldn't understand this.

"To build a high-rise building, the foundation is the most important," Zhou Hexuan said firmly, "As long as we run a primary school, the content of the first lesson must be: I am Chinese, I was born in a great country, I am determined to study for the rise of China!"

   "Okay, this sentence is well said! You, China Hope Education Foundation, count me as old Feng!" Feng Yong said enthusiastically. He was really tired of the war, otherwise he wouldn't plan to resign from the military and spend his money to run the tuition-free Feng Yong University.

   Zhang Xueliang also nodded and said, "It's time to add patriotic education."

   After saying this sentence, Zhang Xueliang was extremely entangled. Father sent his old men back, which meant that he was going to command the army to fight, and it was still the kind of pointless warlord melee. In the past two years, many of his subordinates died at the gunpoint of Wu Peifu, but now he has to join forces with Wu Peifu. He feels ashamed of his dead brother.

   After this battle is over, maybe he will continue to fight Wu Peifu. You beat me and I beat you all day long, and the chiefs of all parties are also related to each other.

   Of course, entanglement is tangled, and battles still have to be fought.

   Zhang Xueliang, after Guo Songling's defection incident, has lost the soul of that passionate young man. His conscience is still there, but he doesn't dare to disobey his father's orders. Even if he knows it's wrong, he must execute it. Before it was replaced, he would still contradict a few words, but now he doesn't even have the thought of contradicting.

   In the following days, Zhang Xueliang began to work hard to set up a coalition headquarters. Jiang Huanan, who had just been sent back, was appointed as the deputy director of the 3rd and 4th Army Corps, and Liu Duoquan was appointed as the Guard Attache of the 3rd and 4th Army Corps. Although he is called the commander-in-chief, he can really command only his two old troops.

   As for Feng Yong, he began to contact and work hard to form the China Hope Education Foundation.