Of course, the legend of heroes is very fantastic and romantic. Not only is the story of the 100-eight generals under the Grand Marshal Shangwu spread, but Wang Maoru's wives were gradually learned, such as marrying a Mongolian princess (Ulan Tuya is the princess of Eastern Mongolia and does not belong to the princess), marrying a Manchu princess (Zuo Yuzhuo and Zuo Yuchan's mother used to be a palace maid in the Summer Palace, and the people do not know the truth. It is rumored that their identity was called a Manchu princess), and marrying a Japanese princess (Kata Tomoya, the people know that the Kawada family is very famous in Japan, so it is rumored to be a Japanese princess.

It is a kind of national fantasy. Twenty years ago, China was defeated by Japan, and all Chinese people wanted to overwhelm Japan. Even if Chinese men overwhelm Japanese women in bed, they could marry the prime minister (i.e., Tang Baoqi, in the story, Tang Shaoyi, the prime minister, became the talent of the prime minister), married the chivalrous woman (Wu Qiuyue, this is not wrong), and married the social queen (Zhu Songyun, the National Party falsely accused Zhu Qiqin's daughter Zhu Songyun, and later Zhu Songyun divorced, and later dated Wang Maoru, but the person who made up the story needed a socialite, so he arranged the history of Zhu Songyun as the social queen.

In the mouth of storytellers, Wang Maoru's wife is Zhu Songjun the most beautiful. In fact, the sisters Zuo Yuzhuo and Zuo Yuchan are the most beautiful). In this way, the man who immediately decides the country and the beauty in the bed, who will be a hero if he doesn't become a hero? So many men regard him as an idol.

Seeing that the villagers had expired, everyone was looking forward to him, which greatly satisfied his vanity. He raised his throat and spitted a mouthful of thick phlegm on the ground, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Friends, I'll read it quickly today. I have to go to Xiaxiang Village in the afternoon. Everyone should listen carefully." Everyone stretched their necks. Seeing that everyone was looking at him, the postman felt that he had a special identity and was particularly grand, so he took out a newspaper to read it: "Yesterday, on September 2, 11th year of the Republic of China, the Chinese National Defense Force issued a power outage, and the Chinese White Tiger Legion successfully pursued and killed the Rakshasa bandits of Uygur border people on our border.

The army chased the enemy for thousands of miles, and killed 1,300 enemy chiefs under the capital of Rakshasa Kingdom. The hanging was revealed at the waist. General Ren Yuanxing, the commander of the White Tiger Legion, ordered the White Tiger Army to run three times in the capital. The 800,000 White Tiger Army was scared that the 800,000 army of the Rakshasa Kingdom was lying in the capital and did not dare to go out of the city to fight. The White Tiger Army returned victoriously and won 600,000 territory in the Western Regions. Restore the Anxi Protectorate of the Tang Dynasty. Yesterday, the Ministry of National Defense had announced to all countries that the establishment of the Anxi Protectorate of the Western Regions. From then on, our great empire of the Republic of China will increase 600,000 territory! Long live the National Defense Army, Long live the White Tiger Army, and Long live the Martial Martial Martial Arts!"

"Long live the White Tiger Army, Long live the Marshal Shangwu!" The people shouted like a fun. After shouting a few times, they probably felt that it was quite boring. Gradually, they stopped shouting. At this time, a child suddenly shouted: "Long live the White Tiger, Long live the Martial Arts, Mom, I want to eat candy." It made everyone laugh, and the postman couldn't help laughing.

"Serious, be serious! Don't be disrespectful to the Grand Marshal Shangwu, otherwise the police will arrest you and behead you all." Song Sande, Munma, shouted with a stick. Munma, was really majestic, and everyone gradually did not dare to laugh, and I don't know if he was scared by the threat of beheading.

A young young man asked, "Sir, how big is this 600,000 territory? Is it bigger than our Yuncheng County?"

The postman looked at the people around him with the same eyes and said proudly: "What do you know? Yuncheng County? How big is Yuncheng County? The Anxi Protectorate is as big as 400 Yuncheng County! Is Shandong big? Is Shandong big?"

"big."

"It's as big as four Shandong provinces!" said the postman loudly, "It's all good places with mountains, waters and fertile fields. Whoever goes to and plants the land first will belong to whom. But unlike ours, whoever belongs to our land here?" Everyone pointed at Song Sande, who said, "It's all from the old man's house."

The postman said: "Then you didn't see the Western Regions, there were all unparalleled lands. If you have the ability to run horses and grab land, wherever the horses go, then it will be your land."

Everyone exclaimed and started to talk in a low voice. The young people with wild thoughts gathered together and said in a low voice: "Why don't we go to the Western Regions to have a look?"

"Can it be done? Such a faraway place."

"You can't work as a long-term worker for the old Song family in Shangxiang Village for the rest of your life, right?"

"It's good to be a long-term worker. If you can eat enough, you'll get it."

"Seeing how much you attend, you can eat enough, can you get married?"

