Chapter 284 283 [Fragment]
January 8, 1929.
Yan Xishan, Feng Yuxiang, Li Zongren and other major military leaders left Nanjing full of resentment.
Before leaving, Li Zongren and Feng Yuxiang had many secret talks. Both of them believed that Chang Kaishen wanted to play dictatorship, and they were prepared to refuse to implement the disarmament plan. If Chang Kaishen wanted to use force, they should support each other and never give in.
Later, Li Zongren hurried back to Wuhan and asked Bai Chongxi to transfer all the troops stationed near Beiping and Tangshan back to Wuhan to prepare for the war.
Chang Kaishen noticed the movement of the Gui army, and also gathered troops on the borders of Hubei and Anhui. The war between Jiang and Gui was imminent.
Feng Yongcai didn't care about that, and just repaired the plane on his own. No matter how the Nanjing side disarms, it has nothing to do with the affairs of the three eastern provinces. With the Japanese watching over there, it is impossible for the Northeast Army to disarm according to the plan.
The place where Feng Yong made an emergency landing was on the outskirts of Shanghai. After repairing the plane, he invited dozens of farmers from the local area.
First, the runway was simply built, and the road was paved with gravel and sand. Then Feng Yong sat in the cockpit and shouted to Zhou Hexuan, who was watching the excitement, "Mingcheng, come up!"
"That's enough?" Zhou Hexuan looked at the simple runway stupidly, not to mention whether it was flat or not, the length of Nima was not enough, it was only about a hundred meters at most.
Feng Yong smiled and said: "No problem, come up!"
Zhou Hexuan climbed up tremblingly, put on his flying cap and said, "Fifth brother, I leave my life to you, you can figure it out."
"Haha, it's ready to take off," Feng Yong turned his head and yelled to the farmers behind him, "Hold it hard, I'll let it go!"
Several farmers grabbed the rope, and the other end of the rope was put on the tail of the plane.
Feng Yong immediately started the plane and dragged the farmers several meters forward. When the engine reached the predetermined number of revolutions, he yelled, "Let go!"
Phew~~~
The plane moved forward like a catapult, only traveled about 80 meters on the simple runway, and then quickly flew off the ground, rubbing the hills in front of it and rising into the sky.
"I'm stupid!"
Zhou Hexuan wiped the sweat from his forehead and said in shock, "You are playing with your life!"
"Don't worry, I'm sure," Feng Yong said confidently. "The plane last time was smaller, and it flew into the sky with a run-up of 50 meters. The 120-meter runway is more than enough."
"You are amazing." Zhou Hexuan said speechlessly, vowing in his heart that he would never take a plane driven by Feng Yong again.
Feng Yong quickly flew the plane over the city, and had nothing to do to play around in circles. The rumbling sound of the engine attracted many Shanghai residents to stop and watch.
Not long after, another plane flew down below. Feng Yong immediately flew towards him, waved at him and shouted: "Hi, good afternoon!"
It's a pity that I couldn't hear it, and the greeting was for nothing.
Like Feng Yong, the plane opposite was also circling over the city, but they were not playing, but throwing things into the city.
Hundreds of small parachutes, like dandelion seeds, are floating around in the sky, looking really pretty.
"What is this?" Feng Yong asked in surprise.
Zhou Hexuan thought for a while and said, "Maybe they are handing out leaflets."
"Find one and have a look." Feng Yong swooped down with the plane after speaking.
The two sides of the plane were not closed, so Zhou Hexuan took a quick look and found a small flying parachute with printing paper attached under the umbrella.
Zhou Hexuan opened the printed matter, and the content on it made him speechless for a moment.
"What did you write?" Feng Yong asked.
"Advertisement," Zhou Hexuan said with a black line on his forehead, "Tang Tuo's word advertisement."
Let's say that Mr. Yuan is already very individual when he publishes newspapers and sells calligraphy, but Tang Tuo is even more awesome, and even uses airplanes to distribute advertisements for selling calligraphy.
Who is tangel?
As mentioned in the previous chapters of this book, 30,000 couplets were written in six years, and it was not enough to hire two assistants to grind ink. The one who invented the ink grinder himself.
Feng Yong laughed loudly after hearing this: "Haha, interesting, it's the first time I've seen a person who uses an airplane to sell word advertisements, I have to pay a visit."
Zhou Hexuan can only say: There are so many lunatics in the Republic of China.
Because the plane didn't have enough fuel, Feng Yong only wandered around for a few minutes before heading to Hongqiao Airport to land, and then the two of them returned to the Haig Road house by car.
After a rest that night, Feng Yong flew to Peiping by plane, and then transferred to Fengtian to report to Zhang Xueliang.
Toynbee, who stayed in Shanghai for several days, also came to bid farewell with his female secretary. He was going to Nanjing to visit Chang Kaishen, and then went to Hubei and Shanxi to investigate China's culture and political situation.
Toynbee asked, "Is Mr. Zhou interested in teaching at the University of London?"
"It's too far away." Zhou Hexuan directly refused.
Toynbee issued an invitation: "If there is a chance, I hope that Mr. Zhou can go to the UK for academic exchanges. The scholars there must be very interested."
"Let's talk about it later," Zhou Hexuan took out a stack of manuscripts and said, "This is my article, which has been translated into English. Mr. Toynbee, you can bring it back to England for me."
"It's an honor." Toynbee laughed.
Those were the manuscripts of "Historical Research", but Zhou Hexuan changed it to "History of Human Civilization" when he was lecturing. The content was the same as the lecture, but there were some revisions. It was the draft he had discussed with Toynbee.
The two have agreed that for this series of academic papers, those with different views will be written and signed separately, and those with the same views will be jointly signed and published.
After Toynbee left, Shen Congwen also took up his post, and was invited by Hu Shi to be a teacher in a Chinese public school.
As a result, on the first day of class, Shen Congwen made a big joke. Standing on the podium, he watched the students below remain silent for a long time, his mind went blank, and his face and neck were reddened.
The students were a little confused, not knowing what the new teacher wanted to do.
Only Shen Congwen said: "Give me five minutes!"
Well, the Shen University writer's brain is down, and he couldn't find his way to the first lecture.
The Chinese Public School is located in Shanghai, and Shen Congwen naturally became the target of ridicule when everyone came out for gatherings on weekends.
Shen Congwen looked very embarrassed, Hu Shi comforted him and said: "It's okay, it will get better slowly, and mistakes are inevitable the first time."
"Let's talk about literature." Shen Congwen covered his face.
Xu Zhimo asked Zhou Hexuan: "Mingcheng still hasn't written any new poems?"
Zhou Hexuan thought about it and said, "There is one."
Xu Zhimo found a pen and paper, and couldn't wait to say: "Write it out and see."
The poem Zhou Hexuan copied this time is very short——
"Broken Chapter"
You stand on the bridge and look at the scenery,
The viewers are upstairs watching you.
The moon adorns your windows,
You adorn other people's dreams.
Xu Zhimo chewed on the meaning repeatedly, and praised fiercely: "Good poetry! Good spirituality! Endless aftertaste!"
"It's kind of Zen." Hu Shi said with a smile.
Shen Congwen comprehended the artistic conception carefully, and there was a smile on his face, as if he remembered his past in Xiangxi.
Just when "New Moon" published this poem, Zhou Hexuan's works were finally published in France, and there were several works as soon as they were published.