lcionline Chapter 227: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
Chapter 227: Busy supporting the family in the foreign land
As soon as Lu Pingsheng finished speaking, he saw Grandma Cui at the door holding a plate with a stack of scallion pancakes on it, sizzling with oil.
Lu Pingsheng took two or three steps forward, took the scallion pancake from Grandma Cui, and said with a smile:
"Grandma, we can just go get it ourselves."
Granny Cui said kindly, "You two are exhausted. I have nothing to do, so I need to move more."
After the old lady finished speaking, she turned to Uncle Zeng Bao and said, "Mr. Zeng, you can try it too."
Uncle Zeng Bao thanked him with a smile.
When Aunt Cui was about to turn around, she seemed to remember something and said to Lu Pingsheng:
"Mr. Lu, you don't need to ask which hospital Lijuan is in. Ah Ping and his wife have already visited her in the hospital. The little girl is fine. She wants to eat chicken soup. I'll go back and make it for her..."
Lu Pingsheng sent Grandma Cui to the door of her house. He watched the old lady walk briskly towards the center of the house and slowly close the door.
A pot of tea was steaming, and a plate of scallion pancakes was placed next to it, which was surprisingly harmonious.
Lu Pingsheng and Zeng Baoshu sat sideways.
"Thank you for your concern about the Wei family's affairs."
Just when Wei Miao was taking a shower, Lu Pingsheng called Cui Liping and told him that he could go home.
As soon as he hung up the phone, he received a call from Wu Ziyang, telling him that when the patrol police were patrolling the Wei family, there were also people secretly protecting the Wei family.
Lu Pingsheng didn't need to think too much to know that it was Uncle Zeng Bao's man.
When A Miao was in prison, this person also called Zhang Cheng'an to ask for his bail.
Although Uncle Zeng Bao did not want to make these things known to everyone, he also had no intention of hiding them.
Hearing Lu Pingsheng's thanks, he said frankly:
"Mr. Lu knows that I will only get more than I give."
Lu Pingsheng looked at the man in front of him who was as handsome as the moon. His face was so pale that it was almost sick, but his clear eyebrows and eyes always looked at people with the gentlest smile.
He really couldn't hate such a person. He was obsessed, had means, strategies, strong purpose and comprehensive ideas.
He was even glad that this person had something to ask of A Miao and was not an enemy.
Uncle Zeng Bao seemed to see through his thoughts. He lowered his eyes and curled his lips, his smile as light as the breeze.
"I came here this time because Master Zhishang asked me to tell him that Ichiro Hirata's train has entered Gusu."
Lu Pingsheng paused as he poured the tea. "Why is the master so persistent?"
Uncle Zeng Bao pinched the teacup that had just been filled with tea with his white and slender thumb and index finger, put it to his nose and sniffed a few wisps of tea fragrance.
"Everyone has his or her own mission. You have it, I have it, A-Miao has it, and the old monk naturally has it too."
Lu Pingsheng watched him drink the hot tea without changing his expression, and secretly complained in his heart:
Let you pretend to be cool, A Miao's bath water can't scald you, a noble man, to death.
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At noon, the open fields were full of golden color, and the crops on both sides had been harvested.
The farmers watched over the burning straw, chatting while looking at the rising smoke.
"Drip drop~"
On the train that was about to arrive at Shenshi Railway Station, three of the carriages were solemn and quiet.
The soldiers in Japanese uniforms had stern and serious expressions and sharp eyes.
Ichiro Hirata, wearing a kimono, sat leisurely in the empty restaurant.
He took a sip of the sake in his hand leisurely, picked up a piece of fresh sashimi with chopsticks, and held it in the sunlight by the car window.
The pink and plump fish meat soaked in the sun makes it even more tempting and delicious.
"Matsuko, you see, the East is vast and rich in resources. No matter where you are, you can eat the freshest food."
Hirata Matsuko looked at her uncle's relaxed expression and finally asked:
"Uncle, aren't you afraid?"
Ichiro Hirata laughed out loud as if he had heard a huge joke. His laughter made the soldiers around him look at him sideways, but they quickly looked away and continued to guard the imperial general.
Ichiro Hirata laughed until tears came out. He took the handkerchief handed to him by his niece and gently wiped his eyes.
"Scared? What is that?"
There was a hint of confusion on Matsuko's not-so-pretty face.
During the past few years in Kanto, my uncle has been ruthless and almost crazy in his efforts to make money. In addition, he is arrogant and never has a good face towards his subordinates or the people in the city hall.
Kanto doesn't have a very good reputation.
Although he had the support of his family, he was eventually caught making mistakes. . .
Ichiro Hirata, with his neatly trimmed moustache, looked at the most intelligent younger generation in the family and sighed softly.
There are not many younger generations in the Hirata family compared to Matsuko's generation.
If you want to have a share in the empire's future plans and gain a firm foothold, both men and women in the family must be carefully trained.
This is the reason why he went against everyone's opinion and kept Matsuko, who was just a freshman, by his side for two years.
"Matsuko, the wheels of the empire are about to crush this fertile land, but we only want the land, not the bugs on it..."
Ichiro Hirata felt disgusted and contemptuous when thinking about those wax figures who could not be killed and who he was not afraid of.
During the years in Kanto, he used a high-pressure policy against all odds, training these wax men like dogs, and although there were some minor results, the more stink bugs never seemed to learn their lesson. . .
Thinking of this, Hirata Ichiro raised his head and drank the sake in his hand, then looked into his niece's calm eyes and said slowly:
"Kanto is now completely controlled by the Empire. Let's leave those fleas to the Empire's warriors to practice their skills, and our Hirata family will continue to open up new territories for the Empire..."
At this time, the train happened to pass by a large tract of farmland, and ragged farmers were working hard in the fields.
The early winter sun shone on their hunched backs, as if mocking them silently.
Songzi stared at his uncle in amazement for a long time and said:
"Uncle, did you deliberately take this opportunity to withdraw from Kanto?"
Ichiro Hirata liked Matsuko's intelligence and was in a very good mood and drank several glasses of wine.
"Matsuko, remember, although money and power are important, they are only external things. The most important thing is for my Hirata family to be remembered in history..."
Matsuko thought carefully about what her uncle said, but she didn't quite understand.
Since my uncle said that money is something outside of one’s body, the money he has accumulated in Kanto over the years can fill three train cars. . .
When she first saw the gold, jewelry, US dollars, calligraphy and paintings inside, she was shocked.
She knew that the East was rich, but when these things described in words appeared clearly before her eyes, the impact was still very great.
Ichiro Hirata looked at his niece who was lost in thought and felt very satisfied.
The train rumbled along, and the slightly tipsy Ichiro Hirata was in high spirits. He waved his hand to refuse his confidant who wanted to help him back to the carriage.
He staggered towards the end of the carriage in his wooden clogs.
In a daze, he pushed open the door of the carriage and saw the woman's smooth and white back.
And when the woman turned her head, a pair of deep dimples appeared at the corners of her tightly pursed lips, which was very sweet and lovely.
At this moment, the pair of wet eyes on her tender and beautiful face were like a frightened deer, which made people feel pity for her.
Oh, this is Matsuko’s classmate from Japan. What’s her name?
Sakura Kobayashi?
Sakurako, what a nice name!
Ichiro Hirata shook his unclear head, quickly closed the door, and a hint of desire appeared in his cloudy eyes.