"this……"

"Let's talk about you, it's the twenty-fourth or five years old, have you never touched a woman's hand? It's in vain. You don't know what a woman feels like until you die."

"You know, you know?"

"I don't know, so I have to go out. After going out, I will make a fortune and have a lot of women with me. Then I will learn from the Marshal Shangwu and marry seven or eight wives. I will not live in vain in my life."

"You are the only one who learns from the Martial Arts, you can dream."

The postman said again: "All right, don't talk nonsense to you, why do you say so much? By the way, the imperial government has won the battle. Should everyone write a joint letter and express their congratulations?"

Song Sande's heart trembled and said, "Do you want to donate your salary?"

The postman said: "There is nothing to say about this, but there are students in the city calling for donating wages. Do you know about the rich man Li from Xiaxiang Village?"

"I know."

This rich man Li and Song Sande have never fought each other for a lifetime. They have fought for water and land for the past, but later, due to accumulated hatred, they brought the two villages several armed battles, each with their own victory or defeat. When it comes to rich man Li, they naturally gritted their teeth.

The postman said: "The rich man Li knew that General Shangwu had won the battle and ran to the county. Don't you know? He specially donated twenty silver dollars to the students! twenty silver dollars!"

"Good guy, I only have three silver dollars a year for my boss."

"When did Mr. Li become so generous?"

"No, he can't hold it hard, how could he turn twenty silver dollars?"

The postman said, "How is it possible? How is it impossible?" He curled his lips, looked around, and said disdainfully: "Don't think he is as good as you, short-sighted, and people have a long-term vision. Tell you, he did donate twenty yuan, a real silver dollar, I saw it with my own eyes."

"Li Laolao even wants to hold back his shit when he even goes to shit. It's so strange that he is so generous." said a young young man.

"He did this naturally have his purpose!" the postman shouted, attracting everyone to look at him and hear the reason he said.

Everyone stretched their ears and listened, and Song Sande also widened his eyes and refused to miss a word. The postman said, "Do you know what the rich man Li got after donating twenty silver dollars? Yuncheng good man! This is a banner given by 800 students in Yuncheng. Yuncheng good man! Ha! After this banner, it will be the heirloom of the Li family. Who are the students? The students are scholars. Eight hundred scholars give banners to the old Li family. Let's say it will shine the family and glory. On weekdays, you don't want to donate twenty yuan, even two hundred yuan will not get the glory of scholars. Now, it's good that they are going to get the village of Xiang. You have one end of Shangxiang Village because they have a good man in Yuncheng. What do you have?"

The people of Shangxiang Village started to talk. Of course, this discussion naturally condemned Song Sande's ears. Song Sande was also a person who wanted to be shameless, and his face was red at this time.

The postman said again: "Also, don't underestimate this banner. Among the people who make this banner are the young master and lady of the county magistrate of Yuncheng County. When their village fights with your village again in the future, the county police will come over, who do you think you are biased?"

Everyone suddenly realized that the purpose of Mr. Li donating money at this time was here. He was really an old man, a ghost and a spirit. Everyone looked at Song Sande again. The only scholar in the village was also the only landlord. Compared with Mr. Li's eyes, he suddenly felt that Song Sande was not as good as others.

Song Sande reacted quickly and immediately laughed three times, "What's the point of donating twenty yuan to a ocean? I'll donate forty yuan!" People around him shouted loudly, but didn't you know that Song Sande was bleeding in his heart?

Someone cheered and said, "Boss, you are not driving a donkey up the mountain, you want a shout, right?"

Song Sande said angrily, "Sun Niu Du, you are dissatisfied with your conscience when you say this." Sun Niu Du quickly shrank his neck and hid behind the crowd. Song Sande acted as an example to pay and said, "I will pay for the donation now. What do you, the death-seeking ghosts, say?"

The postman quickly stopped Song Sande and smiled and said, "How much money is left to you. I just pass on a message, don't give it to me. How can I explain it to the thief intercept it in this way?"

Song Sande quickly shrank his hand and said angrily: "I'll go to the county town and donate it to the children and students in person."

The postman took a large roll from the donkey's back. Everyone didn't understand what he was doing. The postman said to everyone: "Let's take a look, this is the latest version of the map of the Republic of China. How big is China and how many provinces are there, all of them."

"Brother Postman, do you want money? Do we have to donate money to buy it?" someone asked carefully.

The postman said: "It's not a good deal. This map is the latest version. The government gives a free picture of a village. But, whoever is there, it may be possible to place it in."

"Open it and take a look. We have never seen what China looks like." An old man shouted.

"Zhong." The postman opened the map and spread it flat on a huge millstone. On a map of one meter by one meter, it clearly printed the territory of China, including all territorial seas including the northeast, northwest, Tibet and the Nansha Islands. The postman tried hard to mark the location of Yuncheng on Shandong and said, "Look, our Yuncheng is just such a small place."

"Wow, our China is so big." Someone exclaimed.
Chapter completed!